Wow, it sure has been a while. I don't want to make excuses, but I have had a rough patch as of late and couldn't write very well.

I'm updating now, but this chapter is pretty short. I'm sorry again, and hopefully I can update again soon.

When I woke up the next day, I had forgotten the dream from the night before. Of course, Alfred had asked what my dream was about and I brushed him off, saying I couldn't remember and that dreams were just dreams. He looked unconvinced, but let it drop.

The thing was, weeks passed and the nightmare was getting more intense, again, according to Alfred, who told me the dreams were putting too much stress on my body. He told me I woke up the other night screaming, and that I cried a lot while I slept. I didn't think that he was lying, but I also thought I would remember dreams that affected me so much. In the end, we started to drift apart a little, his insistence of helping me with dreams and my firm belief nothing was wrong at the root of it.

One Week Later

There was nothing to do, literally. I had been apprehensive to move here because I didn't want to leave my home country, and now I was majorly regretting the move. I was in the middle of the fucking Colorado snow, unable to leave the protected house for fear of being caught. So this left me little options to do in this home… even with Alfred.

I sighed heavily, lying on my back as I flipped through the endless channels of the television. Eventually, after finding nothing good on, I gave up and began to watch the movie, Priest: How wrong the humans were. What an old movie… I made an irritated noise as I resigned to watch it. I snickered to myself as I watched the movie, amused at not only the human city, but at the vampires. They really got it all wrong. I thought to myself, reminding myself that seemed to be the point of this.

I was all alone right now, with the exception of Sadiq being in the house. Alfred and the others needed to eat, so they all left to go… feed I guess. Sadiq offered to stay behind because somebody needed to make sure I wouldn't be attacked or kill myself, however I would do that. As amusing as it was to watch Alfred spit and growl at the fact he had to leave me for a day, it showed how much he actually cared for me. I frowned to myself and sighed, recalling our most recent fight over my sleep. My eyes were all dark and I was pale. Sure, I was tired, but I figured it was from the cold and my nights with Alfred when I let him drink…

I sighed again, closing my eyes to think. I wish we stopped fighting, but at the same time it was kind of hot to see him get riled up. I blushed with a smirk and hummed, pulling the blanket over my body as I flicked the remote to turn the fireplace on.

Somewhere along the movie, I fell asleep while thinking. That seemed to be all I could do here. Eat, sleep, and watch television. I was going to get fat because of it, if I wasn't already… what a glum thought.

This dream, however, was a bit more vivid than the previous ones I had… it seemed all too real.

I woke up to find myself in complete darkness and silence. I frowned, trying to remember where I was last and I suddenly got the memory of my past dreams. My nerves chilled in suspense and fear of what tonight would bring.

"Arthur?" a familiar voice suddenly asked from the darkness. I squinted my eyes, attempting to see through it. I jumped in shock as a loud scream echoed through the area, the sound reverberating in my ears as it grew in pitch.

"ARTHUR!" The voice shrilled, the tone scared and pleading. My pupils dilated in realization of who it was.

"LIAM!" I shouted, running towards the scream. More cried and shouts came from further ahead, but it never got any closer. My legs were going numb as I was running, the muscles aching at the same time while my heart beat heavily and loudly in my chest. After a while, the shouts faded into whimpers before going silent.

My heart thudded painfully in my chest as the silence dragged on, my skin prickling. I then heard a girl screaming loudly and I realized it was my mom. She screamed my name, needing help.

Her cries went silent not long after and before long I heard my dad. I couldn't find any of them, and as my legs grew shaky and filled with pain from the running, I started to cry. I couldn't do anything but listen to them scream. My cheeks were wet and my head was pounding, the echoes of their cries and overwhelming silence the sole reason.

As the cries ended, a light went up in front of me and a choked noise found its way out of my throat. My dad was on a post, strung up by his wrists by twisted, rusty nails. There was blood everywhere on his body, but the most horrific part was the blood pooling from his eye-sockets, the actual eyes gone and then placed into his nailed hands.

Next, a second light appeared and shone next to my dead father. This revealed my mother who was strung up in a similar fashion, but upside down with her lips sliced off and her tongue gone before being placed onto her feet. My eyes watered, the blood and gore that was about my dead parents overwhelming me.

Next, the light shone on my brother. His ears were gone, place in a bloody pile at his feet as blood continued to flood from his ears but he was still alive and bound in a chair. He was sobbing and crying. I went to run to him, but was rooted in place. My eyes met his, helpless and fearful as a large man came from the darkness, moving towards me.

"Arthur, you could have stopped this." He says, and I recognized it as Ivan as he got closer. "If you had just agreed with me in our last meeting, you could have agreed to leave the house and save them… but now your family will suffer for your bad decision."

He then wrapped large arms around my waist and I was lifted up off the ground so he had better access to me. He was behind me and his mouth was at my ear, causing my body to shudder. "And if you don't comply with me, you will be next." He hissed in my ear, his tongue sliding across cartilage before sucking the lobe in threat and promise.

My whole body shook in fear and as he let me go, I fell to my knees, shaking before turning my face to watch him. He then walked over to Liam, who was squirming and crying, trying to get away. "Leave him alone!" I shouted, still unable to move. Ivan only smirked at me and then touched my brother's hands, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "Please!" I cried, my cheeks wet. Ivan's cold purple eyes staring into Liam's soft meadow colored eyes. The tears and his resistance stopped, tilting his head up willingly as he was caught in the mind trap of the vampires.

"No!" I screamed as he dug his fangs into Liam's neck, the sight making me close my eyes and slump forward, losing all strength. I sighed and sobbed softly, listening the horrifying slurping sounds.

Minutes later, hands were wrapped around my neck and I was facing him, the air leaving my lungs as he jerked my up to meet his eyes and blood stained mouth. "Don't forget Arthur, you are next if you don't do what I ask." He said, tightening his grip and making me gasp in pain.

Dark ink began to blot at the edges of my visions as his grip tightened to the point where he would break my neck. Suddenly, a soft voice began calling to me, its tone frightened and worried. As I heard a snap and was dropped by Ivan, the ink took over my vision and I followed the voice.

"Arthur!" a soft voice shouted. My eyes blinked opened, confused as I felt small trickles of water pass my eyes and down my cheeks. I then noticed worried blue eyes above me and some other pairs of eyes watching from the door. I blinked softly and yawned, wiping my eyes and frowning. "Arthur…" I then glanced at Alfred as he spoke. "This is getting worse. You were chocking."

I sighed sat up, glaring. "Alfred, I wasn't…" My eyes strayed past Alfred, some force driving me to glance at the back door. My eyes went wide and my breath caught in my chest, my sentence unfinished. There in the glass was a Cheshire grin, purple eyes and words written in the steam.

As memories flooded my mind, I gave soft cry, as if stabbed, falling back. As my vision cut off once more, I heard loud shouts and doors opening, the words Too Late flashing in my mind as the panicked cries of Alfred being the last thing I remembered.