That night, I could barely sleep. I tossed and turned in my bed, sheets becoming tangled and sticky from my sweat. Except, when I closed my eyes, that sticky substance wasn't sweat. I drifted off into a light sleep, half awake. Half sane.
I saw Isaac, with his furry jaws and his glowing eyes. I saw crimson, and my legs felt sticky from a peculiar substance. I dug deeper into his eyes, becoming more fearful by the second. he looked at me with anger, yet calmness. Why was he angry? Was he angry at me? His eyes told me no. The substance became thicker and it caused me to reach down at my leg. I rubbed my thigh, trying to wipe off the imaginary crimson now soaking my shorts and hem of my tee shirt.
It rose, and I tried to wring out my shirt in my sleep. I became disgusted when I rubbed my cheek and felt the blood transfer from my hand to my cheek. It was gritty and clammy. I kept rubbing and it felt like it crumbling and peeling. I forced myself to stop.
Isaac's eyes had now faded and the dream at darkened to a black backdrop. Everything, black. Then, I gulped for air and inhaled when the black room started to flood with the same bloody substance I was covered in. I gasped for air, and the blood wouldn't stop flooding. I felt like I was drowning.
Drowning in blood.
But whose blood?
I was blinded by deep red all around me. I tried to breathe, but whenever I opened my mouth, blood filled my mouth and I choked it up. Just when I thought I was done for, I saw something white. two long white sticks. As they came into focus, I realized they weren't white sticks.
They were two fangs.
Isaac's fangs.
I heard a roar, and people scream. I saw Isaac with tears in his yellow eyes as he reached for me. I heard a whip of something through the air, and Isaac came hurling towards me.
Just as the first prick of pain hit me, I sat up, gasping for air, tangled in sheets. Sweat was rolling down my head and my whole body was broken out in hives and sweaty beads. My mouth was dry, and I started to cry.
I was scared.
Scared of him.
But they funny thing was, the fact I was scared of him made me love him more.
I look out my window. I close my eyes and think of him, trying hard not to think of the monstrous beast I had been thinking of about all night.
Isaac?
