Tempting Dragons.

BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! BLOOD!! CLATTER!! CLATTER!! CLATTER!! (DRAGON’S ROAR) Zephyra gave out a loud cry on her bed and jerked up from her sleep. Breathing hastily about the dreadful dream she just had. Blood flowed down the rocks. Three unknown men made love to her, ignoring the stench of blood and corrupted dead bodies. The land was dark, deserted, with vultures feasting on bodies. She heard the cries of sad souls howling in the air. What kind of dream was this? It’s been almost her entire life she’s been having this dream. Why can’t she stop it? Why can’t she get over it? Was she cursed to never be happy but to be tormented for her entire life? Her mother keeps saying it would go away, but it doesn’t cease, yet it keeps getting worse with each passing day. It keeps getting scary and scarier by the day. Was she reborn into some certain world in the past? Then committed an ill-fated curse to feel tormented for the rest of her life, so she wouldn’t forget about it in her next life. She was going crazy and watching too many movies; she thought. She looked around her surroundings and noticed nothing unusual. Everything was in place, and it remained in its respective position. All she could hear was silence. She felt relieved and glad she was home. Her gaze fell on her wall clock struck to the pink designer’s wall which Ethan made for her. The time was just eight in the morning, cold, moist, and due for the day. The memories of her dream flashed before her eyes. She immediately shut out her thoughts. She could feel her white singlet soaked to her torso. The sweat was so much she attempted to get out of bed until she rubbed her hands over her shaped expression, almond-shaped eyes, and her pointed nose. She was sort of pale to the skin, letting her long blonde hair cascade past her waist and looked at the alarm clock, which rang nonstop. She quickly switched it off, aghast, and stared at her hands, which shook terribly and were pale to the skin. It has happened again. She can’t believe that she dreamt about those guys again. Who were they, and why does she keep seeing them in her dreams, having s*x with them? It felt so real. Too good to be true. Zephyra gasped at her parted legs and stared shockingly at her soaked pink pants. How wet and slimy it was. How it stuck to her v****a and stained the bed. She has never gotten so wet to this extent in her entire life, not even with Ethan. What is going on? She got embarrassed and took off the blanket, silently got up from her pink fluffy bed, and stepped down from the bed. She took off her soaked pants and put it among her dirty clothes in the laundry basket and trudged to the bathroom. Zephyra could feel c*m dripping down her v****a. Her eyes went dizzy with want. She wanted to have s*x so badly. At the moment, she was weary, and she felt wounded down there. Why? Why does her body feel so much trauma...and horny? She stepped into the shower and turned on the warm shower. Its water glistened down her body as it flickered down her skin, which she loved, and she used soap to wash everything off her body. Her knees almost gave way. She tried to stand on her feet but she was weak and famished. Finished with showering, she came out of the shower. Zephyra wrapped her toned curvy body with a white towel to get some coffee for herself. And make it strong enough to start the day and get her brain working. That should do the trick. She will have breakfast, toast a few slices of bread with some eggs or just order food from McDonald’s. She seemed to crave a burger and some fries too. She snatched her phone beside the nightstand and dialed her mom’s number. It rang for a couple of seconds before she picked up. “Hi, sweetie.” Her mom cheerfully greeted her, taking the frying pan of pancakes out of the gas, hoping nothing bad had happened to her daughter. “Hi, Mom.” She barely whispered. Her trembling lips wouldn’t stay still. “You had that same dream again, didn’t you?” “It was terrible.” She mumbled. “I will call you back later, okay? Just take your bath and eat appropriately. I will be there before you know it.” She assured her daughter. “I already took my bath.” She let out. “I just wanted to talk to you, mom.” Why was her body trembling? “I understand, Zephyra. Eat something and watch some movies too. You know, to get your mind off things. I will be there shortly.” “Alright, Mom. I can’t wait to see you.” “I can’t wait to see you, too. Is Ethan there with you?” “No, mom. He went out for his workout.” “Alright, just stay still, sweetie. Mama is coming soon.” She chuckled. Zephyra smiled. “Alright, I will be waiting.” She ended the call. When Ethan returned from his workout, she needed to see him. They are things she needed to explain to him. She came out of the room, descending the bright black staircase barefooted when she stepped on something cold as ice. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and glanced down at her feet. Horrified. She screamed at the top of her lungs, took a step back, and fell to the floor on her butt, quivering in fear. The head of Ethan was before her. His eyes were wide open. His head separated from the rest of his body on the floor. Blood splattered everywhere. A strange man in a black attire and a black hat approached her with his face of black scales. “I know you, Zephyra Scylla. I know everything about you.” His deep and fearsome voice sent chills down her spine. Zephyra gasped in shock and crawled backwards. She was panicking. “Get away from me.” She cried out. “What are you?” “Don’t run away. Make this susceptible and die peacefully. If you don’t, I wouldn’t let you live. You can’t run away from me at the slight of my palm.” He stretched out his hand, covered with a black glove. “What are you talking about?” She kept crawling backwards. ‘WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT?’ She cried out with fear, found the strength to get up from the floor and ran as fast as her feet could carry her out of her apartment. She kept screaming and finally got out of the flat and saw a middle lady. She held the unknown lady’s shoulders. “Please call the cops. My boyfriend died in my apartment. That man was killed…” She panted and swallowed. “He killed him. Please help.” She pointed at the entrance of her apartment.