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    VAMPIRE
    DREAMS
     
    by
     
    J.R. RAIN
     
    A Samantha Moon Story
     
     
     
     
    Acclaim for J.R. Rain:
     
    “ Be prepared to lose sleep!”
    — James Rollins , international bestselling author of The Doomsday Key on J.R. Rain’s The Lost Ark
     
    “ I love this!”
    — Piers Anthony , bestselling author of Xanth on J.R. Rain’s Moon Dance
     
    “ Dark Horse is the best book I’ve read in a long time!”
    — Gemma Halliday , Rita award-winning author of Scandal Sheet
     
     
     
    OTHER BOOKS BY J.R. RAIN
    The Lost Ark
    The Body Departed
    Elvis Has Not Left the Building
    Silent Echo (coming soon)
    All the Way Back Home (coming soon)
    A Small Sea Rises (coming soon)
     
    VAMPIRE FOR HIRE SERIES
    Moon Dance
    Vampire Moon
    American Vampire
    Moon Child
    Christmas Moon
    Vampire Dawn
    Vampire Games
    Moon Island (coming soon)
     
    SAMANTHA MOON SHORT STORIES
    Teeth and Other Stories
    Vampire Nights and Other Stories
    Vampires Blues: Four Stories
    Vampire Dreams
     
    THE JIM KNIGHTHORSE SERIES
    Dark Horse
    The Mummy Case
    Hail Mary
    Clean Slate (coming soon)
     
    THE SPINOZA SERIES
    The Vampire With the Dragon Tattoo
    The Vampire Who Played Dead
    The Vampire in the Iron Mask
     
    THE GRAIL QUEST TRILOGY
    Arthur
    Merlin (coming soon)
    Lancelot (coming soon)
     
    WITH PIERS ANTHONY
    Aladdin Relighted
    Aladdin Sins Bad
    Aladdin and the Flying Dutchman
    Aladdin’s Odyssey (coming soon)
    Dragon Assassin (coming soon)
     
    WITH SCOTT NICHOLSON
    Cursed!
    Ghost College
    The Vampire Club
    Bad Blood (also with H.T. Night)
    Spider Web
     
    WITH AIDEN JAMES
    The Temple of the Jaguar
     
    OTHER SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS
    The Bleeder and Other Stories
    Vampires Rain and Other Stories
     
    SCREENPLAYS
    Judas Silver
    Lost Eden
     
    AS EDITOR
    Ghost Soldier
    Ghost Fire
    Ghost Hall
    Ghost Tattoo
    Ghost Town
     
    NON-FICTION
    The Rain Interviews
     
     
    VAMPIRE DREAMS
    Published by J.R. Rain
    Copyright © 2010 by J.R. Rain
     
    Ebook Kindle Edition, License Notes
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    Dedication
    To those who have given their lives for what they believe in. May you never be forgotten.
     
     
     
    Vampire Dreams
     
     
     
    “ They say we are dead. I say, are you truly alive?”
    — Diary of the Undead
     
     
     
    Vampire Dreams
     
     
     
    1.
     
    The dream came again.
    It was the third dream in as many days. Normally I don’t dream. Normally I close my eyes and sink into an eternal darkness, and don’t awaken until the persistent blaring of my alarm clock pulls me out of whatever black chasm I had descended into. Sure, I might have major issues, but insomnia isn’t one of them.
    Except sometimes I do dream. I dreamed of Kingsley and the ruby-rose medallion last year. I’ve dreamed of Fang before, especially prior to meeting him. Not so much anymore.
    And now, for the past three days, the dreams with the girl. I have no clue who she is. Young, cute, dressed in a waitress uniform, sitting on a bus bench, just prior to a runaway city bus obliterating her. The same dream. Over and over.
    Now, as I sat up in bed, gasping, blinking hard as my alarm blared on the bedside table next to me, I saw her broken body again. Hell, I could even smell her blood.
    Jesus.
    Waking up in the middle of the day was hard enough. Waking up in the middle of the day to images like that was just plain unfair. So I sat there for a few minutes, rubbing my face, listening to the alarm, seeing her broken body, smelling her spilled blood. And through the pulsating alarm, I could hear her