This story is based off of lyrics and some of the look from the music video of 'Bring me to Life' from Evanescene.
It was a normal night for John after work on Friday, having few friends in this city, most of those being married he had spent it alone at home watching TV. He went to bed after taking a shower the same time as he always does, 11:00 on the dot, "
there must be something more.
" Reaching for the light he through the room into darkness and laid down to sleep. Just as he is on the fringe of sleep he heard a noise from his bathroom, looking at his clock it read 11:30. It is weird as he usually didn't hear any of his neighbors, but he turned over expecting to fall quickly back into sleep.
Save me.
There he heard it again, but this time it was audible that someone needed his help. Maybe if he went to his bathroom he could better tell where the voice was coming from. He didn't bother with a light as he knew it would only burn his retinas and there was a small nightlight in the bathroom anyway.
He got into his bathroom and stopped to listen for the voice again, but after a minute wondered if they maybe couldn't yell out again, or lost hope. "Hello," he called out, "did someone ask for help." He strained for an answer hoping that they could answer him back, what he hadn't expected was catching movement out of the corner of his eye. He leapt up in surprise because what should have been his reflection in the mirror was now a young woman.
Breathe into me and make me real.
She was so lovely with dark, full waves of hair and bright eyes that showed tears clinging to the eyelashes. Her mouth was full lipped and beautiful even in the current pout. He was so enraptured by her he didn't even stop to think the situation through only reaching out when she said,
bring me to life.
He hand knew it should hit the glass of the mirror but instead passed through and met her outstretched one, he pulled back and found she made it through the mirror like she was coming through the window. He caught her and helped her to her feet.
She had a gauze like dress on, covering everything below her shoulders but being almost see through and clinging to every curve it really only served to make him want to slide it off of her. He still had his hands on her and she him, but both seemed unwilling to just let go. The abnormally of the situation is not what gave them pause; no it was the passionate sparks were electrifying the air between them.
Bid my blood to run
she whispered into the night and that was the spark the ignited his passion over the top. His mouth was over hers in a moment and she was gladly kissing back. The hands that were gripping before were now moving over her gentle curves of her breasts and hips, she was almost mewing back as her hands were gliding over his bare chest.