How sweet the Taste

With a world full of mysteries, secrets and lies, how certain are you that you aren't apart of something beautifully dangerous? Something incredibly supernatural? Anna was fairly certain from a young age that something just wasn't right.

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1. The Nightmare

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” He said, his red eyes glittering down at me. I tried to swallow but his hold on my neck was to tight, slowly choking me. I gasped, clawing at his hand as he squeezed tighter. My feet kicked at nothing, trying to reach the floor but i stayed suspended in the air. He lowered me down, my bare toes barely reaching the floor as his nose brushed the tip of mine.
“It’s okay.” He said, his cool breath washing over my face has he spoke. I nails scratched at his arm, wrist and hand, trying to loosen his grip so i could get air into my lungs. Fear struck me as his mouth parted slightly, revealing two pointy canines. I kicked harder, doing everything i can to get away. He walked backwards, easily toting me with him.
Cool, hard wall pressed up against my back, my feet finally touching the cold hard wood floor of my bedroom. I gasped for air has his grip loosened, almost completely gone from my neck. Tears fell from my eyes has a sob broke out in my chest, the fear finally making its way to the surface.
“Oh, no, no,no. Shh, don’t cry. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” His velvety voice cooed, the coolness of his touch caressing the side of my face. His thumb caught one of my tears and he brought it up to his lips. His smeared the salty liquid on his bottom lip before his tongue darted out, slowly licking it off. A moan vibrated through his chest, making him close his eyes. His shadowed eyes fluttered open, his plump lips pulled up into a scary grin, the fangs glittering in the moonlight that filtered through my thin curtains. His hand brushed my cheek and i whimpered, sulking back into the wall behind me.
“I don’t want none of that now. I’m not going to hurt you.” He said, his large hand gripping one side of my face as the other brushed my long curls over my shoulder, leaving my neck bare. His nose brushing my cheek, slowly making his way past my jaw to my neck.
“I just want a taste.” He breathed against my neck, gripping the back of my head firmly to hold it in place. He suddenly pulled back, his red eyes glowing in the shadows has a threatening hiss came from his mouth, his lips pulled back over his teeth has his mouth opened wide. I screamed as his teeth sank into my neck....~

 

I jerked up in my bed, suddenly wide awake as i immediately searched my room for the monster that invaded my dreams almost every night. After finding the cost clear, i relaxed. My breath came in short shallow pants, my hair sticking to my sweaty face and neck. Once my breathing was back to normal, i through off my thick comforter and made my way to my bathroom. I flipped on the light, standing in front of the mirror. Hesitantly, i checked my neck and shoulders, finding them clear from any markings i had gotten in my nightmare. I sighed, shaking my head at myself as i turned on the cold water, splashing my face before rubbing a little bit of it on the back of my neck. Feeling a little bit better i shut it off, giving my pitiful reflection one last look before flipping the light off and walking out. Finding my bed, i quickly hop into it, pulling the covers up and laid down.
I tried so hard to go back to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t let me. Once again, i was plagued with the thoughts of my mystery monster. Who was he? In each nightmare the same thing happened, like a horror movie set with just one part on constant replay. I never got to see his whole face, just his glowing red eyes, his dark hair and the plump lips that hid dangerously pointy teeth. He was obviously stronger than i was, but he also had me in height too, his six foot three towering over my five foot two. I can’t remember when these dreams started. I’ve been having them since as long has i can remember. The older i get the stronger, scarier he gets.

I never get a name, age or anything. The nightmare never changes, nothing new ever happens, he just says the same things every time. His touch started out soft and gentle when i was little, less scary and rough. The older i got, the more he lost his charm in my dream, the angrier he became with each visit. I shook my head, trying to shake off these thoughts and actually get some sleep. Eventually my thoughts drifted off and i fell into a monster-less, peaceful sleep.

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