The Life Of A Vampire

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Chapter Five

Wishful Thinking

'Oh my God!'

I could barely believe what my eyes were seeing, blood everywhere, dripping like a fountain down the sides if the bed.

My hand was trembling with tension, my lips unable to open, my eyes dried, staring at the bed.

There, laying in a heap, was a mess of vampire and werewolf, a hybrid of the two, half man, half wolf. A gory gash across its stomach leered out at me, thick green blood streaming from the wound.

My ears, long forgetting their hearing, suddenly pick up slight unease and shuffling at the door, I look over and see Tifa standing there, her face a sickly pale, and her eyes wide with terror, yet she seemed rooted to the spot.

I turn away and look back at the bed, only to find the monster rising regardless of is decimated state.

I step away, my back meeting the cold, solid wall. I feel trapped, a feeling I have never felt before.

My thoughts are disrupted by the creature, now forcing itself to its clawed, hairy feet. It lifts up its head, bright, glowing green eyes stare at me in confusion.

I stare back, but soon find myself looking away from the piercing gaze of the monster, its nose crinkled into a snarl, its frothing lips folding up, revealing sharp formidable fangs.

It shakes its head, slowly rising from the bed and standing upright on its back legs. It stands over 6ft tall, towering above even me. I sidestep slowly towards Tifa, the hybrid watching my every move, its eyes following me eerily as I glide across the smooth wall and grasp hold of Tifas rigid hand. She doesn't respond, her large eyes glued to the spectacle before her, her mind working in circles, her legs unable to move her from the spot.

Suddenly, the creature takes a step forward.

I desperately reach down to my holster for my gun, only to find it not in its usual place. I panic, my eyes searching the room for the wanted weapon. I stand there helpless, my mind not able to think straight as escape plans race threw my aching brain only to leave again the minute I go to execute them.

My brooding is cut short by a sudden pain ripping across my chest. Looking down, I see two deep cuts scratched into my chest, I press my hand against it, bewildered and confused as to how they got there. I look up, the monster now becoming a blurred mixture of fur. I feel myself connect with the floor as I pass out yet again that day….

The following day….

"……"

"Vincent, wake up please….."

"uhh…..unnn…."

"Vincent, please, open your eyes….."

"wh….who…?"

"Vincent….."

"Vincent….?"

"Vincent, please, wake up!"

"I… who..am I?….I feel…empty….where am I?"

A screen of black intrudes my vision….

My eyes open, only to see blurred images and then more darkness.

I try to focus, my eyes aching and straining, breaking threw the fuzziness.

"Vincent?"

Tifa's voice shakes me out of my dreariness; I look up at her, taking in her features before my mind finally adjusts and recognises her.

Taking in my blank look, she waves a hand in front of my face teasingly, " wakey wakey Vincent," she smiles at me, " you had me worried there you know, didn't think u were comin' back to us."

'Us?' I look around, there, standing around my bed, were Cloud, Tifa, Yuffie, Cid…. the whole gang. Bemused and confounded, I stare unfeeling at them before swiftly bringing my legs round to dangle over the edge of the bed, the tips of my boots easily reaching the wooden floor.

"Wow you were really out for a long time Vinnie! Had us all worried 'bout ya!"

Yuffie bounced over from the door and bent down, peering up at me with a huge grin across her cheeky face. I make no reply, resulting in an annoyed noise coming from Yuffie. She stands back upright and pouts, " you still are the same grumpy you though."

Still I don't reply, preferring not to answer to her childish babbling.

A quiet male voice suddenly makes its presence felt in the room, it was Cloud,

"Welcome back, Vincent," his voice was in almost perfect monotone, yet still held some softness. I look up and just nod my head in acknowledgment.

"You damn jackass Vincent," Cids usual curses make their way into my thoughts,

" kept us all awake with your moaning and whining in your sleep…"

I cut him short, amazement clear on my face, " you mean, I was dreaming…all this time?"

"Yes," Tifa now speaks up, " you were muttering under your breath, something about vampires and werewolves."

"No…" my ears cannot believe what they are hearing, " but it felt so real, this cant be happening, it cant have been a dream."

The others exchange worried glances, "maybe you er need some time alone, Vincent," Cloud states, scratching the back of his head, an annoying habit of his that he does when in serious thought.

I look up, taking in the worried faces of my comrades. I nod solemnly, and watch them disperse from the room, Tifa being the last to leave.

"Vincent…." She looks down as she says my name, her words failing to tumble from her lips. She looks away and hurries out, wiping what could only be fresh tears from her eyes.

Left alone again, I lay back down on the bed and stare at the white ceiling, my head trying to make sense of everything, only to fail before I reach a conclusion.

'what is going on? Have I been dreaming, or is this the dream?'

I let my thoughts wander off into an abyss of slumber as my eyes become heavy and blackness surrounds me once again….

Author's not: hey I know this is short but good stuff takes time, anyway hope u liked it! Please read and review x