My Bride

When Esmeray entered the chamber she was bought out of her thoughts by a low moan. The lights of the chamber were dim as usual, making it hard for her to see clearly.

Reaching into her mystical pouch she took out her glasses and wore them. As her eyes fell on the bed, the scene playing in front of Esmeray took her breath away as her lungs threatened to collapse.

'What in the bloody hell was going on?' As the thought crossed her mind another throaty moan full of despair echoed in the silent room~

Vladimir was twisting on the bed sweating, panting for breath, clawing at his throat, leaving angry red lines behind. It was a miracle that he hadn't been able to break the skin. What the hell was he trying to do? Kill himself in his sleep?

A wave of fear shot through her.

Was the Vampire having a bad dream?

Walking towards him she sat on her side of the bed. "Vlad?" She whispered while scooting at the edge of the bed when Vladimir thrashed a little violently.

Esmeray was worried for hi