Stephen

💀Vampire in Sheep's Clothing💀

The traffic on my drive home this evening was a complete sideshow. It took every ounce of my self-control, not to cruse at every single insane maniac driver on the road tonight.

A black Mercedes to my left speeds up, and quickly cuts over into my lane, almost taking the front of my car off in the process, as it races off 169 onto the 71 street exit.

"What the hell is wrong with you," I screamed, "What the hell happened to common courtesy, you jackass?"
  
At the moment, I didn't care if I looked like a complete loony-tune to everybody around me.

My arm came out the drivers window, and gave the person in the Mercedes my best middle-finger salute.

I dragged ass inside my condo tossing my bag onto the floor next to the couch as I collapse down onto the enticing soft folds of the cushions.

Cocooning myself deeper into the plush fabric I began to feel the weight of the world start to dwindle away as I closed my eyes.
**

"Grace," Kane whispers, brushing his lips across my ear, and drawing our bodies in closer together.
I drew in a shape breath, when he presses his growing arousal against my thigh, teasing me before his lips landed on mine.

The kiss is passionate but gentle. I begin to feel the fire, and anticipation builds inside my body when as he deepens our kiss, stroking his hands against my bare thighs. His touch vibrates my flesh like electricity. 

 ** 
My body jolts. Quivers with pure pleasure, causing a lusty moan, to escape from my mouth, waking me, from the sensual dream.

A sheen of sweat covered my entire body, as if the air-conditioner unit had quit working inside my place in mid- August.

The heat. The humility in my condo was absolutely unbelievable.

When I shifted around, my damp clothes on my body began to glue to me like double-stick tape.

I almost felt like a mummy, wrapped-up in ace-bandages. Confined, constricted in its sarcophagus.

I lay there gaining my bearings, catching my breath for a while and let the raging headache now pounding in my skull and nausea subside, before I tried to sit up.

That dream felt to dang real. I could still feel Kane's intense touch against my flesh.

His scent lingering throughout the air. "Dear God. What's happening to me?" I said, as my hands came up and cradled my head, "I've been under a lot of stress the last couple of weeks, and I think, it's...it's finally taking its a toll on my sanity."

My hand came down across my forehead, wiping the dampness and wild hair away from my face and remembered, the way Kane looked at me in the dream.

Deeply embedded in his eyes I ssawfear, greed, love, lust and so much pain.

Undoubtedly, the same look I see in Stephen's eyes. My imagination began to run rampaged and feel my pulse rate quicken, as the air in my chest constricts. 

I desperately needed to talk to Sydney, but I couldn't. I wouldn't, drag her into this mess, besides, she would think I'm freaking crazier then bat-shit. If I started spewing out stories about the undead.

It would probably be for the best if I didn't tell her and kept this secret to myself.

Hopefully, I could keep my sanity intact throughout this, and wouldn't be admitted into good old Vinita Hospital.

A loud knock came from my front door, bringing me back to reality, or back into hell, I really hadn't decided yet.

I looked over toward the door, then down at the small clock sitting on the end-table next to me.
  
The green light illuminating the time 8:00 p.m. 'Crappity, crap, crap, crap!