(O.O GAH!!!!!!!!!! Sorry. Wasn't expecting that :XD)

Kyrieans body shuddered at the contact of fangs to flesh. Her dream self suddenly appeared again into the dim darkness that she'd become familiar with the last hour or so. She found herself exactly where she had before, going towards a mans' form, help ready on her lips. But instead of the horned figure, this one was different, cold. And then pain. It shot through her body, causing her to fall to her knees before she could turn and run. She called out, in the real and the dream.
In reality, as soon as Xavier bit her, her arm shot out to place a death-grip on Dante's wrist. In her darkness, her eyes closed to pray for the horned man to save her. Even though he had frightened her, this new menace seemed to be evil in this illusion. It took a moment but when it dawned on her that she was kneeling before someone else, a man no less, her head shot up to place bright blue eyes, the only color besides blood in this world, to stare at the man before her. Shakingly, slowly, painfully, she managed to get up, one knee still down. Haltingly, she stood. She would not allow someone to take over her dream, take over her. She cried out with rage as the pain worsened with her defiance, the grip on Dante tightening even still. But she did not fall to the ground again.
With every ounce of willpower she had built over the years, she pushed the man that stood in front of her, causing her hands to suddenly freeze because of the cold. But for her, it was enough. Her eyes shot open as she woke up, her sapphire's paled to glacier ice. Though her power had lessened, as was the intent, her fierceness remained. Without a sound, she shoved the vampiric man off of her, causing the what would have been puncture marks to lengthen into long wounds. She tumbled off the couch, pulling Dante with her. She was shaking, not because of exhaustion this time, but because she wept. Silently, quietly. Not really knowing what she was doing, she gripped the man she dragged to the floor with her, crying into his chest, bleeding, trying to forget, trying to wake up because she thought she was still in her dream. She never cried. Not in real life, not even when many she had known had died. She never cried.

Her power was controlled but her self was not.

(Hope that was okay >.<)