A cool hand slid over my face. I opened my eyes and Viktor was there. A shroud of darkness surrounded him. His beautiful face inches from my own. His breath warm against my skin. The smell enticing, it drew me closer.
“How are you here?” my voice came out muffled, sounding strange. His black hair fell forward over his brow as he leaned closer to me.
Somewhere deep down I knew this couldn’t be real but it certainly seemed real. So I went with it.
His lips came down on mine but they weren’t warm—like I expected. They were cold…so cold. I tried to pull away but his hands held me down—trapping me in place.
He barred his teeth and his beautiful eyes were no longer gray, they glowed in the darkness. A sharp stinging sensation shot into my neck and blood poured from the open wounds. I felt it leaving my body and I was growing weaker, falling deeper into an abyss of nothingness.
“Why are you doing this?” my voice vibrated in my ears.
“Because I’m a Vampire …”
Wrenching upright, my pillow fell to the floor. Chest heaving, I looked around my room. Early morning light spilled in through my window. I put my hand to my neck expecting blood to be gushing out but when I pulled my hand away there was none…
“Just a dream,” I told myself. I took a deep breath and could swear I smelled cinnamon.