Her breath was heavy as her feet pounded on the dark grass. She was running in fear but from what? It was something , something with clawed out eyes...something ....remembering the dismantled figure made matters worse. Heart hurtning , and gasping for breath she came upon two gates. Desperate , she shook the gate....then.....<br/><br/><br/>" started at the bottom , now we here! " Erica groaned in annoyance as her alarm clock which played the radio really loud to wake her up rang. Not only was it the most annoying song ever, but it was also the most catchy. Her sleep has been rather limitd since this god awful repeating nightmare started occuring. Grades were sleeping, she was falling asleep in the middle of class, and surviveing off of starbucks coffee. Really? It was bad enough she was up late racing,and added the same damn nightmare. However, her mind always felt like it was missing something.<br/><br/>The man sleeping next to her groaned , shut off the alarm, and fell back to sleep. His name ...well she wasn't sure...maybe zack, maybe Alex...who knows. Tiredly , her body moved, black hair a mess, a small white tank top that cut mid stomach, and light blue lace underwear was her outfit for bed. It was exactly 8:30 am. Great....why did she even use a alarm clock?<br/><br/>She walked past her dresser grabbing a black tank top with the words " tru blood." written in red on it, purple lace underwear, purple lace bra, and blue short shorts. Left the room, wandered down the tan hallway to open a door Oh her right , that was the bathroom.20 minutes later , her hair was wet, she was dressed, and the front door was being closed. Typical everyday morning for her.<br/><br/>Then headed for the kitchen where her keys were dangling off of a key holder near the backdoor. There was 100 bucks on the table for her winning against the man that just left in a race. She snagged the keys, and the money heading out the backdoor to the parking lot that had her black 1969 chevy camero. Who ever said American muscle sucked better get a life....<br/><br/>Once in the car, she headed for the local convient store to grab a poptart. It took 15 minutes to get there,but she showed up swinging her legs out of the car, and waving her ass like it was worth a million dollars. The store was occasionally busy but at the moment it was slow. She dilly dallied while reading the signs since her body was tired.