DREAMING OF A VAMPIRE
What had started with a slow burn of need quickly erupted into a fury of desperate lust. She began to tear at his clothing, and at first the leather jacket fell to the floor with ease. Unfastening the buttons to his black shirt was impossible and she ripped the fabric. He tore at her clothes, even though she couldn’t feel any against her body. She clawed at his jeans zipper until he pushed her hands away and what seemed like magic, they disappeared from his body.
Stroking her hands over the bare skin of his chest, she murmured approval. His body fascinated her—hard-muscled and skin cool to the touch. Amazing how in a dream she could feel such distinctions. She wanted to trace her fingers over him for hours, days, forever.
She tore her attention away just long enough to ask, “If you are real, then where are you? You disappear at daylight, and exist only in my dreams. I can’t take much more of this fantasy, Sorin. I have to find you.”
Gazing into his dark, smoldering eyes, she begged for help.
“Who are you, my angel?” he murmured, his voice thickly accented, something she suddenly realized and never noticed before. She knew she was asleep, and he was a figment of her imagination. How could he take control of the dream?
A raw voice reached out to her. “Help me find you, sweet angel.”
“You know where I am. You found me, remember? If you want me, come to me.”
Sorin’s expression seemed unusual. The vision of his body began to fade. Then she realized she began to fade as well. Her body felt sluggish, hard to move and breathe. She frowned knowing the dream was ending and couldn’t stop it from happening. She watched helplessly as his image faded more. He cocked his head to the side as if looking at another, then returned his attention back to her. “Tell me now. Where are you?” The tone in his voice sounded frantic.
“I’m here. Please. Find me Sorin. I need you.”
The male voice replied, plaintively filled with wave upon wave of pain and exhaustion. “What is your name, angel? Where are you? I can’t…”
She froze. Her mouth went dry and struggled to speak. Her heart raced. His image faded to a transparent glow. Tears welled on the verge of tumbling down her face.
“My name is Merliah. I’m at the institute. Find me Sorin. I can’t do this anymore without you.”
Then his image disappeared into the dark.
Stroking her hands over the bare skin of his chest, she murmured approval. His body fascinated her—hard-muscled and skin cool to the touch. Amazing how in a dream she could feel such distinctions. She wanted to trace her fingers over him for hours, days, forever.
She tore her attention away just long enough to ask, “If you are real, then where are you? You disappear at daylight, and exist only in my dreams. I can’t take much more of this fantasy, Sorin. I have to find you.”
Gazing into his dark, smoldering eyes, she begged for help.
“Who are you, my angel?” he murmured, his voice thickly accented, something she suddenly realized and never noticed before. She knew she was asleep, and he was a figment of her imagination. How could he take control of the dream?
A raw voice reached out to her. “Help me find you, sweet angel.”
“You know where I am. You found me, remember? If you want me, come to me.”
Sorin’s expression seemed unusual. The vision of his body began to fade. Then she realized she began to fade as well. Her body felt sluggish, hard to move and breathe. She frowned knowing the dream was ending and couldn’t stop it from happening. She watched helplessly as his image faded more. He cocked his head to the side as if looking at another, then returned his attention back to her. “Tell me now. Where are you?” The tone in his voice sounded frantic.
“I’m here. Please. Find me Sorin. I need you.”
The male voice replied, plaintively filled with wave upon wave of pain and exhaustion. “What is your name, angel? Where are you? I can’t…”
She froze. Her mouth went dry and struggled to speak. Her heart raced. His image faded to a transparent glow. Tears welled on the verge of tumbling down her face.
“My name is Merliah. I’m at the institute. Find me Sorin. I can’t do this anymore without you.”
Then his image disappeared into the dark.
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