Excerpt from Chapter 6: Another Companion Before Me

 

(Leila and Remi are at a local  Thrift shop when Remi comes across a peculiar photograph on the wall of the shop)

While Leila and I were browsing through the aisles, I spotted some pictures hanging on the wall. They were up for sale, and a few of them had that charming vintage vibe that really caught my eye. “Wow, look Leila, these pictures look totally vintage.” Leila was browsing the clothes racks. I closely looked at a picture that was from Woodstock and reminisced when Mr. Smith and I attended. “It seems like yesterday, oh wait it was,” I thought and chuckled softly. However, as I inspected the picture, I noticed something familiar. 

“Oh shit,” I whispered and asked, “Who took this picture?” 

“Well, no one knows but I suppose a random photographer who attended the Woodstock event in 1969,” the shop owner said as she surprised me from behind.

"Sorry for startling you," she commented. I shook my head, "No problem, I was captivated by this picture. How much?”

"Well, most of the vintage pictures here are priced at $80, but I can offer it to you for $50." With a sigh, I reluctantly agreed, “Okay.” Desperate to conceal my time-traveling escapades at any cost, I was willing to part with fifty dollars, knowing full well that no one would ever suspect the truth behind an innocuous old photograph. Taking down the 11 by 14 photo from the wall, she examined it closely. "Interesting, the girl in the photo kinda looks like you," she commented nonchalantly. "I guess everyone has a doppelgänger," she added, shrugging it off with a smile. "You might be right," I sighed with a smile, feeling speechless as I gazed at the photo that captured the intimate moment between Mr. Smith and I, he had given me a passionate kiss on the lips at the time the photo was taken. After a swift payment, she gently placed the picture into a bag, which I quickly shoved into my backpack. "Have you found anything interesting?" Leila asked. "Not really, what about you?" I asked her, noticing a cute hippie-style tunic shirt in her hand that seemed familiar. A sudden realization struck me. "Oh no, it can’t be. That belongs to Tracy," I thought to myself. "That's a lovely boho tunic shirt," I commented with a nervous tone. "Yes, it is. It belonged to my grandmother," the shop owner revealed, leaving me in awe. "Was your grandmother at Woodstock?" I asked, intrigued. She nodded as she proceeded to ring up Leila's item. "Yes, she was. She always told me stories about her time at Woodstock and a story about a peculiar journey she had with an actual time traveler and his young bride," she shared, causing my eyes to widen in disbelief. “In fact, she wrote a book about it, but it didn’t quite make best seller, however she did sell a few copies. I have a copy of it on the bookshelf, let me go get it.” Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, a testament to my nervousness as I anticipated the contents of the book. When she returned, she handed it to me - an old book with yellow pages and a picture of the author, Tracy Richards, on the back. I recognized her by her distinctive, beautiful eyes. “Her last name is Richards, it's probably her married name,” I thought. 

"Do you want it?" she asked, to which I simply nodded. Later, Leila and I found ourselves seated on a bench at the outdoor mall's quad area. "Can I take a look at that book?" Leila asked, eagerly. Passing her the book, she responded with a scoff, "A Time Traveler and His Bride," reading the title aloud. "Well, with a title like that, it's no wonder it didn't make it to the best seller list, but I do like the romantic cover image," she remarked. "So, how's your job?" I asked, shifting the conversation. She returned the book to me, and I promptly stashed it in my backpack. “It’s fine but well, my boyfriend he’s been a bit distant lately. I wanted to talk to you about it. I tried texting you, but you never responded. Where were you anyways? I was thinking of calling your house to see where you were, but I figured no one was home,” she said. My heart raced as the thought of her calling my house crossed my mind, knowing my parents could catch me in a lie. It's a challenge to keep Mr. Smith a secret, especially from Leila, who has a knack for uncovering the truth. Contemplating whether to confide in her, I weighed the risk of adding another person to the list of those who could potentially expose my secret. With a heavy heart, I let out a sigh. We decided to go get lunch at Burrito Place. Following our meal, we decided to take a stroll back to the quad. As we made our way, the mysterious woman with sandy blonde curly hair caught my eye and flashed a warm smile in my direction. "Do you know her?" Leila asked, to which I simply shook my head in response. Leila and I sat on a wooden bench at the center of the quad, we chatted and then Leila excused herself to go to the restroom. I waited for her to come back, absorbing the peaceful atmosphere. 

The soft wind danced through the leaves of the trees, creating a tranquil ambiance around me. Suddenly, the mysterious woman approached me, taking a seat beside me. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to compose myself. "Hello, I'm Melanie. We've never met, but we have a mutual acquaintance in Mr. Smith," she said calmly. She didn’t sound like Mr. Smith at all; instead, her voice had an American tone with a hint of a country twang. I was caught off guard by her surprising introduction, my eyes going wide in disbelief. As I studied her appearance, I couldn't help but notice the details of her outfit. She wore a stylish brown leather vest adorned with zippers, paired with an off-white cotton blouse with rolled-up sleeves that reached her elbows. Her faded button-front jeans and black flat-heeled boots completed the casual yet chic ensemble. The mysterious woman exuded an air of confidence and intrigue, leaving me curious about her connection to Mr. Smith. "Yes, I understand that this may be overwhelming, but I assure you, I have no ill intentions towards you," she stated calmly as I distanced myself from her, creating a physical barrier by placing my backpack between us. I finally asked, "Who are you and how do you know him?"

"I used to be his companion long ago," she revealed, leaving me speechless and unable to articulate the myriads of emotions swirling within me. "My name is Melanie, at least in this current body I am," she added, meeting my gaze with intensity. She shook my hand, and my throat felt dry as I struggled to comprehend her words. "This body?" I managed to utter. Melanie nodded in response, prompting me to take a deep breath before asking, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Mr. Smith must have shared some details with you," she continued, and I nodded in confirmation.

 I know he told me that he took a man’s body, but this was something different. "We were partners in a distant past, inhabiting human bodies as we traversed through time and space," Melanie explained, causing my heart to ache with the realization that he had kept this significant part of his life hidden from me but to be fair, he just didn’t reveal it to me, he was afraid that I would reject him, and I probably would’ve. You can’t imagine how much it hurt me knowing that Melanie was his first companion. Overwhelmed with a mix of emotions, I hesitantly asked, "What happened between you two?" Although a part of me dreaded the answer, I needed to know the truth behind their shared history. “Did he ever change his body?” It was a stupid question, but I had to ask. "To the best of my knowledge, he is currently in his first body, as I am," she said, glancing nervously around, clearly hoping to avoid being seen with me by anyone, especially a particular individual I suspect. I couldn't help but wonder about the potential consequences if Mr. Smith were to find out - would he resort to violence or simply sever all ties with me. The uncertainty weighed heavily on my mind as I let out a sigh. "I made the decision to part ways with him due to irreconcilable differences," she finally confessed, her fingers absentmindedly toying with a thick leather bracelet that seemed to hold more significance than just a piece of jewelry. In the middle of her wristband, there was a watch; it reminded me of Mr. Smith’s watch. 

“Mr. Smith found this body for me, and here I am. I have no plans to transfer into another body if this one should die," she explained. I gazed at her skeptically. She then stared sincerely into my eyes and said, "I would like you to be my companion. Let's travel together, it will be fun," she proposed enthusiastically, catching me off guard. I was shocked that she offered to take me with her, but I don’t trust her. However, the knowledge she has about Mr. Smith might prove useful and I want to know more about him, more than what he would ever tell me. I gulped and said, “I don’t know if I should come with you, but I’ll think about it,” I told her. She nodded, “Okay, you do that, in the meantime if I were you, I would get on birth control.” Rising to her feet, she prepared to depart. "Hold on a sec, what are you saying? I can't come out pregnant. He's from another planet, he’s an alien, we are of a different species." She chuckled and set her arms akimbo. "Oh Birdie, you're so naive." Leaning down, she planted a kiss on my forehead. "Just be careful," she advised me, her gaze filled with sincerity. She genuinely looked worried for me. I should’ve taken offense for what she said, “Naïve, as if,” I pondered, however she’s right. I should’ve seen it, but I didn’t see the red flags that were blatantly in my face. Leila's expression turned serious as she made her way towards me, her eyes fixed on Melanie's retreating figure. "Who is that? Do you know her?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Sensing the gravity of the situation, I suggested we continue the conversation in a more private setting. "There's something I want to talk to you about. We should go to my house because this is going to take a while," I said.

A Trip to 1976

A Time Traveler’s Companion 

Remi and Mr. Smith Visit the 1930s

 

(An excerpt from A Time Traveler's Companion)

The next day, we made our way to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, a stunning architectural marvel situated on Wilshire Boulevard. My previous visit had been during a high school field trip, so the memories came flooding back as I stepped inside. It looks a little different than what I remember. Curiosity got the better of me, and I turned to Mr. Smith, and asked, “Why are we here?” With a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, he responded, “There’s something here that I must acquire.” As we wandered through the museum, we immersed ourselves in the captivating displays of artifacts, vibrant paintings, and exquisite antique jewelry, each piece telling its own unique story. I stumbled upon this gorgeous brooch that was crafted from gold, featuring a brilliant sapphire right in the middle, about the size of a quarter, and encircled by a ring of sparkling diamonds. The design resembled a beautiful flower, and I was completely captivated by its sheer elegance. Mr. Smith, noticing the admiration in my gaze, turned to me and said, “Remi, I promise that one day I’ll gift you a gorgeous pendant.” My heart skipped a beat, and a gentle smile spread across my face. “Tonight, when this place has closed, we’re going to come back,” he whispered.  A wave of confusion washed over me as I studied his expression, but it quickly dawned on me that he was plotting to snatch the brooch. 

My heart raced, and I felt my eyes grow wide with alarm as I scanned the room, anxiety creeping in. As we inched back toward the wall, I couldn't help but scan the crowd with a mix of anxiety and curiosity. They seemed completely absorbed in the stunning artifacts displayed in the shiny glass cases, completely unaware of my unease. He stayed totally cool, radiating a chill confidence that suggested nothing could throw him off balance.

 "So, what's our plan for stealing that?" I whispered, a bit sheepishly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep in. Mr. Smith leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead, smiling as he said, “You’re absolutely adorable.” He then locked eyes with me, his expression serious yet warm, and he continued, “I’ll explain everything once we’re back in our room.” He lightly traced his finger along the surface of his ring before taking my hand, guiding me into another room that was completely empty, save for the artwork adorning the walls. There, the monolith loomed, seamlessly merging with its surroundings, almost camouflaged among the exhibits. Anyone who happened to catch sight of it would likely assume it was just another piece of the collection, blending effortlessly into the curated space. My breath caught in my throat as I exclaimed, “Oh my god, what if someone sees us?” My voice trembled with anxiety. He simply shook his head, reassuring me as we stepped into the monolith, which then vanished, transporting us back to our hotel room. A wave of nerves washed over me as I contemplated the heist ahead. “Remi, my love, don’t fret; I’ll guide you through my methods,” he promised, and while I nodded in response, a lingering sense of uncertainty still gnawed at me. "Mr. Smith, why do you need to steal it?" It was a valid question, yet somewhat simplistic. He let out a derisive laugh, responding, "Butterfly, a client from the year 2203 has commissioned me for it. They intend to purchase it from me, and since I possess the ability to traverse time, I often explore various periods to acquire specific artifacts. I ensure to substitute the brooch with a replica generated by the AI within the monolith, so the original items remain undetected as missing," he explained with an air of nonchalance. "Well, I guess. It is the 1930s, a time when high-tech devices for verifying authenticity simply don't exist," I remarked. He chuckled and shook his head, adding, "No need to fret about that; the AI is the pinnacle of high-tech innovation you could ask for," he joked, giving me a playful wink. It was clear that he was no stranger to ventures like this one; perhaps Melanie had already caught wind of his unusual pursuits. With a resigned sigh, I nodded in agreement. Later in the evening we stepped into the monolith, we dressed in the black fitted bodysuits and the monolith appeared inside the museum after closing. There is a security guard that walks the hallways but with the help of the AI, Mr. Smith can pinpoint his location. 

As we stepped out of the monolith, I was so nervous that I slightly trembled. I have never stolen anything before, let alone something of value from a museum. Mr. Smith and I spoke through the intercom in our helmets, and I asked him, “What now?”

“We will head to where the brooch is, just follow me,” he responded and took my hand. With the scanner in his hand, he detected two more heat signatures other than us. I was completely silent, but my heart was racing. I had a feeling Mr. Smith caught on; he looked my way and gave me a smile and said, “Don’t worry, Butterfly.” When we came to the targeted item, we cautiously approached it. Through the intercom, Mr. Smith communicated with the AI. “Can you discreetly knock out the alarm systems?” In seconds he was able to lift the glass container where the brooch is encased. He grabbed the brooch and replaced it with a replica. I looked around nervously. Carefully, he placed the glass display case in position, and we headed back to the monolith. A guard unexpectedly walked into the room and caught sight of us just before we could get into the monolith. “Hey, stop!” he yelled, pointing his gun our way. We slowly turned to confront him; my hands raised in surrender as I felt a wave of defeat wash over me while glancing at Mr. Smith. He had already stashed the brooch in a purple velvet pouch and tucked it into his side pocket. Without missing a beat, Mr. Smith pulled out a smoke bomb from another pouch on his belt and hurled it at the guard. A bright flash lit up the scene, and smoke swirled everywhere, but then the guard shot me in the leg, knocking me to the ground. My frantic scream drew the attention of another guard, who hurried over to check things out. Meanwhile, the first guard lay on the ground, confused and trapped in the dense smoke, leaving him unable to move for a moment. With no other option available, Mr. Smith drew his weapon and fired at the second guard as he attempted to intervene. He then assisted me to my feet and swiftly carried me into the monolith, which vanished from sight just as the guard was regaining his senses. "I was shot,” I said, feeling faintish. Mr. Smith took me to the infirmary. After I had comfortably settled onto the bed, the AI initiated its thorough examination, promptly tackling the complications with my leg. Unusual medical instruments descended from the ceiling, expertly working to repair the damage. Blood seeped from the wound where the bullet had breached my suit, which, while designed for environmental protection, lacked any real armor capabilities. Miraculously, the AI managed to heal my leg completely, leaving no trace of scars behind. "Mr. Smith, could I join you in meeting the client?" I asked with enthusiasm. He merely shook his head, a flicker of worry crossing his face, "It's too risky, my dear; maybe another time." He placed a soft kiss on my lips, and within moments, I regained my ability to walk. Together, we headed toward the main room. "Mr. Smith, what was the point of wearing the suits if they offered no protection against weapons?" He gazed at me with a playful sparkle in his eyes, a hint of mischief dancing across his features.

 “That suit really looks good on your body,” he laughed, his voice light and teasing. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, a smile creeping onto my face as I shook my head in mock disapproval. After Mr. Smith dropped me off, I called Leila that evening to share the day’s escapades.

Flare: Chapter 7 Not Human Anymore (Excerpt)

 

Cher and Dolan headed back to his apartment. After spending a little more time with him, Cher decided it was time for her to head back home. As she pulled up to her house, she noticed Maddie sitting on the porch swing, patiently waiting for her. Cher parked her car in the driveway and made her way over to the porch. "What are you doing out here?" Cher asked curiously. Maddie looked up, with a puzzled expression on her face. "I couldn't find the house key," she admitted, a hint of frustration in her voice. "Where did you hide it?" Cher chuckled softly as she walked over to a pot on the right side of the door and lifted it, revealing the hidden key underneath.

 "Oh, how silly of me. I must have forgotten where it was," Maddie said and added, “I thought it was under that one.” She pointed to another pot with beautiful Marigold flowers in it. With the door now unlocked, Cher and Maddie stepped inside. Cher's mother had already gone to work, while her father was still fast asleep, he didn’t leave for work until 6pm. Maddie decided not to disturb him, so she opted to wait for Cher outside instead. Cher and Maddie made their way to her room. It was evident that Cher was excited to share something significant with her friend. "I have something to tell you, and I hope you won't get upset," Cher confessed, noticing Maddie's apprehensive expression. Maddie's mind raced with worry, fearing that Dolan might be teaching Cher more than just levitation tricks. "What's going on?" Maddie asked, her curiosity piqued as she waited for Cher to reveal the secret. Cher sighed and revealed that Dolan took her to one of the feeding dens. 

“He took me to a place where people like him can feed on human energy.” Cher’s revelation shocked Maddie but curiosity took over, she wants to hear more.

 “Go ahead,” she said. 

“The place is disguised as a bar and grill but in the back, they have secret rooms where they feed on people who are sex addicts.” Cher revealed, feeling ashamed by what she did to that woman. Maddie stared at her then asked, “Did you feed?” Cher nodded and said, “If I don’t, I will start feeling weak and my appearance will change. I think you might’ve seen it before.” Maddie remembered that two days ago, Cher did look kind of withered and a little pale. Maddie contemplated what Cher told her, she realized that her friend is no longer the woman she met back in high school. She may not be human anymore, but she will stand by her side, more than ever. 

“Cher, if you need to feed, take it from me. I’d prefer you to do that, rather than prey on an innocent person. Cher met Maddie's gaze with a serious expression and gave a nod. In the weeks to come, Dolan teaches Cher how to survive an attack from a vampire. “Cher, you hold the sword like this and slice the head off this way.” He said as he demonstrated how to swing the sword. Cher did as she was told and practiced with him. “Why would I need to learn to use a sword?”

“Because these are no ordinary swords, they are made of silver. However, the handle is not silver but made of steel,” he informed her. 

“Can energy vampires die the same way?” It was a good question, one that she feared to ask. He looked at her curiously, wondering if there was an ulterior motive for asking that question. They set the swords down and sat on his bed. “Yes, basically the same,” he said, solemnly. Cher nodded. “That’s why you must be vigilant when you’re out there and if you go to the feeding dens, just be careful that you’re not being followed. Regular blood suckers are not the only ones to watch out for.”

“What do you mean?” Cher asked. Dolan sighed, “There are a group of people that have been hired by the Church to hunt supernatural creatures like us. They will kill you. They know everything there is to know about killing us.” The serious tone in his voice alarmed her. “Are you tired of training?” he asked and leaned in to kiss her. She shyly nodded and smiled. They began to make out and in minutes they were in the throes of passion.

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 Returning to our room, the air crackled with an undeniable tension as we once again succumbed to our primal urges. Our lovemaking was intense, fueled by a fiery passion that consumed us both. He fucked me in various places, each more daring than the last - the table, the bathroom counter, the steamy confines of the shower, and finally the cool hardness of the floor. But it was when we found ourselves entwined in the bed that I truly lost myself in the throes of ecstasy. Lying on my side, he lifted my leg and entered me from behind, his hard thick member filling me completely. The initial gentleness of his thrusts soon gave way to a relentless rhythm, each movement pushing me closer to the edge until I could no longer contain my cries. Our bodies reached the pinnacle of pleasure simultaneously, and as our climax washed over us, our essence spilled uncontrollably onto the soft bedcovers. Mr. Smith never allowed me to take the dominant position, and I never felt the need to push for it either. After our passionate encounter, we surrendered to the blissful embrace of slumber, entwined in each other's arms. The next day, we embarked on an adventure to explore the enchanting island that had captivated my attention through the restaurant's window. The monolith produced clothing for me to wear, a pair of black denim pants, a white cotton/lace button up blouse and a pair of white canvas shoes. Curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't help but ask him, "Are we allowed to be on this island?"

My eyes caught sight of a sign that clearly stated, "Private Residence, No Trespassing." Instead of answering my question directly, he responded with a warm smile.  As we strolled along a dusty path, I couldn't help but express my awe, "It's absolutely beautiful." In that moment, he gently wrapped his arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him. With a sense of pride, he revealed, "This is a private island that I purchased a long time ago, but I haven't made it my permanent residence yet. I often come here to find solace and contemplate my life." Continuing our walk, we eventually found ourselves seated on a sturdy concrete bench, strategically placed to face the vast expanse of the ocean. The view was nothing short of breathtaking. I found myself mesmerized by the endless horizon, as if the water stretched on forever. “The tranquility of the surroundings allowed me to escape from the chaos of the outside world, even if just for a moment,” he said. We stared out at the sunset. Lost in the serenity of the moment, he broke the silence with heartfelt words, "I'm truly grateful to have met you, Remi. By the way, I don't think I've ever asked for your full name." With a shy smile, I replied, "My full name is Remilda Lucan." His eyes sparkled with admiration as he whispered, "Remilda, what a beautiful name." I then asked him, “So, is your name really John Smith?” He hesitated before responding, “Yes and no.” The answer wasn’t what I expected and left me a bit irked, my brow furrowed. In that moment, he leaned in and gently kissed me, leaving me with a sense of warmth, causing my heart to flutter. Leaning my head against his shoulder, he planted another gentle kiss on the top of my head. I asked him about his age, hoping he wouldn't mind. He responded with a casual sigh, saying, "I am the age you believe me to be." His ambiguous answer left me slightly irate, desiring a more direct response. Eventually, he spoke up, stating, "Well, the way you see me, I appear to be in my thirties." I nodded, acknowledging what he said.

 “But I am five hundred years old,” he paused. “Well, my body is.” Startled, my eyes flew open, and a soft gasp escaped my lips. "But how?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by the mysterious revelation. "The body I inhabit once belonged to a man from the Renaissance Times," he explained, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of the ocean. "His name was John Smith. I appeared to him as he wandered down a dusty path." Eager to hear more, I urged him to continue. He drew me closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "My kind are non-corporeal beings," he began, his words painting a picture of his otherworldly origins. "Beings of pure energy. 

Our planet lies five hundred thousand light years away from Earth. The monoliths, including the one you see here, arrived in our world many millennia ago, settling in the Syranu Desert. The ancient structures were revered by my people as divine symbols, with no one daring to enter except for one brave soul.” He exhaled as he reminisced. "You were the exception," I pointed out, to which he acknowledged, "It takes courage to venture into the unknown, Remi, and that's exactly what I did. Although my kind can live for many millenniums, we are not invincible, we can be killed," he mentioned, causing me to shudder, "Who would want to kill you? You are a remarkable being, whether human or extraterrestrial, and you are really something else, extraordinary."

"I appreciate your words, Remi," he replied before leaning in to kiss me softly.

 "So, what transpired next?" I asked, eager for more details. "After visiting the monolith regularly, I mustered the courage to approach the crystals. I cautiously touched one of the shimmering crystals on the matrix table on the pillar, a surge of energy enveloped me, transporting me to a completely different world - your world, during the Renaissance era. It was a breathtaking sight, but my attention was quickly drawn to a bewildered peasant in his thirties who happened to be walking along a path in the countryside and spun around when he heard the monolith appear.

He cautiously approached the monolith, his eyes filled with both curiosity and fear. And then, the door slid open, causing him to jump back and stumble in astonishment." My curiosity piqued, and I couldn't help but interject, "What happened next? What did you do?" Mr. Smith paused; his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and regret. He sighed, "As I stepped out of the monolith, the peasant's expression transformed into a mixture of awe and terror. 

 To him, I must have seemed like an otherworldly being - an Angel or a Demon. It was in that moment that I realized why the monolith had brought me to the 1500’s," he explained, his voice filled with a hint of mystery. A heavy silence settled between us, the anticipation of his next words hanging in the air, leaving me yearning for more. "I adore your curiosity," he expressed, gazing at me thoughtfully. "Please don't judge me for what I'm about to tell you though," he said. Mr. Smith felt uneasy about revealing his secret, worried that it could change how I perceive him. "The moment I stepped out of the monolith, the man gazed at my real appearance." I pondered on that briefly, "I wonder how his true form actually looks like." He continued, “To my dismay, the man lost his sight as soon as he laid eyes on my true form. He was blinded by my light, literally. It seems that humans are unable to withstand the sight of me in my true state. I brought the unfortunate man into the monolith, where the AI scanned his body and determined that he would have eventually succumbed to cancer. So, I made the decision to end his life." My jaw dropped in shock as I stared at him, unable to comprehend as to why he did it. I wanted to run away but he held me close. "Why?" I asked, completely taken aback by his revelation. He then reassured me, "The AI informed me that in order to live among your kind, I needed to inhabit a physical form. Remember, he would have died anyways. Trust me, he didn't feel any pain." I sat there in silence, shocked by his revelation. His embrace was tight, as if he feared I would walk away from him, in fact, I wanted to but emotionally I couldn’t leave him. He met my eyes earnestly. I swallowed hard and said, “I'm sorry for what you went through, but you did what you had to.” At that moment, a slight fear crept over me, but I managed to conceal it from him. As he embraced me, his smile and appreciation were unmistakable. It was clear that he was genuinely pleased that I didn't pass any negative judgment on him for what he had done. However, I did want to run away from him but then my feelings of love for him kept me there. ‘Where would I run to?’ I thought.

 “I am so happy that I met you Remi, I finally found someone who understands my pain,” he said, expressing relief. "I'll always be here for you," I promised, despite the warning signs that I chose to ignore. It's a peculiar situation, really. I am head over heels in love with him, he is my first love, and no matter if I tried to leave him, he would always find a way back to me, literally. He found a way to track me and had this habit of stalking me, which I was oblivious to at the time. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we enjoyed a beautiful evening together, marveling at the sky ablaze with shades of orange and pink before making our way back to the monolith. 

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Chapter 6: A Fate Worse than Death

(content warning: Sexual situations)

Cher was dropped off at her house by Dolan, feeling a sense of solitude as she walked in quietly. The absence of her parents indicated that her mom must have worked overtime once again, while her dad wouldn't be home until the early hours of the morning. After taking a refreshing shower, Cher settled on her bed, deep in thought about the events that had transpired earlier. The conversation with Dolan regarding Leena had a certain level of coherence, especially when it concerned Leena herself. However, the notion of being an energy vampire that he had mentioned left her feeling unsettled and torn between believing him or not. The conflicting emotions within her made it difficult to reach a definitive conclusion. Resting comfortably on top of the bedcovers, she was clad in her printed heart-shaped pajamas. Gazing up at the ceiling, her eyelids grew heavy, and she gradually succumbed to sleep. 

At approximately 5 in the morning, an inexplicable sensation of weightlessness enveloped her. Initially assuming it was a mere figment of her imagination, she turned to her side and cautiously opened her eyes. To her astonishment, she found herself suspended three feet above her bed. Startled, she couldn't help but exclaim, "What the Hell!" The moment she was fully awake, she plummeted back onto her bed, leaving her utterly shocked and filled with dismay. The realization dawned upon her, "It's true. Oh no," she thought, her mind racing with confusion and disbelief. She realized that it wasn’t a dream, it was real. As she lay there, she pulled the covers over her and silently wept. The morning arrived, and it was already 11 am. Her senses were heightened, allowing her to detect the fragrance of her neighbor Kate's perfume and even the scent of the lavender shampoo she used. 

"Kate must be outside tending to her garden," she pondered. Suddenly, her mother entered the room and remarked, "Mija, you overslept." Walking towards the window, she opened the curtains, causing Cher to grimace at the bright light. "Mom, I'll handle that, just close them for now," Cher requested. Her mother shrugged and informed her, "Well, your friend is here." Cher immediately assumed it was Dolan, but to her surprise, when she got up and got ready, it was Maddie who entered the room. Maddie is dressed in a vibrant red button-up shirt with short sleeves, paired with sleek black trousers that have suspenders attached. To add a touch of personality, she adorns her head with a stylish raspberry red beret, a nod to her admiration for Prince and his iconic song.

 Completing her ensemble, she confidently struts in black three-inch heeled shoes.  Her short dark brown hair reaches the nape of her neck, she sweeps her hair to one side, effortlessly framing her face and revealing her warm hazel eyes. Her eyes sparkle with a friendly and approachable demeanor. Cher quietly shut her bedroom door, creating an air of secrecy as she prepared to reveal something important to Maddie. “I got something to tell you.” As they both sat on Cher's bed, she began to divulge every detail, not holding back even the most intimate moments, such as her first time with Dolan. Maddie's expression shifted from confusion to disbelief as she processed the shocking information.

 “Cher, stop messing around,” she said, with a mixture of skepticism and amusement, she playfully nudged Cher, urging her to stop the charade. However, Cher's serious tone and unwavering gaze made Maddie realize that this was no prank.

 "It's all unbelievably true," Cher insisted, her voice trembling slightly.

 "You were right about Dolan, but you never could have imagined just how right you were." Maddie's skepticism lingered, refusing to fully accept what she was hearing. To prove her point, Cher decided to demonstrate her newfound ability to levitate. However, her control over this power was still shaky, and she struggled to maintain her levitation for more than a few seconds. 

Maddie's jaw dropped, her eyes widening in sheer disbelief. Rising to her feet, she shook her head in slowly. "Oh, my God, absolutely no way," she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips. "Maddie, please don't be scared, I'm still the same person," Cher reassured her friend, attempting to alleviate her fears. Maddie continued to gaze at her, a mixture of unease and worry etched on her face.

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The anticipation of his next move left her breathless, eager to surrender to his every command. “Get on your hands and knees.” Cher's moans of ecstasy filled the room as he teased her with his thick, pulsating member, tantalizingly close to her tight little asshole. The thought of plunging into her backdoor excited him, but he hesitated, unsure if she was ready for such a taboo act. Instead, he pushed his throbbing shaft into her wet, eager pussy, fucking her with a primal intensity that made her perfect breasts bounce and jiggle with each powerful thrust. Both were lost in a haze of lust, their heavy breaths mingling in the air as they surrendered to their carnal desires. With each forceful thrust, he would deliver a sharp slap to her round, firm ass, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain from her lips. She bit down on her lip to stifle her cries of pleasure, afraid that the neighbors might hear. 

"Oh God, yes," she gasped softly, her voice a breathless whisper as he continued to pound her with a relentless rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Finally, as their bodies trembled in unison, they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, their orgasms crashing over them in waves of pure bliss. Her walls clenched tightly around his shaft, milking him for every last drop of cum as he released himself inside her, marking her as his own with a few possessive love bites on her quivering skin.

 "Oh baby, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice husky with desire as he emptied himself into her, his hot seed mixing with her own juices in a deliciously sinful cocktail of passion and lust. After that intense encounter, they lay entwined in each other's arms and from the window, the moonlight casting eerie shadows across the room. Cher's gaze shifted towards the clock, her mind filled with a mix of anticipation and unease. The time read 11:30pm, a reminder that she had failed to inform Maddie of her whereabouts for the night. But Dolan’s promise to have her home before midnight, echoed in her thoughts, momentarily overshadowed by the intensity of his passionate kiss. Breaking the silence, Dolan's voice resonated with a sinister undertone as he whispered, "I am going to show you something, my love." His body pressed against hers, his lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck. The once tender embrace now took on a predatory nature, as his tongue invaded her mouth like a slithering snake. A sudden shift in the atmosphere sent shivers down Cher's spine, a sense of foreboding creeping into her consciousness. As Dolan continued to explore her mouth, a strange phenomenon unfolded before her eyes. It was as if an invisible force was being transferred from him to her, an exchange of energy that terrified her. She could literally feel his essence emanating from his mouth and merging with her own. His words, laced with a twisted encouragement, pierced through the darkness, "Come on, share with me. You are like me now; you can do this." The realization dawned upon Cher that this was no ordinary encounter. Dolan's intentions were far from innocent, and the consequences of refusing his offer became clear. "If you don't feed, you'll start showing signs of weakness," he added, his voice dripping with a sinister allure. In that moment, Cher found herself at a crossroads, torn between the allure of newfound power and the fear of losing herself to the darkness that now enveloped them both. With trepidation, she swallowed hard and obediently followed his command. The act of sharing her energy felt utterly unnatural, as if she was delving into forbidden territory. It was evident that he had performed this ritual before, for he seemed well-versed in its intricacies. In that moment, a startling revelation struck her like a bolt of lightning - Leena, too, was molded in his image. The realization sent shivers down her spine, for it meant that he had transformed her into something akin to himself. While a surge of vitality coursed through her veins, an unsettling feeling of violation gnawed at her very core. Her very soul teetered on the precipice of danger, as if it had been tainted by his dark influence. Following the exchange of their life force, they found solace in the embrace of one another.

"There is something I need to tell you." He uttered softly. "I am an energy vampire, yet I did not wish to bring harm to you during our first sexual encounter. In the depths of my being, I sensed the essence of my beloved wife, reborn in you. Therefore, I made the decision to bestow upon you the same immortal existence as mine, to safeguard your precious life." Cher lay there dumbfounded by what she heard.

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We arrived at our destination in no time at all. The monolith appeared in the heart of the city, surrounded by towering buildings made of stunning, shimmering glass-like structures. Stepping out of the monolith, I couldn't help but feel amazed by the breathtaking scenery. "Wow, it's absolutely beautiful," I exclaimed, my eyes wide and my mouth slightly agape. While strolling, we caught the gaze of numerous onlookers, intrigued by our unique outfits, or I should say my outfit. Mr. Smith, who sported a black blazer, a white button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing a bit of his chest, and black pants, fit in. It was hard not to notice that everyone else was clad in black and white attire. 

Curiously, I raised an eyebrow and observed as they walked by. Mr. Smith gently held my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't pay them any mind," he advised. "But they're staring at us," I pointed out. He chuckled and affectionately said, "You're adorable," planting a kiss on my forehead. I blushed and smiled. "I think they're more interested in the monolith than us," he noted. Indeed, some people were approaching it and even touching it. Concerned, I glanced at Mr. Smith.  “The locals here are quite inquisitive, aren't they?" he remarked, without any doubts. It was surprising for the onlookers to witness it vanish right before their eyes. Almost everyone was dressed in black and white, wait I mentioned that. A girl, who seemed to be my age, strutted past us in a black mini dress with zippers for a daring touch, long lace-up black boots, a checkered black and white belt, some jewelry, and spiked hair.

 Not everyone sported such a bold look, but the color palette remained consistent - black and white. While strolling along the sidewalk, I paused to feel the wall of a building, which turned out to be a smooth, sleek surface made of an unfamiliar material. I could observe black and white bullet trains speeding through enclosed tube-like tracks all over the city. Inhaling deeply, I noticed the air was refreshingly clean. "Have you been to this place before, Mr. Smith?" I asked him as we strolled down the street hand in hand. "Yeah, it's been a while," he replied abruptly, leaving me to ponder if he had visited with someone else in the past. The idea made me feel a bit unsettled. Getting into a self-driving electric taxi, I shot him a quick look from the corner of my eye, debating whether I should delve deeper into his history by asking more questions. 

The taxi's exterior gleamed in white, contrasting sharply with the all-black interior that had synthetic glass with small holes separating us from the front cab. The side doors opened automatically for passengers, while the front control panel remained out of reach for those in the back. Surprisingly spacious, the taxi could fit up to six people. "Head to the Leisure Palace Tower," he instructed the taxi's computer. Looking out of the cab's tinted windows, I marveled at the stunning cityscape before me, feeling overwhelmed by its beauty. Mr. Smith was staring at me with a look that combined longing and desire, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. It seemed like he had hidden intentions for our time together, and I couldn't help but sense that he wanted something deeper from me. I quickly averted my gaze. Trying to distract myself, I asked him about the people here, wondering if we had finally expanded our civilization to other planets. "I've noticed that everyone here is human. Have we truly colonized other worlds?" I asked.

"Yes, indeed. Your people have accomplished that. It's now the year 2203, and this planet is one of the six that humans have successfully colonized," he responded. "2203," I whispered to myself in disbelief. The taxi left us at the hotel, and upon entering the lobby, I immediately noticed the sophisticated decor. A checkered black and white carpet covered the floor, with cushioned chairs placed on top. Black ceramic pots held plants, and large black and white paintings adorned the walls. The room's focal point was a stunning crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its brilliance standing out against the monochromatic theme. "Wow," I whispered as I glanced around. We checked in at the lobby and headed to our room on the 13th floor. On Earth, no hotel owner would have a 13th floor due to superstition, but it seemed different here. Mr. Smith checked us in, and we rode the glass elevator up to our room. Upon entering, I was in awe. The large windows offered breathtaking views of the city, with hillsides shimmering in the distance, scattered with something all along the side. “What is that shining on the hillside? It looks like….”

“Crystals,” he interjected. I set my backpack down on a chair. 

“Really? Wow, they’re so beautiful,” I said. I gazed out the window, marveling at the breathtaking view. The room's automated shutters and skylight roof added to the modern convenience. Suddenly, he appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around my slender waist and holding me tightly. Our cheeks brushed against each other, and I closed my eyes, releasing a contented sigh. My heart skipped a beat as I felt his warm breath against my cheek. He gently turned me around, never letting go of our embrace. "I took the liberty of booking us a Day Spa appointment, followed by a dinner. Tomorrow, we can explore the stunning landscapes and visit the Blue Crystal Caves," he said. "Really?" I responded, surprised by his thoughtful gesture. "Anything you desire," he responded, hugging me even tighter. I stared into his eyes, wondering if I was now his girlfriend. However, I hesitated to reveal my age, fearing it might change how he sees me. I chose to remain silent, not wanting to be treated like a child. His captivating coffee brown eyes locked mine, and he gave me a gentle smile, causing my cheeks to blush. "Thank you," I said, and he smiled at me, his face filled with curiosity. "When should we go to the Day Spa?" I asked. He responded, “In forty-five minutes.” As I glanced around the room, I noticed the small black fridge, probably filled with cocktail drinks, and the king-size bed covered in soft white sheets. But then it hit me, there was only one bed. My heart skipped a beat, and I let out a soft gasp. He casually tossed his black blazer onto the bed and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined biceps beneath his crisp white button-up shirt. He was undeniably attractive. Feeling a bit anxious, I said, “Um, I’m going to use the bathroom.” He nodded and before I knew it, he approached me, gently cupping my face and planting a lingering hard kiss on my lips. It caught me off guard, but in a good way. I managed to smile before retreating to the bathroom to collect my thoughts. The year 2203 felt surreal, and I wished I could share this experience with someone like Leila. The realization hit me - what if he wanted to take things further? I pondered the possibilities, whispering to myself, "One bed, oh my God." I stared at my reflection in the mirror, questioning why he chose me and what he wanted from me. With a murmur, I contemplated the situation, asking myself, "What should I do?" After taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage. "Alright, I can do this," I reassured myself, mustering confidence as I prepared to leave the bathroom. As I stepped out, I found him sitting on the bed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. "You look stunning," he complimented with a flirtatious smile, patting the space next to him. I hesitantly sat down, feeling a bit awkward at first, my heart racing. His fingers caressed my hair before grazing my lips, causing him to gulp audibly. "I suppose we have a bit of time before our spa appointment," he said as his gaze fixed on me contemplatively, pondering his next move. I nervously swallowed, asking, "So, what would you like to do?" His arm encircled my shoulder as he leaned in for a kiss, prompting me to recline on the bed. His body pressed against mine, his lips exploring mine tenderly. His tongue delved into my mouth, as his hand slipped beneath my blouse to toy with my bra. Lifting my blouse over my bra, he unhooked it skillfully, gently teasing my nipples with his tongue until they stiffened. The knock on the door broke that moment, but he hesitated to stop. "Room service," the voice called out, causing Mr. Smith to reluctantly pause. With a soft groan, he acknowledged the interruption and got up to answer the door. As he left, I remained in a daze, filled with the lingering feeling of love. I watched as he walked to the door. With a swift tap on the panel beside the door, it slid open, allowing the man to enter. As I hastily fixed my rumpled attire, the man's gaze shifted between me and Mr. Smith, a sly grin spreading across his face, he raised an eyebrow.

“I brought you complimentary lunch from the kitchen,” he said. Mr. Smith looked at me and winked. The server pushed the cart in. “Thank you and here’s for your troubles.” Mr. Smith gave him a gold coin and the server left. Mr. Smith closed the door. “So, you carry gold coins with you?” I asked. He smiled and lifted one of the lids from the bowls on the food cart. “Looks good,” he said, “And yes, I do.”

“Oh, okay,” I chuckled and shrugged. I stood up and walked toward him. I looked at the food. "We should make our way to the spa appointment," he glanced at his watch. "Is it almost time?" I asked. "It's always good to arrive a little early. I assure you that once we return," he paused, gently caressing my cheek, "We'll continue to get to know each other better." He tilted his head to the side, flashing a charming smile. I blushed and nervously played with a strand of my hair. Realizing my childish behavior, I quickly stopped. "Wait a second," I started, with a hint of confusion evident in my voice. "I thought our plan was to have a fancy dinner at that upscale restaurant later?" He simply shrugged, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting with the intensity in his eyes as he drew me closer, “We have three days to do that.” In that moment, I could see his intentions clearly etched on his face. Despite my lingering doubts, there was an undeniable comfort in his presence, a sense of security that allowed me to surrender myself completely - my heart, my affection, and even my virginity. No one had ever evoked such emotions within me. His captivating smile and the way he enveloped me in his arms effortlessly erased any lingering worries. I couldn't help but wonder why someone with his irresistible charm and magnetic personality didn't already have a significant other. As he strode towards the closet, he tapped a hidden spot on the wall, causing it to swing open effortlessly. Inside, two pristine white robes hung, resembling togas, waiting for us to embark on our shared adventure. I picked up the charming mini toga tailored for women, featuring a delicate brown sash. Curiously, I wondered about the choice of brown for the sash. His toga, on the other hand, fell to his knees and was accompanied by a white sash to cinch at the waist. Both ensembles were enticing, crafted from a light terry cloth material. "Are they serious about this attire?" I pondered aloud, casting a doubtful glance at the clothing before letting out a soft chuckle. "It's necessary," he affirmed, pausing as he settled on the bed. "And remember, no undergarments, just these togas," he instructed. I hesitated briefly, mulling over his words. "Well, I suppose," I acquiesced, taking the toga and heading to the bathroom to change. After slipping into the toga, I emerged from the bathroom, only to find Mr. Smith gazing at me with admiration. Feeling a tad self-conscious, I shyly looked away with a smile. "Should we go barefoot or what?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence in the room. He gestured towards the closet, indicating our footwear options. He informed me that there should be a pair of sandals in the closet. As I approached, the door slid open, revealing both male and female sandals on the floor. I picked up a pair, feeling his intense gaze on me, watching my every move with desire. "Nice," I remarked, examining my sandals. Handing him his pair, I couldn't help but notice his arousal apparent through his pants. My eyes widened as I admired his incredible physique as he stood up and took off his clothes in front of me. I couldn't tear my gaze away, but quickly turned around. He grinned and chuckled, enjoying my reaction. "You're so cute. Maybe we should skip the spa and spend the day here," he remarked, his tone suggestive as he winked. After he got dressed, he gestured towards the door, “Let’s go,” he said. Holding hands, we made our way to the luxurious spa on the lower level of the hotel, reminiscent of a Beverly Hills retreat for the wealthy.

The entire decor was a sophisticated blend of black and white, from the pictures on the walls to the elegant chandeliers hanging above. The room was adorned with a few decorative plants in black pots, adding a touch of nature to the monochromatic theme. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair and light brown eyes dressed in a chic black and white dress with white sandals welcomed us. I couldn't help but wonder about their fixation on black and white. Despite my initial hesitation to undress completely, Mr. Smith's reassuring nod put me at ease. As we lay on the massage tables, his intense gaze filled with longing and desire made the experience even more alluring, but it also made me feel uneasy. I chalked it up to nerves. Later, I indulged in a soothing hot stone massage that melted away my stress. A stunning woman inquired if I desired a grooming session for my pelvic area. "Men adore a well-groomed pussy," she whispered seductively. Blushing, I hesitated before responding, "Well, I suppose." The room was filled with an intoxicating aroma that heightened my relaxation and happiness. The woman, with her hair elegantly tied up, had hands as soft as silk as she massaged me. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith luxuriated in one of the hot tubs in another room. After our blissful time at the day spa, we strolled back to our room. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. There was something about that place that put my mind at ease and made me feel truly beautiful. He wrapped his arm around my slender waist and drew me close. With a contented smile, I replied, "I loved it. It was incredibly relaxing, and I've never experienced a day spa like that before."

 "Really? Well, I'm delighted to have given you this unforgettable experience," he said, winking and planting a tender kiss on my head. As we walked down the hallway towards our room, a woman with sunglasses and sandy blonde curly hair glanced at us curiously.

At first, I didn't recognize her, dressed in a knee-length dark brown leather coat and knee-high black flat boots, but upon a closer look, I realized she was the woman from the park. I let out a soft gasp. As she passed by, I saw a holster under her coat, hinting at a concealed weapon. Her eyes lingered on me before shifting to Mr. Smith, scrutinizing us. My brow furrowed as she walked past, and I glanced back at her, but she never turned around. I wondered if Mr. Smith knew her and if she was bothered by seeing us together, yet it seemed he hadn't even noticed her presence. "Are people allowed to carry weapons so openly around here?" I asked. He gave me a curious look. "Yes, but they are not permitted to use them. Why do you ask?"

"Well, that woman who just walked past us had a holster with a weapon. Did you see her?" He glanced back, but she had already vanished around the corner.  

"I didn't really pay attention," he admitted, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of us together. I am far more observant than him, and the woman's gaze appeared intimidating and slightly menacing. I made a confused face. Upon reaching our room, we both removed our sandals. Collapsing onto the bed, I closed my eyes, feeling utterly relaxed and beautiful with my hair cascading around me. As we lay side by side, he reached out and held my hand, drawing closer to me and initiating a passionate kiss. Gradually, he began to undress me, revealing my bare chest as his lips caressed my skin. His hands explored my body, whispering words of admiration as we became entwined in a fervent embrace, lost in each other's touch. I gingerly parted my legs, and he showered me with tender kisses, leaving love marks on my inner thighs. His tongue found its way to my pulsating, wet clit, teasing and caressing it skillfully. He guided me to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor, and hoisted my legs onto his shoulders. With my hands entangled in his hair, his tongue delved into my moist tunnel, greedily savoring it. Ecstasy washed over me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. As he pleasured me orally, his fingers skillfully explored my depths. Moving upward, his lips trailed kisses along my belly and up to my breasts. Lost in pleasure, I barely noticed as I shifted further up the bed. With a soft moan, I felt his hard, thick member slide into me, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. The rhythm intensified, his arms enveloping me tightly. Arching my back, I released a tantalizing moan, unable to form words. Pain ripped through me, as he tore through my hymen. My moans of ecstasy drowned out any other noise as every fiber of my being tensed and my pulse quickened. His thrusts became more aggressive, his kisses more urgent. In a brief instant, I caught a glimpse of a flash of blue in his eyes, but I squeezed my own shut, refusing to acknowledge it. I convinced myself that his otherworldly origins were the reason his eyes seemed to glow with passion. 

His thick shaft hammered relentlessly into my soaking wet tunnel, stretching me to my limits as my walls clenched around his thick shaft. He pinned my wrists above my head, the headboard reverberating with each powerful thrust. Together, we soared to the peak of pleasure, reaching our climax in unison. I tried to push him away, but he held me down with a ferocity that sent a shiver of fear down my spine. "Stop," I cried out, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and fear. He leaned in, his lips pressing against mine with a raw intensity, leaving me breathless. As he pulled away, a rush of emotions flooded through me, my cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, and my heart pounding in my chest. Concern etched across his face, he asked, “Are you okay?” His worry was evident in his voice. In that moment, I gathered my thoughts, my mind racing to process the whirlwind of sensations that had just consumed me. “I’m fine,” with a deep breath, I reassured him that I was fine, my mind finding solace as my heart gradually settled, and the tension that had gripped my body began to fade away. The reality of that first intimate encounter was far from the enchanting and romantic portrayal often depicted in movies and television. It was a stark reminder that every woman's experience is unique, shaped by her perspective and personal history. I couldn't deny the pain I felt as he forcefully broke my hymen, a physical reminder of the vulnerability and trust I had placed in him. Yet, amidst the pain, we found solace in each other's arms, his gentle touch against my face a testament to his concern and care. “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he murmured. "I'm alright," I confessed, attempting to reassure myself that I was fine with the situation, even though a part of me was still bewildered and slightly frightened. Deep down, I believed that I was his beloved girlfriend, and that we were destined to be together forever. However, I couldn't be certain if he shared the same sentiments. He leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my lips, his voice filled with understanding. "I understand your apprehension, Butterfly. I tried my best to be gentle, but your beauty and tender nature overwhelmed me. I couldn't resist your sensuality; you possess a uniqueness that you may not even realize. You have touched the depths of my heart." He nestled his head against my exposed chest, intertwining his leg with mine, and listened intently to the rhythmic beats of my heart. A contented sigh escaped my lips as a smile graced my face. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, while his hand delicately caressed my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples, and placing soft, affectionate kisses upon them. "They are flawless," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. The encounter had left me in a state of awe, and I lay there in silence, attempting to process the overwhelming emotions that flooded my being. "I am truly grateful to have crossed paths with you," I whispered softly, my words brimming with genuine happiness. He proclaimed, "You are a stunning young lady, and I consider myself fortunate to have been your first." This remarkable and intelligent gentleman had become my initial lover. Throughout the night, we were entwined in a tight embrace, and even as the sun rose, he continued to embrace me in his strong arms. Following a revitalizing shower we shared, breakfast was brought to our room, and we readied ourselves for a captivating 6-hour tour train to the mesmerizing Blue Crystal Caves. On our way to the caves, I couldn't shake off the image of the scars I had spotted on his back while we were showering. I didn’t notice them during our intimate time together, but they were there, clear as day in the steam of the shower. I thought about asking him how he got them, but ultimately, I chose to keep my mouth shut and let it be. The scenery was stunning, leaving me in awe as we traveled to the caves in a tour train that was encased in a thick strong durable Plexiglass tube much like the bullet trains in the city. When we finally arrived, we stepped out and stood alongside the crowd, as we patiently waited outside the entrance. Our tour guide handed us white hazmat suits, and I curiously asked Mr. Smith, “Why do we have to wear these?” He explained that wearing them was necessary to prevent any contamination in the caves, as well as to protect us from the intense heat generated by the crystals, which could exceed 150 Fahrenheit. 

After helping me secure my helmet, he reminded me that photography was strictly prohibited. Although I couldn't capture the moment, I can only describe the incredible sight of the caves, where the crystals shimmered in mesmerizing shades of blue and iridescent colors. The crystals were large and towered from the ground up, nearly touching the top of the cave. The desire to touch and take a small piece of this beauty overwhelmed me. I took some selfies of Mr. Smith and I outside of the entrance of the cave in our hazmat suits with our helmets off.

Later in the afternoon, we made our way to the elegant restaurant he had mentioned earlier. The restaurant exuded sophistication with its sleek black and white decor, perfectly complementing my stylish black and white geometric print mini dress. He opted for a timeless black and white ensemble. From our table, we had a breathtaking view of the beach and a distant island. Our dinner was delightful, although there were moments when Mr. Smith's attention seemed to drift away from our conversation, fixated instead on the crashing waves and rugged cliffs. It wasn't that I was boring him; there was an air of contemplation, as if something weighed heavily on his mind, transcending our relationship. Concerned, I asked, "Are you alright? Am I boring you?" I took a sip of my wine, hoping to ease the tension. "Butterfly, I’m sorry for being distracted. I couldn't help but ponder about your undeniable affection for those mesmerizing blue crystals. The way your eyes lit up whenever they caught a glimpse of those precious gems was truly enchanting. I would like to gift you a small fragment, one that you could cherish and adorn around your neck, but the rules forbid anyone from taking crystal fragments, and I regretfully cannot fulfill what you desire." He was right, I longed for a tiny piece of that captivating crystal, a tangible reminder of our shared moment together. However, I understood the importance of adhering to the regulations in place, especially on this planet. With a gentle smile, I reached out my hand towards his, intertwining our fingers in a comforting embrace. His eyes flickered with a fleeting blueish glow, reminiscent of that unforgettable night we shared. My breath caught in my throat as I gasped in surprise. "Oh, you noticed," he muttered, averting his gaze and swallowing hard. "I hope this doesn't change how you feel about us Butterfly," he confessed, his eyes filled with sincerity as they locked onto mine. "No, it doesn't," I replied, pausing for a moment to gather my thoughts, “Why do your eyes sometimes have a bluish glow to them?” His face blushed a bit before he explained. “My eyes sometimes will glow during intense moments,” he paused and added, “Do you wish to stop seeing me?” I shook my head, "No of course not. I want to keep moving forward in this relationship. I love being with you," I said.

"Do you love me?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty regarding the depth of our relationship. In response, my cheeks blushed as I nodded in affirmation. A smile graced his lips as we concluded our meal, the air thick with unspoken desires and hidden passions. As we dined on the familiar Earth-like cuisine, I couldn't help but notice the strange, otherworldly fruits and vegetables that adorned our plates. Humans had brought their culinary traditions to this new planet, but there were still remnants of the unknown that left me hesitant to indulge, fearing potential allergic reactions.

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