Leon sprung forward from his sleep and looked about.  He wasn’t in his room.  He laid there in a large white room with two chairs and a bunch of odd looking machines.  He tried to turn his body, but his right arm was caught on something.  He looked back to see he had several I.V.s placed into his arm, one of which was injecting blood into his body.  Before anything else could happen, a doctor came in with his mother and Briana following behind him.  His mother ran to his bed side.  Her blue eyes gleaming with tears, her blonde hair was unkempt, which means she rushed out from the house to bring him to the hospital.  Briana stood behind her with a forced smile upon her face and a few bandages wrapped around her head.  The doctor went to the foot of Leon’s hospital bed and picked up a chart.  He glanced at it for a moment and then looked up at Leon.
                “You gave us quite a scare Leon, some neighbors found you and Briana laying in the snow unconscious and you had lost quite a good amount of blood,” he said in a calm voice, “But your fine now and should be able to go to school tomorrow.”
                Leon asked, “What exactly happened?”
                “According to your friend there,” the doctor said, “You two were attacked by the criminal that was responsible for the murder from the day before.  He delivered a deep wound to your throat and side.  The weird thing about your side wound is that it doesn’t appear that he used any type of weapon.  Do you remember anything?”
                Leon began to try to recollect what happened last night.  In his mind there was nothing, as if his memory had been torn out.  He focused harder.  Just then, the night’s events flashed through his mind.  He was gazing down at unconscious Briana.  His claws were ready to slam through her chest.  His arm trembled as it tried to stop himself from killing her. 
                He heard his own voice cry out, “No, don’t you dare stop me, she has to die.”
                “I won’t let you kill my friend,” he shouted back at himself.  Leon gripped his own arm and pulled it away from Briana.  He began an internal fight with himself.  A part of him, what he believed as his self, struggled against a malicious conscious to save his friend.  He looked down at the long claws digging into his palm as he struggled.  With all his will power he forced his arm into his side to stop himself.  His other self cried out in agony as the vision went black.
                Leon’s heart began to pound hard in his chest after revisiting the events.  The very thought of the harming Briana made him ill.  He jerked forward clutching his head in his right hand.  With his eyes closed, he could hear the concerns coming from his mother, Briana, and the doctor.  This all seemed like dream to him.  He was almost sure that he had hallucinated the vampire and his attempt to kill Briana.  He opened his eyes and looked at his palm.  He was shocked to see white bandages wrapped around his palm.  He gasped and jerked back into his pillow.
                “Is something the matter?” asked the doctor worryingly.
                “Its…nothing,” said Leon softly, “What happened to my hand?”
                “That injury was also strange,” said the doctor, “There were four holes in your palm that looked like they were made by claws.”
                Leon’s heart pounded harder, causing him great pain.  He lurched forward and grabbed his chest.  He shook it off to not worry everyone.  He slumped back and gazed at everyone’s worried faces.  He knew that he had not dreamt the attack; it was as real as the moment in front of him.