Fever dreams
Vincent POV
The heat rolling through my veins was orgasmic; instincts had taken over, the joy of the kill pulsating. I dreamt of her, she was on a street somewhere, panicked, scared. I tried to stop her, help her. But it was like she couldn't see me. I chased her, the sunlight hurting my eyes, knowing this couldn't be real, I still felt the need to follow.
She crossed the road, falling off the curb, collapsing. People were all around her, but I pushed through, reach my hand out for hers. Looking up at me, she whispered, "Drew." My blood boiled, but grief on her face was too much. The melody haunting me, "I will always be with you…" I sang out loud, hoping this nightmare would be over soon.
Her hand grasped onto mine, as she stood up, looking into my eyes. My heart ached, "My goddess." I sobbed, unable to control myself. She pressed her lips to mine, the warmth shooting through me. After a moment, she was gone again.