I was in a park, decorated beyond splendor.. But of course only I would know that. A thin cloud of mist hung around the edges of my vision, and I realized it was an illusion. I started backing away, knowing that I was trapped and I had to face my enemy head on. Then out of nowhere, a body formed before my eyes, and all I saw was the gleaming white fangs and the dark red lips that tried to bite my neck. I jumped, but couldn't dodge it. The fangs sank into my arm, agony spread and I tried to scream....
Only to wake up.
But somehow, from that dream, I had acquired a scar, a throbbing, red scar of a rose, right on my arm.
"The count down begins" I heard from my TV, which was on and the volume down to a bare minimum, and I shuddered.
Don't look too much into this-I told myself, but I had a suspicious feeling that I should, very much look into this.
I was right.