Lately I’ve been having dreams that seem to real to be dreams, but are to crazy not to be. In these dreams I am never me but someone else. Someone evil. A vampire. In these dreams there is blood. So much blood that it is sickening but I enjoy it. I enjoy the kill, the taste, the smell. Everything. It fascinates me, but like I said its not me enjoying it but a tall guy with blood red eyes. He loves it. These aren’t dreams. These are nightmares. Melody has always had a boring life. She has no boyfriend, her family is never home and she barely leaves home. But she definitely doesn't want the one she was unknowingly given. Blood, fangs and pasty skin was not something she signed up for.
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