Blood Thirsty

*Andy's POV*

I gasped, waking up with a thin layer of sweat coating my white skin. I looked around me, and relaxed when I saw that I was in my bunk, Jinxx sleeping soundly next to me. We were just starting our tour of Europe, and I've been having nightmares since we landed here. I carefully climbed over Jinxx, trying not to wake him up, and walked into the front lounge. I was surprised to see Jake sitting on the couch, staring out the window. "Hey, Andy." He whispered softly, not even looking my way. "Why are you up?" I asked, sitting down next to him. He was silent for a few moments, until he sighed. "I had a really bad nightmare. I don't think it was a good idea for us to come here." He whispered, looking at me, fear evident in his deep brown eyes. "Wanna talk about it?" I asked quietly. "Sure..." He said, pausing before he continued. "In my dream, we are up on stage, having a good time. We finish our last song, then got off stage. I feel like I'm being watched while I head to the dressing room, but I ignore the feeling, thinking nothing of it. I get to the dressing room, and get dressed, take off my eyeliner, you know, the usual stuff. But then, just before I leave, I feel pain in my neck. A burning pain that spreads through my body. It hurts so bad that I pass out. That's when I wake up, crying. I've been having this dream since we got off of the plane, so it can't be just a dream, can it?" He said. I sat there, dumbfounded. Holy shit! He looked at me, confused by my reaction. "What?" He asked. I looked down at the ground, and took a few deep breaths before I looked back at him. "Jake, I know that this is going to sound crazy." I started, waiting for him to nod. "I've been having the same dream."

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