Chapter One
I woke up screaming, again. Sweat covered my whole body, and I kicked most of my body free of the heavy comforters. My heart was racing faster than the speed of light. It was the same vivid, reoccurring nightmare I had been having for months. I waited a moment or two to slow my breathing, half afraid that if I sat up I would find that my nightmare had come true. I decided to sit up in my bed anyways. I leaned over to the nightstand and fumbled for the light switch to my glittery purple lamp. I sat up; looked around and saw... nothing out of place.
I sighed a breath of relief. The ancient dresser with all my past-due library books sat in the corner. Across from me was the computer desk where a purple glitter lamp sat, I forgot to turn the thing off last night again. Next to it sat a pile of unfinished homework. I turned to my nightstand again and glanced at the time, 2:47. Aralee, my mother, was still sleeping in the next room and I didn't want to wake her by getting up and making noise.
Sliding my feet out from under the covers I shivered as my bare feet hit the cold hard wood floor. I walked across the room to grab my favorite book, Abarat. It was the book I always read after I had a nightmare, and the pages were worn thin from constant reading. Quickly I retreated across the room, book in hand, into the bed.
Usually reading a good book makes me drowsy, but this morning I was wide awake. After the first few chapters I gave up trying. I was reading but unable to take it in. I dropped the book on the floor next to my bed. Right now I only seemed to be thinking of one thing.
I reflect on the nightmare that had come to haunt me these past few months. It always starts in a dark alley next to a busy street. I feel what seems an unquenchable thirst. To my surprise I crouch in the darkest corner, which is unusual because I hate the dark. I am not alone for long before someone arrives, a different person, a different face. They walk in keys out and jingling to open their apartment door. For some odd reason I am drawn to them and creep slowly towards them. Suddenly I am in fast motion, and I leap, catlike, at them. It takes only seconds to reach my victims neck, and the sickly-sweet taste of blood fills my mouth. I drink in deeply and take my fill, and leave the body a pale empty shell and my thirst quenched...
I wish that I could just banish this nightmare, erase it from my memory. I could never get back to sleep after having it. I shuddered and pulled the covers closer. Maybe I should take Aralee's advice and lay off the vampire books for a while, but tonight was an exception and I slowly drifted off in a dreamless sleep.
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This story has been continued.
