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Dream 4:

We were in a store of some sort I think, movies and books accumulated on shelves at the sides and center of the room, hallogen lights lit neatly over head and a tight knit carpet under foot, i beleave it was a dull teal color verging on grey. The walls were whitewashed and there was a door behind us which we'd come through. We were freinds, the three of us, in the sort of uneasy relationship of our kinds. The eldest of us was a tall man, handsome and built with a sturdiness that had nothing to do with physical features and all to do with inner strength. He was the master, and a vampire. The second was a younger man, snivelling in his own way, though you wouldn't know it from his looks and eager to usurp the elder, he too was a vampire, though a fledgling of no importance or bearing. Then there was I.. human, female, neither servant, nor love, nor freind, but an uneasy mix of the three that left me wishing I bore a title amongst thier secretive group. I'm not entirely sure why we were there, perhaps to look around, perhaps merely strolling by, but that in any case, is when the younger man made his move. A argument broke between elder and younger, i call them this because I do not remember thier names, or perhaps I merely do not know them. The elder was wounded, weakened, but arose in such a fury that the younger took flight to another room,t aking upon himself the form of a rat which had skittered through a gap between door and frame into the blackness beyond. The elder was battered, weakened, and in need of his strength, intending to go after the younger and set him back into his proper facet. I realized his intent nearly too late. It was an unspoken agreement, a sort of general knowledge that I was not to be bled or harmed, I can no longer recall how such came to be, but there it was. But now, now that pact had been thrown, the glimmer of the hunt crept into the elder's features, and i took off running, knowing full well I would not be able to get away. The younger came to stand in the doorway through which he had retreated, watching silently and stricken into his place as he watched the unfolding flight. I ran still, but then tripped over my own feet as I passed through one of the aisles of movies and books, I'd just enough time to turn over onto my back as the elder decended upon me, crouched over me so that I could not move.I closed my eyes, unwilling to see the look in his eyes, both terrified and accepting, nearly wanting it. I could feel his gaze, mere inches from my face, his hot breath against the curve of my neck as my heart thudded in my chest. He bit me then, I didn't feel the pain of it though i could feel the energy, the life of me slowly ebb as though it were seeping out of me. I felt weak, but no longer terrified, now fully accepting of whatever was to happen, a sort of calm stole over my mind, at that moment, i could accept it, were i to be fine afterwards, turned, or dead, i was accepting, it no longer mattered.

Then I woke.