Midnight. ☆ [boyxboy]

Nightmares.

I grabbed my fluffy white bath towel and rubbed it over my head to dry it a bit and then I wrapped it loosely around my waist. I peered at myself in the mirror and raked my fingers through my hair, smiling, I gave myself a thumbs up. I looked silly but I had my reasons. I didn't get fired today at Java Jam, didn't get chased by any weird old guys who lust after young boys either. So I guess today was a good day. But, it was about to get even better because my lovely bed awaited me.

I padded into my room and glanced at my TV remote. 'No naughty shows tonight', I thought to myself. My thoughts drifted back to that night, as I crawled into bed and plopped down. Chris has come over randomly with alcohol and things escalated to quickly to a certain level of unfamiliarity. I lay there, with my towel and comforter covering my lower half and legs, I tucked my arms behind my head.

I wasn't sure what had possessed me to follow through with what Chris had obviously been wanting to do, but then I remembered the alcohol that was pumping through my system. My common sense had obviously been neglected. It was weird how Chris had changed; changing from my best friend who liked to come over and preform oral on me, to becoming the estranged friend he was now. Things just didn't add up. Which is what brought me back to square one.

I frowned and thought about how lately my mind had been preoccupied on Oliver, Hunter and Chris. And those terrible nightmares. None of these things left my head, they continued to trouble me. But, right now these troubles seemed less important because I wanted to do nothing more but sleep.

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I was running as fast as I could, my chest squeezed tighter and tighter each time my feet hit the ground, but I couldn't seem to get away.

"How cute..He's running" giggled a woman.

I didn't dare look back, something told me not to. Instead I pushed myself harder, propelling myself forwards.

"He obviously thinks he can escape" chuckled a mans voice.

"I like watching my prey run frantically before I kill it..False hope." It sounded like the same woman, from the first nightmare I had at Oliver's.

I felt like there was a fire burning inside my chest, my legs felt like they were turning into rubber. I didn't know where I was running, but I felt like I had to get away. But, my knees gave out beneath me and I crashed to the ground. I tasted blood in my mouth, my hands were bleeding aswell -- scraped raw from the concrete. I lay there, gasping heavily, desperate to get air in my lungs. The hairs on the back of my neck raised the second I heard the familiar cackle of a woman.

"It smells absolutely divine.." purred the woman in a low tone. "Lord Klaus will be pleased..this boy is a treasure"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" I screamed, as I looked around. But there was nothing to see but darkness.

This time, both man and woman laughed. As if I had told a funny knock-knock joke.

"You're what we want.." laughed the woman, a hint of amusement in her voice.

As she uttered the last word, searing hot pain took over my entire body, causing me to scream and convulse. I raised my raw hands to fend off whatever was attacking me and at first my hands touched nothing.

I heard someone grunt and then something warm and wet coated my fingers and my eyes shot open.

"..Help"

I shot up in bed; frozen momentarily, I stared into the bloodied face of Hunter. He was standing beside my bed, hunched over, clutching his side. There was a soft sound of a steady pitter-patter and the scent of blood permeated around my room. The smell of his blood was thick and heavy and filled my nostrils quickly.

"You gonna help or sit there like a statue?" he growled at me in annoyance.