The Other Side of Damon Salvatore

Part one:

Amanda jumped out of her sleep, gasping for air and sweating profusely. This was not the the first time this had occurred over the past two weeks and was significantly interfering with her sleep. She immediately put on the light because she still felt immense fear from the nightmare, and saw that the clock read 4:15 am , which was the same time she always awakened this way. Her breathing rate then steadied and the trembling in her hands lessened. She calmed down and told herself it was just a dream, but it was one she could not ever remember. She had been waking up feeling this way, with a sense of an evil presence around her and significant fright, to not remember one detail about whatever it was that caused her to react this way. It was very odd and getting completely out of hand. She had been researching this for the past two weeks, and theorized it was a form of sleep paralysis due to stress. It was midterm month at college which was most likely triggering these dreams, or whatever they were. At first she did not even want to go to sleep at all, for she feared waking up this way, hence losing more sleep and not being able to function during the day. Last night she figured she would just let herself go to sleep and not to think about it, and here she was experiencing a 10th one so far. Her grades were not as good as she wanted them to be and it was due to these inconvenient nightmares. She realized she might need some psychiatric meds at this point, because she could not continue living this way. Her mother told her they would probably stop after her midterms were over but didn't understand that that was the exact time she didn't need them. For them to stop after wouldn't even mean a thing, they had to stop now!!!! She threw the covers off of her, still feeling hot, and was about to head down stairs to get a cold glass of water when she got startled by a movement from the corner of her eye. She let out a small scream and then saw that it was the wind blowing her curtain....but she did not open her window. She definitely would have kept it closed, it was February. She walked over to the window and slammed it shut, very angry and confused about what was gong on.

When she came back upstairs and finished her water, she felt a little better and was going to attempt to go back to sleep. She had to be up 9am, and it was almost 4:30 already. As soon as she lay back down she fell asleep immediately and it started again. She looked around her and saw her dark room, it was as if she were still awake. The room then started to spin and a deep sense of dread came over her, followed by a chill, and her window was now closed. She couldn't move her lips to scream or her body to run, all she could do was wait in fear. Then she saw him. A dark shadow came into her peripheral vision, the profile of a man sitting on the side of her bed. She felt his cold hands touch her legs and slowly come up her thigh, lifting her nightgown up. When he got to her private area, he rubbed her there for a few minutes , which felt so good she wanted to cry out in pleasure but then quickly became tense as if knowing that it was completely wrong and she could not allow herself to enjoy it. The man's hand then caressed her stomach and grazed her chest, continuing up toward her face and then tracing the outline of her lips. He then moved closer to her, but she still could not see his face because he was always just outside her central vision, and in the dark. She felt his cold lips slowly kiss her neck and her body tingled from the electricity that his touch brought to her nervous system. She liked the way he touched her, but at the same time she was very frightened by the vividness of the dream and wanted out. As he moved closer to her, she urged to see his face while at the same time not wanting to see what he looked like, for fear it may be the devil himself. His presence was evil, carnal and haunting. Then she saw him. His face then came into view as he slowly got on top of her, pinning her wrists down with his strong hands. He had ice blue eyes, pale skin and longish black as night hair. He was beautiful, the most beautiful man she had ever seen. But yet, there was an eeriness to his looks, that almost made him appear ugly at the same time, it was such a contradiction. He then made eye contact with her, and leaned over her and whispered in her ear. His voice gave her chills beyond what any temperature could, and he looked into her eyes and said "I am your worst nightmare, but you will forget this ever happened". Then he smiled evily and let out this deafening laugh as he lifted his head up. The moonlight shining into her room revealed two sharp teeth peering out from his top lip, and two glowing red eyes, and dark purple veins appearing on his pasty skin. He then suddenly came at her and bit into her neck, the pain was sharp and unbearable. She screamed inside, because she still could not actually vocalize or move, as he sucked blood straight from her carotid artery. He sucked her blood so clean and carefully that not a drop went anywhere except inside his mouth. As she laid there helplessly as he fed on her, the room started to spin again and then her alarm clock went off, waking her up. She sat up abruptly, from the sound of the alarm, and knew that she had had that dream again. Unfortunately once she was awake, she had no recollection of anything that had occurred.