Favourite Worst Nightmare- Ianthony

-.Prologue.-

PROLOGUE:

I woke up in a dark room, A room I've never been before in my life. I'm lying on a hard mattress. I am awake, but I refuse to open my eyes. I can smell dust. The rooms smells like it has 100 years old, and never used. And I can feel someone staring at me. Yet I refuse to open my eyes and pretend that I'm still asleep, and maybe you wonder why, well... I know that whoever is in the room, it's not human.

My name is Ian Hecox.

I'm 18 years old. Still in high school, obviously. Not so many friends, just David, Matt and Mary.

I have to go to the therapist because... well I exactly don't know. I just started having nightmares. And I used to be a sleepwalker. My nightmares aren't exactly common... I have nightmares that I can't explain. People I've never seen before. People doing inhuman things. Scary people. And that voice. It's always there, telling me that it's real, that it will come for us. They think I'm crazy, but I'm not!!

Sometimes even my friends get a bit scared because sometimes and just SOMETIMES I have these sort of visions. Like my dreams, people walking in the streets and the the strange person, there's always at least one.

The I wake up.

There's still something else, I have bad feelings about some people, like for example, I'm walking down the street and then I feel something inside me... A presence that causes me shiver. I know it's someone, I turn my head everywhere, I glance at everyone, until I see it. That weird person, looks normal from the outside but I know it's not human.

"I know you're awake now." Said a strange voice. " Your breathing changed." Dang it! It seems like he isn't really close to me.

"Open your eyes, kid." I heard some footsteps. The second I open my eyes, I only see a warm pair of chocolate eyes. The room is only lightened by a lamp, so his face it's a bit dark, but I can still see his features.

Then I react. Who's this?

Our position it's really embarrassing in this moment, I don't know anything about him. He's got brown hair, 'emo styled, falling right above his eyebrow, tan skin. His face is so close to mine right now, our noses are touching. He keeps staring at me, like if I was a piece of meat.

Then he snaps and he stands up and returns to his chair so fast that I could barely see his feet.

"I'm not a kid" I snap. He laughs "Wh-Who are you?" I ask, panic is taking me over. Is he gonna kill me? At the same time I have this other feeling that makes me feel safe around him. Why? I don't know. I don't know who the mysterious guy is. I have to admit he's really good looking, even though I shouldn't be thinking things like this, be could be my killer.

He grins.

"Don't be scared, beautiful." Oh, his voice, like music. So... So hypnotizing.

"I'm no-not scared. Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want with me?" I ask suddenly feeling brave.

"One question at the time, blue eyes." He smirks. I sit up. "Where I am?"

"Somewhere." I glare at him, he's playing the stupid, and it's not funny.

"What do you want with me?" He reminds quiet.

"Why am I-" I blinked, a micro sec, as soon as I re-open my eyes. He's as close to me like a few minutes ago. He grabs my shirt and pulls me more close. And his eyes... Scary, his eyes are like daggers and not the inviting ones.. .

"Listen kid, stop asking so many questions, I'm getting a headache. You know. Abducting people takes time and it's not easy if the kid knows who you are and knows your close." He was breathing hard.

"Who are you?" I blurted out. Why am I doing this, it just came out like vomit. Didn't I just listened what he just said?

He pushes me lightly against the mattress, the mattress of course was on the floor, the room was really big, with a big window and a black thick curtain covering it, some furniture covered by white sheets, the chair where the guy was sitting on and a small table with a lamp on it right next to it.

He goes back to the chair, as fast as the last time. I knew it, not human,

He rests his leg on the top of the other one and leans to rest his head in the palm of his hand. He grins. "I'm your favourite worst nightmare."

"And you're here because I know you know about us. You can see us"

I gulp. "Us? What are you talking about, look, I'm not the guy you want, I'm the wrong guy, because as far as I can remember I haven't seen anything and I-"

"Don't play smart, kid. You can see us i our real form, you can tell who is human and who is not." He glares at me. I frown. "I'm not a kid!" I yell. "I'm 18"

He laughs, he pulls out a cigarette from his pocket. and lights it up.

I can't stand the cigarette smoke.

He keeps smoking until I snap. "Stop it!" I command. "I can't stand the cigarette smoke"

He laughs again, making my blood boil.

"Too bad."

He grins.

I keep thinking, I know he isn't human. The the question is what exactly he is. I stare to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. I know he is staring at me.

"What are you?" I ask, still not looking at him.

"A vampire." He simply says. "And answering to your other questions, you're here because they have come for us. Where are we it's something I can't answer right now, like my name. One step at the time." I just nod. This isn't real, A nightmare, right? Suddenly this feels natural to me... Why?

He takes another drag of his cigarette.

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*AND THAT WAS THE PROLOGUE, A SNEAK PEAK. SHOULD I CONTINUE??*

-PILGRIM