Caring vampire

Eve woke up with a start, her heart pounding and her breath ragged. The image of the older woman's face lingered in her mind, haunting her. She sat up in bed, her body drenched in sweat, the sheets tangled around her legs.

The room was quiet and dark, the curtains still drawn, and for a moment, she felt a deep, inexplicable sorrow, as if she had lost something precious. The memory clung to her like a shadow, refusing to fade even as she blinked into the darkness of her room.

She leaned back against the headboard, trying to steady her breathing. The pounding in her head returned, but now it was accompanied by a new, unsettling thought.

Something from that dream was connected to her. To her very being, but she had no idea how or why. That dream felt disturbingly real as if it were connected to her in a way she couldn't understand.