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How often we forget in the day what we cannot help but remember at night.
She dreams of him in vibrant color.
Darkness.
Swallowing light and promising death, and yet she found comfort in the shadows and clothed herself in ebony.
He cannot find her in the dark. Not again.
Pain.
Searing, burning flames that licked at her body, starting at her midsection and burning its way through her nerve endings, finding her frozen and befuddled mind, and for a moment there was clarity.
The pain is burning but she shivers in the dark, twisting.
Remembrance
His taste, his smell, his blood. The way he walked into the room, sauntering, sauntering. His greeting, the dark whisper, and the way it made her feel�
Her breathing�s getting louder; her breath comes in short gasps.
Anticipation
Her heart pounding. The hairs on her neck stood up, dancing. She was quivering. She had to stop. He could not see her shake, he could not see�
A moan breaks the silence of her room. �No, no�"
Excitement
He was there, his breath on her neck. She shivered. She could breathe in his scent, could feel his body heat. He stepped closer. Closer�
The moan becomes a cry of anguish. No one came, no one comforted her. She was alone.
Feeling
When he turned and faced her. That unreadable expression. She should have seen what was behind those eyes, those beautiful dark eyes�
Her sheets twisted and around her legs as she thrashed in her bed, sweat beading on her brow.
Breathlessness
His soft voice whispering in her ear. The quiet rasp--deep, powerful. His hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him�
�Kiija��
Closeness
That moment of perfection when their bodies had finally melded together in an embrace. The drab surroundings had faded away at the moment that their lips had parted and metallic teeth were revealed. It was inevitable, meant to be.
��He�s..he�s�"
Rebirth
Lips bled and fangs locked. Tongues explored forbidden places and dangerous hollows. She shredded her mouth--tiny pieces of glass digging into her tongue--against his and he did the same. She was getting dizzy as his teeth bit at her mouth, tearing her skin away searching for something to sink his teeth into. She could taste his blood mixing with hers and she savored it as a fine chardonnay. They pulled back a bit, gasping to regain their lost breath, and they met violently again, blood spilling down their necks.
Her fingers had dug their way into the mattress and started shredding it, piece by piece. His name was at her lips now.
�Baraka�"
Astonishment
The moment that his eyes changed. There was something in them; something she hadn�t seen before. She couldn�t place it, didn�t want to place it. It looked like�
Her hands gripped the edge of the bed.
Falling
A flick of the wrist. Silence. The look was gone replaced with a frosty expression. But his eyes could not lie. Pain and despair were laced into them. She gaped at him, stunned.
Her breath caught in her throat. It was near.
Death
She coughed and blood poured from her mouth, washing any lingering taste of him away. She fell onto her knees and gripped his arms and looked up at him pleading.
�Why?�
�Just�because."
She spat at him and her blood splattered on his face and he laughed, cruel and sinister, licking the blood away, chilling her body as the room grew black�
She was thrown panting from the dream.
�It was just a nightmare, just a nightmare. He�s gone he can�t, he can�t�" She paused there.
He could.
She wiped the perspiration off her face and prayed; prayed to whatever god who would listen, that this mad season of dreams and nightmares would end.