Lorraine sprang up from her bed, terrified. Her airways constricted and she could only open her mouth and let out a "hheee…. Hheee… hheeee" as if she has been drowning for a while.Her eyes fluttered open and bulged out as if to run out of their sockets like Tom's eyes in Tom and Jerry's. She sat up in bed, gasping for air. She was drenched in sweat. "It was a dream," she panicked.But the memory of it was still vivid in her mind. She shook her head, trying to dispel the image from her mind as she looked around the room, then got out of bed and walked over to the window, drawing back the curtains.She took a deep breath, trying to calm the beating of her heart.Lorraine was still sweating profusely. Her heart kept on pondering hard and fast like it was going to leap out of her body and fly straight to the moon. She could not believe what she just dreamed of. A nightmare!It was a dream. No! It was just a dream. Just a dream. She was panting. The crescendo rhythm of her heartbeat wa

When Ma noticed how suddenly the environment changed, starting from James then to Lorraine, she became aware of the heights at which she had taken her humor. "Gosh Jammy, I'm sorry, don't mind this old lady. I didn't mean to say anything that would make you look like you had fallen into a pit of manure. You know, Jammy, I think it's high time you forget about the past and move on. Ain't nothing gonna bring anyone from the other side across the veil. We all loved Sasha…""Ma, if you don't stop I'll leave." James interrupted his grandmother. He frowned, his fingers interlocked while he tapped his right leg on the floor and it created a tap tap tap sound like rain on the roof."That's quite the opposite of what I expected you to say. I thought you were going to hit me if I kept talking."Lorraine who was caught in-between the heated conversation and glares between James and his grandmother became dumbfounded, ignorant of what she could do to relieve the situation. She was the reason Jam

James' POVI couldn't take her out of my mind last night. She filled my thoughts. And when I finally tried to close my eyes and sleep, I kept dreaming of her, in my arms, cuddling and telling me stories.I eagerly waited for daybreak like an anxious child. Why do I love her so much? It's killing me.I was not the one who knew much about love. I dreaded rejection. The 'ifs' that keeps popping up in my head whenever I think of telling her how I feel; what if she doesn't feel the same? What if she begins to think I'm insensitive?I walked towards her room and found the door open so I walked inside.Behold, Lorraine was there, like a wet rat facing death. She was trembling in fear, not even aware of my presence.I moved closer to her, called out her name and there was no response. Was she having a seizure? If it was a seizure I was sure she'd be on her back. I've experienced that before.But she was just there like a statue in the rain.When I was able to get her back to reality she hugge

Abigail stormed through the doors of the vampire club, her heart pounding in her chest. This was the second time she was coming here but unlike the first she was here now to see Samuel. The mayor's aide had told her she was going to see him here.And if she didn't find him here, then she would go to his house, his room, his… whatever it was she had woken up to find herself the other day. And if he isn't there then she would go wait for him at the inn he had taken her to the other day. It was all scripted and outlined in her mind.Even if he was avoiding her, she was definitely going to find him tonight, no matter where on earth he was.The club was dark as usual, the only light came from flickering bulbs at the DJ's tables.The air was thick with the scent of blood and drugs. People were scattered around, most of them sitting in booths, sipping from glasses filled with blood.Abigail scanned the room, looking for Samuel. She finally spotted him in the high table section upstairs, sur

Ellie had arrived shortly after James and Lorraine had arrived at Ma's place. They sat with his grandmother and reminisced on the past.Ma told stories of how James was currently the opposite of what he was when he was young. How he would run around her backyard chasing after butterflies in pants.They all laughed. James was not that embarrassed with his childhood stories instead he was grateful his grandmother was keeping him and Lorraine occupied before Ellie would arrive."You know, James would not agree to sleep until he's had me read him a story. He was a lovely and sweet child then. He never liked being lively like David does, oh! My sweet David, you didn't bring me my boy, Jammy. I miss him." Ma had no intention of stopping. She continued her story to the extent of disclosing how James had gotten the scar on his chest."That day, he was a stubborn brat. I told him. I told him not to climb that oak tree. When he saw that I was no where close, he climbed it and the next thing I