Try and get some answers.

I reach back over to her, and shake her gently. “Your neck...”

She ignores me, tucking her head under the covers as the sunlight, creeping in from the window, reaches her face.

“How...?” “Your body... your face...”

“what... what happened?”

I stumble over my words, not knowing what to ask, but before I can get it together enough to form a coherent question, she sighs, then whispers, “shhh, let me sleep.”

“What happened last night?” I ask, more direct this time.

“Don’t you remember?” She responds, quietly, sounding more distant with each passing moment. “Mmmm... It was... “

“wonderful......” her voice trails off.

“Tell me,” I repeat, pleadingly.

No response.

I prod her again.

She’s asleep... ? what the heck...?

I stand up from the bed, and walk around to her side. “Come on, talk to me!” I reach and grab her covers, and pull them off her.

She SCREAMS.

Her eyes squint harshly, and she recoils from me. Her face looks pained as she frantically tries to cover herself with her hands. As I watch, they begin to change. Her fingernails lengthen and sharpen, taking on an almost dangerous or predatory shape. Her naked body curls together into a fetal position, seemingly recoiling in pain. But suddenly her hands withdraw, and her face lunges forward, coupled with an unexpected and angry, "HSSSSSS!"

I jump back, watching her face glare at me as the canines in her mouth grow sharp and pointed.

Just like the vampiress in my dream...

She snarls at me, tightly grasping the bed with her clawed hands and shifting her naked body down on the sheets in a very catlike manner, ready to strike her prey.

Me.

About the time I realize I’m in danger, she seems to catch herself, confusion and renewed pain suddenly spreading over her face. Her appearance softens, and she recoils again, trying to return to a protective fetal position.

“Cover me...” she says, whimpering, “please...”

Her naked body squirms uncomfortably, and I begin to see small- burns? -beginning to form on her exposed skin. “The sun...” she whispers painfully. “It hurts...”

“Oh! Oh my god!” I burst out.

I step forward, grab the covers, and pull them over her.

I step back from her and watch, dumbstruck, as her clawed fingers pull the covers tight, sealing her from any direct sunlight.

She quiets, and is still.