The Dream

Riding the subway takes forever, I would say it's awkward to stand around a bunch of people you don't know, but all these people do is fiddle with their phones. What the hell is wrong with people these days? You can't even make eye contact with a person where awkwardness then ensues, because now you are aware of each other and you both recognize that you just want to stay away from each other. I kind of miss that.
So here I am, waiting, watching and calculating. I am a people watcher, you know, the kind that when the person you have been staring at for the past fifteen minutes finally deems it necessary to look up and they look directly at you, they shift uncomfortably and try to pretend like you don't exist. Yes, it's somewhat creepy, but people are interesting. And ever since I got involved in the deep web I just don't look at anyone the same as before. Always questioning if someone like loner man creepily leaning against the column to my left over there is into buying drugs, or fuck, even something as demented and twisted as child porn. You just never know.
But what the hell? Is he looking at me? His face is hidden beneath the hood of his jacket, he is eerily still. His hood shifts slightly and then, I am staring into a black void. There are no features, nothing I can make out. My vision blurs, dizziness, and I vaguely notice the lights flicker.  A voice, it's in my mind, deep and hollow. A language I don't recognize, he is speaking to me. Suddenly the subway station no longer exists and I am standing in a large living room. I realize that I'm not breathing, my chest feels heavy like I am suffocating, I quickly take in a deep breath.
Feeling shaky and highly confused, all I can do is search around the room. I first notice the fireplace, a large hearth with a blazing fire. Gazing into the red flame I am transfixed as the same dark voice begins to speak, a haunting thing. My eyes slowly avert from the fireplace to a single high-backed chair sitting next to the hearth. Resting in it is a man, a quick glance over of him and I determine his black outfit is reminiscent of the 1600 or 1700's.
Suddenly he is standing, vision blurred again, the room seems to darken and close in. He is standing in front of me, his face like stone as he assesses me. My heart begins to quicken, what does he want? A small smile breaks his demeanor and a flash of images plays before my eyes.
Together, lying in a bed.
His hand covering my mound, fingers playing.
His tongue licking at my hardened nipples.
Our tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths.
Gasping, he leans in and gently traces his finger over my jaw. An aroma of musky cologne washes over me, light headed, his finger slides down to my breast. Tracing a small circle around my now erect nipple, he grins as his other hand reaches around to the small of my back pulling me closer to him. I can smell the faint scent of the fire that still burns behind him, the wood popping and crackling. His lips touch the side of my neck, his tongue tasting my skin, and then I whimper as I feel a sharp sting as he bites into my flesh. He whispers my name, but he is not speaking, it is still in my mind.
Noel… Noel…
Like an echo it rings hauntingly inside. I am panting as he leaves his mark on my neck, his hand gripping my breast roughly. I feel wet, wanting more… More of him. I cannot break away from him, his power over me holds me still. His head pulls back and his eyes are like charcoal. I can't determine the depth of them, but it is like there is no soul in that inhuman stare. He is still holding me, staring at me as if he wishes for more. A slight saddness graces his handsome face, and then the room begins to pull away. I panic as it feels like losing my grip on reality. I want to speak, to beg him not to go but there is nothing, nothing but… a whisper.
The Black Knight will have you…
A horrendous jolt and I am sitting up in my bed, reeling from this dark fairytale dream. My eyes try to adjust to the blackness, letting out an exasperated sigh I pull my knees up and hug my legs. Then it dawned on me, what the fuck… My fingers dart to the side of my neck, sore and… teeth marks?