I'd had this dream before. At least I think I had, for it was very familiar to me. I'm sitting at the kitchen table wearing a silver ball gown for no apparent reason, and the resident witches of Hummingbird road, Octavia and her student Amelia were sitting with me, as was Sam, my boss and really great friend. They weren't dressed up at all- it was just me. We were all drinking wine and eating, and everyone was smiling but I didn't know why. Octavia stands up to open another bottle of wine, and I stand up as well. Instead of walking across the kitchen to open the bottle for the aging witch, I dart out of the side door, down the stairs, steady myself against Sam's truck while I climb out of the high heels I was wearing and run across the lawn. I am instantly met by the Sheriff of Area 5, Eric Northman, a somewhat lover of mine. He tells me he has waited so long for this, and I tell him I'm finally ready. I pull my hair off of my neck, and he reaches down to kiss my neck like he had done so many times before; but that doesn't happen. In my dream I smiled because I knew what was coming and he pulled me close and whispered something into my ear that I didn't understand. It wasn't English, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his fangs emerge briefly before they plunged into my neck.
I jolted awake and instinctively went to reach for my neck. It was then that I realized I wasn't in my bed. I was under six feet of Louisiana soil, and tucked in tightly. I instantly panicked and opened my eyes, which wasn't the brightest of things to do when a girl finds herself buried alive. I brought my hands to my eyes to rub out the dirt and then realized that I had moved. That I could still use my body. That I could get out of this. Clawing frantically with manicured nails I tried to dig myself out of the earth before I ran out of air. Digging the soil around my face, it wasn't until I was nearly sitting up in the whole I had dug before I realized I was no longer breathing. My hands froze mid-strike and it all made sense. It hadn't been a dream. I had asked Eric to turn me and tonight, the third night of the transformation, was the night I was to rise vampire. Before another thought had time to run through my head, I found the strength to pull my feet under me and kick up as hard as I could, my left hand barely breaking through the soil and into the night air. Less than a second later, I was pulled to the surface by a hand stronger than mine, and I found myself buried in the strong arms of my maker.