I'm bored and I thought of this while I was bored. It's a small story, but I wanted to see how you all think of it. It has sex, possible rape, possible rape against a hedgehog and a human, blood, possible gore, and what nots. Just giving you all a heads up. So please read if you like and no bad comments...unless there to help me understand how to write better. Thank you X3

"HAAAGH!"

Bright green eyes shot open as her body flew up from her bed while letting out a cry of fear. Her mouth was open wide as not a scream anymore, but heavy breaths and whimpers were heard from the shaking pink flower. It was the third night that week and second week that month. All the time she had been getting nothing, but nightmares. Nightmares of her running away from whatever was chasing her. She was too scared to look back, but each night she imagines her falling, she could only see a black silhouette of what looked to be a hedgehog with glowing red eyes and long white fangs that looked much larger to even realize they were his canines. Then the dream ends with her crying at his feet.

She didn't know why, but for a while, she had been getting horrible nightmares and wanted it at least to stop so she could have a peaceful sleep for once. The young flower turned her attention to see nothing, but her own room looking like it did before. She was happy to know that her nightmares wouldn't come true. There was one dream where she was sleeping in her bed peacefully for once until the same creature appeared at her window. She was still asleep as he crept in and up to her bed. She sadly woke up once his hand would touch her shoulder gently.

She had no idea who, or what this person was, but she needed to find out somehow. Too much of this and it is the last straw. The pink flower carefully got up from her bed and moved away to the bathroom. She opened the door and walked in after turning on the light from outside. Walking over to the mirror, she noticed how dark her eyes were getting along with heavy bags underneath. She did not look good at all. This horrible nightmare was taking a nasty toll on her features including her job. Because of lack of sleep, she hadn't been doing well on her chores and it looked like her livestock wasn't well either since she hadn't been feeding them right.

Turning on the faucet to let cool water come out, she dipped two hands in making a bowl with her fingers. Then splashed some of the water onto her face washing away her messy fur to get cleaned. She wiped her face with a clean towel beside her, then looked back up at the mirror to still see bags under her eyes. She really needed to get this sorted out. After turning off the faucet and putting the towel up, she started her morning routine in getting ready for work, then making her food for breakfast, then out the door in one hour flat. Each morning she had that nightmare, she continued to think of who that black colored hedgehog was. He looked very frightening, but also not too brash. He looked at her with scary, yet gentle eyes. She didn't know wether to be scared still, or worried about what that "thing" would do to her, but what she wanted to know more is what kind of animal has long fangs.

Walking out of her small two story house, she turned around and noticed that the morning was quiet, no one was around at that time. The village she was living in was quiet and peaceful. It was still a reasonably big town with plenty of homes for those who wish to live there. The population was around at least 100 people. Maybe even more. The young flower sniffed the crisp morning air as she begins her daily chores around the house. It's been a year since she had came to the village and she enjoyed it everyday. Her nightmares surprisingly had started once she had arrived, but she still enjoyed how calm and peaceful her new home was. She actually inherited the land she now lives in from her grandfather. Before he died last year, he wanted to give his only living relative a place to call her own. So this place she lives in is now under her name.

She didn't mind the hard labor by tending the chickens, and watering the garden for food to eat. This kept her going and she was thankful that this time she wasn't able to doze off again. Picking up a wooden barrel, the young flower walked over to the side of her house where her chickens were busy gawking and clucking about for their morning breakfast. There next to the house was a metal water hydrant. She placed her bucket down under the faucet, then grabbed the lever and started to move it up and down. She grunted under her breath till she felt the hydrant start to bubble inside the pole and and vibrate under her palms. Soon, cold water began to pour right out from the top and fall into the bucket below filling it up to the top.

She did it till it was full, almost leaking from the top. She quickly stopped it and moved it carefully with two hands, again grunting under her breath from how heavy it was to her. She had done this about every day, yet it still takes a toll on her. Now after the nightmares, she started having problems moving items with what little strength she had in her. Dropping the bucket carefully beside the trough, she looked up and began to whistle a tune in the air. There was a large field of grass along with a picketed fence surrounding the area beside the house which her grandfather had kept his two prize possessions. Two beautiful black and white stallions were nestled nicely under a large tree sleeping away peacefully till one, or two of their ears flapped to the sound of her whistle. Looking up from the the ground, they quickly got up onto their feet carefully, then started making their way over to her seeing that it was time for breakfast.

She smiled at them as they made it further up till she was able to reach out with her hand and press it against once of their muzzles gently petting it. They wanted her attention, but needed food first, of course. The young flower carefully picked up her bucket, then poured the water all the way into the trough for them to drink. Then made her way over to the small shed that was close to her house with a large pile of hay that cluttered on the side of the little storage base. Putting down the bucket, Amy opened the door and took out a muck fork and carefully stabbed the bottom of the pile, then pulled out a good size pile for the horses. Then turned around while groaning from how heavy the weight she was lifting up, then threw the pile in another trough for them to eat. Letting out a sigh of relief, Amy wiped her brow feeling a little sweat coming out of her forehead from so much lifting. She didn't mind the work since it's keeping her occupied and helping her tough'n up a bit.

Amy left the area after closing the shed so she could return back to her house to rest until she was able to make it out to the village for some food. She wanted to buy some bread and milk and it was a nice day to go out for a small walk. Before she was ready to step into the house, she heard a small familiar whistle from behind her. Turning around, she smiled warmly to a friendly face, "Good morning, father Brown." she called out to him.

The gentleman, father Brown, was an old caring pastor who is also a traveler. He travels to many villages to tell people of the wonders of God and the holy bible he always carried around with him. The old human man was tall, slim, and had white hair that he had tied in a small downward pony tail that hanged over his right shoulder. He wore a black robe with a purple sash around his shoulders with the Lord's crest sewn neatly on both sides of it. He kept a good close eye on the young flower after she had moved in. He was a good friend to her grandfather and was told by him to keep watch over her in case she needed anything. He agreed and did his best to give the young girl a peaceful home to stay in.

He smiled back with a small wave of his hand, "A good morning to you as well, miss Amy." he said in a cheery way. "I see you are ready for another day of the norm, right?"

She chuckled at his small joke, "Yes, but I'm actually getting ready to head into town to pick up a few things." she answered as she started her way from the house to the end of the path where a wooden picketed fence blocked both of them from going further in, or out. "Father, are you fully rested after coming back from another town?"

"Yes. I did need my sleep. It was a long road ahead of me, but I was able to give them enough knowledge of my Lord." he smiled at her as he noticed her attire once she got close.

Amy wore a comfortable light green dress with a brown decorative sewn girdle nestled nicely around her waist, a white blouse with puffy sleeves that cupped her elbows so the rest of her arms were bare and wore black boots with white stockings. Her neck was visible to him to see a small golden locket hanging just a little over her chest, "You look absolutely lovely, miss Amy. It's sad that a young flower like you is not with a husband just yet. Your grandfather did wish for you to be happy with another, yes?" Amy lowered her head down along with her ears remembering how much her grandfather had pressured her to find someone before his passing.

She gripped the locket tightly as she spoke, "I loved my grandfather, but I didn't want him to worry for me. I will find someone who I will love someday." she looked up at him with a calm smile.

"I understand. I do hope you will be alright, tho. And to be more cautious." he warned.

"I don't understand?"

"It seemed that the monster has made more attacks than before..." he started turning away from her to the path that lead to the village, "I heard that a young woman has been found dead in the forest. Her neck was sliced open and her blood was poured out of her body. It seemed that this monster has grown a taste to the blood inside of us."

Amy shivered at the thought of how that poor woman had been killed. She had heard of the monster that had been wreaking havoc for at least a few months. No one has seen the monster and lived to tell about it. The village has been on high alert and even had the most trusted and strongest men to look out for any signs of the monster. Over the past few months, they have found a few bodies of the poor people and even several animal carcasses. She never seen any of the sightings yet, but it still haunts her. Much like her terrible nightmares.

"By the way. Are you still having those dreams?" she looked up at him completely forgetting that he was still in front of her.

"Huh? My...oh...yes." she answered blushing slightly.

Father Brown nodded, "I see..well, there's always that traveling gypsy. She's back in town and is earning money for certain charms and such." it was odd that he would suggest the gypsy to her. He wasn't into those sorts of people, and would even ignore them if they even ask for a penny, or even say hello.

She smiled a bit and nodded, "Thank you. I might try and see what she thinks."

He nodded, "Alright. Well, I must be on my way home. If you ever need anything, please come to my house and I will help you, my dear." he politely bowed his head, then turned away and started walking off leaving her alone.

Amy waved at him with a small smile still. Maybe seeing that gypsy will help. Only one way to find out.

"So...am I going to be alright? Will I be able to live?"

"It seems that...your sickly future will be a hard one to live, but I also see that you are happy with another and a thriving family with him for a long time."

The traveling gypsy was a well known young woman who doesn't do any curses, but tries her best to give people good fortunes and would also try to help if they need any charms, or spells. Many who know her will come around the moment she passes through town in her tiny wagon-like house. She hated it when she hears people jeering at her just because of who she is and how her kind are spoken poorly. She never said anything to them unless they ask for a fortune, or charm. She wasn't mean, or spiteful, but still disliked how she is treated just because of how she is.

After Amy had come to the village for her food to buy, she noticed the small wagon that was parked one the outside of the village fence. The gypsy knew how her kind is around those who despise her, or do not believe her so she is always parked on the outside so she wouldn't draw any unnecessary attention. Amy decided that sine she never met the traveling gypsy, she might as well see what she thinks of nightmares. Maybe she would give her a small charm to help with it. Amy walked up to the wagon with a small basket around one arm so she could hold the food she will buy later. The house looked beautiful from the outside. Tho, the color is interesting to say the least. It was painted a nice shade of purple and the window's on both sides of the house had black paint around the edges and the wheels were painted black. Hanging around the outside were vines of flowers. Some were either red roses, or lavenders hanging from the edge of the roof. Two small candelabras were nailed to each side of the door that also had a transparent cloak hanging from the top like a door.

Outside to the side and tied up on the fence was a black horse that is used to pull the wagon. It had a light purple ribbon wrapped around it's neck and a small paper rose glued on the bottom to it like a bell. It was busy munching on some grass and drank a bit of water that was left out for it. Amy smiled at the magnificent beast, it looked like her horse back home. Only more gruffer since it had been pulling the wagon around for a long time. Luckily, the gypsy was kind to it so she wouldn't make it work till it drops.

Amy was about to go up the small steps to head inside till a brown colored chipmunk with red hair and bright blue eyes came out with a big smile and a small brown pouch in hand. She turned around and bid the gypsy goodbye before stepping down and walking past the young flower while clutching the bag tightly against her bodice. It's normal to see people coming out of the wagon with a smile on their faces, but sadly, some would have a sad look once they find out their future might not be a good one for them. Shaking off her nerves, Amy made her way up the steps and walked on in after brushing back to cloaked "door". Inside was almost the same as how it looks on the outside. It was a tight fit kind of room, but able to at least hold two people inside. The walls were painted black with a few hanging transparent purple colored sheets and even a few hanging flower pots. One the way back was a small bed with a neatly made quilted blanket and pillow. A small round table was on one side of the little room with a white satin table cloth, a small candle on a decorative holder, and a large crystal ball in the middle of it with a decorative cloth underneath. The rug was also quilted with some colored tassels hanging off on both sides of it for decoration. Vines were strung around the edge of the roof and a small wooden chandelier hanged from the rounded roof.

It looked very comfortable and quite homey for someone like the gypsy. Speaking of whom, Amy looked over to the table again and noticed a young woman sitting on the other side of the table with her hands folded and her chin resting on her fingers. She was a brown wolf with beautiful angel wings that were folded in enough for extra room. Her hair was like gold that was wrapped in a downward pony tail, but most of her hair above the ribbon was full while the bottom had a little of it her hair. Kinda like an upside down tassel. She wore a white blouse that is cut around her shoulders, but had lace where it was cut. She wore a brown skirt with a red sash around her waist like a girdle. A red sash was also wrapped around her head like a hood and draped down to the bottom. She wore little jewelry. Only a gold bangle and a chain neckless with a small locket dangling over her chest like Amy's.

She was nothing compared to the stories she had heard from. She looked like any normal woman in the village. Her smile was sweet and her voice was gentle, "I see you have come for a fortune, yes?" she asked.

Amy blushed in embarrassment. She turned her head and hugged herself feeling a little nervous to be around someone like her. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't trying to be rude, she's sometimes shy when it comes to new people, "Well...yes..." she mumbled.

The young wolf chuckled, "Don't be frightened. I'm here to help you, so I won't hurt you. Come, sit." she gestures her hand to the open spot across from her.

Amy slowly looked up at her first, then down the the stool. It took a lot of courage not to run out of the wagon. She was actually afraid of what this kind gypsy would say about her dreams. Will they bring a bad omen to her? Are they telling her something urgent? She continued to think of any questions that she would want to ask her as she pushed herself to sit down. The wolf continued to smile at her sweetly, "Alright..first, my name is Alicia. If you wish for me to help you, then please tell me of your troubles. I would either use my crystal ball to look, or my tarot cards."

"...Uh...well...you see...I'm getting these...sort of nightmares." Amy started, "I never got them until I moved here last year." Alicia nodded.

"I see. Tell me...are they forcing you to wake up every morning with fear in your eyes?"

Amy nodded quickly, "Yes. I...I go to sleep and I see myself running away from something. I don't know what, but I don't look back until I drop from tripping over a tree root. I look up and all I saw was a silhouette of a hedgehog looming over me with burning red eyes and sharp fangs...I wake up before anything happens."

Alicia listened closely. She did her best to think of what the dream had meant and why it was troubling the poor girl. She moved her crystal ball closer to her and started to wave her hands around it slowly, "Let me see." she whispered.

Amy watched her nervously while clutching her pendant tightly with one hand and her skirt with her other. She didn't know what the angel wolf was doing, but hoped she might find something to help her. Suddenly, her crystal blue eyes opened up a bit looking like she was shocked, "I see..." she began to talk while looking more closely into the ball. "I do see something. Someone is watching you. Watching you right now. But he is not here to harm you. He is here to save you from a terrible act in the future."

The trembling flower moved in a bit closer, her stomach was now against the edge of the table, "Is he the one that is scaring me? What does he really look like?"

"Hmm...I can only see a figure of black and red. Crimson eyes that hold pain and suffering. He stands tall with jagged quills and fist clenched for battle. Only a rose will be able to help this poor demon. He's not here to hurt you. But someone is."

"R-Really...? Who?"

"...My crystal ball isn't able to give me a good look of who is wanting you as his next kill..but all I can see are his eyes. His brown eyes that are shrouded with murder and blood. He wants your blood to help keep him young."

Amy's eyes began to water as her fears started to get the better of her, "Oh no..."

Alicia noticed her tears and quickly tries to move her hands more wanting to hopefully help sooth her fears, "Wait..that same figure. That figure you see in your dreams. He's not there to harm you...he is protecting you." Green eyes blink a few times having one tear escape.

"He is...? So he's not standing there to hurt me, but to protect me?" The wolf nodded.

"He also has a horrible secret, but this secret will be something you will find out soon. He will harm you much to his dismay...but only to help you." Alicia moved her head up seeing that the image was now fading and her time was done, "That is all. I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you like you wanted."

Amy wiped away the tear and smiled at her, "No..it's okay. I'm glad I came to ask you for help. When do you think he will find me, or..I find him?"

She smiled, "I cannot say. But I will say that he is secretly watching you. He is the reason why you are still alive and a your home hasn't been broken into." This was able to at least help her fears and nerves fade, but only a little.

"Thank you, Alicia. Will you be staying around? It's very dangerous and I don't want you to suffer like the others."

"Actually...I will be leaving tomorrow. I have a husband back home and he's waiting for me to come back." saying that, she turned her head to the side to a small picture hanging up on the wall.

Amy turned to see what she was looking at. It was a picture of her and a strapping young man, a chameleon next to her. She wore a white satin dress with a flower crown on her head and he wore a white long sleeve shirt and black pants. They were holding hands while his arm was wrapped around her waist holding her close to him. They were smiling happily in the picture. Amy turned her head back to Alicia noticing her eyes were beginning to tear up as well, "Are you alright?" she asked.

Alicia turned to her and slowly wiped away the tears, "Thank you. I'm alright. I miss him greatly and I know he's waiting for me. I will be with him shortly."

She didn't understand her, but didn't want to say anything else so she wouldn't make her cry again, "Alright. Thank you again. I hope things will work out alright for both of us." she smiled.

"As do I, miss. Please be safe and make sure your horses inside. There might be a storm coming."

Amy smiled with a small chuckle, "Alright. Thank you again." she got up and moved her hand into her basket and took out the small brown bag full of money she had saved. Before she could take any out, a brown hand reached forward and gentle placed it on top of hers stopping her from paying. She looked up at her confused.

"Please don't. This is for free." Alicia smiled.

Still confused, Amy shrugged her shoulders, then placed the bag back into the basket. She said goodbye to her, then quickly made her way out of the tiny house. Alicia got up from her stool, then walked out after she had left. She watched her pink form go smaller and smaller till she entered the small store in the village. She was still smiling, but her eyes were full of tears waiting to come out. She walked over to the horse, who got up from the grass after resting for a while. She moved her hand up to gently pet it's muzzle as it nudged against her hand, "I'm afraid our time will be cut short, my friend." she whispered as she leaned in and kissed the horse's muzzle, "I will be with my husband, and you will be free."

She turned her head to the forest that was behind her wagon. She couldn't see sine it was so thick and dark, but she could sense the presence of something near her, "You keep her safe. And make sure she will have a very long and satisfied life with you.". With that, she gave her horse one last kiss, then made her way back into her wagon to get things set up for her time to leave.