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''Do you love me?'' I can still hear her asking me in my dreams. 
''Do you LOVE ME?'' 
YES, I answer. YES....and you know true love never dies.  
Then I wake up screaming.  
In another dream, her head tilts up to mine and her pouty lips part, like a partially open flower, a rose, ready to be kissed. As I begin to kiss her, that's when she changes; she shrivels up like a dried prune, her raven hair growing coarse and matted, seeming to melt from a pretty, blue steel color to an ugly black that spills down over the ghost like whiteness of her sunken cheeks.  
Her normally blue eyes shrink back into their sockets and go beady, the whites disappearing, and she stands there staring at me with tiny orbs that resemble black pearls. Her mouth becomes a cavernous maw from which crooked yellow teeth protrude, along with two sharp canines dripping with blood.  
I try to scream; to wake up.  
But I can't.  
I'm caught. She always seems to catch me just as I'm almost free....., I'm in the grip of a huge vampire bat.  
Dark shadows filled with unearthly nightmares sway before my eyes. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolls midnight.  
''Do you love?'' it whispers in my ear. ''Do you love ME?''  
I smell decay on it's breath; the smell of rotten flowers removed from between the pages of an old book, the smell of age...of death.  
''Yes,'' I tell the bat-thing. ''Yes.....and you know true love never dies.''  
I feel dread; revulsion, as we come together now in an embrace, but it is impossible for me to draw back from her. I feel her rough, leathery wings as she wraps them around me like a death shroud. 
Her eyes hypnotize me, mesmerize me. It is useless for me to try and fight her power.  
As her power engulfs me, steals my soul, I am tortured by dreadful dreams again, of running on all fours, my face shrunken and contorted, sniffing the night air, smelling.....blood.  
She runs beside me, my lover, smelling my sex.  
She lays beneath me now, as we make unearthly love under a fat full moon. I plant my seed, taste her blood, as she does mine.  
We become as one, and will soon become as three.  
''Do you love me?'' I ask her, as we now soar through the night sky, winged children of the night.  
''Yes,'' she tells me, ''and you know true love never dies.'' 
Then I wake up screaming.

david ''doc''byron

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The following comments are for "Dream Lover"
by docblood

I liked it. The way you broke it up into threes was good, because it made it more sequential than continuous. However, I thought you could have elaborated more; I felt it lacked detail, though of course I have no idea how to help, or if help was really needed.

The inept critic

( Posted by: Washer [Member] On: April 22, 2003 )

more meat please
In spite of the title of this comment I did enjoy this little tale of true love gone nighmarishly wrong. However I agree with Washer that you needed more detail, maybe how they met, what the "real" connection is. Love is an oversimplification for the real ties that bind, and if I could see those strings in this story I'm sure I would have enjoyed it more.

( Posted by: Bartleby [Member] On: April 22, 2003 )

Hmmmm. . .
This is better than the pimple thing, but you do need to relax a little and spread out more. Develop a friendship with your readers. They complete your art. I can still see a definite talent here, I hope you keep writing.

( Posted by: susanb55 [Member] On: October 23, 2003 )

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