As soon as he fall asleep, the feeling that he was drifting fell over him. He struggled in vain against the current, but it was too strong. Suddenly, he found himself standing alone on a beach, looking out over the dark waters of the ocean. The air was mild, warm enough not to cause chills however. He smiled in relief, as a feeling of serenity passed over him. He heard a soft sing-song voice call out a name he don't recognize, but still he knew it was speaking to him. He turns slowly, having to pull his gaze away from the hypnotic tides, and gasps as he is by a beautiful, pale face, framed in silky back hair, with two small fangs shining in the moonlight. She held her hand out to him, barely an inch away from his lips. A small crimson bead rests in her palm, quivering a moment before it streaks down her hand. As he moved forward to lick the small streak, she pulls her hand away playfully, forcing him to press his body against hers as she holds her hand over his head. A sudden pain pierces the side of his neck, but he ignores it, eyes focused on the drop of blood that has fallen from her hand. The instant before he catches it on his tongue, a sharp noise interrupts them. He sits up suddenly, smacking his head on the headboard of his bed. He flails for the alarm clock and sends it crashing to the ground.<br/><br/>"....so close. A few moments...a second."<br/><br/>Sighing a bit, he pulls on some underwear and a pair of ripped jeans, perfectly frayed by the expert hands at Hot Topic. A plain white T-shirt underlines a silky black dress shirt. It was his standard attire. He pops the collar down and smooths it out, glancing in the mirror once before he was satisfied. A quick spray of Hollister cologne across his shirt and he was out the door, a small backpack dangling on his shoulder.