Chapter 4

The mist was choking her to the point she couldn't breathe, there was just so much of it. God why couldn't she see? She twisted and turned as her breathing hitched, "I gotta get outta this mist I GOTTA!"

She started to run as her heart started to pound out of her chest. WHAT is it I need to find? Why can't I find it? Where’s the music?? There’s NOTHING but this stupid mist!

Richie could hear the echo of her breathing he could sense her near, he just couldn’t see her, he could hear her heart beating, drumming loudly in his ears. Swirling mist trapped his every move as he tried to move and once again the mist started to choke him, unable to breathe or focus. "What the hell is going on?"

That voice! The one from this morning was in the mist with her. She stopped and closed her eyes, her sobs teasing the mist around her. "Find me, God find me."

Richie could hear her "Where are you?" he asked as he tried to look around and follow where the sobs were coming from.


She took a deep breath and tried to not sob, "Well if I knew THAT I could find my own way. God help me this .. it's choking me!"

"Are we dead?" Richie asked suddenly looking around in panic.

She took a step forward, her body trembling at the fear in that dark voice. "NO, no, it’s a dream, I know dreams. It's just a dream, even a waking one." She kept muttering loudly, "Just like that stupid mirror was a waking dream, but why now?" She twisted around as the mist seemed to grow fingers. "Jesus I hate this mist!"

He took a step backwards and walked straight into her almost giving himself a fright. "Shit, are you ok?" he asked as the mist now swirled around them both giving them both breathing space in the middle as he clearly recognized her from his dreams and from the mirror.

She tilted her head and looked up into a youthful face, a face painted with confusion, holding dark brown eyes that shone with so many swirling emotions. "I... don't understand what's happening. I've never had someone in my dreams."

"I have never had anything like this full stop darlin," as he took in her ethereal beauty once again, his eyes falling to her neck where he swear to god could hear her pulse. He watched in amazement as the vein pulsed with her heart beat causing the slightest ripple along her neck. Shit, he'd never noticed that before. He inched closer and as he did the familiar ache hit his canines full force. His eyes couldn’t stay away from her neck.

She watched as his eyes darkened to near black as he crowded in on her, his entire body seeming to vibrate as his eyes stayed intent on her neck. "You, you're, not real, you just represent something I have to do, that's right, you're not real, you can't be." Her pulse began to trip as he drew even closer,, his hands reaching for her even as she tried to step back. "I'm an empath dammit, not psychic, what...."

He grabbed her shoulders and dipped his head down her neck, lathing his tongue gently along her jugular as the roaring urge flaming through his body like wild fire. Before he knew it he felt his teeth lengthening. Closing his eyes he groaned as he bit down into her vein, the warm liquid filling his mouth like a water to a parched man in a desert. He felt her life flowing through him as a soft moan escaped from his lips.

She jerked as she felt the fire race through her. It should hurt, this intrusion of sharp teeth into her skin, it should hurt, but it didn't. God help her it felt like, like, sex on a warm summer night under the stars. Her body pressed to his as her arms wound around his neck, her head falling back as a whimpering moan escaped her. "Shilmulo*. Dear God in heaven why me?"

He pulled away from her neck before gazing into eyes as he licked his lips "Shilmulo?"

She whimpered as his head dipped down again and the fire of his tongue lapped at her neck. "Your Gaje, of course you don't understand." She gasped as his lips slowly moved closer to hers. "Shilmulo means vampire in my language."

Richie's eyes widened "Vampire? I'm no vampire darlin, just a rock star."

She rolled her head slowly to the side as her voice whispered out to him. "Then explain this," Her hand moved up as her fingers traced over the small pin pricks he had just made, still oozing with a tiny amount of blood.

His eyes followed her fingers as she traced her jugular, his heart beginning to again pound with indescribable need. He groaned softly as her finger danced over the pin pricks in her neck, and the blood, that beautiful red elixir drew him to her neck once again as he began to lap up the remaining drops. His hands slid further down her body and cupped her ass, his lips latching firmly onto the wound once more as he bit down harder unable to resist the siren call of her blood.

A soft cry escaped her as his hands held tightly to her, his lips and teeth sending fire and pleasure through her entire being.

"DAMMIT man wake up!!" Jon watched as Richie moaned and damn near dry humped the air in his sleep. "FUCK RICH wake up, we gotta get to the Arena!"

Richie blinked awake "Huh huh?" he asked as he looked around startled at Jon who was standing over him blue eyes blazing. He blinked, what the fuck was that? He was sucking someones blood like a vampire? Yet it didn’t feel like a horror movie.

Jon shook his head, "Man that had to be one hot horny dream you were having." He laughed as Richie sat up and rubbed his hands over his face. "Get a move on, we gotta go.”

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Gia's eyes jerked open as she bolted upwards in bed, her hand immediately going to her neck. Shuddering she felt the evidence that her dream had become reality. "Shit, shit shit."

Standing she moved to the kitchen her eyes unseeing as she slumped into a chair. "Mic, we have a problem."