Free Controlled Chaos (Deadly Dreams Book 1) by H.T. Night Page A

it since college. It was my old faithful. Thank God coffee didn’t make me sick. Well, that and blood.
    I am not a vampire. I’m just not.
    Donna seemed down when we talked. I let her know I would stop in within the next couple of hours to have a chat with her. Level five attention in my field was doing things for patients that made them feel nice or like someone out there cared for them. Again, Donna was not my patient, but there were skills I could bring to our friendship table.
    Drug addicts often felt alone in the world, and if they knew someone out there was fighting for them, they typically fought a little harder for themselves.
    I offered to bring over some dinner and a movie, and she jumped at the offer to have some company. I certainly struggled with my attraction to Donna, especially after she spilled her heart out to me. My career was important, and I would never do anything to ruin that. It was just a known fact that Donna Schwartz was a drug addict. She had fallen from beauty queen to the person she was today. Anybody from our high school or inner circle was aware that Donna had a bad problem. It would look highly unfavorable to the people we both knew if I was to suddenly date her.
    I had a feeling people may see it as taking advantage of an opportunity. I knew in my heart that I wasn’t. I had plenty of chances to cross the line over the years, and never chose to do so. But that was before I knew how she felt about me. That caused me to seriously evaluate how I felt about her. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had been in love with Donna for quite some time, and there was a part of me waiting. Perception is reality to people, and I wanted to be looked at as a professional.
    The sun finally set; I headed out into the night as a true vampire.
    Dear God, please tell me this isn’t happening?
    I looked up into the sky and marveled at the difference at not having to run to my car in fear. No stinging. Nothing. It was definitely the sun that was poisoning me. Holy shit.
    I am not a vampire.
    I had put in an order at a pizza parlor close to Donna’s home so that I could arrive with hot pizza. I stopped in to the DVD store and browsed the titles. I avoided anything overly sexual or that had a love story attached to it. I snapped up the latest Ben Stiller comedy and headed to the cashier. Donna probably needed a good laugh; I knew I certainly did. As I approached the girl at the counter, I began to feel ravenous again. I had the sickening feeling of wanting to feel her heartbeat pulsing on my own. I considered the fact that I might need to see a psychiatrist instead of a doctor. Holy hell. What the fuck was wrong with me? At least this time I didn’t hear her heartbeat from the veins in her neck.
    I hurried out of the video store. My throat was burning, and I wondered then as I drove to the pizza parlor if I would even be able to eat the pizza that I was picking up.
    As I walked in to grab my pizza, I stopped a few feet short of the counter, shocked. There was a man in line ahead of me, talking to the guy serving the pizza. I knew the guy working. I stared at him, and my mouth was wide open. I had to catch myself from appearing too weird about the situation. The cashier was Felix. It was him. I knew it like I knew my left hand had one dark freckle on it. This was the same person that had haunted my dreams for the past few nights.
    The question of whether or not Felix existed in real life was now answered. And holy hell, he stood behind the counter and was serving up pizzas to his customers. My heart raced as I approached the counter. I was right next to this guy. I looked into the eyes of a cold-blooded killer. I had to remind myself that I had nothing to fear; Felix had no idea who I was.
    He had a slight, wiry build, and he couldn’t have been more than twenty-five years of age. I didn’t need to worry about mistaken identity, as his name tag read Felix R.
    I decided then that I was going to