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Opening her eyes slowly, Tina blinked against the wave of blurry vision and tried to focus on the hazy figure that was calling her. In the foggy light a face was floating above her, and as it resolved more clearly, Tina saw a pair of warm dark eyes gazing back at her lovingly and a peaceful expression that shone with a tender smile.
”Hi,” Tina whispered in a slight daze.
”Well, hello to you too,” Bette’s voice drawled – low, deep, sensual.
”What are you doing here?” Tina asked.
Bette’s hand reached out and brushed a lock of Tina’s blonde hair away from her forehead. The caress felt so tender, yet so intense, stinging Tina’s skin and dancing into the very fabric of her being.
”Coming back to you…” Bette responded in a gentle half-whisper.
”But I thought you were dead,” Tina uttered quietly, confused.
Bette’s hand kept caressing the side of Tina’s face. ”You thought right,” she said, her smile unfaltering and showing an absolute sense of serenity. ”I am dead.”
Leaning down slowly, she touched Tina’s lips with her own. The kiss was stealthy and delicate, the taste of cigarettes blended smoothly with the aftertaste of black bitter coffee on Bette’s lips. She inched away just a little bit, her face hovering close, her eyes the liquid black portals of mystery, staring right into Tina, right into her deepest desires. Boring right into Tina’s soul.
A mild gasp escaped Tina’s mouth as she felt Bette’s hand that suddenly turned cold crawling down her neck. The brunette’s freezing power enveloped her, and she felt her stomach sink like a rock. Kissing Tina’s mouth with unrestrained lust, Bette wrapped her hand around Tina’s neck and began to squeeze. She squeezed more and more, until Tina could no longer gasp for air.
The vision was getting hazy again while Tina choked on her own air. She twisted and turned, calling Bette’s name, but all her strained, agonized cries for help fell on deaf ears.
Bette didn’t hear her. It wasn’t even Bette anymore.
Tina woke up with a slight jerk and looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It read 5:06 am. She rubbed her tired eyes, trying to hold on the fleeting remnants of the dream that had aroused her from her sleep. Although it wasn’t just a simple dream, it was a nightmare that had created an unpleasant knot in her throat.