Della's Dream
Della sat in Perry's comfortable leather desk chair, trying to concentrate on the notes she had taken that morning. It had been a late night before and she was really tired.
Maybe some fresh air. She stood and walked to the balcony, stepping out into the night. She saw a flash of lightning on the horizon, signalling an impending storm. Good, she thought, maybe it will cool things off.
It was then she noticed that a thick fog was creeping in around her, filling the balcony, obscuring her view.
She felt his presence, more than heard him. Strong hands gripped her shoulders, then slid down her arms. She turned and looked up at him. He was so very handsome in the black tux he had worn to the Bar Association dinner.
She started to say something but then she saw his eyes. Normally a deep blue now they were almost black. There was a strange glint in them, dangerous, and something else. His mouth curved in a smile, then it widened until she saw the fangs. In slow motion, he bent his head to her neck. At the first touch, her body melted into his, but then she felt the sharp pain as his fangs sank into her soft flesh. Della was no longer in control, all she could think of was the sensation of his mouth.
When he pulled away, she looked into his face. She saw a look of pure evil wash over his features, twin trails of blood lining the corners of his mouth. He held out his hand to her, "Come."
"Yes, Master."
"Della?" A hand was gently shaking her. "Della."
"Yes, Master."
"Uh, Della. You need to wake up."
Slowly her eyes opened to see Perry's blue ones staring at her intently.
"Perry? Oh, I'm sorry. I must have dozed off." She struggled to stand, so Perry offered her his hand.
He steadied her as she got to her feet. "And I must be a true slave-driver if you call me Master when I wake you. Come on, Miss Street, it's time for me to get you home."
Della blushed as she picked up her purse and gloves.
As Perry helped her into her coat, he chuckled. "By the way, just what were you dreaming about?"
Della's blush deepened. "Just a movie I saw last night."
Perry placed a hand under her elbow to escort her out, closing the door behind them. "Must have been some movie."
Della just nodded. She decided that was the last time she let Gertie talk her into going to one of those late night horror movie revivals - Dracula indeed.