April’s Dream
The beautiful young woman sat up in her bed. Startled awake by the dream she had just experienced. Her heart was beating a tattoo inside her chest.
She thought back on the dream:
There she was high on a cliff, waves crashing below her; the light of the full moon shone in her long red hair. Her white negligee flowed in the cool breeze coming off the ocean.
She turned and walked slowly, in bare feet, across moss-covered rocks. When she reached the edge of the grove of trees, he was waiting for her.
“Hello, my love,” said the man, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Her gaze started at the tips of his highly polished boots and traveled up the brown leather breeches, to the white lace shirt. His broad muscular shoulders were covered in a dark blue velvet frock coat. His long blond hair glowed in the sallow moonlight.
Their eyes met. Hers deep green and innocent, his slate blue, with the wisdom of the ages burned into them.
“Donald,” she said, not breaking the gaze. “It’s been such a long time.”
“Soon,” he said through a soft smile, “we won’t have to do this. Soon we will be together forever.”
“But, I’m afraid,” she said, turning away from him.
He touched her shoulder; she felt a tingle run through her like an electrical current. “Do you not trust me?” he murmured into her ear.
She inhaled his musky scent. “Of course I do,” she said almost too quietly for him to hear.
He turned her to face him. He stroked her hair and gently moved it away to expose her milk-white throat.
She leaned in as he placed his warm lips on her neck and trailed kisses to behind her ear.
He smiled broadly, exposing his long sharp fangs. “Now we can be together forever,” he said as he plunged his fangs into her neck.
At that moment she awakened.
As she sat there, she absently felt along her neck. She felt the warm sticky blood oozing across her fingers. She drew back her hand and lay back on the bed. “Now we can be together forever,” were the last words she ever uttered.