I glanced around the hospital room to see my mother sleeping in the chair beside me. No one else was in the room besides me and her. I glance over at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 6:22ppm. Had my mom left her job to stay with me? I was still in school and it was the beginning of the day last time I was awake. We had heard the news of James death. James is dead. I shivered and sat up as I remembered the events of the day. The door to my hospital room opened and Mr. Casanova walked in looking at me with a grin on his face.

I shrank back into the bed, "He told me about you."

He simply smiled, "I know. I just got off the phone with him before coming in here."

So he had a phone number? I mean duh he has a phone but he seemed too special to have an actual number. He stared at me for a moment and his eyes pierced through mine. He seemed to be silently sizing me up. I raised my eyebrow up to question his observance.

"He wants me to bring you to Romania," he said after a moment.

I looked over at my mother. "Don't worry I gave her a sedative. She will be out for the night," he explained. He took his pale hand out of his doctor's coat and I saw a syringe needle filled with a bluish clear liquid. I sat up on the bed and could feel my body start to sweat and shake. I always shook when I got scared. It was so bad that you'd think I was having a mini seizure.

I licked my lips nervously as he inched closer, "I don't wanna go to Romania. Why can't he just wait till I sleep or something?"

He paused, "He is worried of the attention that you get from other men. He doesn't want to have to kill anyone else so he decided that bringing you with him is for the best," he spoke slowly as if he were afraid that I wouldn't understand.

"Wait !" I said putting my hands up as if to stop him from coming closer, "People would notice that I'm gone."

He laughed and came up to the bed in blindingly fast speed, "That's not my problem. I don't really care for humans. Such a weak and confusing race you are. I mean you yourself had to succumb to dreams that weren't under your control."

I grabbed his arm and let tears slip from my swollen eyelids, "But I'm begging you not to do this."

He gripped my wrist and ignored my pleas. The syringe sunk into my vein and I immediately felt the drug taking over my body.

"You'll be happy soon," he whispered gently as he closed my eyes and I let darkness take over.

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"What the hell did you give her Cas?"

"Nothing that she couldn't take. She was just worn out that's all, she should be conscious any minute."

"Are you sure? Because I can't even enter her dreams and I think its the drugs doing."

My eyes were closed but I knew that I was on a very comfortable couch. My head was spinning and I knew that the voices were familiar but I couldn't make out who was speaking. Then I heard a soft woman's voice.

"She will wake up, don't worry Nixon," the woman reassured. At the sound of her voice I let my eyes slide open.

My surroundings seemed fuzzy at first and nothing was recognizable at all. I rubbed my eyes and moved to sit up. I was definitely awake. When my eyes reopened I found myself in a huge kind of living room that was designed down to the last detail in etiquette furniture. It was cross between modern and somewhere around the 1800's. It was beautiful and homey. It would have been even better if 3 people weren't staring at me if I was the strangest thing in the world.

I recognized him instantly. The same cautious smile from when we first met. The same bright curly hair tied back in a pony tail. And those shining green eyes. The sight was much more perfect in real life. I even pinched myself to see if I would wake up. Once nothing happened, I knew I wasn't in Vegas anymore. I continued to stare at him as if nothing else was even there.

He looked at Casanova and the strange women and nodded. She was beautiful with silky black hair and eyes like fire. They were red of all colors. It should have been scary but it was strangely alluring. She wore a knee length white dress like the one I wore in my dream, Casanova was wearing a white tee shirt with jeans and his hair was slicked back Spanish style. Swiftly the walked around the corner of the living room and they were gone.

I couldn't stop looking at his eyes. So green.

He came closer and sat beside me on the couch but I noticed that he kept his distance. Usually in my dreams he always came and embraced me. I tried to move closer to him but he was up and off the couch in a flash. He stood behind the couch and his eyes glowed a bright green. His fangs also protruded from his mouth. It was a hauntingly beautiful sight. It actually hurt my feelings that he moved away.

"If its that hard to be around me, then why am I here," I whispered breaking my gaze and looking down at my fingers.

He slowly came back around the couch and sat down. He seemed to have calmed down since his eyes were no longer glowing and his fangs were gone. His eyes held mine and he took a deep breathe.

"I just need to be use to it.. it will get better love," he said inching closer to me on the couch. I should have been scared because even though he wouldn't want to hurt me he could by accident.

I folded my arms across my chest, "You know I can't stay here."

His eyebrows seemed to furrow, "Why not? This house is suitable and I'm here, they're are plenty of people in Romania to keep you company."

I shook my head, "But what about school? And Alissa or Chloe or even my mom? I can't leave all of that behind."

"Well I can't relocate there. Its too crowded and I have too much staff, the population would decrease tremendously in a week. Do you want that?" he asked his eyes piercing mine. He had a staff full of vampires and they would eventually need to feed on people. I couldn't bring that to Vegas.

"No, I don't want that but what is my life suppose to be with you?" I asked looking at him as if he were crazy. He was a vampire and had been for God knows how long. I was a human.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Well we would get married of course, then I would turn you-

"WHAT!" I yelled backing away from him on the couch.

He laughed at my reaction, "Well I wouldn't turn you if you didn't agree to marry me because that would make forever a little awkward."

His laugh was much more beautiful out of the dream. I didn't even know that could be possible. On Monday I was just worrying about how I was going to dance alone at the Fall Festival and now I'm in Romania with my vampire dream boyfriend.

I smiled at him, "You haven't even asked me to marry you yet."

"I assume the answer will be yes."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Don't assume anything." He laughed at me again and I began to play with my braid. Outside the dream he wore a similar suit pants but his dress shirt was blue and tucked in. I bet he would look sexy in anything he wore. I was still wearing my dark blue jeans and white polo shirt.

He disturbed my thoughts by stroking my cheek, "So beautiful," he whispered. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. As usual he felt comforting and I was complete in his arms. He kissed my forehead and grabbed my arms to pull me up from the couch with him.

"I need to show you to our room," he said pulling me through the living room. Around the corner was a staircase that let to the second floor. I could tell that more rooms were around each corner. It was like a maze that someone could easily get lost in. On the third floor he opened double doors that led to a cozy sitting area, a huge king size bed was in the corner. The room was a soft burgundy color and was furnished to the last detail.

There were a set of doors that led to a balcony and Nixon led my hand towards the doors. When he turned the knob and opened the doors I gasped at the sight. A huge field filled with the most precious looking flowers loomed in the distance. They're were trees everywhere and the field stretched on down a valley. The air was crisp and it felt surreal.

"Do you like it?" he asked hesitating beside me.

I turned to him and kissed him on the cheek hesitantly, "Its the field you took me to in our dreams."

He nodded and placed his hands onto the balcony railing, "This field has always given me a sense of peace. It's my favorite part of this place. That's why I took you there. I wanted you to love it as I did."

I gave him a bright smile and he blinked back dazed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He was hesitant at first trying to gauge his control. I knew I was overestimating his control but I just wanted to feel him in real life.

I whispered, "Its okay. You won't hurt me."

He kissed me back and then we exploded like fireworks. Our tongues were dancing together and we somehow ended up on the bed. His hands were roaming my body hungrily and I knew that his control was slipping but I didn't stop him. My hands began to feel at his chest and he gave me a low growl. The way he growled was so alluring.

In all my life I had never been kissed by anyone else or even touched like this by anyone else. I could feel myself yearning towards him. I should be ashamed. He's a killer. He killed James. But instead I just pushed it to the back of my thoughts like it didn't matter. Nixon's lips began to trail down my jaw leaving kisses in their wake. I didn't even remember landing on the edge of the bed. He kissed and nibbled at my neck roughly and it felt heavenly. I moaned against his ear and urged him on my stroking his hair.

He looked up into my eyes and I noticed that his green eyes were glowing. Fangs had already protruded from his mouth. He was already eyeing my neck and I panicked.

"My love?" I called hoping that he would just snap out of it.

His eyebrows furrowed and he raised his head before sinking his fangs into my neck. All I could do at this point was scream at the top of my lungs.