This contains mild gore refrences (Only a bit but I'll play safe)

Kaki*~*~*~*~*~*
I had a dream that night. I was sitting on a velvet chair in my old house. I was wearing a white wedding dress, ripped and soaked in blood. In my hands was an old version of Dracula, my favourite childhood story, I ran my fingers against it. There was a strong smell of blood and I looked up. There was a man dressed in black holding a heart. I took in a breath and it was my last. Slowly my heart started to beat but before I died… I started to throw up organs and blood….
I woke up in shock. I lying in the silk sheets clothed in linen pyjamas. Slowly I ran my fingers through my hair and combed it carefully. At least we can sleep I style, I thought to myself as I opened the cupboard. I froze and felt the anger creep up my spine. Where the hell was my clothes?!?!? I stormed out and yelled at the top of my voice.
“WHO STOLE MY CLOTHES?!?!?” I jumped from the third floor down to the first and landed on my feet. Gently I flung myself onto a wall and ran up it. Nothing was happening. Reluctantly I went back to my room and checked the cupboard again. There was a single dress hanging on a hook. It was a blood red lacy dress with a spider web pattern on the skirt and nothing on the top. Below it was a pair of silk black socks and red pumps. I stared at the shoes and chucked them out of the window. Much to my dismay I would have to wear the dress. I took off my pyjamas and placed them on the bed. Then carefully I put on the dress. It felt good to wear a different pair of clothing. I picked up the skirt and carefully made my way down the stairs barefooted. I held my head high and tried to act really fancy. For once… I was having fun. When my toe touched the marble floor, cold was sent up my leg. I ignored it and kept walking. The sun shone out of the glass door and I wrapped my pale fingers around the door handle. I opened it and the sun hit me. I screamed and my eyes started to burn. Two hands grabbed me and pulled me backwards. He shut the door and glared at me.
“You’re a vampire right? Don’t you know to stay out of the sun?” I shook my head and stared at my burnt hands. The boy grabbed a roll of bandage and wrapped my hands in it. I blushed slightly and pulled away.
“I’m fine thanks. And I’m an Upir not a vampire.” The boy shrugged and walked away. His dark brown hair and green eyes enchanted me. Was I in love? I didn’t know…. As he walked up the steps I felt my heart beat faster. Gently I ran my fingers against the dress I was wearing and blushed. This was the first time I thought I loved someone. It can change a person. Could it change me though?
I walked outside for the rest of the day. Feeding on whatever mortals I could find. The hearts in this country were tasty. I ran my tongue against my blood covered teeth. The salty liquid slipped down my throat and into my stomach. The hearts are always tender and soft to eat. I like them. But I didn’t know that someone was able to steal mine.
As the moon rose up against the dark green trees and I crept back upstairs. I slipped of my dress and looked at the pile of new clothes. They were like my old ones but in better condition. I smiled and put them aside along with my dress. Slowly I changed back into my pyjamas and crept into the bed. My feelings were mixed. Some love… and some fear that I would have another nightmare. I shut my eyes and dived into a world of dreams.
That night I had another dream. I was wearing a black bikini and I was swimming in a normal pool. The water was fresh and felt good against my skin. I cupped some in my hands and I opened my eyes. When I looked again it was blood. I spat it out and walked backwards. Slowly I put my hand against the side and I felt something squidgy. It was a heart. All of a sudden my legs froze up. I grabbed the side of the pool and tried to pull myself up. My arms froze and I sank into the deep red depths. At least I know at the end of every nightmare comes a new day. Full of anything I want it to be. Perhaps…. I can fall in love