I could fall Madly in Bed with you

    I was in his bed, red sheets draped carelessly around us, our legs entwined. Hand clasped tight to his, I smiled as I looked up into his dark smoldering eyes. Practically purring with delight I nestled my lips onto his, twisting my tongue around his, playing to see who would take control. In our own bubble of ecstasy, lust and passion, my pulse raced with heat. He could sense the energy thrumming through my blood stream, and met my eyes, asking me for permission.

    Eyes lowering with the mind-numbing love I knew was about to come, I craned up my head, gently trailed a fingertip down my neck and awaited for him. Curling my arms around his pale muscled back I tightened my nails against his skin. Two ready and sharp teeth seared their way into the creamy skin of my neck. I sighed with pleasure as I clenched my thighs around his waist. Moving with a rhythm, I became distinctly aware the edges of my vision were turning smoky and hazy white, my hearing became light and pulsating. 

    The dream was ending. He quickly pulled away from my neck and bore his panicked gaze into my own deep blue eyes. “No, no don’t go…” His words were drifting dreamily away as I felt my precious world of him drift away. His pain was fading, my pleading was stopped and suddenly, I woke up.

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Clutching a hand up to my sweaty forehead, I looked over at the clock. 6:00 AM. I sighed, shifting out of bed and putting on some clothes for school. Running a brush through my hair, I looked over at the place where he’s bit me. Unscathed, unblemished, perfectly fine. Of course it was, he’s just a dream. A cruel dream that always kept me wanting more. How could I ever be satisfied when I knew that I’d never find someone like him in reality? Who made my heart spike with such feeling.

  I’d been dreaming about him so much lately, always the same, us together in his bed, sharing our souls through our eyes. No words were said until I started drifting away and woke up into reality. I’d given him so much thought throughout the days. Who was he? Was he a figment of my imagination, or perhaps a creature from another dimension? Stupid thoughts like these keep me from living in reality.

  Maybe I’m insane, maybe I’ll never get peace. At the same time, the way he made me feel was worth it. 

Making my way downstairs, I opened the pantry for a box of cereal and the fridge for some milk. Pouring some of the two contents in a bowl, I munched away while trying to re-wind and remember every single memory of my dream. I hadn’t told any one about my dreams. Not even my mom or best friend. I know my mom would freak out on me, and my best friend would probably mock me for the erotic dreams and tell me to get laid. 

Making my way out the door and to the bus, I adjusted the straps of my back pack and un-winded the headphones of my ipod. Sticking them in my ears, I blasted out some calming music. The bus was nearly empty as usual as I took my regular seat by myself. Sadly, the most obnoxious guy in school got on at the next stop and slouched by. 

I could hear rap music seeping out of his headphones.  I rolled my eyes as he then bragged to his friend about how he was going to be the DJ at the next underground club party. 

Ian Jenners was a complete douche bag, always acting like a gangster with his slouchy pants and baggy shirts. Underneath it all I knew he was actually kind of handsome, and to be honest I used to have a crush on him until the dreams started. I don’t know why I’d ever liked Ian, considering the way he’d punched me in second grade. 

As the bus stopped in front of our school, I quickly padded my way down to the front steps of school awkwardly. 

I suddenly heard the distinct voice of Ian…

((##++: Author’s Note! Yea ANOTHER new story. So yea… comment and tell me what you think.:++##))

P.S. NO one complain!! This is my first vampire story so meh. I can be a cliché as I wanna be!! :D