Story: Vampire

I've been posting a lot...
o well!
here's more of my vampire story!

Beren awoke feeling disconnected. He opened his eyes slowly to find that the cold sun was hanging at the horizon. What happened? He had a vague recollection of flames, and of hearing a song, but it seemed only a dream. Only a dream… He stood slowly, unsettled by the fact that he could remember nothing else of this dream. “Only a dream… It was only a dream…” He tried to convince himself of the fact, then pushed it to the back of his mind and focused on getting back to his castle. He looked around for a moment, then started off in an easterly direction. Keeping his mind on the current task, he tried to avoid thinking on the dream, if dream it was.

The red sun crept slowly higher in the sky, heralding the rise of the yellow sun. Beren moved quicker, hoping he had enough time before the second sunrise. He feared the young sun, having been burned once when he was young. His fear was well founded, for if he was caught in direct sunlight for too long, he would be nothing but ashes.

The castle came into sight, and Beren gave a sigh of relief. Second sunrise would not come for another half hour. Beren opened the front gate and entered a quiet courtyard. The chuckling sound of a fountain and the perfume of flowers all around calmed Beren. He closed his eyes, taking in the heady aroma and the tranquil sound. Sudden exhaustion hit him, and he desperately wanted sleep.

He opened his eyes and headed for a large black door, which opened easily. Beren stepped into a hall, dark and dusty. Several candles were lit, casting a dismal light on the walls. He stalked quickly down the hall toward the doors at the other end, kicking up layers of dust. A dark red door opened to a narrow staircase. Beren bounded up these stairs with the little energy he had left. At the top of the staircase was another door, which Beren opened and walked through.

Through this door was a dark red themed bedroom with no windows, Beren’s bedroom. A large, four-poster bed stood against the back wall, and an ornate wood desk stood opposite the bed. A mirror and washbasin stood in a corner. Few decorations graced the walls. Beren stepped to the bed and fell into it, rolled over, and fell asleep.