Fallen Blood (26 page)
“Oh
now
you're going to attack as a group?” Brian shouted at the closing wolves.
Figures
he thought.
Even in her dreams I'm losing her now.
The pack attacked as one, each of the wolves attacking a different part of Brian’s body. Pain ripped through his mind as their teeth sunk into his flesh. He couldn’t help but wonder if this is how it would feel in real life. A stupid thought, he knew. After all, he was quite possibly in some real danger. He had never died in a dream before, and he didn’t intend to let this be the first time. Yet, there had always been persistent rumors that said if you died in your dreams that you would die in real life as well. He wasn't about to find out.
Moving with blinding speed, only available to those in their dreams, Brian flung the offending wolves from his bleeding form. Without waiting for them to recover, he dashed to the forest where he had seen her dress disappear into. He could hear the wolves regrouping behind him as he disappeared into the wooded cover. Panic rose up in his chest as he searched the ground for Heathers track's and found none. A sound in the nearby bushes caught his attention, sending him to them in a desperate attempt to find any clue to where she had gone. The world around him began to flash and disappear, a clear sign that Heather was starting to wake up. The night's adventure was coming to an end, and still Brian hadn't gotten the chance to spend any real time with her.
A sense of depression started to overcome him. The sound of the pack was closing fast.
Why did she have to reject me? Didn't she understand that I did it all for her?
Was it so hard to love a vampire?
The pain that he was feeling began to turn to rage, and he turned in anticipation of the oncoming wolves. He needed them to come so that he could do something with the pain and anger he felt After all, it was partly their fault that he had lost her tonight. They deserved to feel some of his pain.
The brush parted in front of him as he tensed ready to engage his pursuers. A large humanoid wolf walked through the parting brush. its height towering above him as its glowing red orbs that made up its eye's pulsed as they looked down its large snout, examining him. A hunger seemed to wash over Brian from the gray black werewolf that stood before him.
Then it was gone, as well as the rest of the world that made up Heather's dream.
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