Thursday, January 29, 2015


Michael opened his eyes to find himself in the middle of absolute nothingness. There was no light, no colors, and no sound. Just a spacious black void. Although he could feel the solid ground beneath his feet, there was no surface to be seen. He glanced at his surroundings, searching for something, anything, to give himself a sense of direction and found only more of the same. He had no idea where he was or how he got there, and more importantly, he had no idea how to get back. The soft whisper of a familiar voice right at his ear set every nerve in his body at ease.
“Don’t panic.” He quickly turned and came face-to-face with Deziree, and she was stunning. When he’d arrived earlier in the evening, he noticed she looked exhausted. It was prominent enough in her features and in the way she carried herself that it caught his attention, even through his hunger.
“Really, there’s nothing to worry about,” she assured him.
“What is this?”
“This,” she said, gesturing around them, “is hard to explain. We are in the ether, but not dead.” She slowly turned and surveyed the space around them as she continued. “Coming here is something I believe came along with the progression of my demon abilities.” She turned back to him. “Do you remember the first time I met Asmodeus? In that dream? That’s what this is. You and I are still in Arizona, laying in each other’s arms, and by now, you’re probably snoring.”
“I don’t snore.”
“You totally snore,” she scoffed, and then continued. “It’s a dream state of sorts, but I am able to connect with you through it. I honestly thought I could only do this with other demons, but here you are. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you're a supernatural. I don’t know for sure. This is all still very new to me. I haven’t exactly been practicing and it’s not like I have someone to turn to for lessons.”
“You seem to have figured it out well enough,” he replied. “So, is this what it looked like when you saw Asmodeus? This whole black hole effect is a strange sensation.”
“No,” she answered, “this is just here. I think I might be able to…” Her words trailed off and she closed her eyes for a moment. One minute they were standing in the middle of nothing, the next they were standing in front of the familiar plush leather couch, alone, in his living room.
“Better?” she asked, a sly smile on her face.
“Yes, much better.”
“And we’re completely alone,” she added, the smile turning mischievous. Michael felt his teeth extend at the suggestion in her words. He stepped forward, took her hands, and pulled them up around his neck as he tasted her mouth, their tongues dancing in an erotic rhythm. Their kiss deepened with intensity and a small moan escaped from Dez. Michael was reminded of the dream he had on New Year’s Eve and hoped this was not another small act of torture, compliments of his subconscious mind. He pushed the thought back and ran his hands down her arms, down her sides, allowing his thumbs to briefly brush over her nipples before proceeding down to grasp the supple curves of her ass.
Before his hands could reach their final destination, the sound of someone not-so-quietly clearing their throat startled them both. Michael spun around to see his brother staring back at him with a smile curling the edge of his lips. He was so stunned it took him a moment to realize someone else was standing with Lucas. Michael instantly recognized her as Natalia, the
murdered records keeper for the covens. Had he not been sent to investigate her death and seen pictures of her, he never would have known who she was, as they hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting while she was still alive.
“You two really should get a room,” Lucas said as he took a step toward them. Michael still stood there, stunned. It took him a moment to gather himself enough to speak.

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