The room spun with golden lights, chandeliers casting their glow over an endless crowd of strangers in elegant gowns and tailored suits. I stood in the center of it all, wearing a dress I had never seen before, its fabric shimmering like starlight, white. I felt out of place, yet somehow, like I belonged.

The music began—a haunting melody that tugged at something deep inside me. My heart raced as he appeared, stepping into the light like he owned the room. A man his face were blurred. I didn’t know his name in the dream, but I felt like I knew him. He wore a prince’s attire, his black suit crisp and regal.

He held out a hand, and before I could think, I took it. His touch was warm, electric, like it was meant to be. He pulled me into the dance, and we moved as if we’d done this a thousand times before. My body responded to his every step, every turn, like muscle memory I couldn’t explain. The mesmerizing music playing  on piano, I heard this music many times.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice smooth but laced with something I couldn’t place.

“Yes,” I whispered, though I didn’t know why.

As we danced, the crowd faded away, leaving just the two of us under the chandelier. The music slowed, and so did my heartbeat. His gaze softened, but there was sadness in it, a sorrow I couldn’t understand.

Then it changed.

His eyes darkened, the softness replaced by something predatory. His face twisted, his jaw elongating, his teeth sharpening into fangs. Blood streaked his once-perfect suit, and his hands, which had held me so gently, tightened like a vise.

“No,” I gasped, trying to pull away, but it was too late.

He lunged, his teeth sinking into my throat. Pain exploded, sharp and all-consuming. I screamed, my voice tearing through the air, but no one came to help. The room dissolved into darkness, and I was falling, endlessly falling.

I woke with a jolt, my chest heaving as I sucked in gulps of air. My scream still echoed in my ears, but the room was silent now. The faint glow of moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting long shadows on the walls. I was drenched in sweat, the sheets twisted around me like chains.

“It’s just a dream,” I whispered, clutching the blanket. My throat felt raw, my heart pounding so hard it hurt.

The door creaked open, and Aunt Remenise rushed in, her face lined with concern. “Elena? Are you okay? I heard you scream.”

“I’m fine,” I lied, though my voice betrayed me.

She sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around me. Her embrace was warm, grounding me back in reality.

“Another bad dream?” she asked softly, brushing my hair from my face.

I nodded, leaning into her shoulder. “The same one. The ballroom. Him. The man. He stabbed me.”

Her arms tightened around me. “Dreams can feel that way sometimes, especially when you’re stressed. It’s your mind playing tricks on you, sweetie.”

But I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t just stress. It was something more.

Remenise pulled back and gave me a reassuring smile. “Try to get some rest. You’ve got school tomorrow, and you’ll need your energy.”

“Yeah,” I murmured, though I knew sleep wouldn’t come easily.

As she left, closing the door behind her, I lay back down, staring at the ceiling. My pulse still raced, and my throat ached as if the bite had been real. But one thing was out of my mind, I always dream of that night, I wore same dress and it was my engagement day. When the figure who always killed me in my dreams never show his face. How can be it possible? It just my mind playing with me like aunt said or it was truth. Only castle can gimme answers of it. I've to go there. I fall asleep.

The morning mist is thicker today, wrapping around the streets like a ghostly blanket. I tug my hood up against the drizzle and hop onto my bike. It’s an old, creaky thing, but it gets me to school.

The air smells of wet leaves, and the fog makes everything feel smaller, closer, like the world is holding its breath.

Halfway to school, I stop suddenly. My breath catches in my throat. There, on the edge of the woods, something moves. A wolf.

Not just any wolf—it’s massive, almost as tall as the mailbox nearby. Its fur is dark, almost black, and its eyes… they’re golden, sharp, and unsettling.

It doesn’t growl or move closer. It just stares at me.

I don’t know how long I stand there, frozen. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the wolf turns and disappears into the fog.

My hands are shaking as I grip the handlebars of my bike. Wolves don’t get that big, right? Not here, not anywhere. I was really tired and frasturated that why it's all coincidence happend with me? Is I'm the reason of it all the accidents, the boy who feed on girls last night, and aunts talking to me in jumbles!

I push the thought away and pedal faster, wanting nothing more than to get to school and forget about it.

By the time I reach the school gates, the wolf feels like a distant memory. The usual buzz of students fills the air—kids laughing, lockers slamming, footsteps echoing in the hallways.

Celia finds me at my locker, as usual. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Just… weird morning of my weird life” I mumble, trying to brush it off.

Celia narrows her eyes but doesn’t press.

The day feels like it’s dragging until I walk into history class. That’s when I see him.

He’s sitting in the back row, staring out the window like he couldn’t care less about anything happening around him.

Lucian.

I don’t know why, but the sight of him sends a strange jolt through me. There’s something familiar about him, though I know I’ve never met him before.

I glance at him again. His dark hair falls across his forehead, and his pale skin almost seems to glow in the gray light streaming through the window.

He doesn’t look at me, not once.

I sit a few rows away, trying to focus on the teacher’s voice, but it’s impossible. I can feel him. It’s like an invisible thread is pulling me toward him, and it’s unnerving. I didn't know it was love or hatred. But it was something!

Then he moves.

His fingers tap rhythmically on the desk, like he’s impatient or restless. He shifts in his seat, his jaw tightening, and for a split second, his eyes flicker toward me.

Our eyes meet.

It’s only for a moment, but it feels like the world stops. His gaze is intense, piercing, like he’s trying to figure me out—or avoid me entirely.

I look away, my cheeks burning.

At lunch, I sit with Celia and her friends. They’re talking about Christmas party happening this month, but I’m not really listening.

The cafeteria feels too loud, too bright, and yet, I feel completely alone.

I glance around and spot Lucian sitting at a table by himself. He’s not eating, not talking to anyone. Just sitting there, staring at his hands.

Celia follows my gaze. “Told you. Weird.”

“Yeah,” I say, but I don’t mean it.

There’s something about him—something that makes me want to understand why he’s so distant, why he looks like he’s carrying the weight of the world. I followed him, he is going into library. I want to stop him but nearby a girl came and my leg slip and hold his hand.

As I holded his hand I lost in visions, visions in which I seeing castle, coffins, basement gate, blood and death and weeding scene that I saw today's morning. I saw he danced with me. I back my hand And my heart beating, I felt  like someone consumed my happiness, like it happened when I saw an animal or something on accident. Then, Lucian look into my eyes wih angry face he shout "stay away from me.!" His eyes filled with tears like he doing it for some reasons. I saw love in his eyes it wasn't normal.

By the time the final bell rings, I’m exhausted. The fog has rolled back in, thicker than before, and the rain has started up again. I didn't know why Lucian dancing with me? Or it's all my deja vù.

As I walk out of the school gates, I feel a strange sense of unease, like someone’s watching me like last night.

I glance over my shoulder, but there’s no one there.

Just the mist, swirling like it’s alive.

The air is damp as I walk my bike along the old cobblestone path that cuts through the misty woods. The incident and other incidents making my mind burn, I feel anger like i wanna killed someone. The drizzle is soft, but persistent, and the fog wraps around the trees like a shroud, making everything feel otherworldly.

I can barely see the castle in the distance, its silhouette rising against the gray sky. People in town always talk about it, calling it haunted, abandoned. I’ve never paid much attention, but today, I can’t shake the pull after seeing it in vision.

Something about it calls to me, like a voice I can’t hear but feel deep inside.

Before I realize it, I’m standing in front of the rusted iron gate. It creaks open, loud and grating, as if welcoming me or warning me.

The path beyond is overgrown, lined with ancient trees whose branches seem to reach for me. The grass is wet, the scent of rain and earth heavy in the air.

I should turn back. Every instinct tells me to. But I don’t. I want answers.

The castle door is massive, its wood dark and weathered. I hesitate before pushing it open, and the sound echoes like a distant thunderclap.

Inside, the air is cold and still, the kind of silence that feels alive. Dust coats everything—broken furniture, shattered chandeliers, torn tapestries.

But there’s something else.

A feeling.

It’s like I’m being watched.

I glance behind me, but there’s no one there. The whispers start faintly, soft like the wind, but I can’t make out the words.

My feet move on their own, carrying me up a grand staircase. The wood creaks beneath me, and the whispers grow louder.

At the top, I find a door. Unlike the rest of the castle, this one looks untouched—clean, almost inviting.

I push it open.

The room inside is spotless.

The light from the rain-smeared windows flickers as candles burn on a table. The air smells faintly of old books and something sweet, like flowers I can’t name.

A piano sits in the corner.

It’s the only thing in the room that feels alive.

I step closer, my heart pounding. The music begins softly, filling the air with a melody I’ve heard before.

No, not just heard.

I’ve dreamed of it.

The notes wrap around me, pulling me into a memory I don’t understand. Without thinking, I start singing the words to the song. My voice feels foreign, like it belongs to someone else.

“Every day, we started fighting. And every night we fell in love…”

The music stops.

The room grows colder.

I turn to leave, but a door behind me creaks open, slow and deliberate.

I freeze, every nerve in my body screaming at me to run. But I don’t move.

Instead, I step toward the door. It leads to another hall, as I up my face I saw its design. It was the hall where I got killed.