A/N: Hello, peoples of the internets! Here is the next chapter of the story! YAY! WOOOO! BACON! *ahem* Anyway… enjoy!

Question of the Chapter: What is your favorite sport to play?

I crashed through the bushes and plants, sniffing the air. I knew that they were close, and I knew that it would only be a matter of time before I got to them. My superior senses already gave me the almost exact location of my prey- the matter was just getting to it.

My hair whipped in the wind, my footfalls making almost no noise. I smirked as I heard a particularly loud snap ahead to my right. I angled myself in that direction, feeling the end of the chase was near.

Snarling with joy, I spotted my target. I poured on the speed, turning my already speeding form blurred. I leapt over a pile of sticking up tree roots, landing on the person's back. The body below me let out a pained and terrified shriek.

Stepping off of them, I reached down, and picked them- now I saw that it was a girl- up by the neck. I laughed, the sound of it unsettling and creepy.

She whimpered, limp brown hair sticking in the blood from her nose. I fixed my eyes onto it, watching it slowly drip down her face, wasted on the ground. "What do you want?" she whined, tiny voice annoying.

I grinned ferally, and let a bead of blood collect on one fingertip. I slowly put it in my mouth, closing my eyes as the spicy and warm flavors bounced on my tongue. The girl let out a sob as she saw my eyes, surely now shifting into bloodlust form.

And then I lunged for her throat.

I shot up in my bed, chest heaving and sweating like crazy. What the f*ck was that? What a disturbing dream…. I mean… chasing after a girl and then attacking her? Usually I'm the one getting chased in my nightmares.

I lay down, my eyes already closing. So… tired…. I'll just… try to decipher… it in the morning….

Red, hot, pulsating, spicy, delicious, aromatic, sweet, crimson, flowing…. My life, right here, what I need, what I want. So good, so… moist, so hot….

I groaned with pleasure as the pleasant taste and smell filled my brain and body. I was an animal, uncontrollable, wild….

"GAH!" I literally jumped off of my bed, breathing as heavily as if I had just run three marathons. I felt like I was gonna puke right there and then. But then I felt something else not quite right….

I looked down and saw a… problem… in my flannel pajama pants. So… I got turned on from a dream… about blood? I sat down on my bed, elbows on knees, and head in hands. What on Earth was wrong with me? What kind of sick freak gets off on dreams about blood? I'd seen more than enough in my short, hard life.

I tried to avoid it, I tried to keep it from happening, but I eventually had to lie down and go back to sleep.

I switched on my invisibility, enjoying the tingling on my skin as I vanished from sight. I silently swung open my purposely well-oiled door, creeping down the dark hallway without a sound.

I counted the doors- 1… 2… 3rd on the left. I pushed open her door, pausing with bated breath when it squeaked quietly. But she didn't move, didn't stir. I pushed it open just a bit more- glad when it didn't squeak again.

I walked over to her bed, an invisible shadow in the night. I leaned over her, smelling, tracing the lightest of touches along her collarbone. She twitched, mumbled something, but otherwise didn't react.

Silly Max, I thought, what ever happened to your fight reactions? And that was my last coherent thought before my finger alighted on an artery, the thick, juicy blood pounding away beneath my touch, and I lost all control.

I flipped over so fast that my limbs were blurs, got caught in the blankets, and I crashed to the floor. I just lay there, shaking and shivering, pressing fists into my eyes, trying to calm my racing pulse and thoughts.

What. The. F*ck. My dreams- nightmares, really- had taken a violent and dangerous turn. Now, it was hunting Max, ripping open her throat, killing her. I just couldn't wrap my head around i-

I heard someone softly open the door. "Hey, Fang- you okay?" It was Iggy- he had the best hearing.

Clearing my throat to try to sound at least in the neighborhood of normal, I said "Yea. Fell of the bed, 's all," hating the way my voice still shook on two words and broke once.

"Okay… night." Iggy said, 'seeing' that everything was okay, wanting to get back to his beauty sleep. But I knew that there was no way that I was going back to sleep.

Fact: I can't stand using laptop mouse pads. That's why I got a wireless mouse to use instead.

So there you have it, pulled out of my butt. Super short. I really need to just sit down and schedule, like, a daily typing time. Two or three weeks in between updates just isn't cutting it. Also, if there's anything specific you would like to see happen in the story, please let me know :D R&R for the delicerous waffles!