In The Forests Of The Night: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This...
by BelovedSlayer
*Everywhere she looked, there was

nothing to gaze at but only the frightening presence of the dark forest

the whispers and screams of the missing residents to hear, howling

and piercing the cold, empty night that took on a forbidden appearance.

She was trapped.

There was no way to turn or to go to.

The only way she could escape was by entering the menacing

forest through the front entrance

but even then, she didn’t want to do just that.

She didn’t want to enter those forbidden and evil woods

that were the cause of everything that had happened night after night ever again.


Dark, scattered clouds creped through the starry night sky, blocking the silver glow of

the moon from filtering through and showering its ghostly presence on her slim form.

Even the comforting presence of the silver kisses of the moon made everything look too dreary and gloomy.

Soon, she felt a presence standing near her.

It was the first stranger she had met earlier on in the night

but this time there was a cruelness

to his handsome features that she couldn’t place.

Fear instilled in her, overcoming her body but she wouldn’t move.

She was as helpless as a snow

white kitten struggling to break free from its predator.

His dark brown eyes were captivating her, putting her into a

sleepy and peaceful trance.

One where she cannot wake up from.

Sharp fangs from his perfect lips

indented into needle sharp points as his cold hands took the

girl’s own gently, pulling her softly into his

cold chest protectively as if she were his prey and no one else’s.

She was.

The haunting howling of wolves around the forest scattered

the silence and eeriness of the night as the girl


struggled to be released from her captor, his eyes still captivating hers, urging her to remain still, peaceful.

She couldn’t resist.

Her black gown cascaded down her legs gracefully as she felt

his cold hands caressing her neck gently, pushing

tendrils of blond hair back, revealing

the soft, pale throat of the girl to his brown, cruel eyes.

Hunger and the need to feed filled his empty mind and soon, he

couldn’t resist the dark temptation that lingered in it any longer.

Saliva dripped from his sharp fangs as he

pierced the girl’s soft throat in lighting fast reflexes, his lips

reveling in the delicious taste of her sweet blood that was swirling in his mouth, filling

his dark need that was aching painfully inside of him.


But it wasn’t enough to satisfy his thirst.

The girl struggled and struggled to

break free, and with a last ounce of strength, she did.

She pushed the handsome vampire away from her, blood

dripping down from her pale neck and onto the dried leaves below her.

She ran as fast as she could like a deer

running through the night, gasping and struggling

for an even breath, her heart pumping wildly against her chest.

She clasped her black gown around her

and took a left that showed her to where the weathered

cemetery stood but this time it looked even more ominous than ever before.

“Help me,” the girl pleaded into the dark and dreary night where t

here was no sound, only the bleak silence.

She could feel him coming after her.

She could feel those cruel eyes gazing at her evilly from all over the forest.

Wisps of smoke billowed around the lifeless trees when

she felt a cruel voice whispering in her ear, taunting her.

“You’re mine now,” it said.

Instinct told her to run and she obeyed, her

nails digging into her black gown as she ran

far away to escape the menacing forest, wanting nothing more than to be free from its evil grasp…



Beads of cold sweat dripped from Buffy’s head when they trickle down her cheeks, disguising as

wet splashes of tears as they fell gracefully onto her comforter.

Curtains billowed in and out of the open window as a cool breeze filtered in, sending chills

down Buffy’s spine, intoxicating the room with a fresh smell of pine.

The silver kissed glow of the moon filtered in, kissing her olive

skin delicately as if she were made out of glass.

Still, she couldn’t stop the fast

beating of her heart that was pounding against her chest.

She couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that someone was in

the room while she slept but nothing seemed to be out of place.

Only the smooth silky curtains continued to flap softly against the cool wind.

But then Buffy’s hazel eyes picked

up a tall shadow that was flickering in the corner of her room.

Fear was beginning to blossom in her

stomach, her nails clutching the comforter tightly in alarm.

“Who’s here?” she whispered fearfully into the darkened room.

“It’s only me amore. Don’t be afraid,” a voice said smoothly from the dark corner.

The silver kissed glow seemed to illuminate

the handsome face of the first stranger from earlier on in the night.

He was still dressed in black, wearing

that same cocky grin that had entranced Buffy in the first place.

Desire rose within her but this time it was mixed with sudden alertness.

She edged away from the corner of the bed, her back leaning

against the white walls, but still, she didn’t seem afraid.

Only alarmed at the beautiful sight of him looking like a dark angel.

Shadows covered his handsome face until he moved forward, smiling arrogantly, looking

even more beautiful than the first time Buffy had seen him.

“What are you doing here?”

He only smiled.

“Making sure you’re safe cara mia,” he replied arrogantly, his


dark eyes boring into hers dangerously, his breath intermixing with the cool wind.

Buffy stood back, trying to ignore his touch that was reaching out for her.

“Don’t,” she warned, her hazel eyes boring into his dangerously, warning him to stay back.

He only laughed softly at her warning, the laugh so soft and itimate it shook her to the bone.

His smooth hand reached


out for her again but Buffy slapped it back, baring her teeth in warning.

The smile soon wavered completely as his face was pinched into a


angry frown, his fangs showing while the silver light reflected them.

“Don’t you ever do that. Or you’ll be sorry,” he warned, baring his teeth


in a grimace that frightened her to the core.


He was getting dangerously


closer, leaving Buffy to back up against dark corner of the room.

He grabbed her by the shirt and


pulled her roughly to his tall frame, pushing tendrils of her

soft hair back, revealing her soft, pale neck that glimmered in the moonlight.

Buffy struggled desperately to be

released from his grasp, but he was too strong.

She could see the needle point fangs


getting more and more closer to her throat as he licked his

lips in anticipation, dying to drink


her sweet blood that was tempting him with dark desire.

The Buffy felt the sharp sting of teeth in her throat….


























































































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