His Little Witch

Glowing red eyes is something I've been seeing in my dreams constantly since I was 16 years old. At first, it was just the eyes, then a silhouette, and then it was a man. I thought it was a sleep paralysis demon, but he never moved, at least not then. I could barely remember his face when I woke up. That was until I turned 18 then he started moving closer sometimes, or sometimes he would be sitting at the edge of my bed. Once I turned 21, the dreams were almost every night. I couldn't move, but he would move closer. His fingers would graze my face while he whispered, "My Little Witch." That nickname all the time, but I had never seen this man before. Tonight's dream was no different. I was stuck in my bed when I heard the floorboards creaking. His footsteps sounded heavier the closer they got to my bed until I could see those eyes. He stared down at me long black hair tucked behind his ears. A scar running across his nose looked like it'd been there for a long time. He leaned his massive frame over me. His lips turning into a smirk at the corners, seeing my body tremble. He had to be over 6ft tall. I couldn't really tell, since I could never actually stand up in these dreams. He brought his hand up to my face, his index finger tracing along my cheek. "You can run and run little witch, but you can't hide from me," he said coldly. He said it like a fact that couldn't be proven otherwise. I couldn't help but just stare up at those hypnotizing eyes. Even though my body screamed to run, I just wanted to keep staring at those eyes forever. "No, he's a demon, this is what they do!" i scolded myself internally. He let out a low chuckle as if he could hear what i was thinking. He climbed onto the bed hovering over me. I could feel his body weight on top of me and his breath on my face. "No matter how many faces you take, little witch you can't fool me." he said while rubbing his thumb over my lips. Feeling his thumbs move across my lips, my pus.sy throbbed. I could feel my panties moist from his words. "What is wrong with me? This is not the time to be horny," I yelled in my head. At that second, he dropped his face into my neck and took a deep sniff. My body couldn't help but visibly shake when he did. He placed his lips on my neck and said, "Blood doesn't lie, My little witch.... Your mine." Just like that, he bit down hard on my neck, his fangs piercing through my flesh. My tears began to fall from the pain. Yet even though it hurt, and I should be scared, I couldn't help but want to thrust my hips up into his. All I could think about was how badly I wanted release. Not just any release I wanted to c*m on this man. Just as I was about to let out a moan, my phone rang, making me sit up from my bed. I immediately brought my hand to my neck, touching where he bit, but there was nothing there. No blood, no cuts, absolutely nothing, yet it felt so real. I laid back in my bed covering my face with the blanket, hiding my embarrassment. I can't believe I was getting turned on by some stranger in a dream. My phone rang again. This time, I reached to grab it and saw it was 7:40 in the morning. "Cr.ap I'm going to be late," I shouted, jumping off my bed. I took a quick shower to get rid of the dirty thoughts I had and got ready to go to work. It's not like I didn't try to figure out why I was having these dreams. The closest clue I got was that the man in my dream looked eerily similar to an ancient vampire. A pure-blooded vampire named Malachi Dravencrest was his name. There were so few images I could find of him. Most were paintings that were lost or too deteriorated to see. At most, only the Dravencrest family would probably have a painting of his still intact. Anyway would I did find on his was that he was a ruthless clan leader. He apparently almost massacred his entire bloodline from siblings to uncles, but considering they are still alive to this day, he must have left some alive. I read he also was a great general when the big war happened when all the races were fighting each other for territory. As much as I looked, I couldn't find anything saying if he was married or had children. I couldn't even find when he died if he ever did. I know vampires have long lives. I'm just not sure if they could live 1000s of years still looking that good. I managed to make it to work on time despite the morning chaos. "Hey Elyria, did you just get in? What happened couldn't sleep? Missing me too much?" said my coworker Leo as he put his arm over my shoulder. I laughed and said, "Yes, because I think of you even when I'm home." He feigned a chest pain and said, "Ouch Elyria, straight to the heart, how could you?" I pushed him lightly and started walking to our desk to get started on our tasks. As we made it to our desks, I could feel a pair of eyes on me. The back of my hair sticking up. I turned around but didn't see anyone looking my way. I rubbed the back of my neck and thought," am I just getting paranoid from all the dreams? "