CLAIRE
I wake up at around three in the morning and notice that Erik is dreaming. Actually, he is having a nightmare. He is sweating profusely, and he is groaning as if he is in pain.
I shake him a little bit, but he is not waking up. He just continues to whimper, and it's freaking me out. So, I sit up straight and shake him harder this time, and then his eyes flutter open, but they have this wild look on them, like some crazed animal.
Erik pulls me and goes on top of me, painfully pinning my arms on the bed. He is looking at me, but it's like he doesn't see or recognize me. When his right hand starts moving towards my throat, I immediately move to bite his left hand.
"Erik, wake up!"
Erik jerks and curses and seems to have woken up from his nightmare. He looks around the room, pa
