Vampire World ON HOLD

Chapter 3

This is loooooong!

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"Jacob!" the woman called out in tears. She was beyond beautiful with pale skin and a black gown. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, pain, and a weak flash of love. The men tugged at her arms to hold her back onto the ground. She struggled to get loose. "Let him go!" Another group of men dragged away a man across from her. She let out a high pitch scream for him again.

The men dragged Jacob to a large wooden cross held up in the middle of the woods. Wood laid out all around it. "Jacob!" she shrieked again. She knew what they were planning to do and she couldn't let it happen.

"Dementia. I will be okay." Jacob called out, but he knew he wouldn't be. Their plan was to kill and rid of him. The men stood him at the center of the cross and tied his arms and legs to it. After they secured him, one lit a plank of wood and dropped it onto the ground of wood.

"No!" Dementia cried.

"Jacob!" I yelped and sat straight up in bed. Before I knew it, I was gasping for air, beads of sweat on my forehead. Who was Jacob and Dementia? And why was Jacob being burned at the stake? "Jacob..." I blinked away tears from my eyes. Why can I feel the pain Dementia was feeling? Her love for Jacob? Why do I feel like I know them both?

"Sky."

I recognized the voice and spun around. "Josh?"

"Hey babe." he whispered.

I pushed away the red covers off from on top of me. "What are you doing here?" My room was just two stories from the ground. How did he get up here?

He grinned. "I needed you."

"What a stupid movie line." I muttered. He laughed.

The branch he was standing on made a small crack. He tapped his finger on my glass window. "Mind opening the window?" he asked.

"Oh yeah." I trudged sleepily towards him. He better have a reason for bothering me at this time in the morning. "What time is it?" I wondered as I flipped up the window lock.

"About four in the morning." He responded and slipped into my room.

I strolled over to the fluffy chair beside my bed and relaxed into it. "Really? What the hell are you doing here at this time?" I flipped on the lights.

"Well vampires don't sleep at night usually." he joked leaning on the windowsill.

I rolled my eyes. "Right."

"So how are you feeling?"

"I'm alright. The vampire thing is kind of weird to me. No effects yet though." I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

"No dreams or flashbacks?"

"How did..." I stopped myself. What would Josh think about me dreaming about another guy? Well it wasn't really even my feelings. It was Dementia's. But does it make much of a difference? I still felt it nonetheless. "No." I lied.

"Are you sure?" he pushed again.

"I guess."

He smiled and picked himself off from the windowsill. "That's good. So he was wrong."

"Who was wrong?" I asked Josh. He stepped over to me, eyes fixed on mine. My vision went blurry as he came closer. Why does he make me feel weak in the knees? He leaned over and kissed me. Harder with more urgency this time. We wrapped our arms around and embraced each other. For some reason everything he does to me makes me shake all over. His touch makes me quiver. Kiss leaves me breathless. This seemed to start when he disappeared that year...Then I had to know. "Josh." I whispered under his lips. "What happened to you? That year you disappeared?"