I awoke with a start, the sweat beads that covered my body gleamed in the moon light. I was shaking with fear and sobs. Tears lined my cheeks and sweat covered my forehead. I gulped down air in short lived, fearful gasps.
'This is nuts!' I wrapped my comforter around me as I tried to relax and calmed down. 'It was only a dream. Why am I reacting like this?'
"Or is it?" I was calming down as I stared thoughtfully out my window at the night sky. I've been having strange dreams for the past eight month. Ever since I ran into this man in a night club I was forced to make an appearance at.
He was acting odd at first, like he was in pain every second he was around me, I tried to remove myself the situation, suggesting that maybe he was allergic to my perfume. But he wouldn't have that, he would tell me constantly that that was the exact opposite of what it was doing to him. I was soon starting to think that he was a little too insistent on that fact.
But, like with all situations, alcohol clouded my judgement and I eventually agreed to dance with him. It was hot and sweaty and his surprisingly cool skin was refreshing to me. I embraced myself closer to him with every song change. To which he did not object.
Every time I would say I was growing tired he would merely look me in the eye and the thought would leave my mind. Finally I was so tired it wasn't even like I was really there. Like an out of body experience, like I was merely a spectator. Every thing begins to blur from here.
I can vaguely remember a park and walking and laughing and kissing...
No, the kissing I remember perfectly. Like I had gotten a vault of electricity when his lips, like a butterfly's wing, lightly brushed mine. I remember thrusting forward to connect his with mine again. His lips were smooth and cool and tasted like honey. He tasted like honey.
Like a butterfly, his lips fluttered over my face: my cheeks, my eye lids, my forehead, my nose, back to my lips, then lastly my cheek moving to my ear. From there he made his way to my collar bone, then to the hollow beneath my ear of the other side of my neck. Where he proceeded to do one the most effective things to do to me.
He began nibble at my neck. Though, as my body began to fill with pleasure and I was craving for more, he seemed to develop the ability to read minds... Or it could have been my sighs of pleasure.
The nibbling turned into a slight, light gnawing. As he began biting harder and harder, my eyes began to flutter as if on speed and my every-now-and-then sighs became frequently heard and growing louder moans of pleasure, lust and want. Then he bit down one final time. It was more forceful, and needy then other he'd done so far.
I remember my body shivering and my eyes fluttering open as I gasped one last time in pleasure before closing them once more and everything going utterly black.
Since that night every dream I've had has been of similar events, but I'm the biter. Though, it isn't me, you know. Like I'm looking through someone else's eyes. Scary thing, it's exactly the same as what happened to me. My therapist says it's just from the tragic event of that night. That it's all in my head. What he doesn't understand is, I don't see therapists.
This has got me so messed up, I've resorted to having other people fix me. Which is some thing I swore I would never do...
As sleep ever took me I prayed, with little hope, for my normal dreams to return.
And as the darkness crept over my mind, the felling returned yet again.
What is this utterly retched buzzing.
As I stalked my prey, my thoughts are clouded as the retched sound continues. I had not been able to stick to the hunt for two nights now. It was like a thousand bee's attacking my brain.
I'm so hungry, even the it will not stop me tonight.
My prey? A lovely blonde with a black cat collar on, and sent that rivaled that of her's. As I approached the girl, pushing my way through the masses of people, as she was, she pulled her cell phone and put it to her ear. As she held it there, the buzzing began to fade, my senses heightened.
My vision cleared. My hearing was fresh. My sense of smell, most importantly, became its once powerful self.
I stopped shoving and let the mortals bump into me and shove me every which way. I inhaled deeply and expected to smell my previous prey as if she were still in my sights. Though, her smell had vanished, and she was right there in my sights, arguing on her phone.
But this makes no sense. Her sent still remains in my head. If this one's like it not a moment ago, what changed?
The bouquet of a beautiful brunette filled my nose and my mind was set on the hunt.
"Why, hello." I eased my to her side. "Hell to a cab in this city, right? But, the night is young love, as are you. Come drink with me."
And she melted into my arm and became mine.