I woke up feeling alive, almost completely different. My dreams consisted of Myrnin with different scenes which always ended up the same. We would kiss, flirt, and talk passionately to no end. In one night, I had a whole year's love affair.

My phone vibrated on my end table, shaking it furiously in the process.

"Come here now," read the text message from an unknown source or Myrnin. He always seemed to be breaking his phone, which lead to new phone companies and eventually new numbers. I took the fastest shower of my life, towel-dried my hair, got dressed, and left without coffee.

I walked down the street swiftly because walking slowly was never an option in Morganville. Mrs. Day was outside of her house, watching me. I saw her shake her head and walk back into her house. I knew what she was thinking. She felt bad that my boss was a crazy vampire. The sad part was that she didn't know her neighbor like I did. He was sweet, kind, funny, and smart. I felt my face heat up and strode into Myrnin's lab.

"Hello Claire," spoke Myrnin, obviously expecting me. He was wearing black leather pants with an open emerald green jacket and no shirt. I could feel my cheeks heating up and decided to look at his shoes, which were black loafers.

"Hey Myrnin," I said, distracted. I glanced at his project, making sure not to look at him. "What are you working on?"

He stared at his project in alarm. "New painkillers," he answered, clearly proud of himself.

"How does it work?" I asked staring at it confused. This "experiment" was not going to work. The chemicals he was using were too strong.

"Well, you light a fire," he started, letting the beaker of chemicals start to smoke. The fumes flew in the air, letting Myrnin and I breathe in the toxins.

"Myrnin," I began, starting to feel confused, "I feel funny." Then I did something which only Monica would do. I giggled. Myrnin started laughing, hysterically as if I just said the funniest thing in the world. I laughed back. Before we knew it, we both were high on Myrnin's new painkillers. I sat on the floor next to Myrnin and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Did you know," I spoke trying to point my finger at Mrynin, but failed miserably, "That you are the most beautiful man I've ever seen?" I placed my hand over my mouth and giggled again.

"Really?" insinuated Myrnin, apparently as unstable as Claire was, "I've seen men a lot more beautiful than me, my dear Claire."

I nodded my head. "Now do me a favor, pretty boy," I demanded, giggling yet again in the process, "Kiss me."

"Claire, dear," Myrnin stated in a slurred voice, "I think you need kissing badly." I placed my one hand on his chest and stared into his eyes. Before long, our lips were locked together. My heart raced as I tried to learn his every feature by memory.

And I thought the dreams were good, I thought. He kissed me back passionately and nibbled on my neck in a seductive manner. After an hour session of making out, I fell asleep in his arms, using his chest as my pillow.