My Beautiful Nightmare

It was a high shrilling sound that got me up and awake.  I carefully wipe off small droplets of sweat that started to form on my forehead. I’ve got another nightmare. Death is normal. It never bothered me. But tonight it got me up and shouting at the top of my lungs.

I am a forensic expert and seeing blood doesn’t affect me. It’s a piece of cake. So why am I feeling tense tonight?

I reached out to my side table grabbing my alarm clock saying 2 am in the morning. Great. I will lose much sleep than I ever expected. The nightmare replayed on my mind as I stare around in the room, darkness blinding me.

The dream is bizarre. I was standing in a dark alleyway waiting for someone. I could feel my pulse beating rapidly, my hands clasped are cold and long, as if they were not mine, and I can feel the desire at the back of my throat. I wanted to kill. I want to see blood, to touch the warmness of it in the bareness of my skin, to taste it with my tongue. In my mind it sounded repulsive but my senses think otherwise, it got excited with the thought.

I moved, like a cat in the middle of the moonless sky. Then, I found her, my prey. She wears a sexy red leather fitted dress that clings on her body like a second skin. Her red lipstick compliments her pale white skin. She looks hot ad delicious. I want to frown but my muscles smiled instead. Unnerving of me for lusting over a woman. Yet, this is a dream. I know it is.

I glided with confidence welcoming her with my hands open wide. She looks surprised at first but after a while she gave me a blank stare as if she see’s past me. She walked slowly towards me and in tiptoes met my lips. I smiled as I kissed her back my right hand on her waist and my left hand drawing circles on her back. I moved passionately kissing her chin and settling on her neck. I can feel her throbbing pulse under lips and I licked it heartily. She moaned in pleasure as I continued to do wonders on her neck and pulling her close to me by the waist making our bodies lose the gap.

In a flash, I sank my teeth deep into her neck. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment but it was quickly replaced by a dreamy sigh. She dropped on my hands lifeless and drained as I licked my lips.

The night is young and I can feel the power growing inside me like a heat that can’t be explained. I dropped her dead in the cold streets and walked without a noise as hurried steps started to come closer. I hide behind the shadows as people huddled at the woman I just suck the life off.

Then there’s a high shrilling scream that pounded my heart with intensity and fright, then I woke up.

I stood up deciding to drink a glass of water. It was a dream but I can feel something weird on my taste buds. My mouth tasted like blood. I touched the tip of my lips as I discovered I bit my lower lip giving my mouth a metallic taste. Bad luck. I seriously want to gag.

My cellphone rang furiously and I walked back the room. I saw our department chief in the caller ID revealing there must be a murder case at this time of the night. Talk about timing.

“hello?”

“Cassie,” he replied in a deep voice. “We need a back up forensic in a crime scene now. Are you up?”

“I think I am since I’m talking to you.”

“Don’t make me angry.”

“Sorry.” I said not meaning it. “You asked I just answered.”

He sighed as if he had a long day already. “Come here. I’ll text you the direction. Be here in 10 minutes.” Then a click. If it’s him, he never bothers to say goodbye. I’m used to it.

I changed from my pink pajamas to black slacks and white polo shirt. I fastened my holster carrying my handguns and extra amno. I have a small Daewoo pistol fastened safety on my waist trying out if I could easily take them out if worst comes to worst. I don’t actually need guns but my life comes first than the dead. I can never be too slack into not carrying a gun. I completed my outfit with another layer of jacket hiding the gun underneath.

Then again, people wouldn’t be frightened at the sight of me. Some people even say I’m too pretty for my profession. I don’t believe them. They just want me locked up in some office because they think I can’t take care of myself. The hardest part of working with men is that you either get their approval or they become overprotective. In my experience, I’ve experienced both but in the end I’m the one protecting their ass.

I am small, standing five feet two with long slim legs and white pale skin. If people don’t know I work for the police they often mistake me as a short model. My black hair hangs on my face perfectly like curtains that hides my eyes too big and brown to be considered local. I am half Korean, my mom is from Europe, somewhere over there since I haven’t met her myself.

I quickly drove to the crime scene, Chief isn’t happy to see me but I knew better. I have earned his respect and that’s what matters.

“Cassie.”

“Chief.”  We exchanged nods.

He is Chief police sergeant Harry. He sure is attractive but he’s sucks.

 “You’ve got the last look then everyone can go.” He said not even looking at me. “Just call me later so I can give a statement to the media.”

I bit my tongue so I wouldn't answer him back. One of the things he likes most is talking to the media. Talk about publicity.

I am accompanied by Shindong, Ryeowook and Lizzy, colleagues in the police force. We look harmless. Like a bunch of kids playing on the wrong place. Shindong is huge but he can move fast. I can fully trust my back on him. He is the most reliable out of the three. Ryeowook on the other hand is lanky and delicate. The type of guy that gets bullied a lot in school, then again, maybe that’s the reason he entered the police force. Lizzy, another woman of my caliber is the sweet happy one in our team. She stands taller than me and her smile brightens the room. She’s lively and upbeat. She never experienced murder or her life being threatened before, that’s the difference between the two of us.

“Does it look bad?” I asked no one in particular.

The two men just shrugged their shoulders and Lizzy smiled triumphantly as if things like these doesn’t scare her. Good handling considering it’s her first time.

“It’s not that bad.”

We walked a small alley way leading to the murder scene. I can feel goose bumps on my hands as I felt a pair of eyes looking at me. I put my hand under my jacket holding to my Daewoo pistol.

I gave a gasp at what I saw. I found myself staring at a familiar woman in red, lifeless in the floor.

What the hell is going on?

She's the same woman in my dream.

My Beautiful Nightmare

It was a high shrilling sound that got me up and awake.  I carefully wipe off small droplets of sweat that started to form on my forehead. I’ve got another nightmare. Death is normal. It never bothered me. But tonight it got me up and shouting at the top of my lungs.

I am a forensic expert and seeing blood doesn’t affect me. It’s a piece of cake. So why am I feeling tense tonight?

I reached out to my side table grabbing my alarm clock saying 2 am in the morning. Great. I will lose much sleep than I ever expected. The nightmare replayed on my mind as I stare around in the room, darkness blinding me.

The dream is bizarre. I was standing in a dark alleyway waiting for someone. I could feel my pulse beating rapidly, my hands clasped are cold and long, as if they were not mine, and I can feel the desire at the back of my throat. I wanted to kill. I want to see blood, to touch the warmness of it in the bareness of my skin, to taste it with my tongue. In my mind it sounded repulsive but my senses think otherwise, it got excited with the thought.

I moved, like a cat in the middle of the moonless sky. Then, I found her, my prey. She wears a sexy red leather fitted dress that clings on her body like a second skin. Her red lipstick compliments her pale white skin. She looks hot ad delicious. I want to frown but my muscles smiled instead. Unnerving of me for lusting over a woman. Yet, this is a dream. I know it is.

I glided with confidence welcoming her with my hands open wide. She looks surprised at first but after a while she gave me a blank stare as if she see’s past me. She walked slowly towards me and in tiptoes met my lips. I smiled as I kissed her back my right hand on her waist and my left hand drawing circles on her back. I moved passionately kissing her chin and settling on her neck. I can feel her throbbing pulse under lips and I licked it heartily. She moaned in pleasure as I continued to do wonders on her neck and pulling her close to me by the waist making our bodies lose the gap.

In a flash, I sank my teeth deep into her neck. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment but it was quickly replaced by a dreamy sigh. She dropped on my hands lifeless and drained as I licked my lips.

The night is young and I can feel the power growing inside me like a heat that can’t be explained. I dropped her dead in the cold streets and walked without a noise as hurried steps started to come closer. I hide behind the shadows as people huddled at the woman I just suck the life off.

Then there’s a high shrilling scream that pounded my heart with intensity and fright, then I woke up.

I stood up deciding to drink a glass of water. It was a dream but I can feel something weird on my taste buds. My mouth tasted like blood. I touched the tip of my lips as I discovered I bit my lower lip giving my mouth a metallic taste. Bad luck. I seriously want to gag.

My cellphone rang furiously and I walked back the room. I saw our department chief in the caller ID revealing there must be a murder case at this time of the night. Talk about timing.

“hello?”

“Cassie,” he replied in a deep voice. “We need a back up forensic in a crime scene now. Are you up?”

“I think I am since I’m talking to you.”

“Don’t make me angry.”

“Sorry.” I said not meaning it. “You asked I just answered.”

He sighed as if he had a long day already. “Come here. I’ll text you the direction. Be here in 10 minutes.” Then a click. If it’s him, he never bothers to say goodbye. I’m used to it.

I changed from my pink pajamas to black slacks and white polo shirt. I fastened my holster carrying my handguns and extra amno. I have a small Daewoo pistol fastened safety on my waist trying out if I could easily take them out if worst comes to worst. I don’t actually need guns but my life comes first than the dead. I can never be too slack into not carrying a gun. I completed my outfit with another layer of jacket hiding the gun underneath.

Then again, people wouldn’t be frightened at the sight of me. Some people even say I’m too pretty for my profession. I don’t believe them. They just want me locked up in some office because they think I can’t take care of myself. The hardest part of working with men is that you either get their approval or they become overprotective. In my experience, I’ve experienced both but in the end I’m the one protecting their ass.

I am small, standing five feet two with long slim legs and white pale skin. If people don’t know I work for the police they often mistake me as a short model. My black hair hangs on my face perfectly like curtains that hides my eyes too big and brown to be considered local. I am half Korean, my mom is from Europe, somewhere over there since I haven’t met her myself.

I quickly drove to the crime scene, Chief isn’t happy to see me but I knew better. I have earned his respect and that’s what matters.

“Cassie.”

“Chief.”  We exchanged nods.

He is Chief police sergeant Harry. He sure is attractive but he’s sucks.

 “You’ve got the last look then everyone can go.” He said not even looking at me. “Just call me later so I can give a statement to the media.”

I bit my tongue so I wouldn't answer him back. One of the things he likes most is talking to the media. Talk about publicity.

I am accompanied by Shindong, Ryeowook and Lizzy, colleagues in the police force. We look harmless. Like a bunch of kids playing on the wrong place. Shindong is huge but he can move fast. I can fully trust my back on him. He is the most reliable out of the three. Ryeowook on the other hand is lanky and delicate. The type of guy that gets bullied a lot in school, then again, maybe that’s the reason he entered the police force. Lizzy, another woman of my caliber is the sweet happy one in our team. She stands taller than me and her smile brightens the room. She’s lively and upbeat. She never experienced murder or her life being threatened before, that’s the difference between the two of us.

“Does it look bad?” I asked no one in particular.

The two men just shrugged their shoulders and Lizzy smiled triumphantly as if things like these doesn’t scare her. Good handling considering it’s her first time.

“It’s not that bad.”

We walked a small alley way leading to the murder scene. I can feel goose bumps on my hands as I felt a pair of eyes looking at me. I put my hand under my jacket holding to my Daewoo pistol.

I gave a gasp at what I saw. I found myself staring at a familiar woman in red, lifeless in the floor.

What the hell is going on?

She's the same woman in my dream.