So that night after she closed the book, satisfied and exhausted Violette expected a dreamless sleep to be awaiting her. Which at first is what she got.

Then late in the evening the dream started. It was just as vivid as the rest, and once again the setting was completely different.

Violette found herself walking an old dirt path through a forest. The skies were as they had been all week, dismal and cloudy. And a slight mist of rain left water dripping down through the trees. Though she was all alone in the unfamiliar forest she was not scared, and her body seemed to know exactly where she was going.

She found herself turning at the end of the path to a small opening on a hill. There was a giant willow tree and the view overlooked a small pond. As she walked through the mist to the tree she noticed several small pillars in front of it.

The closer she walked through the high grass to the pillars she recognized them as what they were, gravestones. Four old stones covered slightly in moss and wet dew as here everything seemed to be.

She reached her hand to the first one, pushing back some of the moss so she could read the name on the stone. Her hand froze as she cleared the name and date. It was impossible. The simple stone read:

Grayson Abbott

Cherished Son

1813-1839

Violette inhaled the thick air deeply, rereading the stone, trying to take in what she was seeing.

Surely it had to of been a coincidence, a family name.

She did not hear anyone approach behind her, but that feeling was there as it always was. Violette was not alone. This was his cue, her beautiful vampire.

She spun around expectantly and was met again in an intense gaze only inches from her panicked face.

She could not breathe, she could not think.

Her beautiful vampire reached his hands to her face and leaned in to her ear smoothly as silk he whispered, “Violette, wake up.”

She felt him pull back and place a soft kiss on her cheek, before the tree, and the opening all faded to black.

When Violette’s eyes opened she felt the chills pulsing through her body, and sweat dripping slightly off her forehead in a cold sweat.