She thought it was a dream, this constant dance of awareness; her heart beat fast, her breathing slow, every pore on her body was open. She never felt such surreal alertness, so it had to be a dream. It had to be a dream, she kept thinking to herself, as she stood there nude in the darkened forest; snow, cold, and wind nipping at her skin. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, she could barely even think yet her body was so awake. Something was wrong, but she knew it was right. And as her golden eyes looked toward the ground at her feet, she knew this wasn't a dream.
There he was, dead, bloody, beautiful, her one and only love mauled, and shredded by her own teeth. As reality clicked with her, her mind began to sharped, and her body began to dull. She was becoming human again, she was waking from her lucid state. Tears filled her now brown eyes, her throat closed as she tried to scream. Not even looking up to see the figures crowding around her. Not even caring when the tall man with the long, black hair approached her.
"Juliet," he whispered to her in a deep voice, "it is time." And with a flick of his cloak, they vanished into the dark forest. Leaving nothing, not a broken twig, nor a footstep. She was one of them now; a creature of the dark.