A fresh ocean breeze fluttered the sheer curtains that hung over the door to the balcony overlooking the Hawaiian beach. It was the beginning of a beautiful and peaceful night, such a tragedy that the vampire Mithias would be unable to enjoy it. He awoke abruptly, disturbed by the voice that left an echo in his mind. It had been so real, so unnatural, that it must have been due to the influence of another being. Mithias sat up, contemplating the unexplained rage that had welled up inside him. Had some external entity dared to pierce his mental defenses? He looked around suspiciously, furious at the possibility of such a thing, and in denial of the fact that it scared him. 

Times were chaotic in his world. The war between vampires and humans had swollen to a head once again, and he feared for those he loved. A heretofore peaceful slumber had been good for him.

But something was still there, in the room, an echo of a presence. The voice, the sense of hatred, felt like it had a direction. There was some kind of a surreal tether that Mithias could sense, and he walked outside to reach out to it with his supernaturally gifted will. 

Concentrating, Mithias felt himself making progress. The source of the disturbance was getting closer. After a moment, the world around him swirled and changed into another world. 

A heard of wild pink unicorns charged at him screaming their horselike neighs. Sparkling hooves struck fire on the rocks and blood ran from their fanged mouths as they banked to chase him. Instinctively, Mithias ran, leaping over a pot of gold and skirting between big fluffy clouds with smiley faces on them. Some twisted music was playing and teddy bears danced holding presents over their heads. Rounding a corner, he met with another pink unicorn that reared up in fright. Its red eyes focused on him as it recognized him as a meal. Mithias slashed across it's thick neck with his sword and dodged to the side, splashing himself and everything with unicorn blood. He ran again in a blind direction. He had to get out of here. 

Willing it to happen, Mithias concentrated again, concentrated on escape. He didn't care where to. Once more the world swirled and opened up into nice, quiet darkness. Mithias dived into it and spun around, holding up his weapons. His sight adjusted and he realized he was alone, or seemed to be, and this was yet another very foreign place.