drying, crumbling, falling piece-by-piece to the forest floor. He twitched on the ground as I watched in horror.
"Squaw!" I screamed, but he was gone. In his place was a large red-brown loaf of Beet Bread with black sesame seed eyes. The loaf faced away from me, pointing toward the shore, the seeds on the back of his shoulders bristling, low growls issuing from between his exposed crevices.
"Bella, run!" Mike neighed again from behind me, but I didn't turn. I was watching a light coming toward me from the beach.
And then Fredward stepped out from the trees, his skin faintly glowing, his eyes black erotic. He held up one hand and beckoned me to come to him. The loaf growled at my feet, angry that they were walking toward my real love.
I took a step forward, toward Fredward. He smiled then, and his teeth were sharp, pointy.
"Trust me," he purred.
I took another step, trusting him. vThe loaf launched himself across the space between me and the vampire, canines aiming for the jugular.
"No!" I screamed, wrenching upright out of my bed.
My sudden movement caused the headphones to pull the CD player off the bedside table, and it clattered to the wooden floor, the batteries popping out.
My light was still on and I was sitting on the bed, fully dressed and with my shoebees still on. I glanced, disoriented, at the clock on my dresser. It was five-thirty in the morning.
I groaned, fell back, and rolled over onto my face, kicking off my shoebees. I was too uncomfortable to get anywhere

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