The Vampire's PA

I ran to him when I saw him, a bright smile on my face that lit up my eyes. He had to be the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen in all my life. My hair blew out behind me in the wind and the autumn leaves spiralled around me.

I slowed when I could see him more clearly. The smile dropped from my face.

He wasn’t who I thought he was; he wasn’t even what I thought he was.

He wasn’t human.

He wasn’t a vampire.

He was the son of a demon.

In a few lethal strides he was standing right in front of me and my mind raced in fear of him, conjuring up violent thoughts of what he could do to me. His eyes gleamed dangerously as he smirked at me. He gripped me tightly in his arms and whispered for me not to fear him.

I slowly closed my eyes, I was calm, serene. What did I have to fear if he was holding me like this?

Without warning his sharp fangs suddenly tore through the soft skin of my neck and I cried out in pain.

He ripped me to shreds in a matter of seconds.

I woke up in a cold sweat, wondering what on earth such a foreboding dream could possibly mean.