After we kiss for a while and touch, I fall asleep in his bed while he goes out and gets our meals for the day. *Dream* I am a vampire in this dream thank god, because in real life I am. And I am wearing a short skin tight leather type of dress with 7 inch platform heels my fangs were out I don't know why they were but I guess I am hungry. I am in the year 1840, hopefully I can find something interesting here or someone. I see an opened door to a weathly type house, I walk inside, I could hear my heels on the wooden floor while I walk. Then a tall, handsome, dark brown haired man turned to me and said,"Well hello there love, how can I help you?" I said,"Well, where can I find anything around here I don't know where to go in this town." He wasn't listening to me he was looking at my lips and my fangs, then checking out the rest of me and then I say,"Sir? Are you okay?" He looked up and said,"Yes love I'm okay I want to do something though.." I looked at him confused and I said,"What is it you want to do?" He then stepped closer to me and then put his lips on mine. We kissed nonstop for 5 minutes then he said in my ear,"I'm so sorry." I was confused then I felt a pain in my chest I looked down and I see a knife stabbed inside my chest, it was so close to my heart that it hurt so much. I fell to the ground. I wake up and i look down and i see a knife in the same spot li,e it was in the dream, luckily Zak was home. I get up but I was out of breath because it hurt so much. I walk into the kitchen where he was and I said but it was only a whisper,"Zak help me please." I want to the counter, I fell and then he turns to me with shocked eyes and he said,"Oh my god love what happened?" I said quietly because I couldn't talk loud because of how much it hurt," I was sleeping, I was dreaming that someone stabbed me and it turned out someone or something stabbed me in your room." I started to cry so hard that I was sobbing. He knelt down to where I was and he said,"This is gonna hurt sweetie I'm sorry." I nodded and he gripped the handle of the knife and he pulled it out. I tried not make a face but he saw my face and he chuckled and said,"Well I said it would hurt love, what can I do to help you?" I say,"Blood please any blood that you have, I don't care." He got up and then he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a small knife slit his wrist and then he knelt down again and he said,"Okay love drink this, it will help." I took his wrist and drank as much as I could, then I pulled back and I said,"Thank you so much my love, what do you want to do now?"
