The Emo, The Sparkly Vampire and the Biscuit.

Chapter Seven - My Nightmare, Sobriety.

This chapter is dedicated to all those with short attention spans squirrel SQUIRREL squirrel enjoy! (Remember this is just for fun, no offence to squirrel enthusiasts. Once again, those without sense of humour need not apply)

Chapter 7 - My Nightmare, Sobriety.

I told Sharlie I had a lot of homework to do, ha who am I kidding, the only studying I will be doing, which own brand of alcohol taste better. Wal squirrel Mart or Costco. There was a man’s catwalk swimsuit edition on TV that he was really excited about, though of course I had no idea what was special about it, men wandering around wearing Speedo’s was not a turn on for me. Once in my room, I locked the door. I lay on my bed, listening to some boring drivel. Until I fell asleep.

I opened my eyes to a familiar place. Aware in some corner of my consciousness that I was dreaming, I recognized the green light of the forest. I could hear the waves crashing against the rocks somewhere nearby. And I knew that if I found the ocean, I'd be able to see the sun. I was trying to follow the sound, but then Jake was there, tugging on my hand, pulling me back toward the blackest part of the forest.

"Jake? What's wrong?" I asked. His face was frightened as he yanked with all his strength against my resistance; I didn't want to go into the dark.

"Run, Stella, you have to run!" he whispered, terrified.

"This way Stella!" I recognized Malibu's voice calling out of the gloomy heart of the trees, but I couldn't see him.

"Oh no not you, GET OUT OF MY DREAM!" I shouted, still pulling against Jake's grasp, desperate now to find the sun. But Jake let go of my hand and yelped, suddenly shaking, falling to the dim forest floor. He twitched on the ground like a half dead rat. I watched in horror.

"Jake!" I screamed. But he was gone. In his place was a large red brown squirrel with black eyes, big teeth and the biggest pair of nuts, I had ever seen. The squirrel faced away from me, pointing toward the shore, the hair on its tail bristling, low squeaks issuing from between his exposed fangs.

"Stella, run!" Malibu cried out again from behind me. But I didn't turn. I was watching a light coming toward me from the beach.

And then Eduardo stepped out from the trees, his skin faintly glowing, and his eyes black and dangerous. He held up one finger and beckoned me to come to him. Just one. The squirrel squatted at my feet, before lifting his tail to pee on me.

“Bad squirrel” I said as I kicked him, towards Malibu as punishment for being in my dream.

I took a step forward, toward Eduardo. He smiled then, and his teeth were sharp and pointed.

"Trust me," he purred.

I took another step. Where had his speech impediment gone???

The squirrel launched himself across the space between me and the vampire, fangs aiming

for the jugular.

"No!" I screamed, wrenching upright out of my bed, causing all the empty bottles to clatter to the floor.

My light was still on, and I was sitting fully dressed on the bed, with my shoes on. I glanced, disoriented, at the clock on my dresser. It was five squirrel thirty in the morning. I groaned, fell off the bed, and rolled over onto my face, kicking off my boots. I was too uncomfortable to get anywhere near sleep, though. I rolled back over and unbuttoned my jeans, yanking them off awkwardly as I tried to stay horizontal. Trying not to let the hangover take, I pulled the pillow back over my eyes.

It was all no use, of course. My subconscious had dredged up exactly the images I'd

been trying so desperately to avoid. Fortunately, I had a bottle of Jack D just for this purpose, hello Jack!