Evelyn was abruptly woken from her dream by a loud boom in the distance. The windows and and china on her shelves shook slightly as she peered around with owl eyes in the dark, wondering what had happened. She glanced out the window she had fallen asleep under to see a few townspeople actually going outside and she realized an explosive must have went off or earthquake must have happened. She sighed and rubbed her tired eyes, grateful for the wakeup call either way. Her dream had turned into a nightmare. She had been wandering through the city at night, heels making dull thuds on the street and echoing off the brick walls. She had been wearing a hooded cloak, forest green, and a peasant dress that ruffled around her breast and accented her waist before falling A-line into a white round skirt. Her hair was plaited but resting over her shoulder instead of down her back, and she was running from someone. She kept peering around corners, gripping rough walls of shops and tearing up her nails while she tried to escape whatever was chasing her. That’s when a firm hand had gripped her arm. She could not scream. She could not escape. She was frozen, sharp teeth penetrating her skin as she closed her eyes and mouthed a scream. The mix of pain and a release were surging through her when her eyes had popped open from the boom. 

Evelyn tried to forget the dream and quickly got up to grab her coat, wrapping it around her night gown and rushing outside. Word was spreading of something having happened up at the Kingsley mansion, where all the vampire talk originated from. Evelyn stared up towards the manor, wondering if perhaps vampire talk wasn’t all that silly.