Was it a dream?

The night is cool, early fall like.  Most girls would need a jacket but she didn't.  You look up at the club, and her eyes catch yours.  She smiles and grabs her drink off the bar and approaches you.
The music is loud, talking is useless, but her body says more than her mouth would.  The night takes its standard path, drinks, dancing, a little light touching.  Her every movement seems to match yours, she knows just when to close in, when to pull away.
As the music winds down, you find yourself at that awkward moment, not knowing if you should ask for her number, ask her back to your place, but she makes that decision for you.
You two stumble to the alley, and she presses herself against the wall, pulling you by your shirt to her.  Her lips are cold, but you chalk it up to the weather, her body molds itself to you...
You think you've scored, this nights going to end well.
Your hands find their way under her shirt, brushing your fingers against her cool skin as she moves her mouth away from yours and smiles.  Somethings not right about that smile..
Every part of you wants to stay, but something deep inside your mind is screaming for you to run.
SOmething shifts, she pushes against you, suddenly your back is against the wall, her mouth latching onto your neck.  Her hands claw into your shoulders as you feel a sharp pain in your neck...
She bit you, fucking bit you.
You try to shove her back, off of you.  SHe's so much smaller, how can she have that tight of a grip?  As your hands find her shoulders to tear her away, the strength of her bite makes you stop..
If you push her away, you have a good feeling you will loose your entire throat
So what can you do?  You close your eyes, grip the back of her shirt and simply submit... Prayers run through your head, but for some reason, they don't seem appropriate.
Soon she begins to twist and writhe against you, rubbing her body against yours, you can't help it, you moan a bit.
Finally she stops biting and you close your eyes as you feel her pull back, you don't want to see your blood staining her lips.
A soft sound comes from her throat, it almost sounds like a purr.  A purr?  wait this chick bit you and is now purring?
Your thoughts begin to run together, the edges of your vision turning black as you feel your conciousness fade.
Finally you look at her, and again you think, she's just a girl... what the hell happened?  Thats your final thought as you give up trying to stay upright, and let the darkness of the night consume you.
You awake the next day and bolt upright in bed, then clutch your head.  How much did you drink last night?  Your head is pounding as you lay back down and rub your neck.
Suddenly the events of the night before rush back to you and you stumble out of bed to the bathroom, looking at your neck.. nothing.
You begin to doubt your sanity... was it a dream?  The weakness in your body tells you otherwise, but.. theres no proof...
You chalk it up to bad booze or too much of it and stumble back to bed.