She falls asleep,
Her dreams full of anguish and despair.
The archaic emotions of dreams lost roll down her spine.
The acrid taste of bile coats her tongue.
The thudding of a dead heart echoes throughout the room,
Emotional signatures register within her cerebral cortex.
Death. Pain. Anguish. Fury.
The fury at the undead being at the end of the bed.
Dead or alive?
The choice is no longer yours to make.
Blood drips from his face, flesh caught between his predatory teeth.
The thrill of the kill.
I am a murderer.
I am your Dream Stealer.