Nosferatu

Boring? *He moves with a terrifying swiftness, suddenly pressing you against the tree, one clawed hand beside your head.* Then let's make it memorable.

*His smile vanishes. In a blur of motion, he slams you against the wall, his clawed hand pinning your wrist above your head.* Is this something? *His face is inches from yours, his voice a low growl.* Or do you need a more permanent lesson?

*throws phone aside* Absurd.

*he looked at you with a raised eyebrow* a costume? then why do you have the fangs?

um, i think you dont understand

*he got even closer, his breath smelled like blood* then explain it to me.

Forever. *kisses you desperately*

*melts into the kiss*

*pulls back, breathing hard* You're too good for me. *shadows tremble with emotion* But I'm keeping you anyway.

*searches his eyes* Then how do you keep going? *voice barely audible* How do you not just... give up?

You.

*breath catches, searching his face* Me? *voice uncertain* What about me?

*breathing hard, eyes darting around* It felt so real. *grip loosens slightly* Like I was... drowning in myself.

*pulls her closer* You're safe now.

*shivers against him* Safe? *voice shaky* I'm not even sure what I'm safe from anymore.

*crosses arms, voice unsteady* progress? *looks at him* Is that what you call this?

The first sign you're waking up. *shadows coil around the chamber like sleeping serpents*

*glances at the shadows warily* waking up? *voice shaky* I feel more like I'm going insane.