Chapter 6 Dance with me (Part 1)

                                    

                                          
It was a dark and dreadful night as the limo rode upon the slick roads. Damon was in the back seat with me and I clutched his arm as the vehicle hit another bump. 
                          
"Damon, I'm scared..." My six year old self cried over the rain that tapped fiercly against the windows.
                          
His arms encircle me as thunder roars again. "It's alright, Sky, everythings okay. It's just a small storm. You're okay. I'm okay. Everything will be alright..." Damon said to me, attempting to calm me. 
                          
I just held onto my big brother for my life and closed my eyes as he kept saying little nothings to calm me. 
                          
BOOOOM the thunder yelled. I jumped and he rubbed my back. 
                          
"It's alright;" What's wrong with his voice? It turned demonlike. "We're okay; Skylar..." I let go of him as he changed. 
                          
His teeth turned sharp and his body was soon covered in fur. A werewolf? 
                          
What the actual....
                          
Suddenly the scene changed and I'm running through a forest. I hear something crashing through the bushes behind me. I don't want to look but my dream self did anyways and I saw the Damon-wolf chasing after me. I screamed in fear and ran faster. 
                          
A light was up ahead and I was almost out of the forest. I quickened my pace but the light didn't get any closer, but i could say differently about the werewolf. He was almost upon me when I reached a large tree. I hurriedly hid behind it. 
                          
The wold stopped and I could it sniff the air saying, "Come to me Skylar... Let's play together." His voice scared me. It came closer to my hiding place and I shrank away slightly, breaking a twig. He laughed. "Found you..." 
                          
Suddenly he was infront of me and opened his mouth, revealing sharp daggerlike teeth. 
                          
I felt the beads of sweat run down my face. 
                          
He's going to kill me, Damon's gonna kill me. 
                          
"Skylar..... Time to say goodnight..."  He said right before his angry jaws opened and--
                          
I awoke. It  was lunch and I was sitting at a table with the host club. I looked over to my right and practically shit my pants when I was met with Haruhi's face looking worriedly at me. 
                          
"AHH!" I yelped as I jumped with suprise and fell on the floor. 
                          
The host club also jumped then looked over to me and laughed. Ugh, I may be rich like them but I have no idea how they turned out like that and I turned out like this. 
                          
"Skylar, are you all right?" Haruhi asked as she, knowing now of my phobia, knelt beside me. 
                          
Too close....
                          
"Y-yeah... Just a errr, bad dream. that's all." I smiled, after all; she was just trying to help. 
                          
I got up and she stood as well, with Tamaki coming over minutes later. 
                          
He looked amazing today. His blond hair was shaggy and perfectly perfect like always and his bright blue eyes shone. Tamaki's pale skin was smooth and spotless and his mouth was just... Ugh. I suddenly realized those lips were moving. And; with great difficulty, I managed to catch what he was saying. 
                          
"...lloween party next week, since we have the next two weeks after that for vacation. And so, Skylar; you will need to learn to dance."
                          
I snorted. "Pfff! I know how to dance." I said, crossing my arms and looking up at him. Seeing as he was two inches taller... 
                          
His eyes gleamed with amusement. What was that little devil thinking? "Let me finish. You will need to learn to dance;" He paused for dramatic effect. 
                          
Does he seriously think I can--
                          
The three words that let me meet my doom. Nine letters, two spaces, six consonants. 
                          
"With a girl" 
                          
You have GOT to be kidding me...