It was at an event that I discovered another side to him. He was someone familiar, someone I knew very well from young.
We were alone at one corner having our conversation when his color suddenly faded and his fangs appeared. I dropped my wine glass in horror as he crept forward, wanting to bite my neck. With all my strength, I pushed him away and fled as fast as I could. I held my trench coat as close as possible and rushed down the hallway in my heels. It was in the washroom that I ran into a college lecturer who's acquainted with us and told her everything.
What I don't understand here is, how could I possibly dream of an interaction with a vampire when I've never watched Twilight.