"V- Vincent, no!" I cried out from sleep and jerked up from the bed. Panicking about the nightmare I've just had about Vincent. In the nightmare, he was a monster chasing me in the woods and When he finally caught up to me, Vincent was going to mark me as his. Just when I rushed out of the bed to run towards the door a cold voice called out to me.
"Where are you going?" I heard his cold voice rebeverated in my ears as he called out to me and I turned.
I wasn't alone in the room, Vincent was also here with me. He sat on a Jacquard stool in a corner of the huge room which I didn't notice earlier.
"V.. Vince" I stuttered as I stared at him. He was in a red bathrobe, sitting comfortably and just glaring at me with his sharp piercing eyes.
I stood frozen at the door, exchanging glances with him.