Samantha's consciousness drifted in and out, caught between the realm of dreams and reality. In her feverish state, she felt as if her very blood was boiling, her body consumed by an inferno from within. The dream was vivid, terrifyingly real.
In her nightmare, the sun had become a merciless enemy. Its rays, once warm and life-giving, now seared through her vampire skin like molten lava. She tried to move, to escape the burning light, but her limbs were leaden, refusing to obey her desperate commands. The sun's assault continued relentlessly, burning away at her very essence, her vampiric nature rebelling against this unnatural torture.
Samantha jolted awake, her eyes flying open in panic. The room was dark, heavy curtains drawn against the daylight outside. For a moment, disorientation clouded her mind. Where was she? What had happened?
