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Seeing a faint light behind her eyelids, she stirred in protest, not yet ready for the morning. She'd never felt so comfortable lying in such a soft bed. It was like sleeping on a billowing white cloud, and she wasn't ready for her slumber to end. She let her eyes slowly open and blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze from her vision.
Not recognizing the strange place she was in, Melissa bolted straight up in a state of sheer panic. Her heart beat wildly in her chest when she realized she lay in an unfamiliar king sized, four poster canopy bed, draped on all four sides with sheer, flowing, white cloth. How did she get here? She looked down, feeling how amazing the silk sheets felt against her skin when she realized she was completely naked.
It didn't take long for Melissa to remember the events of the night before and her face flooded with a burning blush of shame. She remembered the black haired beautiful man and what had occurred between them. What have I done? she thought to herself, on the verge of tears.
Melissa was no saint, she'd be the first to admit to that fact. However, she still had some sense of self-respect, and despite what people thought of her, she wasn't one to sleep with a guy on the first date. On the second or third, maybe, but never on the first. Especially not on a stack of crates in a filthy alley way.
Mitch had rejected her, that asshole. Nobody had ever rejected her before. She'd felt so embarrassed and humiliated, she'd decided to go to the restroom. Melissa hated crying in front of people. That would have just added to her embarrassment. She couldn't bring herself to go back to the main room of the club and face Mitch and any bystanders that may have heard their little argument, so she took off out the back door instead.
When Melissa stepped out the door, she found herself in a dark alley at the rear of the building, the single bulb burning above the door the only thing lighting the area. She'd had enough to drink that she felt disoriented. She was looking around frantically trying to figure out where the parking lot was located, when her eyes locked on a man standing next to the door. He was leaning back with his knee bent and his black leather booted foot propped up against the wall behind him. He had his head tilted back against the wall as though he was impatiently waiting for something. What he could possibly be waiting for in a dark alley at this time of night, she didn't know, but it gave her the creeps. She stood, frozen in place, wishing that she had gone out the front entrance instead.
A rush of fear raced through her body when she saw a wicked grin crossing his face in a smooth, straight line. She knew she should run, and run fast, but found herself unable to move when she attempted to walk away. It was as though she was glued to the spot. When he stepped out of the shadows and she caught sight of his electric green eyes, she felt almost entranced by them. The closer he came to her the more entranced she became. The fear that she had felt just a moment before was suddenly replaced by a strange feeling of belonging. She didn't know where the feeling was coming from, but she knew it wasn't from her. She wasn't able to take her eyes off of him as he walked around her in circles, as though he was taunting her.
Melissa had every intention of turning him down and resisting his advances... at first. After all, the man looked plain evil. Beautiful, yes, but evil at the same time. When he kissed her, though, it was like his taste was a drug. A drug that she had become immediately addicted to. She had never met anyone that made her feel that way. Everything seemed a blur to her. It all happened so fast. She couldn't remember when she'd lost control of herself.
Melissa scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up, immediately falling in love with the thick, lush, cushy, white carpet beneath her feet. She slowly walked around the expansive bedroom, wondering where she was. She had never been in a place that was so big before. All the walls in the room were a crazy bright white. The vaulted ceilings had to have been at least twenty feet high and covered with all sorts of different pieces of art. She wasn't familiar with art or paintings, but she thought that they were probably expensive. She walked to the bathroom and found it to be just as large as the rest of the place. The shower stall covered the entire back wall and there were probably ten different shower heads all pointing in different directions.
Melissa turned and went to the window. She opened the curtain expecting to see the city but was surprised to find that she was in a room three stories off the ground and there was a thick mess of trees surrounding the house. It was probably the most beautiful place she had ever been in. She went back into the bathroom thinking she would take a quick shower. When she passed the large full length mirror she stopped, amazed at what was staring back at her.
Melissa had never been fat or even heavy, for that matter. She'd always thought she had a nice body but when she looked at herself in the full length mirror in the bathroom, she noticed how flawless her body had become. Despite the new paleness of her skin, her muscle tone had become spectacular. It was as if she were one of those women who faithfully worked out at the gym daily. She had never been to a gym in her life. Her thighs, abs and biceps were solid. Examining her face closer, she saw that her eyes were an even lighter blue than they had been before, almost translucent, with a ring of sea green around the irises. Her hair was healthier than it had ever been, the curls springing tightly as they shone in the fluorescent bathroom light.
Melissa was too busy ogling herself in the mirror in a state of awe to notice that her reflection seemed to be throbbing in and out of focus in waves. She grinned at herself really wide to examine her teeth, and saw that they were whiter and the canines seemed unusually sharp. She slid her tongue across them and flinched when the sharp tip punctured her tongue. She put her finger to her lip and found that she was bleeding. Even stranger was the fact that her blood tasted unexpectedly sweet.
"Enjoy it while you can."
Melissa jumped. She hadn't realized that anyone was in the room with her. She turned to her left and saw the tall, black haired man standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the door jamb with his arms folded across his chest. His look was stern without a hint of humor in his eyes. He was wearing a pair of fitted, blinding white jeans, and a white t-shirt that stretched across his chest and molded itself to his lean muscles. His attire surprised Melissa when she remembered him the night before. He had been covered from head to toe in black, as though he was a burglar attempting to camouflage himself into the night.
Melissa eyed Jude up and down and then blushed when she remembered all of the things she had allowed him to do to her. Her blush deepened even more when she remembered how much she had enjoyed it, sending that familiar tingle between her legs.
"What do you mean, enjoy it while I can? Enjoy what?" Melissa gave Jude a confused look.
"Your reflection." Jude stepped towards her and stood behind her, resting his hands on her upper arms. "You won't have it much longer."
Melissa stood, watching her reflection still throbbing in the mirror but she didn't see Jude behind her. She knew he was there. She could feel him breathing on her neck.
"You mean, I won't ever be able to see myself again?"
"That's right. I haven't seen my reflection in over two thousand years."
Melissa turned her head to give him a shocked look. "But how will I do my make up? What about my hair?"
