"Layla" Freddie whispered. "You need to stop FALLing baby"
"I can't help it"
Beautiful swirling trees encircled the two lovers as the branches spiralled to form perfect hearts. The floor beneath their feet was soft and bouncy bringing a spring to their step as they danced. This blissful place was soon filled with the 3 bar beat of a waltz, and they linked hand in hand to dance in flawless box formation.
"I thought you didn't like cliché" Draculaa's voice echoed in the dream.
"This isn't cliché! When was the last time you saw someone encircled in heart trees?" Layla defended. "Anyway get out of my dream, you need to stop getting in my mind while I'm sleeping it's not fair"
"I'm pretty sure if I asked you to waltz you'd tell me it was cliché"
"Can we drop this please, I sleep to get away from you, but you're even dominating my dreams!" Layla yelled.
"No, I'm waking you up"
"No!" Layla protested.
"You're cheating on me!"
"It's not cheating if it's not real"
"99% of your dreams are wishes" Draculaa informed her.
"How can you possibly know that"
Before she knew it Layla was awake and lying next to an annoyed Draculaa. It had been a couple of days since they went hunting, Layla and Draculaa had kind of slipped into this strange sort of 'more-than-friends-but-not-really-sure-because-she-thinks-she-likes-Freddie' phase and they were finding it hard to pull through.
"You were dreaming about Freddie again"
"That's because I like him"
"It's the trance"
"It's not the trance"
"I'll bite you"
"It's the trance"
"Hmm"
"But it's also yoga.." Layla continued hoping for an infuriated reaction.
"Given up on that now, if you don't understand Agoy now... You never will"
Layla groaned as she rolled over in the bed, heartache was rough.
"Do you want me to help you?" Draculaa asked.
"Yes"
"Do you want me to stop this?"
"Yes"
"Then let me"
"I don't know how" Layla admitted. "Can't you ask Freddie to just take the trance off me, he doesn't even want me anymore, I can tell"
"No"
"Why not?"
"I'm still not talking to him"
***
Kevin thrashed his way through the growing vegetation angrily. He was dressed from head to toe in a yellow and green uniform complete with a hat holding a stitched image of a happy hedgehog. His bare arms were slashed by the underlying bed of thorns beneath the wide leaves. Human blood was not drawn; because Kevin was not human. He certainly hadn't acted like a vampire for the past few days though. He couldn't fly, he couldn't read minds and he hadn't drank for a few days yet no sign of any fangs. He hadn't checked a mirror recently either but he was sure if he did there would be a reflection glaring back at him. It was the middle of the day but his skin remained burn less. What was he?
