Ventitré

Alistair went back home after he took a ride in the park with Fife. He hadn't even enjoyed the ride because of the smell of garlic, which was everywhere. At this point, he was beyond frustrated with everything. He was starving, he needed to feed, but with all the new laws and restrictions he was finding it very hard to do so. And Theodore wasn't even talking to him as well. It was as if the whole world was against him.

He crawled into bed and decided to sleep, maybe if he slept, he would feel a little better when he woke up.

As he slept, he dreamed, and in his dream he saw himself and Theodore tangled in sheets on the bed. They were both kissing each other passionately while their hands caressed their bodies. Alistair's mouth opened, and his fangs slowly elongated, he dug his fangs into Theodore's neck and sucked his blood until Theodore became limp and life left his body.

Alistair jerked awake, sweat coated his skin. What kind of dream was that? He thought to himself. He laid back on