Erick

I whimper when the three charged at him with a speed that isn't possible even in this magical place.

he dispose of the three like they are nothing more than trash to him. His mouth open in a sneer.

He walk towards me with bloodied hands.

when he sees me looking, he wipe his hands clean on his clothes and resume his earlier mission, and that's walking towards me.

As he continues walking towards me, his face started becoming a bit clearer.

he sniffs as he stands in front of me before he bent my head as if in embrace.

"mine!!" he growls before I feel the bite from him.

I don't feel any pain, and the feeling of love and acceptance. It makes me feel whole.

*

The stupid alarm woke me up from my wonderful dream.

It's odd if am to voice my opinions.

Have my mind been infected with werewolf sickness?

Everytime I sleep, I always dream about the mysterious wolf I love drawing, and what with the vampires?

Maybe my Kyle is right, am mad upstairs.