Monster || Sebastian Stan Fanfic

04. Nightmares About Monsters

 Hope's P.O.V

I'm running through the woods. He's after me. I can't move, I'm frozen. I want to scream and ask for help but no words come out of my mouth. He's closer now. I can't escape. And I feel it. He's right behind me. His cold breath against the back of my head. His lips so close... I feel his fangs sinking into my neck, it hurts. Until it doesn't. Then everything becomes a blur.

I wake up in the middle of the night, gasping for air. I had a nightmare. Again. My bedroom's window is open. Again. I'm starting to think I may be a sleepwalker. I close the window every night before going to bed and when I wake up, it's always open. The first day, I didn't really care. I was so tired I couldn't remember if I had left it open. But this?. Two weeks later and it happens every single night.

I stand up and close the window. Even though I enjoy the breeze, I rather keeping the window closed. It makes me feel kind of safe. Not like anyone is going to climb all the way up to the 7th floor just to get into my room through the window, but still... I'm a bit paranoid.

I go to the kitchen and drink a glass of water. These nightmares have been replaying themselves in my head night after night. And the scar on my wrist hurts whenever I wake up. Maybe the apartment is haunted?. I know, for a grown ass woman who is also a lawyer, I sound like an idiot. But I'm having a hard time believing all these things aren't somehow connected.

I sigh as I walk around the apartment. It has a small balcony. I can see the city lights from here. It's rather beautiful.

Then, my mind is thinking about Sebastian. I haven't seen him around and I don't have his number either. I tell myself that he's a famous actor. He has better things to do than to go for a cup of coffee with a girl he meet on a flight. Besides, I don't even know his last name. Why the hell did I offer him to go for coffee?. Instead of calling it quits and going back to bed, I find myself on Google, trying to know, at least, his full name. 'There it is. Sebastian Stan, born August 13, 1982 in Romania'. I keep reading. 'Known former girlfriends, blah blah blah'. 'Came to the US at the age of 12'. 'Currently working on Marvel's Infinity War Part 2'.

My phone buzzes. It's a text from my best friend, Elizabeth.

'Miss you – E'

Instead of texting her back, I decide to FaceTime her.

"Hope!!!!", she yells.

"The one and only...", I smile at her.

"How are you?. Oh God... Tell me you're coming home"

"Liz, this is my home now. You know I couldn't miss this job offer..." I sigh "And you also know I couldn't deal with Antoine any more"

"Yeah, I know. He's been annoying the living hell out of everyone, constantly asking about you", Lizzie says.

"He doesn't know I'm in New York, does he?", I ask in fear.

"No. He thinks you're in Alaska and he has even asked his boss for a leave of absence so he can pick a flight and go to get you", she chuckles.

"Yeah, well... good luck with that. He's not going to find me. And if he ever does, I swear I'm going to beat the crap out of him", I reply.

"He's an idiot... I mean, he proposed to you, he cheated on you, you forgave him and he left you 2 weeks before the wedding. What kind of person does that?".

"An insane one, I suppose"

"Yeah... But let's not talk about him. How are you doing? How is it like in New York?"

I tell her everything that has happened since I got my arse on the plane, including the whole Sebastian thing, the nightmares and the window thing. She squeals when I mention Sebastian and I tell her it wasn't that much of a big deal.

"Ok, ok... I'll stop fangirling for a second now", she says "Have you been having the exact same nightmare every night?".

"It's pretty much always the same. I never get to see his face. All I can see is his mouth and he has a short beard. Like the kind of beard men get when they don't shave for two or three days..."

"Yeah, I get it. It must be scaring having all these nightmares about monsters and such", Lizzie states.

"I wouldn't call it a 'monster'...", I say.

"Hope, you do know vampires don't actually exist, right?".

"Yeah, I'm not a child. But if they did... I don't think they would be monsters, just... misunderstood".

"Sucking blood isn't misunderstanding a damn thing! It would be murder. Or attempt of murder".

"Leeches suck blood and nobody considers that as murder"

"I think you've seen 'Interview With The Vampire' too many times, Hope", she finally says, laughing.

"Maybe... Anyway, I should try and get some more sleep. I have to work in the morning and I don't need darker circles under my eyes".

"You go... Call me soon, ok?".

"Will do. Love you!"

"Love you!", Lizzie replies as the FaceTime ends.

I stand up and go back to bed, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep and not another nightmare.