Duncan and Gwen...part 8

(Duncan's P.O.V.)
It was like a dark, wet cavern. Well, I think it was...maybe...I don't really know. Where am I? It's pretty much pitch-black.
I sighed, then started to walk around. SPLURSH! I heard the sound of someone running through a puddle in the distance. "Who's there!?" I nervously shouted.

Faint breathing was the only response I got, until I heard soft laughter. Before I could contemplate what was going around, I felt something wrap around my neck. It was like a boa constrictor, wrapping around until I couldn't breathe.

"Thought you could get away that easy, Dunkie?" My eyes grew wide. I knew what it was. A C.I.T. with a grudge.

"C-c-cour...?" was all I could mutter, because I really needed my remaining oxygen.
"Heh." The she-demon started. "Well, I got you know."

I felt her tighten her grip, and I gasped, before the last drop of oxygen was pulled from my almost-lifeless body...
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I sat up, breathing heavy. My hands felt around my face. Alive. I was still alive and well. It was just another nightmare, I thought.

My eyes traveled over to the mahogany side-table, sitting crookedly next to the doorway. The car keys were put back in their normal spot. Gwen was home.

I was about to ask for her, but my pounding headache stopped me in my tracks. Instead, I sulked, ever so slowly, towards the kitchen, and raided the cabinets for the Excedrin. Once it was found, I took some, and then proceeded to make myself some coffee. That dream really tired me out, and I could really use something to wake me from the horrible experience.

After I poured the hot, dark liquid into my favorite mug-a black coffee mug with Korn's logo written in red on the side- I heard Gwen walk out into the living room.

"Duncan?" she called. "You awake?"
I smiled. "Right here sunshine." I replied from my place next to the counter. She turned from her previous spot and stalked into the tiny room with me.

I was about to hug her, when I noticed water dripping down from her hair. "You're soaked." I stated.

She rolled her eyes and hugged me anyway. "And now you are too." she chuckled. "It was pouring rain when I left for the pharmacy."

"Ah..." I replied, still trying to shake off that dream and my horrid headache, which the Excedrin was doing nothing for. "Hey, what day is tomorrow?"
"Monday." she replied, while getting out her mug-a white mug with the words "Vampires" (in black) and "suck" (in blood red)

"Crap." I muttered softly. "I gotta go to work tomorrow."
As she poured the remainder of the coffee into her mug, she questioned, "I thought you loved working at Hot Topic? You get all those awesome discounts and..."

"Yeah," I started, cutting her off, "but we're getting a HUGE-ASS shipment of 'Justin Bieber' crap today, and for the next week we're gonna have NOTHING but the little brat's fans storming through the place. I mean, why sell her crap at Hot Topic!?" I continued to rant about my job, until Gwen silenced me with a quick peck on the cheek with her dark blue lips.

"It'll be okay." she said calmly. I looked down into her big, dark green eyes. The way they sparkled at you could just make you melt into a thousand pieces.

"Yeah, I guess..." she stopped me with another kiss, and said she had to go out again.

"Didn't you just get back?" I questioned, with an unmistakable confused look resting upon my face.
she giggled, then whispered, "Mr. Douglass, you know, our doctor? Yeah, he called me earlier requesting that I have an immediate check-up. Nothing to worry about, it's probably because I haven't went to the doctor's in like, forever."

After she finished, I opened my mouth to speak again, but she was already out the door. She was acting a little... suspicious...nah. What could she possibly hide from me?