The room is dark and eerie, the only light coming from a few candles. She lays me on her bed gently. I look up at her, and she looks like a Gothic princess with her long, ebony hair, wearing all black. I tilt my head back to bear my neck, willingly submitting to her. In my imagination, it was always her who submitted to me, but I find that I like this a lot better. Her soft, cold lips touch my skin softly. I close my eyes and soon afterwards I feel a sharp pain as she pierces my neck. I feel her drinking up my blood, and it gives me a high I’ve never felt before. She keeps drinking and drinking, and I wonder if she’ll ever stop. I don’t want her to stop…

Trevor bolted upward, suddenly waking from his dream. He was breathing so heavily that he could feel his chest moving up and down rapidly.

I can’t believe it, he thought to himself in a daze, I had a dream about Goth Girl sucking my blood.

The realization made him weary, and he collapsed, once again, onto his bed.