You woke up in a pool of your own, cold sweat. You were trembling, you were scared. Scared of what? A dream. At least, that's what you thought, or hoped, it was. His blood red eyes were piercing a hole through your skull as you looked through the little opening of your aqua colored curtains in the middle of the night. The moon was covered in a thick layer of black clouds. The dim moonlight accentuating something on the building across your window room. Something that almost seemed like...wings. Angelic wings? Oh no, everything but. They were black as death, Death itself. You wanted to look away, pretend it never happened, that you were dreaming. But his eyes kept you in his posession. His black wings were stretched out. They were at least two times bigger than you were. They were tense, moving up and down very slightly, almost careful. A dangerous smile played on his lips. Not a kind of smile that makes you want to squeel, god no. A smile that let's you know you are going to die.