Toronto 2013
I cuddled into him, resting my head on his bare chest. His arm was around my waist, holding onto me tightly and the other reached across his body, drawing circles on my shoulder. His body, his arm against mine; I decided that I didn't need to follow up on a demon lead because everything I needed was right here. I looked up, intending to kiss him and saw the man I was holding onto was Klaus. There was blood on his chin. I screamed and jumped back out of bed, putting a hand to my neck. My fingers came away covered in blood.
"You were delicious, luv," he smirked at me.
I screamed again and sat up in bed, knife held out in front of me. I was alone and my neck was fine. I told myself it was okay because it was just a dream. But it wasn't just a dream, it felt so real.
I dialed the vampire up, pissed. My dreams were supposed to be my time away from monsters. I felt violated like he had invaded my privacy.
"Ah, luv, I was wondering when I was going to hear from you," he answered.
"Stay the fuck out of my head!" I yelled.
"I'm not in your head, sweetheart, I'm in New Orleans," he chuckled. "Just moved here actually and it's been quite good to me. Especially since I'm half werewolf again. You should visit. I'd love to see your pretty face, maybe any other tattoos you've got hiding."
"I don't want to visit you, I want to sleep in peace," I growled.
"Well that seems like a personal issue," he said and I could hear his smug smile in his voice. It only made me angrier. "We were having sex in your dream?"
I punched the wall since I couldn't punch him. I didn't know what I expected, calling him in the middle of the night. "That sounds more like your dream," I sneered, trying to recover.
I heard another voice on his end of the line, but knew better than to ask about something that wasn't my business. "Listen, luv, I've got to go, but if you don't want me in your head, maybe you shouldn't call me at two in the morning, but don't let that stop you from keeping in touch."
My frustration boiled inside of me, but he spoke again before I could get a word out.
"I'll see you soon, Anna, darling," he promised before hanging up.
I calmed down when he was no longer on the line. Calling him accomplished nothing. In fact, I was sure I only made things worse. There was no way I could sleep now. Even looking at my mattress made me cringe. My subconscious had let him feed on me in my own bed, crossing a line that was way past sleeping with him. I grabbed my keys and hoodie and shimmied into some pants before heading out. There had to be some monster murdering an oblivious human somewhere