His eyes flew open swiftly just as the nightmare was climaxing. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the images that haunted him. His heart was racing, the nightmares were becoming worse. He opened his eyes.

It was pitch black in his small bedroom and he felt claustrophobic. It was hot, he reached to throw the covers off his body but his hands didn't grab onto the material of the blanket but instead he grabbed a fistful of dirt and dried leaves. He was half buried with soil, dried leaves, debri and something rotting. Frantically he struggled to get away from the disturbing position he was in.

His palms were sweaty, his shriek had awaken the forest in which he now realized he stood. As the forest fell silent he heard the faint whimpering of some sort from behind him. He slowly turned, still dazed from the horror he had awoken from and cautiously approached what looked like a pile of rags and dirt.

Another whimper.

He got to his knees beside the pile and carefully removed the rags. There was a woman, her body was in an unnatural position and her head was totally separated from the rest of her body, hair was covered in dried blood and her body was torn with multiple puncture wounds.

He screamed and fell back, his knees felt weak by the shock of his discovery. He froze, unable to tear his gaze away from the icy blue eyes of the woman. Her eyes quavered, she was alive.

Alive??

Her face was perfectly still, her eyes focused on his, the terror in her eyes expressed more emotion before she gave up. He recognized those eyes, he'd...