Emily was in a completely peaceful state. She could see nothing but darkness and that was good enough for her. Little did she know what would be lurking in that darkness.
"Hello Em. You didn't think that I was dead, did you? I'm so proud of how ruthless you were. You didn't even shed a tear." Emily looked at him and frowned. What was he doing? This was just a dream. It had to be. She had killed him. He hugged Em.
"No. I had an inkling that you weren't dead, just by how much you wanted me to stab you." Eric sighed.
"You don't hate me, do you? I mean, I was only trying to help you! You understand that......right? Please tell me that you do!" Emily bit her lip and looked at Eric. His stare was intense and alluring. Emily tried her best not to look at him but she couldn't help but occasionally stare at him. He was just so beautiful.
"If I told you yes......I would be lying. Please just leave me alone for a little while Eric. Give me time for me to find myself." Eric sighed in frustration.
"You've already found yourself Em. You just don't want to admit it. You're too afraid to which is sad really. Your entire family is just like you. It isn't something that you should be ashamed of. You should embrace it!" He held Emily's face in his hands. She started crying. She shook her head violently.
"How can enjoying blood and killing be normal Eric? It isn't! I'm a freak!" Emily began to shake. She was cold. Eric took his jacket and put it around her.
"Em, you're right. We are freaks. You should just embrace that. You aren't normal. Being normal is terribly boring. Don't you understand that? It's actually a curse. We, on the other hand, are quite blessed." Eric held her in his arms. It was cold. Unusually cold for a even for a New York summer night.
"That's really convincing Eric. I mean you were the one that kidnapped me, killed two people, and fried them up as if they were chicken! Who are you? A descendant of the Sawyer family from Texas Chainsaw Massacre?!" Em pulled away from his grasp. She turned her back to him. She was cold, she was afraid, and she was hurt.
"I'm sorry but I can't tell you what we are. I'm not allowed to tell you. I'm under the strictest of orders not to. Trust me, it kills me that I can't tell you what you are." Emily decided to play perfectly with his weakness which surprised him. She walked up to him and touched his chest with the tips of her fingers, slightly tickling him and sending him off the edge.
"Please tell me Eric. You know that I love you and you love me, so tell me what we are. I want to hear it from you." It was just a dream so Emily wasn't concerned.
"I'm sorry. I can't. I really would tell you if I could but I can't. I'm honor bound." He took her wrists and started kissing her. Blood was seeping through his lips. She gasped, pulled away, and started screaming. She had bit his lip! Why in the hell had she done that? She had been craving his blood and flesh.
"You can't escape what you are or your heritage Em." With that, Emily woke up screaming and drowning in a pool of tears and sweat. She hadn't had nightmares like that since she had been a little kid.
