The Chosen One: A Vampire Lestat Story

Chapter 3: The Nightmare

Chapter 3: The Nightmare

Lestat POV...

Raina was out for the night. I stood next to the bed and watched her. I sighed and raked my hands through my hair.

The girl was proving difficult to resist and I've had plenty of experience so that was saying something. I could tell she wanted me or at least was attracted to me. Even if I could not tell in her scent, her face  and  body language gave her secret away. As if a mortal can hide such secrets from me.

Gazing at her beautiful face I wanted to stay. Not for sex, although I wanted that too, but to embrace her and hold her tightly, caressing her hair in whisper sweet nothings in her ear. To amuse her, to make her happy. Just one kiss was all I was after. I notice she had not gotten into the nightgown I have provided. Maybe she was too tired or scared to inspect the closet I had stocked for her.

With a sigh, I removed her shoes and tucked the blanket around her, making sure to cover her feet.

And still I could not make myself leave.

Looking down at her lovely face, I brushed her strand of hair away from her damp forehead.

What an infernal blaze beneath that shy, reserved exterior of hers. So much that I believe that she had some deep dark desires that I would be happy to fulfill once it's been revealed to me.

I so much wanted guidance with my plan. I struggled with my emotions more than I ever thought I would. I needed Marius. He would surely help in this situation. I hope he could sense my need for him and come to my aid. There was no one else I was comfortable with to open up to.

With one last brush of my fingertips against her smooth cheeks, I slowly bent and kissed her on the lips. A tender soft kiss that made her moan slightly in her sleep. Satisfied I had one kiss for the night I headed towards the door and closed it quietly behind me. Leaving her to her sweet dreams and slumber.

Damn, I was so lonely. But my coffin awaits, and sunrise was approaching.

Raina POV ...

The nightmare was vivid tonight. Terrified I was running through the forest as I was being chased by a pack of Wolves. With the moon obscured from the ever-increasing dark clouds in the dense canopy of tall trees, the barely visible trail was not quite visible from the newly fallen snow. There up ahead was a dim light my only guide in the growing darkness.

I must follow the light. It was my only chance. As I followed it, I prayed I would not stumble or fall, they surely would be upon me then. All alone in the foreboding darkness, the huge Wolves with red eyes and sharp fangs were close behind. I was defenseless. Exhaustion quickly settled in my limbs and the raising beat of my heart caused my breath to rapidly pulse through the frigid air. Soon, my legs will give out and then they will be upon me and rip me to shreds.

Desperate tears stream down my face, and I just kept running. Then I saw him, hidden in the shadows under a nearby tree was a silhouette of what looked like a tall man.

''Help me! ''I called to him.

Yet there was no response, only silence. A silence that left to destroy me least he would answer my call. Was he even real? God please let him be so. Or I would die a horrific death. I made a quick decision to change course and head right towards him. What choice did I have? If it proved to be a shadow, a specter of my imagination, I would run until I collapsed.

My hopes soared as I got closer, the man was not an imaginary figure but a real person. Hope burned through my soul.

''Help! ''I yelled again. His eyes were fixed on the rapidly gaining red eyes.