FADED DREAMS

Is This The Real World? Or is This Fantasy?

It had been a long day at work. Gaia scurried down the alleyway near her apartment building, hoping to cut a few minutes off her commute home.

Gaia rarely enjoyed going this way at night. The streetlights cast an eerie glow against the line of garage doors which gave her an unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach. It didn't help that she'd been having odd dreams for several months, and sometimes, they seemed so real, she wasn't sure she was actually dreaming.

Gaia's feet pounded the pavement as a surprising cool breeze moved across her skin. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around.

Nothing there.

The stifling heat and humidity of the warm summer night encompassed her once more. She took in a labored breath of thick, muggy air. Pivoting on her heels, she turned towards her initial direction. Again, she felt something and froze.

Him—

Where did he come from?

Gaia hadn't heard a sound. Not one footstep, yet there he stood. An unearthly glow shone from his pale skin in the yellowing glare of the streetlights. His midnight hair reminded her of a raven's feather in the way his dark locks caught the moonlight. But it was his piercing, glacial eyes, that always entranced her.

Who was this man? All she knew for sure was that he was the one who haunted her slumber causing her to wake most mornings in a writhing sweat. She'd rouse with her body on fire, burning for more of the dark pleasures he offered during the dream state.

"I must be asleep," she whispered.

Though twenty feet away, he heard Gaia's breathless words as if those lips were pressed against his ear.

Sebastian (Bash) growled; a primal response to her scent. He restrained his fangs from growing. Gaia smelled of wildflowers on a spring morning. When he was with his pet, he remembered what it was like to bask in the sun. Her dusty, pink dyed hair was akin to a rose. Her porcelain skin and blue-green eyes melted his frozen heart. Had he a soul, Sebastian could imagine it reawakened.

He knew he should stay away. Sebastian had taken too much from her already. It was possible Gaia might lose her sanity if he continued these visits. But Sebastian yearned for her, and it wasn't only her blood that set his appetite asunder. She was the holiest of fucks. The closest he'd been to the gods since his damnation, was when he was between Gaia's milky, quivering thighs.

Dear Goddess, he was hungry. Sebastian imagined sampling Gaia's blood just enough to satiate his thirst, then feasting on her lovely, tight cunt. He brought himself back from his thoughts and noticed Gaia shiver despite the heat. Her arousal flowed to him in waves, proving their connection. Gaia was always so willing and eager to please.

Bash realized that Gaia was questioning her own reality. Whether these evenings were truly spent in his arms or if they were merely dreams. But Sebastian was reluctant to let her fully realize the truth. Bash was able to scare off past pets with the facts once he'd tired of them. Gaia, he feared, wouldn't be frightened. Gaia, he intuited, would love him as much as he had grown to love her.

There was a lack of apprehension in Gaia that was constantly present in former pets. The others maintained a sense of dread that all prey exude, no matter how much they enjoyed the things Bash did to them. Gaia was different. She was special from the start, and that should have been warning enough to keep Bash from getting involved with her.

But how could Sebastian resist such a delectable little pet?

He moved with stealth towards Gaia as she stood there, frozen in place. Once within reach, his pet whimpered.