I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers./ Faces and darkness separate us over and over. Sylvia Plath-- Mirror

His sleep was mostly dreamless, but he did manage to have one dream. This is what the dream was…Mike can see himself sitting un a bedroom that appeared to only be composed of a large four poster bed with red satin sheets, and red silk draping on the wall. For some reason, Mike can see his head, but also notices his body was that of a fly. He is staring into the room, as if expecting pending doom.

Vicki suddenly appears on the bed, wearing nothing but a silk teddy. Her blond hair is down, and seems to be flowing for miles behind her.

Henry swoops in from the left side of the room, wearing only a pair of red leather pants. He takes these off in one move, almost as if he had studied at Chippendale. Vicki and Henry begin to kiss, sliding to the center of the bed.

Henry pulls off her teddy carefully, leaving a trail of kisses on the bare skin as it appears. When he pulls it off completely, she is wearing nothing underneath, and her skin seems to have an almost iridescent glow.

Henry tugs at her pink nipples with his fangs, playfully. This causes Vicki to arch her back and let out an earth shattering moan. Henry moves his head slightly, and bites down hard on her breast.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Mike finds himself screaming, but the two don't pay attention. Mike feels the drapery around him began to turn to blood and he feels himself falling for an eternity. During the fall, his body begins to regain his own form, and a fly flies above him escaping from the bottomless pit.

He lands with a loud thud. Mike pulls himself up, trying not to slide in the ocean of blood he seems to be standing in. The blood seems to seep into the floor enough where he can see that he is standing in the middle of his ex-wife's study. It had always seemed to him like a warm cozy room with its light cherry wood furniture, and the fireplace on the back wall. It had been a room that he and Molly had spent many happy hours in, when they had been married, before things started going bad. Now, everything had a red tint to it.

A loud dark laughter starts behind him, and Mike turns to find Vicktor Conrad standing behind him. His eyes glow a hellish red, and his fangs gleaming. He is holding two circular objects in his hand. Vicktor set the two objects on a bookcase and Mike is suddenly aware that they are Molly's and Dylan's head. The heads begin to scream in pain.

Mike woke up screaming. It took him a few minutes to realize he was still in the shower. He pulled himself up quickly, using the faucet. It made his whole body ache, as it had decided to go to sleep in that weird position. He turned the water off, and grabbed the towel hanging over the shower rod.

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Coreen Fennel had her recently dyed blue hair pulled back, and was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a flowing red blouse that had a sort of corset look to it. She had the white ear buds of her mp3 player in her ear and she wasn't noticing anything as she walked down the hallway humming.

She got to the door of Vicki's office and realized it was dark. It was 8am, so it was possible that Vicki was just having one of her late mornings. It seemed darker than it usually did though for some reason. She turned the door handle, it was unlocked, and so she went inside.

Coreen realized that heavy blackout stage curtains were drawn over all the windows, and she realized it had something to do with the dead looking vampire sleeping on the couch. Henry almost look cute, his back to her, except for the fact she couldn't see movement. But obviously, it would be weird if a vampire was breathing.

Vicki was curled up in a tight ball in front of the couch. She opened her eyes as Coreen closed the door. "Hi," She said sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She stood up, and stretched.

"So, we're going to let him sleep there, while clients come in?" Coreen asked, as she removed the headphones from her ears.

"No clients today. I rescheduled all the appointments." Vicki headed to where the coffee machine was, she definitely needed some caffeine at a time like this. She had remembered falling asleep in Henry's arm earlier that night clearly, what she couldn't remember was when she had crawled on the floor. Her whole body was protesting because of that mistake. She was surprised she had been able to sleep like that.

"Even for that guy Conrad, he seemed like a pretty interesting guy?" Coreen followed her to the other room.

Vicki blinked hard for a second, as she turned on the machine. She couldn't stand Coreen's cheerfulness, but then she remembered she hadn't actually called Coreen and let her know about what happened. Vicki didn't say anything for a few minutes, waiting for the coffee machine to start to drip in the pot. "Something happened last night, so we're closed today. Maybe tomorrow, we'll see how today goes."

"What happened?" Coreen's expression turned into a concerned frown.

Vicki shook her head a little. "I would rather not talk about it right now."