Lets tell Allee about a dream!

It all started when I tromped my way into our home in from a ridiculousl y cliche rainy night. After collecting a change of rather debonaire clothing, I went to the restroom to change... Weeeeell, about the time I get a pair of obscenely comfy pants around my waist, I look up and notice "Holy crap! I have fangs! I'm a freakin' vampire!" There are thousands of intricate details to the scene rushing through my head at this point, but of all the changes to my average sleepy story time esca pades, the one that sticks out the most is the absence of you, or any of my frie nds for that matter. the noticeable absence of my love was appalling to me, So much so that t he entire affair suddenly seemed to be more a nightmare than a dream. I was sudd enly so concerned with finding you, it wasn't until a furious escapade ending wi th a broken mirror that I noticed strange quirk number two- those fangs I had me ntioned were dripping a sanguine red. At this point, I couldn't tell if it were from my own mouth, or maybe I had cut my hand and the blood reflected strange in the broken glass in some unli kely fashion. I tried my hardest to completely omit the potential that I had act ually... hurt someone. When it comes to the mind, however, trying and succeeding are hardly wor ds that agree with one another. Worry racked up in my brain, accompanied with it s good friend guilt to the point of a near breakdown. I scoured the inside of my mouth with a finger looking for some, any measure that could have led to my own blood escaping. To no avail. Seconds later, I was out a window and crashing towards the ground two st ories below, figuring with the affliction I had somehow acquired, the average pe rks would apply. Lucky for me, that much held true as I came to my feet. Dashing off in the same direction that had brought me into home, now with scant but a l oose pair of pants, I went to inspect whatever damage I had caused, frantic and fraught with all sorts of grief. Low and behold, I finally found, after nearly a half hour, the reason You hadn't appeared yet. A pair of fresh punctures in you r neck were preventing you from going much of anywhere. About this time, I woke up for a few seconds, frightened so bad that fatigue los t its grasp on me. I was so horrified, it launched me off of my couch-bed and on to the doghair covered floor. Aaaaand I was rather sweaty from the emotional outburst, so that turned sticky and icky. That became shower time. But it wasn't over yet. After getting myself clean and my head straight, I laid back down. Well, as I laid myself back down to sleep, thinking the turmoil was over , the dream resumed right where it had stopped, with me standing directly over y ou, a heavy rain pouring over the both of us, I took a look away from you finall y, and was greeted with some new news. All about the field we inhabited, dead va mpires littered the streets. It was... a rather grisly scene, to say the least. A cadre of young men and women wandered around the desolace, planting stakes, re movig heads, wrapping garlic in garlands around necks... everything that's ever been said to keep a toothy down, these kids were doing. About that time, one of them that I instantly recognized as Victor came up beside me and threw an arm up on my shoulder, consoling me, even though I was bat-mouthed too. "He told me, with a sort of consoling tone that I "fought damn ed hard too keep 'em off of you" and that "everyone was thankful for the sacrifi ce we had made." This made it time to do some investigating, but not before I co llected you. Cradling my dead love in my arms, I talked to the rest of my friends abo ut the incident. And I mean ALL of the rest of my friends. The kids I met in Cal

ifornia with you, Kyle and co., the fangirl army, the rave scene... I don't thin k a single familiar face was absent. It was pretty quick I gathered a good summa tion of what had gone on. In this particular dream world, Vampires were a prevalent and common for ce, living in harmony, for the most part, with humans as opposed to treating the m like an entree. There were quite a few, however, that fell to temptation and t asted human blood. After that, there isn't whole lot of going back, and "The Tai nted" would rip through towns constantly for a quick fix to their craving. So, there's a plus. You weren't going to be trying to murder our friends when those new little punctures healed up. You'd end up the same as me, living amongst our cadre as the sword and shield. And yes, you did. With a silver dagge r, as a matter of fact. After assisting in cleanup, I spent the next few nights (and days for th at matter, though those were rather uncomfortable) keeping you from any forseeab le harm. And then, four nights later, your eyes started fluttering a bit. As you finally began rising from a slumber that seemed endless to me, de spair melted away and serenity sank in. where mere moments ago nothing but a dis traught mess laid, with arms wrapped around a corpse, now two smiling lovers gle efully met eyes. ? From there, things became all about introducing you to your new lot in l ife, which came rather easily. A small, well kept ranch was our average source o f.... sustenance, even thought we did quite a bit of hunting to diversify the pa lette. Where daylight didn't necessarily kill us, as mythology held, it certainl y wasn't pleasant on our skin and eyes, so we avoided it as best we could. Aging still happened, albiet at a slightly slower rate than the average person. In ge neral, vampire mithos held true to our lot in life. It was strange to know nothing of what was going on in this world, and s uddenly be imparted all this knowledge to bring to you from seemingly nowhere. I t made me dizzy, I remember. Of all the things vampires are known for, one was rather pronounced when we found ourselves together, however. The lust we had for one another was almos t tangible, almost visible between us when our eyes locked. Friends in the gener al vicinity would feel their hair stand on end when we caught one another's scen t, and could feel the tension as we strained not to throw one another down and f ind serenity in the explicit. >/////////////////////////////> Aaaaaand then we gave up, and had lots a nd lots of happy excited nom nom screamy loud shakey moany fun tiem. .////////// ///////////////////////////////. As the sexual tension finally hit its peak one night, during an intense pillow fight with some of our friends, (the irony of a vampire pillow fight isn' t lost on me, don't worry,) our small manse went quiet. The building was empty, aside from you, myself, and a beautiful Victorian decor, and lust took us into i ts fold with an almost violent fervor. Innocent pillow fight gone dirty.... XD <333333 One minute, we're letting our guests out, and the next I was all but bat tering the same door down with your body as I moved to pin you to it. As my hand s worked towards your wrists, my lips made an art of finding yours and working t o mesh the two sets together. By this point, our fangs didn't get in one another 's way as the kiss turned from violent lust into passionate love. We had practic ed too much for that. Relenting just enough to give your arms free range, I let the fever pitc h in my eyes dull, attempting to regain some amount of composure. Composure does n't work on only one side of the fence, though. As soon as your wrists regained the right-of-way, I found myself pinned to the ground, a beaming Alexandra usurp ing dominance of the scene with little effort. It became quickly obvious that this wasn't a time for the composure and poise I so often attempted to uphold, so just as quickly as it had been reacquir ed, it was relinquished, and the look of astonishment I had been so quickly forc

ed to wear gave way to the same wry smile you yourself had adopted. Before I had known I was doing it, my fingertips had crawled to the lace at the top of the p astel pink corset adorning your chest, and begug lithely tugging away at the lac e. You don't have to if it's embarrassing! D: Well, its a bit late to just up and stop, now isn't it? I think the most embarrassing part is that its embarrassing me in the first place. Oo Nothing el se I do does, so why should this? Climb over and dominate it time! >:D Which, coincidentally, is pretty much what I did to you once that pesky corset I mentioned was gone. After pulling the taught lace of the skin-tight top loose, a quick pull at the bottom relieved the piece of its method of staying in place. As it droppe d away from your stomach and chest, I discarded it quickly to the side, my eyes still firmly affixed to your own, and the overbearingly nubile smile decorating your face. It was incredible to see that yours refused to waver as well, and the n I finally noticedI was wearing that self same smile on my own face. Without so much as a second between noticing the grin and acting, I pull ed my Alexandra to my chest and rolled her to the floor, turning the tables and rising to my feet in one fell swoop. As I carried myself upwards, my hand slid u p your arm until our hands met, and pulled a now bare chested you to your feet, just long enough to bring you cradled into my arms, to be carried back up the st airs to the bed that so eagerly awaited our use. While making my way up the stairs with my too-pretty bride-to-be in my a rms, you took it upon yourself to give my shirt the same treatment I had shown y our own, unbuttoning it down the front with no effort. By the time I finally lai d you gently to the mattress, you were pulling the dark silk off of my shoulders and away from us, tossing it aside with no regard as to where it might land. The few other obstacles between our bodies were dealt with in the dame d eft manner, the long skirt adorning your legs all but ripped from your waist as I pulled it down the expanse of luscious flesh it had served to cover, and the z ip to the pants that had thusfar kept me decent completely split by the anxious pull at their sides. With all but our most sensitive areas uncovered now, we exa mined one another fervently, almost as though we were detectives looking for wha tever weapon was going to most likely murder our senses. After the short time spent examining one another, our bodies began doing what bodies do when they're excited. Touching things. With a hand firmly affixe d to your waist, its counterpart began carousing the curves and planes of the tr easure it had somehow managed to claim. Your own hands musing across my chest an d back drove the controlling lust further into my system, bringing a series of r ampant chills across my skin that branched away up and down, like the fingers of a lightning strike on a dry, warm night. As the cold pulses broke up and down my exterior, I could feel you jitte r as my explorative hand found purchase around your chest, and I knew I was caus ing the same frosted jolts across your torso as well. Teasing gently at the brea st I had cupped, my lips proceeded to join in the fun, coming down to the opposi te side of your chest with a light kiss, and a flick of the tongue, grazing over the very top of the nipple, so much so that the areola went untouched. The action was met from you with a deep intake of breath, and a quick ti ghtening of your arms and hands right where they were. Watching your body tense told me I was on the right path. Bringing myself downwards, to the center of you r torso brought the same results, your hands now tangling into my hair as oppose d to grappling around my own body. Continuing down to the small nape of skin jus t below your navel intensified the intake of breath further still, and brought y our grip tightly to my forearms, holding my own hands in place at your waist. If I were to go any further, the last piece holding us from one another would have to find itself removed from the equation, but the tight grip of my lo ve's shudders kept me from discarding the lace garments as I would have liked. W ithout abandoning the thought process, the sane path of kisses was traced backwa rds up to your lips, distracting you long enough with passion to plant your hand

s back in my hair, and giving my hands more than enough time to place your legs back together, and begin sliding the scant lingerie away from your waist with th eir fingertips. Before the slowly crawling garment made it so much as halfway down your thighs, my lips were on their way back to the original destination they had in m ind. Not taking the time to retrace the kisses, but brushing over the smooth, op aque planes of skin that so attracted them, my mouth made contact finally with y our waistline, right where they had left off. With a fevered, expectant look in your eye, your hands moved back into m y hair, and maybe without even knowing it, pressed for me to keep moving further down, which I complied with happily. Turning off from what we were both seeking , I first sampled the taste of your inner thigh, biting down just enough to brin g that same heavy intake of breath back to your lungs. It was a siren song to he ar the pleasure in your breath, your sighs, the short words you managed in betwe en them. To see your body sway and jitter as I teased at its more sensitive areas was to watch an earthquake bring down everything around it, crashing into a sea of cold, biting sweat that had begun slowly working itself from the both of us. As another biting tease found its way into the opposite thigh, a hard tug on my hair told me I had done enough damage for now, and that I needed to do what I h ad brought myself down the low to do. With one final look up at your eyes, which had long since glazed over w ith euphoria and expectancy, I brought my tongue across the outside of your most delicate flesh with a long sweep from top to bottom, letting the flavor, the fe el, the entire experience flood over what little consciousness remained in me li ke a deluge breaking a dam. Sweeping again and again from the bottom up, my Sire n Alexandra began to sing louder. And about that time, I woke up. What sort of torture was my mind trying to put me through? To plant such lucid images in my head when we were so far fro m one another... It was painfully unfair. So, as I sit here now, reading my thou ghts back, the entire scenario continues to pan out in front of me.