Chapter Sixteen ~ Dirty Bloodsucker

Freya Rose

“Freya... Freya, wake up!” 

I shot up in bed up and ripped my eyes open. The whole room was blurry. It was now early morning and the sunlight stung my eyes. I rubbed the back of my fingers back and forth across my eyelids. After taking away my hands, I opened my eyes again. They had finally begun to focus a little, just enough for me to see a blurry figure of a man sitting in front of me. I wasn't afraid though, because I knew that it was my Tristan.

“Tristan!” I shouted with relief.

I threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I squeezed him hard, then pulled away and frantically covered his entire face in kisses. 

“Whoa, baby what have I done to deserve all this? Not that I'm complaining,” he said with a chuckle.

I threw my arms around him again and started crying. “Babe, you had another bad dream, didn't you? I