Before I begin, let me emphasize that this is real. It is not merely a story for vampire-lover's
enjoyment, this has all actually happened to me. Some may not believe it, and that's fine. Some will
find humor in it, and that is fine as well. What I'm looking for are those of you who know exactly what
I'm talking about. I know you're out there. I can't be the only one this is happening to. A bit about
myself... I was born under the sign of Scorpio, hence sealing my fate as a dark child. I love dark
mysticism. Keep in mind, I did not say evil, as in Satanism, just dark in the sense of what others (mainly
bible-thumping Christians) think of as evil- vampires, Paganism, Wicca, etc.... The story before you
is an account of my dreams that I have in real life. It is of a man that haunts me, but never hurts me.
He scares the hell out of me, but I am entranced by his eyes. They speak truth and comfort me. It is
difficult to explain, the feeling of fear and serenity both at once. I think that for the first time
in my life, I am afraid of the unknown. Now, let me tell you why.......
He comes to me in my
dreams. Tall, strong, black hair, piercing blue eyes, he is beautiful. Still, he is dark and mysterious,
very obviously a Child of the Dark. He seems to know me, my inner thoughts and feelings, and he has been
with me for quite some time now. I started dreaming of him when I was around 10. Back then, he looked
to be around 22, the age I am now, and he has not changed. The first dreams were very simple, with no
point to them at all. For instance, I might go walking down a dark road, and I would merely see him across
the street. We would exchange glances, then go about our ways. As I got older, he became a protector
of sorts. For the dreams in which harm might came my way, he was always be there to help me. Once, I
dreamt that I fell off a tall building, and he caught me. I don't even know what I was doing up there,
but all of a sudden, I was in his arms. He simply put me down and walked away smiling. That's the first
dream of him that I woke from crying. He had saved my life. I knew for sure, that from that point on,
he would be with me forever. He will not let harm come to me, I know that, dream world
or otherwise. And
even though he scares me sometimes, I know he doesn't mean to.
Shortly after I turned seventeen,
he started to play games with me in my sleep. He would mimic my every move, and smile while doing so.
I would do the same and the cycle would go on. This was the first time I heard him laugh. He had a very
deep husky voice. And he made me laugh. I've never held a conversation with him though. I'm still waiting
for that. I have so many questions I'd like to ask him. Who sent him, why does he protect me, is this
proof that there are 'other-worldly' beings? (Not in the sense of extra-terrestrials, although I religiously
watch the X-Files). I just know that he is not of this earth, he can't be. Sometimes in my dreams he
has this outline around him, like a haze or smoke. He rarely looks happy, but is never mean, always calm.
I just look at him and chills plague my entire body. I still can't describe my feelings for him. I don't
think I love him, and he's not like a father to me, nor a friend, nor a teacher. But in these dreams,
I cannot live without him, and I wouldn't want to. I feel as if we were meant to be together, but not
in the way you might think. As I said, I don't love him in that way, but I can't imagine getting through
the night without him. Honestly, I can't even bring myself to try.
I'm usually smiling upon awaking
from my dreams, but I am afraid at the same time. Afraid because I feel like I've known him all my life,
and even more afraid when I realize that I don't know him at all. He never harms me, but I don't think
he could anyway. I've been told that dreams have nothing to do with our conscious lives. I do not believe
this at all. I think that dreams are an extension of our awake time. I also believe that you can find
answers in dreams. That's one of the things that scares me...I don't know what to think of this man.
I've always been fine with the unknown; anything can happen, the truth is out there, I want to believe...
you get the picture. But this hits a little too closely to home. So here I am, having all these dreams
about this guy that I've never met. I thought about it all the time when I was awake. I would see a man
when I was out somewhere that looked like him, and I would stop dead in my tracks. It wasn't him though.
He always looked at me, and none of the others did. Even though I didn't feel love for this man, I often
wished that he could come to me while I was awake. Then, one day, he did...
That's right, and
to this day, I am still sure it was him. And this was no dream, I was completely awake. It has been two
years and six days. I had just turned twenty, and a close friend was having a party for me. Of course,
we were behaving as most normal twenty-year olds do... yes, alcohol was very much present. I suppose
I had a little too much and got into an argument with my boyfriend. I stumbled outside to get some air,
and walked through the backyard into the alley. I spotted two young men, around my age, who looked as
though they had been waiting there just for me. I was a bit tipsy, but not what I'd call drunk, and I
continued walking, making my way down the alley. Of course, the two young men starting following me.
There was a old but beautiful abandoned house a few doors down. Out from behind the garage of that house
stepped the most haunting sight I've ever seen. A few feet away from me appeared a man who looked like
the man in the dreams, although on this night, it was dark and rainy, and I had trouble seeing him clearly.
I could feel it in my heart though, and my bones, even the pit of my stomach that it had to be him.
He turned his head slightly, and I could see his blue eyes cut through the night like swords, and then
I was sure of it. He was tall, kind of thin but visibly strong, shoulder-length black hair, and those
eyes, I could not get past the eyes. He wasn't looking at me though. He was looking behind me. I heard
one of the young men mumble something, so I turned around. Like frightened children, they quickly turned
and ran away. And when I turned back around, of course, the man was gone. To this day, I often feel a
presence, and I know it's him. Awake, I have escaped harm many times, and I truly believe it's because
of him. I don't know who is he, but I know I owe him my life. I still see him in my dreams too, more
now than ever before. Sometimes I'll wake up in the middle of the night and get the feeling that someone
is sitting at the edge of my bed, but of course, no one is there. I don't think he's a ghost, or a spirit.
I think he is of another world, a dark world. And I long to be there with him.
