I opened my eyes and gasped. I looked around and saw that I was lying in bed, shivering. I saw the window partially open, letting in cool air. I stumbled towards it and closed it. I leaned against the window and closed my eyes, taking in slow breaths. After a few seconds passed, I finally opened my eyes and turned round, and pressed my back to the wall. My legs started to tremble and soon gave in to exhaustion and I slid to the ground. Then I pressed my head to my knees and stared at my thighs which seemed as dark as night. I felt a presence and looked up in a deliberately slow movement. Eshell was there leaning against the wall and her feet were crossed. She looked smug and when I did not say anything she started to grin.
“So it wasn’t a dream?” I asked my voice husky.
“It was not a dream, Good-looking.” She said in anticipation.
I heard the squeaky turn of the knob that belonged to my door. I stared at the knob as it turned and then Eshell disappeared, without me noticing. After what seemed like a century later, the door opened and someone feminine stood in the doorway.
“You okay, honey?” she asked softly.
I ran to her with inhumanly speed and I grabbed her shoulders and lunged for her neck. A few minutes later I realized what I had done. I looked around and saw that I had blood all over my shirt and pants; I licked my lips and tasted blood, sending me into a near frenzy. I saw her face, pale and un-alive. I reached for her face but dropped it as I saw the blood on my hands. I had killed her, I had killed my wife…