Vampire Holiday - Completed

4. Daniel

Daniel’s Pov

I was kissing a girl, and her lips and body were cold against mine. I wrapped my hands around her, her breasts were also freezing against my chest, but I was burning. She was a tiny girl, but she held on to me very tight as well. Her strength surprised me, but that was not what I was thinking about. That kiss was all-consuming. Her frozen lips were scorching me somehow. Her tongue was intertwined with mine. I could not get enough of her, I wanted to own her, to be part of her, yet I paused for just a second to look at her because I knew she was stunning merely to see her and devour her with my eyes as well as lips.

But when I stopped, I only saw her dark hair striking my face, and she was gone as if she had disappeared in thin air. Then, I realized that I didn’t have a clue how she looked or who she was, or how I even met her. I was standing on the street in the daylight, outside, while people were passing me by and cars honking. I was trying to remember. What was her name? Who was she? I felt cold air rushing through my limbs. I looked down. I was completely naked, and people pointed fingers at me while passing by. Some were giggling and whispering. I was also excited, yep, in the wrong place. Then I woke up.

I was cold, uncovered, and completely bare on my bed. My d**k was still hard, and also very confused. I was completely perplexed, but it was not because I saw a girl in my dream, nor because I was naked, but because, for the first time in my life, I knew for sure that it was not my late wife. This was the first time I saw someone who was not her in my dreams.

The nauseous feeling that I always had waking up after the dream with her holding hands with me or just sitting and talking or watching TV together, that feeling was replaced by the guilt that I was dreaming about someone else. At least that girl was not real. She was a phantom of my imagination.

I was devastated that my wife was gone, and I treasured my dreams immensely. It was the only time we had together, even though it was painful to wake up. I often thought, how would it be just never to wake up again, to stay in my dreams with her forever?

But this felt different today. It was not her. How was that possible? I could not allow myself to think of someone else. I could not let go of her. I should not. She was a part of me eternally. She was alive as long as I was.

I took the picture from my nightstand. She was smiling at me in that photo. I hugged it and squeezed it. I would not let go.

So what happened? I could not remember what I did last night and how I got home.

It was so odd. Did someone drug me at a New Year’s party? I was trying to recall the event, but only some crazy, elaborate glittery outfits would come to mind. I could not remember the venue, nor who I was with, nothing.

I also had a headache. Splitting headache. I went into the shower and started the water. While rubbing the soap all over myself, I noticed something hurt in my neck. What was it?

I came out of the shower cabin and wiped the steam off the mirror with my hand. I had some sort of bloody holes all over my neck. There were at least four holes on one side and six on another. Also, I had random bruises everywhere. And tiny bites all over my torso and even my back. What the hell did I get into last night? That could not be. I would not betray my wife. Not like that.

I remember I had big plans for the holidays. Some issue was going to be solved. I remember getting ready for the party, but then I didn’t remember anything but the dream and waking up in my apartment with a headache.

I checked my digital calendar. There was nothing there about the event. I tried tracing through all my text messages, trying to fish out the clue who I was with and where I had gone.

The only texts I found were from my friends congratulating me on the New Year and wishing me the best and greatest next year to come. Nothing else.

I browsed my phone to see if anything else gave me a hint, searching through the web pages I had opened.

Multiple eccentric clubs were listed that surprised me. So why was I going clubbing on New Year's?

There was some pattern in this madness of my search history, and the word patron came up a lot, as well as vampires. Vampires? What was I into? Was that some dress-up party, some kinky stuff? What did I do? My head was still killing me. I could not do anything to betray her. I would not. How much did I drink last night?

I sanitized and put bandaids all over the bites and scratches. I decided to investigate later, took some meds for the headache, and went back to sleep.

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