Layla panicked, and her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at who was holding her against the door of her home, she tried screaming, but with her mouth tightly blocked she couldn't get anything out. She began hyperventilating, and began kicking and fighting her way out of his hold. "You're ours." he told her in a deep throaty voice. She was losing oxygen, and strength, and was just about to faint until she felt herself freed.

She bent over trying to regain air, lifted her head to see what the hell was going on and what she witnessed next, had her dropping to the ground, fainting.

Hours later, she awoke in a bed that she didn't recognize, and her heart began to race as she quickly sat herself up, looking around. The room was dark, but felt cozy. The bedroom door opened slowly, and nervously scooted herself back in the bed then relaxed when she saw that it was Alaric coming into the room. "Where am I?" she asked him as he approached her, carrying a glass of juice.

"You're at my place, you'll be safe here for the time being." he said, sitting down on the bed next to her, handing her a glass of orange juice "Here, drink some of this."

She took the glass from his hand and drank some of the juice. "What the hell happened?" she asked as she pulled the glass away from her lips.

"Do you not remember?"

She looked away, thinking. Then looked back at him looking a bit confused "I remember a man, or someone that had me pinned against my door, telling me that I'm theirs... who was that?"

"That was a Treacher, they're similar to a Zombie, and very dangerous."

"Treacher? she asked confused "I've never heard of them before... but I've seen them in my dreams."

"Whatever you do, stay away from them, even in your dreams... they'll kill you. What else do you remember?" he curiously asked.

What he was explaining to her had her feeling nervous, scared, and curious as to who or what he was. The longer she looked and listened to him, she knew he was the man who had been in her dreams all these years. She leaned forward, and looked him in the eyes "It's really you, isn't it?" she asked quietly.

He looked at her and wanted to tell her who he was, but didn't want to scare her. All he wanted to do was protect her, and keep her away from the animals that were after her. "You're extremely pale, you need to finish that orange juice and get some rest. "We can talk later."

"No, I demand to know what is going on around here..." Frustrated, she set her glass down on the nightstand next to her, and got out of bed. She stood up and felt lightheaded, causing her to fall over and Alaric catching her. He got her back into the bed, and covered her up "Please, drink the rest of the juice and get some rest. I promise we'll talk after you get the rest you need."

He headed out of the room to let her get some rest. He walked into the living room and sat down. "So, what does she remember?" Adrian, Alaric's brother asked.

He shook his head and leaned his head back onto the couch "Not much. She remembers the treachers, but nothing after I saved her from one of them."

Adrian sat down across from him and leaned forward. "You do know what you have to do to save her completely from them."

"Yes, I know." he sighed.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know... she knows I've been the one saving her this entire time... she keeps asking if I'm the one who has been in her dreams."

Adrian laughed and stood up "Well, you do what you have to do. I'm thirsty, and about to go out." he said wiggling his eyebrows.

Alaric laid on the couch after Adrian left, debating on what to do with Layla. He liked her, and didn't want to see anything happen to her, especially after doing what he could protecting her from them all these years. He had no clue why they wanted her but was determined to end the reasons why.

Layla woke up and looked over at her juice. She sat up, finished the juice then headed out of the room. As she walked into the hallway, she didn't know where to go, she looked left, then right and decided to go left. She walked the hallway looking at all the photos on the wall, stopping to look at one. She noticed Alaric in the picture, and assumed the others in the picture was his family. She reached up, touched his face and smiled.

She heard a noise and turned, jumping and gasping when she saw Alaric walking toward her. "You scared the fuck out of me." she said with her hand on her heart, trying to calm down.

"I was just coming to check on you... you look much better." he smiled, as he stopped in front of her.

She pointed to the picture "Is this your family?"

"It is... those are my parents, brothers, and my baby sister." He took a hold of her hand and began walking "To get downstairs, you go this way." he smiled.

As they got downstairs, she looked around and was amazed at how large, and beautiful his home was. "I didn't even know there were any homes like this in Crowburg." she said in amazement "I knew there were older homes all over, but nothing like this."

He looked at her and felt his heart pumping faster, he wanted his lips pressed against hers, and wanted another taste of her. He needed something to stop the temptations and walked over to a table full of liquor. He grabbed a glass, poured himself some whiskey, and slammed it. He poured himself another glass and took another drink, wanting the temptations to fade away.

"Are you nervous?" she asked, after seeing him drink another glass of whiskey.

"No, why?"

"By the way your drinking..."

He walked over to her and smiled "Would you like a sip?" he asked, holding out his glass for her. She took his glass, smelled it and turned her nose up, handing him the glass back "No thanks, I'll pass."

She crossed her arms and looked at him curiously "So, about what we were talking about earlier... are you finally going to tell me who you are?"

"I already told you, my name is Alaric."

"I know that, what I meant was, who are you really? I know you're the one who has been in my dreams since I was a little girl, and I would like to know why? Why have you been in my dreams most of my life, and always saving me from harm's way. So, my question is, who are you?"

He set his glass down and placed his hands on his hips, unsure of what to tell her. "You promised to fill me in after I got rest, I got the rest you insisted, and I now demand to know what's going on."

He took a deep breath, and decided to fill her in a little bit of what he knew, hoping she wouldn't panic and take off "When you first moved here, I was told to protect you from the treachers, and that's exactly what I've been doing, protecting you."

"I don't get it, why are they after me?"

He shook his head and raised his arms "I don't know... there must be something they want from you."

"I have nothing, absolutely nothing... and what would I have at five years old? Makes no sense to me." She took a deep breath, then sighed "I don't even have my parents anymore." she says, looking away. She then turned her head back towards him and stepped closer to him, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked closer at him "You still never answered my question... who are you and how were you able to be inside my dreams, and never age?"

He ran his hands through his hair, leaving his hands resting on the back of his head as he looked at her. He wanted to avoid the question, he then placed his hands on her shoulders, and stared into her eyes, putting her in a trance and erasing what she was wanting to know. He figured in time he would let her know what he was.

He leaned into her ear and whispered "Wake up my love."

As he stepped away to pour himself another drink, she snapped out of her trance and looked at him with a smirk, knowing what he just tried doing to her, and it didn't work. She walked over to him, wrapped her arm around him and took his glass of whiskey away, drinking it.

"I thought you said you don't like whiskey?"

"I don't, but I'm thirsty." she smiled, then finished off the drink. She set the glass down and pulled him to her. "The other night you kissed me, leaving me breathless, and wanting more. I'd like to feel those emotions again."

Knowing he wouldn't lose control after drinking his whiskey, he cupped the side of her face, leaned forward, and softly pressed his lips against hers "I'd love to." His voice was soft spoken, that it sent jolts of electricity throughout her body.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and began kissing him harder, demanding, and her craving for more than just a kiss.

The excitement that he was causing her to feel, had her feeling wet, and her inner core throbbing. She pulled away, gasping for air, and smiled "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"All those feelings you make me feel when you're kissing me... it makes me feel alive, full of energy, and to the point where I want to pull on your hair, and rip off all your clothes. If the way you kiss me does those all those amazing things to me, I wonder what it would feel like if you were to be inside of me." she says, pulling him in for another kiss.

He picked her up and carried her over to the couch, laid her down, climbed over her and kissed her with everything he had. Her hands reached down to the bottom hem of his shirt and began tugging up on his shirt, then pulled it up over his head. She was desperate for him, and the longer they kissed, the stronger her desires for him became.

His desires for her were growing, and was unsure how much longer he could refrain himself from going any further. He pulled away from her lips and looked her in the eyes, for years he often wondered what it would be like to kiss her, and now that he was, he didn't want to stop. He was becoming hungry, and needed to feed, he looked at the time and noticed it was after midnight. Shit he muttered.

"Something wrong?"

"I was supposed to be somewhere ten minutes ago..."

She had a feeling what he meant by that, and it was becoming clearer to her as to what he was. Curious as to what it would feel like she grabbed a hold of his hand while he was standing up, and pulled herself up to sit. "Feed off me." she said quietly.

"What?" he asked, surprised and shocked to hear what she said.

"I said, you can feed off me if you're hungry... I know what you are, I'm not stupid."

He leaned down and caressed her face "What am I?"

"A vampire, it's the only explanation as to why you have never aged from my dreams, been there to save me every time I was in danger, and it's the only thing I can come up with as to how you make me feel." she says, brushing her hair off to the other side, exposing her neck. "Go ahead, bite me."

He looked down at her exposed skin, cupped the back of her neck and began caressing the side of her neck with his thumb. He leaned forward and she closed her eyes, expecting a painful bite. As he bit into her neck, his eyes closed, and her eyes opened. She felt calm and began feeling pleasure from him feeding. The longer he fed, the stronger the euphoria intensified. Not wanting to kill her, and felt he got enough to last the rest of the night, he pulled away.

He wiped off his mouth and pressed his lips against hers "Thank you." he said quietly "Make sure you keep that area clean, otherwise it will get infected." he instructed. She felt weak, and laid back on the couch.

He picked her up, carried her up the stairs, and laid her on the bed. "You're not leaving me in here alone, are you?"

"I was going to sleep in the other room, why, would you rather me sleep in here?"

"I thought you brought me here to protect me, wouldn't you want to sleep in here to keep a better eye on me?" she asked, tiredly.

"I'll be right back; I'm going to grab you something to wear to bed."

He left the room, and headed for his sister's room. He knew when she moved out, she left a bunch of clothes behind and figured they would fit her. He looked in her closet, then in her dresser drawers and found a white negligee. He held it out, smirked and shrugged his shoulders this should fit her, I hope he mumbled.

He walked back in the room and sat down at the edge of the bed, handing her the negligee "Here, see if this fits."

She took it from his hand, and began undressing "There's a bathroom over there." he said pointing to the other side of the room.

"I'm not shy, and we're both adults. I can change right here." As much as he wanted to watch her undress, he turned his head the other way.

As she undressed, she kept looking at him, hoping that he would climb over her, and make her feel things she never felt before with him moving inside her. If he could kiss the way he did, she knew it would be even better with him inside her. She got completely naked and, held out the negligee debating about putting it on.

Thinking she was finally dressed, he turned his head "How does it fit?" he asked while turning his head, and couldn't help but stare at her naked body, causing the heat to rise within him. "I'm sorry, I thought you had it on already."

"I was thinking... maybe I'll just sleep naked."

"Why's that?"

"That way it'll be easier for you, you wouldn't have to worry about trying to take it off." she smirked. She propped herself up with her elbow and reached for him "I can still feel all the pleasures you did to me through your kiss, your bite, and now I feel like you're starving me..." she looked at him with lust and pressed her lips against his, then pulled him down on top of her "Make love to me, I want to know what it's like to make love to one." she begged, kissing him harder.

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