Addicted

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I was lost in the blackness, trying to find my way out. There were screams all around me, ripping at my ear drums, and the copper stench of blood flooding my nostrils. I did the only thing that I knew to do. I ran.

I ran into the blackness, screaming for somebody, anybody to help me find my way out, to find my way home.

"Chlooee," I heard my name, in a whispered growl that somehow sounded familiar.

 It scared me, down to my bones but at the same time, I knew who it was and I had to go to him. I couldn't stop myself. I turned towards the voice and saw Colby.

 Only it wasn't the Colby that I knew that I was falling in love with. This was someone else. Someone terrifying that sent chills down my spine.

Those blue eyes were mostly black, the white bloodshot, but still mesmerizing me, holding me in a trance just the same. The monster looked like Colby. The gorgeous, curly blue and almost black hair, the piercings, the tattoos, the angelic face...only his lips were curled up into an open mouthed grin that wasn't quite right.

It was sadistic, almost predatory, and there were fangs glinting at the top corners of his lips.

 "What are you?" I whispered to him, as I walked closer, and reached for his outstretched hand.

 I was terrified but I couldn't resist him. I never could.

"Your wildest dreams," he replied as he drew me close to him, my body going flush with his. "And your worst nightmare," He growled, as he drew his head back, opening his mouth wider, before striking at my neck like a snake.

 I jerked and my eyes snapped open to a growling sound next to me. My heart was racing and my skin was clammy. It was too hot in here.

Where am I? Oh yeah, I'm in Colby's bed.

I gasped when I realized that someone was standing over me.

 "Colby?" I asked, my voice raspy with sleep.

He looked down at me, his expression one that I couldn't make out in the dark.

 "Go back to sleep. Sorry I woke you." His voice was quiet, compassionate almost.

 I shook my head a little and scooted over in his bed, throwing the covers off of me. His eyes trailed down my legs then back again. I felt my face flush. I had forgotten that I was only sleeping in his shirt.

He turned back to the couch and took a few steps towards it. I didn't want him to leave me, even if it was only a few feet away. I needed to know that the Colby in my nightmares wasn't real.

"Do you mind lying with me for a while? I...I had a bad dream."I felt embarrassed to ask, afraid that he would tease me.

Hell, I would tease me for being a cry baby.

He looked back over to me, and I could tell that he kind of wanted to, but I was grateful that he kept his mouth shut. I'm not sure that I would've been able to handle it right now, and he must've seen that in my face. He walked back to the side of the bed, without a word, and kicked his shoes off, before lying down on the bed.

 I didn't know what to do so I lie still on my back, feeling him get settled then lie still about a foot away from me. I didn't understand how things could be so hot and intense between us, then so awkward and timid. It was so confusing.

 "Do you wanna talk about it?" Colby asked, his voice a little nervous.

Was I making him nervous? This guy that used to have a different girl every night, probably having more experience than anyone in this house, was nervous to lie next to me in his bed??

 "No...it was just a dream. A really bad dream, but still just a dream. Stupid really. I barely remember it now. Thank you for lying with me."

I was lying. I remembered every bit of it and it had scared the shit out of me, but lying here next to Colby was comforting. Knowing that it had, in fact, been just a dream and that Colby wasn't some underworld demon trying to kill me, was very comforting.

 I was so nervous lying next to him and I didn't know why. We had already had some pretty heavy make out sessions, so what was the big deal?

 I gathered my courage and scooted closer to him, until our arms were touching, then turned over on my side, letting my ass rest against his hip.

 "Sure. If you want to tell me about it, you can, you know. I'll listen...I mean, if you want," he replied, shifting onto his side so that he was the big spoon to my little spoon.

 I felt his muscular arm go around my waist, then pull me up against his body. His large hand spread out on my hip, then trailed down my naked thigh. His cool skin felt good against mine.

 His fingertips traced patterns into my skin, making goosebumps appear.

"I want you to be able to talk to me." I don't really think he was talking to me, but himself. 

He still had on his jeans, so the buttons were scraping through the thin material of my underwear, making me very aware of how close we were and how his body was reacting to mine. My body was reacting the same, making me clench my legs together as his fingers kept moving along my thigh. I didn't reply to him, wanting to forget the dream, so we lie there quietly for a few minutes.

 I almost drifted back to sleep, but I heard his soft raspy voice again, almost timid this time.

"I like you wearing my shirt. I've never let anyone do that before. It looks good on you."

 I smiled, keeping my eyes closed. Maybe I was already dreaming again. If so, I liked this one a lot better than the last one.

 "Chloe, are you sleeping?"

 I was drifting under, unable to answer him, to tell him not yet.

 I felt his cool lips brush my ear, before he whispered something. I had to be dreaming.

 "I think I might be falling in love with you," were the last words that my consciousness picked up on before I was asleep again.