Part 7
"Wait...what?" Jordan asked nervously, "I
shouldn't have what?"
"Left
your window shades closed," Clay answered, walking over to the
window to lift up the shades and open the window, "They like the
dark even when it's light outside."
"But...I only had
the lights on low..."
"Doesn't matter. They're still
attracted to it either way."
"Are you talking
about...um..."
"Vampires? Yeah, unfortunately."
He
slowly walked over to her, tilted her chin up slowly, and asked,
"How's your neck?"
"It's fine," Jordan
answered, "For now."
"Yeah. For now, at
least."
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Clay
shot up from the couch in shock, feeling the sweat pour down his face
as he breathed heavily. He had the same dream again. The same one
that had been haunting him for four years. His fiancée, being
attacked in the dark, kicking and screaming. He couldn't save her but
he could still picture her screaming for him, calling for help.
He slowly got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen, where he spotted Jordanat the kitchen table, sitting in silence.
"Couldn't
sleep?" Clay asked.
Jordan nodded and replied, "They
keep coming back."
"The nightmares?"
"Yeah."
He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.
"They just
keep getting worse every time I try to close my eyes," Jordan
said as he stared at her.
"I know how you feel. Trust me, I
do," Clay said.
"Really?"
He nodded, sat back in his chair and sighed nervously.
"My fiancée was taken by them. She had been beaten severely and was left for dead."
Jordan stared at him as he continued.
"I just...wish I could've done something to stop them. But I was too late..."
(To be continued...)