"Julien…" I mutter to myself. His face is so perfect, in my dreams I don't know if it's the overall attraction I feel for this man or the terror that comes later, all of the blood and gore. I shudder. He's frightening but yet astounding, his bright blue eyes bore right through me, brown shaggy hair, and chiseled body that looks like a Greek statue. The scars that cover his body tell his tale. Blood that covers his body tells me to run but I'm implanted, rooted to the ground. My mind links with his, "Come to me." A deep husky voice calls to me. My feet follow, my head keeps screaming, 'RUN!' The man bellows a deep feral growl and his body starts to morph, I hear bones breaking, changing into something I've never seen before. The noise petrifies me and I stop, not wanting to move any closer. This agitates the beast and he starts to come closer, step after step. Every step he takes I match his in reverse. My mind tells me to not look away but my body wants to flee from this nightmare, to run until I can't anymore. I see this beast that was a beautiful man, blood dripping out of his canine mouth, deep blue eyes, eyes of a wolf, blood covers his entire body as I peel my eyes from his appearance. He lurches forward ready to attack and I scream! I scream a name of a man I never knew, a name I've always known. Julien.