Her breathing was changing and I knew it was almost over. I wanted to wake her. I hated to feel her fear; it wasn’t as bad feeding off her sorrow though and honestly, I needed to feed when I could. So I sat in the chair and soaked up her anxiety, hating every single second of it. I gripped my fists tighter on my thighs, hoping she would wake up soon. But she kept right on dreaming. The longer she dreamt, the guiltier I felt. Finally, I could take it no longer and went to shake her awake. She gasped and grabbed my collar. Looking down into her eyes, I waited for her to understand that the dream was over and reality was here. Unless she had been dreaming about me and I was the monster. Then she would never wake up, would she? But she sighed and pulled me down, hugging my neck. My entire body tightened out of reflex. I had never hugged anyone of my own accord, not even women I was trying to feed from. Hugging wasn’t something that came with that.
