Blood over Boys
an excerpt

Every human being has the ability to dream and in those dreams we create havens for ourselves. Safe – exultant – havens. Even though when we wake we remember nothing or close to nothing about our created fantasies, they still exist in the most remote part of our minds. These havens are places where our minds are at peace and we reign supreme over all individuals. Places where everything we want is within our reach and everything is in our control.

Unless, of course, we are having a nightmare instead.

But the man pressing me against the wall was not a nightmare and yet he was certainly not my dream. In my dream – my haven – this is not the man I see night after night. I suppose not everything has to be like in my haven, after all he is the type of one I was looking for. That should be enough. Looking into his dark eyes I should push him away, but I’m not. Instead I am leaning closer to the hand that caresses my cheek and though I knew he was impossible of creating heat, his every lingering touch leaves my skin scorching,

"Do you want to be mine,” he said, his voice hauntingly hoarse, “for all eternity?" The sound of his voice – of his breath – against my ear was enough to send shivers through me.

It seems so surreal. After having spent years looking for the one, it seems like a dream having him in front of me. Touching me and speaking to me in that strident tone – definitely the things dreams are made of. The words of promise being spoken are just like in every one of my dreams. He wants me just like he’s supposed to – everything is the way it is supposed to be.

All except for one thing: I don't want him.

Feeling his teeth scrape across my skin, it all came crushing down on me that this was no fleeting fantasy. This was the reality I had longed for; the choice I longed for was standing in front of me. All I have to do is say the one word and it would come true – my ultimate dream would become my reality. But instead of telling him my answer, I am standing here with my breath caught in my throat, and thinking about how I came to be in this situation to begin with.

Out of all the things I could dream of, why did I insist of dreaming about a vampire falling in love with me?