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Post by psyc on Jun 16, 2009 18:03:41 GMT -7
Seth dreams lapsed from scene to scene almost lazily as he lay in the corner of some stable away from the horses, practically under the straw. It made his skin itch, which irritated him right through to his dreams. He rolled over onto his back as his breath quicken in his sleep. He was in a ballroom, not unlike the one his parents used to own, and everyone was dancing as he stood at the edge of the room, eventually, tired of being ignored he moved to leave, and just as his hand met the door handle the music stopped and everyone turned to him. It was only then he noticed the blood covering each member from head to toe. Slowly they advanced towards him, but he couldn't open the door, he tried to scream as they clawed him, but fangs where already ripping through his throat.
Seth woke with a start, and maybe a yelp, he couldn't remember, and he hoped no one heard. It was getting dark outside, just enough now that he could sneak away as he stood and moved towards the door, pulling it open and feeling the slight tingle of the last few rays of sunlight against his skin, not a totally unpleasant feeling as he pulled on his jacked with a soft sigh and began moving through the masses of people who scurried quickly home. The smell of their blood almost driving him insane as he felt his throat run dry.
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