Darryl stalked the fairy, his ears tuned into the young man’s heartbeat. He could smell the blood that flowed just beneath his skin and it made him hungry. He made his move and the fairy turned and it was Garret looking at him with horrified eyes. He couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t keep his fingers from tangling in Garret’s hair or his fangs from sinking into his throat. He begged himself to stop as that all too familiar taste washed over his tongue. He was killing him, he knew it, but he couldn’t stop.
“Darryl?” The voice broke through the terror. “Hey, Darryl wake up.” He snapped awake, his heart beating a million miles per hour as he tried to get away from Garret, but the fairy held onto him and pulled him back. “Easy, it’s okay.”
Darryl looked around then back at Garret, his hands coming up and framing his face. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He checked his neck and wrists, even threw back the covers to check his body.
“Hey, I’m fine. You were having a nightmare.”
Darryl let out a sigh. “Damn it.”
“It’s not, I woke you again.” He reached up and brushed Garret’s cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“I can call my parents and cancel the trip.”
“No, I want to meet your family, it’s just…all that fairy blood. I know it’s stupid.”
“It’s not.” Garret moved closer. “It’s okay to be scared.”
“I don’t deserve you.”