"Who... who are you and what do you want from me?" Lucas couldn't help but ask as he took a step away from the figure. Was it a man? It had to be, but what were those red glowing eyes that were peering into his?
And that dark aura... If it was a man, then it was not a normal man.
But even when up against this unidentified man, he couldn't say he was scared. For some reason, he couldn't feel his heart racing in fear or anything like that.
'This has to be a dream,' he thought and looked at the hooded figure in front of him. He might've woken up from one nightmare and found himself here, but there was no saying that it wasn't a dream.
What was going on? He always felt strange people and strange things were lurking behind him while he walked along the streets to his workplace, on his way home, and now he was feeling that same strange sensation in his dreams.
"Who I am doesn't matter, Lucas, I want your blood. Give me your blood, Lucas!" The creature yelled its voice deep as it echoed, and Lucas took in a deep breath as he felt startled.
How did it know his name? It wasn't a voice he was familiar with, but... was this guy a creep? He wanted his blood?
Lucas could perceive its musty breath as he held his breath, so he exhaled and glared at it.
"As much as I like sharing, I don't really think I'd go that far as to share my blood." He said.
It was at this point that he felt the creature glare right into his soul, and it broke the shell he kept his heart in, causing fear to stalk down his entire body and break his composure.
So, even though his voice sounded calm and smooth, his heart was hammering against his chest, but he couldn't show that he was weak, thereby giving this creature an advantage over him... Whatever it was.
"That's not for you to decide," The creature said as it chuckled, its dirty teeth that were covered in blood, and its long canines peeked through its smile as it didn't even wait for anything, it lunged at Lucas.
Lucas's eyes widened as he turned around to run away. There was no way he would let that thing, whatever it was, get too close to him and harm him, but as he tried to run, he felt as if hot water had been dumped on his body.
How boiling water that was enough to burn his skin and render him scarred, so he screamed. He screamed so loud and hard that he found himswlf waking up from yet another nightmare and into his room.
Cold sweat dripped down from every pore in his body as he panted, gasping for air and touching his body all about to make sure it had indeed been a nightmare and he hadn't been doused with hot water.
"I-it was a dream." He said himself, relieved but scared. What sort of dream was that this time around?
It was always about him running from creatures with red eyes that he couldn't see, but this time, that creature had kidnapped him and even... He gulped... Spoke about having his blood.
A trafficer? He wondered.
He pinched himself a bit to make sure he had come back to his senses and wasn't in another dream. And sure enough, this was reality.
"Ouch," he said as he swung his leg off the bed and headed to the kitchen. Every step he took felt so foreign. This was the impact from the nughrmare.
He got to his refrigerator, opened it, and reached for the glass of milk he put there. Because he hadn't eaten, he felt he would at least wake up to drink milk.
He gulped down continuously as he went over everything that had just happened in his dream. This would be the fourth time this week he was having such a crazy nightmare.
He went back to his room, stared at his bed, and asked himself,
"Is it the bed?"
Who knows?
But he's been living here for a long time, so he didn't think the bed was the issue, nor was it the house. So, was it an encounter that caused it?
He roamed his fingers through his hair.
He just couldn't get why he was suffering from nightmares out of nowhere. This wasn't fair.
Lucas didn't know when the sun started rising as he had been lying in bed for a while, unable to go back to sleep. As soon as his alarm rang, he sat up from the bed as he rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.
"Shoot." he said as he jumped out of bed, grabbing his towel as he ran into the bathroom.
Although he woke up early because of the nightmare, he still ended up needing the alarm clock to get him out of bed and about for his morning to begin.
Today was the day when the cafe hosted an annual coffee contest and he was supposed to be there to help Devon but he overslept and set the timer a little later than usual.
Dressed in ash slacks and a white top, he grabbed his phone as he ran to work. Devon looked at the youngsters, who had signed up for this competition, as they were busy making coffee with a small smile, but that smile just looked fake as his eyes kept darting back and forth to the door.
This contest was made to create awareness for Cafe De'Lux. It was being streamed, and there were people who came specifically to watch. Giving away a little prize money for this wasn't too bad.
Devon had been expecting Lucas to be here thirty minutes before the event but he got nothing.
Did he put too much fate in him? It might've been that he was going to soft on him lately. Well, it couldn't be helped. He'd need someone else to help him supervise then.
As he decided to call for backup, he noticed Lucas, who ran into the cafe, breathing heavily.
"S-sorry I'm late, boss." Lucas said as he brushed his hair out of his face, sweat dripping from it as everyone looked at him skeptically.
Devon smiled, silent for a while as he watched Lucas out of breath and glittering sweat rolling on that nice-looking neck of his. It was almost like he could taste the sweat.
The blood that would flow from that neck would certainly be delicious.
Then, he turned to everyone, annoying Lucas.
"Everyone, this is Lucas. He'll be giving us a hand for today's event. Say hi, everyone." He said, his voice clipped yet warm. His craving nearly took control of his voice so he just went with the flow.