Lying all alone and restless, unable to lose this image. Sleepless, unable to focus on anything but your surrender.

The ground is littered with corpses. My corpses. I smile. It's a beautiful panoramic view of severed limbs and shattered skulls leaking brain matter and blood into the forest ground. I leisurely stroll through the carnage, glancing at the moon lit faces and breathing in the heady reek of death. The hair on the back of my neck seems to rise as I look up at the lightning forking across the sky. A thick roll of thunder follows. Still scanning the sky, I feel a drop of something hit the underside of my chin. I rub at the spot and look at my hand in curiosity. It's blood. There's another clap of thunder and the flash of lightning illuminates the scene. Small drops of ruby liquid are seeping from the ground into the air. The soil is weeping blood into the heavens. I hold my hands out in front of me, grinning at the tickle of moisture on my palms. Soon I'm spinning and dancing in this reverse rain of blood. My childish giggling competing with the crashes of thunder.

Strong hands grip my waist from behind. I recognize the touch and continue my dance, my body urging Mongrel to join in my cavorting. We move together to the sound of thunder, the pattering of bloody rain drops, the wind through the trees. I feel Mongrel's fingers hook under the bottom of my shirt and obligingly lift my arms as he peels the blood soaked fabric from my torso. His nails lengthen as he runs his hands back down my body. His claws trace circles along my stomach. I ponder how easily those claws can rip and tear, turning innards to outtards in mere seconds. As if reading my thoughts, he increases pressure. Just enough to bring thin lines of blood to the surface, lightly coating his claws. I lean my head back against his chest with a small whimper of pleasure. I watch as he uses my vitae to paint a rough sketch of a crow onto my flesh. I twist around in his grasp to face him. He licks his claws clean tantalizingly as he stares into my eyes. I try to grab at his hand for a taste, but he playfully pulls away, smirking with blood on his lips. I bare my teeth and snag a handful of his shirt, bringing his face to mine. Tasting myself in his kiss, I bite his bottom lip, intermingling our blood. "Quite the animal, aren't you Maddie? I thought I was the Gangrel here." He says with a smile.
"I'll show you an animal..." I pounce on him, knocking him backwards into the dirt. Settling on top of him, I shoot him a wicked smile. "Now you're at Maddie's mercy." 
His eyes follow me as I lower my head and slowly bite each button off his shirt, exposing his bare skin underneath. I run my fingers through the soft hair above his waistline. Grinning, I move further down his prone figure, unbuckling his belt and using my teeth to open his pants and slide the zipper down. He moans deep in his throat when I trace my tongue up his chest and gently bite each of his nipples. I resume my straddle, moving my hips against him when I feel his hardness pressing on me through my jeans. His hand darts up to seize my throat in a firm grip, squeezing softly. His voice is a growl. "Take...your fucking...pants off. Now." 
I take his hand from my neck, giving it a nibble as I rise to my feet. "Yes sir, Mr Sheriff, sir."
Mongrel sits up, jerking the jeans down before I even undo them. "You're taking too long." He pulls me into his lap, assaulting my mouth with his in another lascivious kiss. I snake my legs around him, embracing him between my thighs and sink my fingertips into the skin of his back. Grabbing a fist full of my hair, he tilts my head back. He plunges his fangs deep into my neck while his other hand slips between us, adjusting himself before...

Tinny music permeates the room.

Henry Mancini's Baby Elephant Walk.

"...the..fuck?"

The sun is down. My cell phone is singing at me. I fully immerse myself in the real world, shaking off the dregs of the strange but pleasant dream. Glancing at the screen, I see: Magnus Calling. Seriously? Cock blocked by a fucking Gangrel?! Are you fucking kidding me!!? I open the phone and shriek wordlessly into the speaker before heaving it against the wall. "God damn deputy dip shit! That was actually a GOOD dream!" I lay eyes on my shattered cell phone laying on the carpet. "Fuck! Now I need a new phone!" Pouting in vain, I gather the pieces and dump them in the trash on my way out. Roosting on the porch rail are a handful of crows, watching me with keen awareness. Overprotective...cossetting...I shake my head. "Don't look at me like that! I'm just going out to get a new phone! And maybe dinner.." The crows continue to stare. Rolling my eyes partly at them, mostly at myself, I pull a pad and pen from my pocket and scribble a note to Mongrel. Your new deputy SUCKS. Your crows are nosy. I broke my phone. Come home soon? I tie the note to the closest crow's leg and shoo it away. The rest of the flock take wing and fly above me as I stride down the street. Thoughts of cell phones and winged busybodies drift off as I mull over my dream. The first non-nightmare in a long time. Mad's trivial little secrets. I think with a smirk. Paging Dr. Freud. Turns out my emotions aren't as depthless as everyone perceives. I shove my hands in my pockets and lower my face. Good thing I lack the ability to blush..