I always have this dream. Maybe once a month. It honestly is something that haunts me. I often want it to go away, but yet I have no luck with that happening. I guess we could call it a childhood memory. Expect it's one of those memories you remember, but at the same time you don't remember it. I'm not sure what they call those. False memories? Except it doesn't seem so false. Maybe a distant memory, but I remember it too much for it to be distant.

In the dream it always starts off with me walking home from elementary school (grade school). I was in the highest level of school at this time. 5th grade and my graduation was soon. I often walked home because my house was near the school anyway. I did not want my parents to have the hassles of driving when I could just walk home.

On that particular day it was raining. Therefore, I carried an umbrella with me. It wasn't drizzling either. It was pouring down rain. In the middle of the summer. It was like the universe was trying to tell me that something peculiar was going to happen that day.

A loud clap of thunder sounded. I, of course, didn't get scared at all. I only kept stepping them the water soak my tennis shoes. I could feel the water seep inside getting even my sock wet. That was an uncomfortable feeling giving me more encouragement to make it home.

Yet, I got stopped in my tracks as someone bumped into me. Knocking me down on my butt onto the wet concrete. Getting the back of my pants soaked. My umbrella also got knocked out my hand and the wind was pulling it away from me.

The person who had knocked me down fell onto my lap. They felt pretty light, but had enough force to knock me down. I heard their high pitched voice yelp when they ran into me. Convincing me it was a girl.

Only to look up to see crimson red eyes looking back into mine. That, was weird. Not an ordinary color for eyes. It was almost like I was in a trance by them. I was fascinated if anything.

As the person backed up a little I could make out the face more. This person, was actually a boy. A boy who looked around my age. I couldn't really tell whether he was younger or older, but he was somewhere around my age. He actually looked my size.

"I..." I tried to start a conversation, so that we weren't just awkwardly staring at each other, but nothing came out. I didn't know what to say.

It suddenly came back to me, at that moment, that it was still pouring down rain. And both him and I were getting soaked. It also came to my attention that he didn't have an umbrella. Which was probably why he was in a rush anyway.

I got up and grabbed my umbrella before it got too far away from me. "You don't have an umbrella do you? If you want I could walk you home." I tried to be generous towards the boy.

The boy himself still did not speak to me. Maybe he didn't speak my language? Or maybe he didn't know how to speak? Or it could've just been the fact that he was rude and didn't recognize generosity even if it hit him upon the head.

Yet, even without speaking his grabbed my hand and stood up from the ground. His crimson eyes still locked on to mine. It was beginning to freak me out a little. The eyes were such a beautiful red. That it reminded me of a rose, but eyes should not be that color.

Suddenly, his arms wrapped around my neck. Like he was cradling me. I was too shocked to move. 'Maybe, he is just giving me a thank you hug?' Went through my mind at the time. I wrapped my arms around his waist to respond to his action.

He put his face in the crook of my neck. I felt his hair brush against my face. His hair was so soft. Delicate. I almost ran my fingers through it, so that I could get more of a feeling. But that would have been weird. Because I didn't know this boy.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. A prick. Like a mosquito bite except the mosquito is that size of a human boy and the pain is much more noticeable and worse.

I gasped out in pain and pushed the boy away from me. I put my hand on the place where I felt the prick feeling a warm liquid touch my hand.

As I looked at the boy the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My breath got shaky at the image in front of me. His eyes seemed to glow as crimson red blood was dripping down his chin. My blood.

"V-Vam..." I heard my own voice tremble. I had never felt so much fear in my life. I removed my hand from neck to see it covered in blood. The world around me seemed to blur. As I watched the boy's mouth move. He was telling me something, but I couldn't hear it. I could see the people running up behind him though. Almost like they were coming to collect him. After that it was black. Pitch dark black.

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That was it. That was the dream. After that I would wake up in a cold sweat. Groaning in frustrating. One of the realest, yet most annoying dreams I was basically forced to have.

That dream had been happening to me since I was in 5th grade. Now with me being 17. Yet I have no real memory, feeling, or reconciliation of that day ever happening. It felt real, but at the same time it wasn't real. Plus the boy was a vampire. So it definitely had to me my mind playing tricks on me. But to have that same dream at least once a month. I even went to therapy for it. Nothing worked.

If I want to start this story correctly then I should probably start on the day when a particular man came into town. The leader of the city. He wasn't a King or anything, but he had a lot of power. And with that power he had a wife and 3 sons. One of the sons would basically be the one to, I wouldn't say ruin my life, but make it way more interesting.

A/N: This is my first Jikook story. I'm excited and I hope you like it. 🥴