When she had asked for a sheet to cover her up, he nods and hands her one. Then he lays back down and tries to go back to sleep.  As he was just about a sleep, he felt something extremely warm being pressed against his body- against his back. It felt as though someone had placed a fernce next to him. He opens one eye and rolls over slightly and sees that she was laying-no pressing herself against him.<span style="font-style: italic">Must be the drugs making her feel like this</span>He thinks and then goes back to sleep. Within a few hours, even though he was a sleep, he could tell that her fever had broken, because the difference in temperature. The only thing he was dressed in was a pair of boxer shorts. In his sleep, with out knowing, he rolls over completely and puts his arms around her again and pulls her close, even closer than she was before. To where she was practically on top of him.  He too was dreaming, but dreaming about something different all together. It was actually a nightmare, one he had many times in the past, so he was used to this one.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> His father began to scream and flail about in agony as he bit down on his still beating heart, the screams began to gurgle and die off and his arms then laid still. He stood there with a gaping look on his face as if someone had surprised him. He was dead of course. Once Dagger was finished drinking his blood, which he was also covered in, he let go of him and he fell to the floor with a loud thud. He turns around to see his mother staring at him with almost the same expression on her face, but hers was filled with fear. She began to back away from him  and he began to walk toward her. She let out a scream, a loud terrified sounding one, it sounded as if someone was trying to kill her. His stepbrother, Joesph, comes running out of his room.<br/> <br/>Joesph stops and looks at the scene before him, with a horrified expression on his face, he grabbed the nearest object he could find. Which just so happened to be the fireplace poker. With a lound scream of anger, he runs toward Dagger, thrusting the poker into his chest. Of course he missed his heart, but only by a few inches. He pulls the poker out and walks toward him. "No! You should be dead! I just stabbed you in the chest," he says.<br/><br/>He looks sat him and rolls his eyes, "I'm already dead, you jackass!" he snaps.<br/><br/>His expression then turns to even more fear as he began to back up some more. His eyes widen even more. "Then you're...you're a demon.." he says. As he hugs the wall with his back, he looks him over, still in fear and realized that he was covered in blood. The expression of fear just got worse on his face, as if he knew what Dagger was. Of course Dagger still hadn't figured it out yet.<br/><br/>"You're not a demon! You're something worse! A v-vampire!" <br/><br/>Before he could say anything else, he attacked him. He tried to run again, to go out the door and get some help. Of course he didn't want to deal with other people, so  Dagger snapped his back in two, like a normal person would snap a twig. Now he was laying on the cold wooden floor in worse agony then his father had been in. Picking him up, Dagger looked him straight in the eyes, look of fear- the look in his eyes was as if he was a small rabbit trapped by a dog or wolf, as if he knew he was going to die. The look of fear was something he liked. He still had a hold of him, leand over and sunk his fangs deep into his throat, with a squishing tearing ripping sound, he had ripped away the outter layer of flesh. Revealing the muscle tissue, once again Dagger sunk his  fangs deep into it, taking in his blood. Once he was done, he wasn't dead yet, I dropped his body and let him bleed to death on the floor.</span><br/><br/>But on the outside, Dagger was twitching in his sleep. Also hissing, snarling and snaping as well. As if he was having a very terrible nightmare. He broke out in a sweat as well, but didnâ€™t wake from his nightmare. Once it was over, he was again in a dark dream-less sleep, that was more peaceful to him than any dream. After the dream was over, he lets out a sigh, that sound some-what relieved and goes into a deeper sleep. His grip around her tights as he does so. Where she was laying, if she was awake or in a light sleep, the sound of his heart beating would be heard.  He lets out another sigh and rolls over, taking her with him.