Amber wakes up sweating, though her sweat isn't the only thing wetting her.

She sighs, she doesn't know if it's because she woke up or because it was again the same dream, the same dark brown eyes, the same warm smile... Her heart skips a beat just thinking of him. She tries to steady her heart rate, but the memories of the dream keep flashing in her mind. She swears she can still feel his electrifying touch on her skin. The dreams are becoming steamier and more vivid. 

It has been months now that she is dreaming about this tenebrous man. She is sure she knows him, though if she had already seen such a gorgeous man, she would remember. His tall dark figure is recognizable among a thousand, even if she sees it everywhere.

At first, she thought it was because she was single for too long. So she started dating, yet it was even worse, the dreams were hotter, leaving her more restless, like this mysterious man was jealously claiming her. Therefore, she gave up. Anyway, the guys were never good enough, she kept comparing them to him and how he makes her feel.

She passes her fingers on her lips where she still feels his taste.

Her phone's ringtone brings her back to reality, a text from her best friend lighting the screen:

'Invitation to my Mom's Museum opening' with a puppy's gif saying 'please don't leave me alone'

How could she say no?! Plus, she needs a distraction!

***

"It's beautiful," she says as her friend Lola hands her a glass.

"And you haven't seen the centerpiece! Speaking of the devil!" Lola nods to her Mom who is clapping to draw people's attention.

"The last piece: a Rembrandt's painting."

The white cloth falls down and a sound of breaking glass resonates in the room.

Amber stands paralyzed.

There he is, the mysterious man, there is no doubt about it, his piercing eyes, the sharp angles of his jaw, everything is depicted perfectly.

"Are you alright?" Lola asks as everyone is staring at her pale face.

"I-I need... some fresh air," she stutters, before walking away, feeling a tenebrous gaze following her.

***

1 am, Amber sighs, she needs to rest, yet she is dreading it, and the feeling of being watched she had all day isn't helping. It must be the fatigue, after hours of unsuccessful researches about the painting, well more exactly the mysterious man painted in this crowd that no one seems to know about.

How can she dream about a stranger who lived centuries ago? Why would she?

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. She probably shouldn't, but guided by the beatings of her heart, she opens the door and freezes, or no, maybe she is burning. There he is, standing in front of her, in the flesh, the man of her dreams, the same dark brown eyes, the same warm smile... except there are two white, sharp fangs.

My first attempt at a one-shot for the #AimToEngage2019 Wattpad Chicklit prompt, I hope you like it!

Did you expect this ending? ;)

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