Ashen Adversary
He can't move, why can't he move? Teeth, fangs are pinning him to the couch, ripping wildly at his throat and the dark, bodiless laughter is in his head as the blood spurts across the room. It's a faceless face and a nameless name, and he doesn't know who it is, but it hurts, and for some reason, he's not dead but he can't move, and--
--A jerks awake, swallowing hard as he rubs sleepily at his eyes. He's here. Safe. In his own bed. His own room. Turning somewhat, he moves to switch on the lamp and glances around accordingly. There's nothing there. Nobody trying to rip his throat out or drink his blood. A presumes that the nightmare is from that horror room. Because nothing else like that has happened to him...
...right?
[[ooc: Thar be biting here. The wrong kind. Continued (a few days after) from here. And, as a quick note, it's essentially a monster attacking a mortal. A isn't becoming a vampire, nor is he attracted to Light in any way, shape, or form XD]]
--A jerks awake, swallowing hard as he rubs sleepily at his eyes. He's here. Safe. In his own bed. His own room. Turning somewhat, he moves to switch on the lamp and glances around accordingly. There's nothing there. Nobody trying to rip his throat out or drink his blood. A presumes that the nightmare is from that horror room. Because nothing else like that has happened to him...
...right?
[[ooc: Thar be biting here. The wrong kind. Continued (a few days after) from here. And, as a quick note, it's essentially a monster attacking a mortal. A isn't becoming a vampire, nor is he attracted to Light in any way, shape, or form XD]]