Andre curled against his mate and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. He watched her for about a half an hour as she slept before he finaly fell asleep as well. He twitched slightly in his sleep as he eventualy began to have a dream that was slowly melding into a nightmare. It was related to the days events. He was standing in an open field looking around, when all of a sudden he spots the Posessed brute hunter he had killed earlier. It looked exactly like it. He reached for his sword, it wasn't there. He reached for his guns, but they were gone too. He threw his hands forward, intending to throw some spell at the creature, but nothing happend. He looked at the palms of his hands with horror then he looked to the sky. There, in the sky, he could see the full moon. Massive, white-gold, and ominous. "No..." He said to himself as he looked at the brute hunter. Andre was now mortal again, as always happened for a week starting on the full moon. The brute hunter roared and started to charge at Andre. He turned around and started running, panting heavily. His mortal body was extraordinarily weak. He started to slow dramaticaly within a few minutes and the brute hunter was closing in. He stumbled and fell onto the ground. He immediately turned around to find the brute hunter's massive jaws open and closing on him. He screamed, terrified, then his dream went black. He reawoke in a sweat with a yelp as he sat up, panting heavily.