Disclaimer: I don't own any of Ann Rice's characters they belong to her blah blah blah... I do wish I owned them but I do own Michelle and some others.

A/n: I wrote this coz' my friend "dared" me to write a stori for fanfiction. I noe it's silly but I may continue if ppl want me to. Hope u like it! This is my first so flame it all u like! LMAO! Luv Ya! R/r! ^_~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dreams

It was dark and gloomy but my sight was a clear as a cat's. I walked swiftly down an unknown street, a few people were still hurrying to get to their homes. A man in his early twenties walked alone slowly. He looked casual in jeans and a shirt. I eyed him; he was to be my next victim. He was unaware of my presence but then again no mortal does. Suddenly I was embracing him, my fangs broke his flesh breaking his vein with it. Blood came gushing into my mouth. I drank slowly and deeply, savoring the taste. His heart slowed down, he dropped limp to my feet. He was dead. There was still blood dripping along my lips to my chin. I wiped it off using the back of my hand. I left him there in the dark alleyway. No one would find him there. He was tasty indeed, but my thirst was not satisfied. I had to have more.

*Gasp* I shot up from bed. It was 2.30 am and it was still dark. I was struggling for breath. "Why do I keep having the same dream? Drinking blood?" I was very confused. For the past week I'd been having the same dream. I didn't believe in reincarnation but this was just crazy! I needed to calm down. There was no way I was going to figure this out if I didn't relax. I went downstairs to get a drink of water. Was I really going insane? I went to the bathroom first to refresh myself. I splashed cold water onto my face. I looked into the mirror. Was this really me? I checked my teeth, no fangs. I looked normal and felt normal now. But that dream was too real. I walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water. I sculled it down. The taste still couldn't wash out the memory of the blood. I walked into the living room to the balcony. The breeze felt cool against my olive skin. My dark brown hair was loose, flowing down to my waist. Miami was beautiful at this time. The lights of the city glowed in the distance. Such a beautiful view, and yet no one to share it with. I felt alone. I have been alone for too long. "I'm 22, I'll cope."

I went back to my room and tried to get some sleep. I had work tomorrow so I really needed it.

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