Dreaming Of Being A Vampire Novels & Stories

“If you can. And any more information about that dream you had might be useful, too.” Now, I was really puzzled. She was talking about that really odd dream I’d had not long ago, when I’d allegedly stood up and spoke in my sleep, saying something really weird about the time. I didn’t remember doing that, and I didn’t remember much of the dream, but she seemed to think it meant something. “How could other Vampires know anything about my dream?”

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

It was even harder for her to believe that Jacob was a vampire when she had never seen him drink human blood, nor had he attempted to suck her blood even though Claire had been alone with him several times. Jacob said that he eats in people's dreams. And that sounded a lot crazier. Food for the astral vampires was human blood energy and the way they eat was through human dreams. Did that make any sense? Of course not! Prayers were food for the souls. Religiously, she believed that. But the dream is impossible to be food for any creature. Dreams were made by the subconscious, especially if a person thinks hard. It's not like Jacob says that they can enter human dreams.

I waved my hand and raced as fast as I could. The scent was definitely getting stronger as I neared my home. What was she doing there? I had been dreaming about her a lot lately. And every dream ended with me sinking my teeth into her neck, making her bleed. What the hell was I? A vampire? Those sharp canines weren't mine.

I say finally, “but wake me if anything happens.” She nods, her expression softening just a fraction. “I will.” I peck her lips and then find a spot near the fire, sinking down onto the cold ground. The crackling flames cast a warm glow, but it does little to ease the chill that’s settled deep within me. I close my eyes, letting the sounds of the camp lull me into a restless sleep. But sleep doesn’t bring peace. In my dreams, I’m back on the battlefield, surrounded by the bodies of fallen warriors. The smell of blood fills my nose, thick and metallic. Shadows move at the edges of my vision, dark shapes with gleaming red eyes. The vampires are there, lurking, watching, waiting.

And yet after all these, I'm here with nothing, no I would find a way "LBut, what is I drink vampires blood, there are different theories of what could happen Some say you become external just like them, some say you get their powers temporary while others says you get infected by a virus, while uhmm some say uhmm you dream exotic dream of the vampire you drank out of let's not go there Whatever, but do I really want to find out? *A/N * hello everyone, am sorry for interrupting, but I just have to You can skip if you want though.(don't) I wanted to apologise for the short chapters lately, just been so so busy

If the thing wasn’t afraid of us, surely it would have attacked already. “We can arrange that,” Jarek answered. “There are lots of beasts in the forest we can bring to you.” The spirit barked out a sound that almost sounded like laughter. “Human blood,” Jessa said. “Shifter blood. Not the blood of mindless beasts. The vampire can hunt. The vampire wants blood from shattered dreams.” Shattered dreams? “Are you some sort of sadist, Vampire?” I barked, unable to hold back the agitation. “Animals have dreams, too, you know. They mourn loss just as much as anyone.”

"If I wasn't scared of your hypnotizing skills I would have slap that gut out of your system,you told me the dream through the phone right?" "Yeah but you didn't call back,if I hadn't escaped..." "Through compelling or killing someone..." "I grew up with an assassin what do you expect?" "More,your true potential,how do you get away with everything?well let's talk about the dream"Mary drop the knitting wool and take a cup of coffee instead "Want some?" "I'm a vampire"The two laugh "i wish I were one"Mary glare at him"I would love some"Mary hand him the cup and pour herself some "Is it serious?"

She looks as scared as I feel, so I decide to confide her. "Misty" She looks over at me. "I've always suspected that vampires are real. More and more often, I've been having these dreams. Over and over I dream of being taken by a vampire. The dreams are...intense." What I really mean is intensely erotic, but that is too much information for someone I only met today. "The dreams seem so real. I am beginning to think that there must be something more behind them. I even started wearing this cross all of the time." My hand traces down the chain of my necklace. I can feel the cross down inside the front of my dress. It's very reassuring.

She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires. But then she laughed and smacked her forehead in utter disbelief. “I’ve been watching too many vampire movies, which is why I’m having these strange dreams,” she explained as she continued to laugh nonsense. “I should limit my watching vampire movies.” Even though she had already thoroughly convinced herself that it was the result of watching too many vampire movies, a part of her told her that it wasn’t just a dream, wild imagination, or her subconscious. It’s not something she should let go of so easily.