It's just a dream

It’s only a dream… Right?

How did I end up in this place? Where am I? This

isn’t my bed. Wow, this is a beautiful room though. As my

gaze wonders the room, I notice things that only appear in my dreams. I

lay in a King sized bed decorated with red and black silk. A hardwood

floor with a red Persian rug makes up its décor. The walls are painted

black with red geometric designs. A bookshelf stands at the right side of

the bed. It appears as if it has not been touched for some time. A door to

the left leads to a balcony which looks over a lake surrounded by a

forest. On the night table stand a dozen roses. Six roses red, six roses

black. How did I get into this place straight out of a gothic romance

film? In this place my dreams could come true, and many even some

nightmares. Maybe we should start from the beginning.
It all started like every night in my life starts, with me and my

aunt Lori fighting about something stupid. That night, however, we had a

guest. He was probably from my aunt’s job like most of her friends. While

our guest sits on our couch which is pressed against the right wall, my

aunt and I have our shouting match in our living room with cathedral

ceilings. With me close to our front door, my aunt near our kitchen on the

other said of the room and our guest in the middle of us, our fight

finally gets interesting. To an outsider, the fight would seem normal but

to those within listening range they would hear an unusual topic of

discussion.

“Angela, god damn it, you’re going outside tomorrow and helping me

take your grandma to her house. You haven’t gone outside all summer.” My

dear aunt said.
“That’s not true, I go out after sunset until 11, or have you

forgotten?” I replied as kindly as possible, but somehow it turned

sarcastic.

“No, I have not forgotten. It’s summer though, and you’re supposed to

go outside, get a tan, hang out with your friends, like normal girls do.

You, however, spend your days sleeping and staying up all night. You’re as

pale as a fucking ghost” My aunt screamed. When my aunt gets into one of

her rants, it’s hard to get a word in but finally I did.

“I don’t care if its summer. I don’t want to tan. I don’t care if I’m

not normal. I just can’t go outside.” I yelled quickly while my aunt

catches her breath.

“Why can’t you, huh? Is it because you don’t want to help me or because

you don’t want to be normal? Is that it? You don’t want to be normal so

you make up this excuse, saying you can’t go outside. Well why can’t you,

Angela? There has to be a reason.” My aunt said, finally giving me a

change to talk.

“It burns, that’s why Aunt Lori. Why can’t you ever just listen to me

and just except it?” I say in a small voice.

“Well. No shit it burns. It’s supposed to burn. That’s how you get a

fucking tan, by burning you skin.” My aunt says in a voice that always

manages to get me pissed.

“No, Aunt Lori, it burns so badly I want to scream bloody murder.” I

yelled just to get my point across.

“Well, why does it burn? Well? You’re just saying that so you don’t

have to go outside and fucking help me. You’re just making up excuses.” My

aunt says starting one of her rants again.

“No, Aunt Lori, it burns because I got bitten…” I say giving her a

knowing look.

“You got bitten? Why would that affect you from going outside? You’re

just lying so you don’t have to go outside. Stop bullshitting me.” My aunt

screams, completely oblivious from the facts I’m putting out for her.

“I’m a fucking vampire, Aunt Lori” I yelled getting fed up with my

aunt’s ignorance.

“You’re such a little liar. You just makeup excuses so you don’t have

to….” My aunt stops suddenly.

I look to see why my aunt has stopped her glorious rant. I look to my

right and I finally focus on our guest who is now standing. My aunt, on

the other hand, appears to be frozen in time. Even though she is frozen

though her I’m going to kill someone face still neatly in place. I do not

focus on her to long though, because our guest is the center of my

attention. While once he was just a part of my surroundings, he now

commands my full attention.

“Finally, I know.” He whispers so low I thought it could have been just

part of my imagination. I study my guest rather closely now since he is

now the center of my world. My gaze goes over him trying to commit to

memory every detail. As my gaze travels his face, I notice he is actually

quiet handsome with blue- black hair, strong facial features fit for

royalty and a body to die for. Even all these features do not capture my

attention as long as his eyes do. Jet-black eyes with the smallest rim of

white, making it appear as if his eyes are all pupil. My eyes then travel

to his mouth, full lips, spread in a gorgeous smirk. My first thought is,

I could fall in love with this man if I’m not careful.

“Finally, I know” He repeats loud enough for me to know he actually

said it but not very forcefully. As I watch his mouth say those words, I

see his fangs grow longer with each word. Oh Dear God.