FLARE: Chapter 11: The Perfect Ending Excerpt

 

(This is an excerpt from my book, FLARE-Chapter 11 The Perfect Ending)

Trigger warnings: Sexual content

Cher was busy preparing a banana float for a customer, but once the customer left, she noticed Dolan sitting quietly at a table in the corner. Her brow furrowed and she let out a sigh before walking over to him and taking a seat.

"What brings you here," she asked, her eyes reflecting a hint of sadness. Seeing him brought back the heartache she felt when she saw him with Olivia in her vision.

 "I wanted to see you," he responded, feeling a sense of awkwardness. "I never received an answer from you about the people you've been associating with lately. Perhaps we could meet somewhere and talk about it."

“Dolan, I am unable to disclose that information to you. I am fully aware that I am an energy vampire, but through no fault of my own," she stressed. "Nevertheless, I am committed to preventing others from falling into the same fate as me." She gazed at him with sincerity in her eyes. His gaze was fixed on her, a mixture of concern and confusion evident in his expression. He feared that he may have made an error in turning her into an energy vampire. However, he realized that if he had chosen to end her life, he would have never experienced the joy of being with her. “Cher, I understand your frustration, but the reality is that you are now one of us, and that cannot be undone. I urge you to cease your crusade against our own kind. If the blood suckers you attacked discover that you have been targeting them, it will only lead to conflict between our kind and theirs." As his hand extended towards hers, she quickly pulled away, a clear sign of her discomfort. His expression softened as he spoke, revealing a sense of urgency in his request, “I am your maker, please I insist you visit me tonight.” Despite his plea, she avoided making eye contact, her gaze fixed on something in the distance. With a gentle touch, he guided her face to meet his, his eyes filled with determination and authority, demanding her attention. In that moment, she decided to reveal a secret that had been weighing heavily on her.

 “Do you know why I joined the Hunters in attacking the vampires?” He waited for an explanation. The truth unfolded as she explained how her cousin had fallen victim to a vampire attack, sparking a personal vendetta against the blood-sucking creatures. “My father, a diligent police officer, had been looking into a string of mysterious deaths that seemed to be vampire-related, but he believed they were the work of a deranged individual. However, I knew the truth behind those killings.” She paused and went on to explain, "Tomas, whom I had been dating for a few months, but I hadn’t yet slept with him, discovered my secret when we finally engaged in sex. He discovered I was an energy vampire when I unknowingly tried to feed on him, only to be repelled by a religious tattoo on his back. It was then that he caught a glimpse of my monstrous face. In that moment, I came to terms with what I am and the need to make amends. I begged him not to end my life, revealing that I had been turned into a creature of the night against my will. He felt sorry for me and in exchange for sparing my life, he proposed teaming up to track down other monsters, given my ability to identify them. The reason I spared Leena's life is due to a pact we made together."

 "What kind of pact?" Dolan asked. The question lingered in his mind, unsettling him. “I can’t tell you,” She paused and stood up. “Dolan go home, and I will be by tonight.” She gave him a reassuring smile. He left and later in the evening she went to his apartment. As he swung the door open, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze. The intense feeling of desire washed over them, and she sauntered into the room. They found themselves wrapped in each other's embrace once more, their bodies intertwined on Dolan's waterbed. Cher couldn't help but take note of the unconventional choice of bed, but it didn't hinder their passionate encounter.

He forcefully lifted her, positioning her legs over his shoulders, and plunged into her dripping, eager center, thrusting with unbridled intensity. They were consumed by desire and lustful moments. He implored her to arch over the bathroom counter, and he thrust into her from behind with vigor and velocity. Despite her lack of experience with anal sex, he was resolute, and she was eager to please. Gradually, he slid into her snug anus, and with delicate motions of his sizable shaft, she climaxed as he teased her clit with his fingers simultaneously. They engaged in sexual activity in various areas of his apartment, including on the breakfast table. As they reclined on Dolan’s bed in the aftermath of their intimate moment, Cher’s thoughts began to drift. She pondered her future and the harsh reality that she would never be able to have children, because she is an energy vampire. A twinge of bitterness crept into her heart as she rested her head on his chest. Listening to his slow, steady heartbeat, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was truly alive.

 “But of course he is,” she mused to herself, “he breathes just like I do. So, what sets us apart from regular humans? Perhaps it’s the fact that we can live for centuries, much like traditional vampires. However, like them, we can also be killed.” Sensing Cher’s distraction, Dolan asked, “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Cher replied, “I was just thinking about the two of us.” He embraced her tightly, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head. The room was filled with the melodic sounds of David Bowie's "Let's Dance" playing from the radio in the background. "Cher, please reconsider your pursuit of our kind," he pleaded, hoping for a response that never came. The silence unsettled him, causing him to question whether his life was in danger. Despite his concerns, he knew deep down that Cher would never harm him. In fact, he was certain that she harbored feelings for him, and he couldn't deny that he may have developed feelings for her as well. Throughout his centuries of existence, she was the closest he had come to finding someone who resembled his beloved late wife, Cestra. 

It had been a whole week since Dolan last laid eyes on Cher. After searching for her at her workplace with no luck, he decided to pay a visit to Maddie at her home. Standing at her front door, he patiently waited for her to invite him in, as he couldn't enter without an invitation. “Alright, you can come in,” Maddie finally relented and allowed him to enter, closing the door behind him. Dolan, with his hands in his pockets, made his way to the couch and took a seat, while Maddie settled in a recliner across from him. With a sigh, she asked, “What brings you here?” He responded, "I was hoping you might have seen Cher.”

 Maddie was taken aback by Cher's failure to inform Dolan about her weekend plans, assuming that she would share the news with him. Dolan's expression hinted at his confusion, prompting Maddie to provide an explanation for Cher's absence.

 “She went to see relatives out of state, I think she said Oregon, something like that,” she paused. “Do you want anything to drink?” Dolan declined the offer, “No, I just wanted to know if you’ve seen her.”

“I saw her two days ago,” Maddie revealed.

Maddie cautiously asked him about the status of his relationship with Cher, expressing genuine interest in their well-being. “So, how are you both doing? Is everything okay?” 

Dolan chuckled and grinned, “Define, okay?” He paused, “Besides the intimate moments, she barely opens up to me, in fact, she keeps parts of her life hidden." Maddie understands but refuses to disclose more than she already knows.

Cher doesn’t disclose much to her, especially since joining forces with the Hunters. Cher doesn’t want her to get involved. Maddie chuckled softly and said, “Did you know that they call her Flare? The Hunters gave her that nickname.” Dolan, intrigued by this revelation, raised an eyebrow in surprise.

 "Flare?" he repeated, trying to wrap his head around the unexpected moniker. Maddie simply nodded in response, a hint of concern lingering in her expression. Dolan's face took on a thoughtful expression as he took in this new information. It was clear that he was already formulating a plan on how to address the situation with Cher, showing his genuine care for her well-being.

"Thank you for sharing that with me, I appreciate it. When Cher returns, I'll ask about her nickname," he chuckled before getting up from his seat. Maddie accompanied him to the door, and as Dolan stepped outside onto the porch, he glanced back.

"Take care," he bid farewell before walking off. Maddie closed the door behind him and made her way to her bedroom. Once there, she reached for the phone and dialed the room number where Cher is staying. She is currently residing in one of the motels in Seattle, Washington. The group of Hunters are staying at the same motel, waiting for further instruction. Olivia's penthouse is the prime target, situated in a building owned by Olivia herself. Among the residents are a group of elite energy vampires, along with some regular humans. A team of more than 25 skilled hunters are prepared to eliminate the head Mistress and her followers, ensuring that no innocent lives are harmed in the process. Cher picked up the phone and answered it.

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FLARE: Chapter 10 Chaos (Excerpt)

 

(This is an excerpt from my book FLARE, Chapter 10 Chaos)

Dolan found himself caught in a web of conflicting emotions, torn between loyalty to his comrades and the unsettling truth about Cher's motives, leaving him grappling with a moral dilemma that could change everything. He's aware that Cher witnessed something real, but in a vision. He was eager to speak with her, but something was preventing him from getting close to her house.

He suspects that religious charms hanging outside her window might be the cause.

 "Hey Dolan, you really need to have a conversation with her, or at least with her friend. She confides in her about everything," Leena urged before getting up and headed toward the door. Dolan was deep in thought.

She turned back and said, "Catch you later," with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. After she left, Dolan made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Later, he lay on his bed, partially dressed, staring up at the ceiling. As night fell, he closed his eyes, trying to connect with Cher in his thoughts. Suddenly a vision came to him, it showed Cher battling a group of vampires. 

Startled, he abruptly sat up. Quickly, he threw on his long black coat over a black tee shirt. His black button-up Levi’s jeans fit snugly but allowed for easy movement. He grabbed a suitcase filled with weapons from his closet, taking out a retractable sword, he took it with him.

 With a sigh, he headed out the door. Arriving at the feeding den in some undisclosed bar and grill in Long Beach, he parked his car in the back parking lot. He can sense Cher nearby. He immediately heard screams emanating from within. Fear gripped him as he stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes wide with apprehension. Scanning his surroundings, he noticed the hunters encircling the building. All humans had been safely evacuated, leaving behind only those who willingly offered their blood to the vampires. A hunter pursued a vampire fleeing from the building, both disappearing into the darkness. 

“The Hunters always strike at night, damn bastards,” he muttered. “Get back here, you fuckin’ bloodsucker!" the Hunter yelled.

A pistol gleamed in his hands; its barrel pointed straight at the vampire. With a swift pull of the trigger, rounds of Holy Water burst forth from the gun, each bullet containing the sacred liquid. The shots echoed through the night, and the vampire staggered before collapsing to the ground. 

Dolan crouched behind the towering trash bins, his heart racing as he watched the chaotic scene unfold before him. Among the fleeing vampires and some humans that were donors, Cher stood out, brandishing a sterling silver machete amid the crowd.

“No,” Dolan muttered. He was unsure how to engage with her. Helpless, he observed as the chaos seemed to play out in slow motion. She wielded the sharp machete, decapitating heads as she made her way through the vampires that tried to fight back or escape. When she faced in his direction, he saw her eyes glow passionately as she enjoyed killing the blood suckers. No energy vampire has ever killed a regular vampire, not since the war that happened between them before he was ever made into an energy vampire. In superhuman speed, he dashed towards her, scooped her up, and carried her to his car while she was distracted. 

“Put me down,” she shouted, grappling with him, nearly injuring him with the weapon she wielded, but he seized it and flung it into the rear seat as he tossed her in the passenger seat. “Cher, stop," he yelled. Her eyes gleamed with a crimson hue as she hissed at him vehemently. “What happened to you? Why are you doing this?" he asked, as he drove out of the parking lot and onto the street. Cher composed herself and fixed her gaze on him. "Why would you do that?" she asked, her eyes reflecting a lugubrious expression and her lips parting in disbelief. Her eyes had lost their fiery intensity and returned to their normal state.

 “You shouldn’t have done that, you should’ve left me alone,” she admonished him for his actions before turning her gaze towards the passing lights of other vehicles while Dolan hurriedly drove to his apartment. 

 

“Explain," he interjected, his tone firm. "I need an answer from you." Cher remained quiet. Upon reaching the apartment building, he held the door open for Cher, but she declined to leave the car. He looked at her, feeling flustered. She met his gaze with a glare before finally stepping out of the vehicle. Glancing at her weapon in the backseat, she was stopped by Dolan's stern voice, "Don't think about it, Cher."

 He firmly held her arm until they arrived at his apartment, where he immediately switched on the light. “Sit,” He commanded her to take a seat at the breakfast table, then removed his coat and settled down beside her. “I regret leaving, and if I had been aware of what you went through after I left, I would have returned earlier," he expressed apologetically.

 Cher gazed at him, feeling the urge to weep, yet refusing to grant him the satisfaction of witnessing her vulnerability. He fixed his gaze on her, anticipating a reaction. A tense silence hung in the air. He reached out and gently touched her hand, causing her lips to part and their eyes to meet with a shared desire. Standing up, he took her hand and guided her towards his bed, where they both undressed in anticipation. With a seductive smile, he whispered, "Baby, let's share our energy with each other. I don’t want to fight."

(For those who don't know, Cher's eyes are normally brown but when she is aroused or enraged, her eyes turn silver in color, they glow. In addition, I try not to share the sexual encounters between the characters on this blog, The book is rated for 18 & 0ver.)

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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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A Time Traveler's Companion: Chapter 3: Tarislee (A Truth Revealed)

 

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 This remarkable and intelligent gentleman had become my initial lover. As the night unfolded, we remained locked in a fervent embrace, and with the dawn's light breaking, he still held me tightly in his powerful arms. It is a curious thing really; it was as if he feared I might vanish from his grasp. Following a revitalizing shower we shared, breakfast was brought to our room, and we readied ourselves for a captivating 6-hour tour on a 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 caverns in a futuristic looking bullet 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 give 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. I suspect though that there is something else bothering him. With a gentle smile, I reached out my hand towards him, 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 me 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, although technically we just met but I do feel a strong connection to him that I can’t explain. 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. Returning to our room, the air crackled with 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.

I wondered as to why the monolith didn’t create a Disco dress for me when we traveled to 1976. I decided to brush it off and not think about it. Looking around, 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 Marie 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 was piqued by the mysterious revelation. "The body I inhabit once belonged to a man from the 1500’s," 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. "We are 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, my 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 at 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 him, 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 2: 1976

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   We arrived at our destination in just a few minutes. "Look, we're here!" he exclaimed, grabbing my hand with excitement in his eyes. As we stepped out of the TDSC, we were in a crowd of people walking along the sidewalk, all dressed in 1970's fashion. I couldn't help but feel a little out of place, wearing my modern clothes from the 2010's. However, he didn't seem bothered at all. He was too busy being captivated by my reactions and the amazement in my eyes as I took in the surroundings. I was filled with a mix of awe and disbelief; it felt like I had been transported to a different time.

"So, what do you want to do now?" he asked, still holding my hand.

"Well, I think we should try to blend in, don't you think?" I replied, referring to the need to dress appropriately for the era. 

 "Sure," he agreed, and we made a quick stop at a clothing boutique on our way. Inside the store, I spotted a wide range of 70's fashion garments and ultimately settled on a stylish pair of flared button-up jeans. 

The best part was that the boutique allowed customers to wear their purchases right away. Excited about my new find, I decided to try on several other outfits to find the perfect dress for the disco nightclub. However, despite my efforts, I couldn't make up my mind. Just as I was changing in the dressing room, to my surprise, he peeked inside.

Startled, I exclaimed, "Hey, you're not supposed to be in here! I'm not decent!" My face turned red with embarrassment as he gazed at my appearance, his eyes brimming with longing.

"Allow me to help," he said, entering the dressing room. With a tender touch, he swept my hair aside and zipped up the back of my dress. The dress was a stunning royal blue satin silk that hugged my figure perfectly, falling to mid-calf with a daring side slit and a low-plunging neckline. To enhance the look, I paired it with a blue velvet choker accessory. The soft fabric of my dress felt amazing against my skin. Gazing at my reflection, a contented smile spread across my face. Standing behind me, his gentle touch on my shoulders, sent a shiver down my spine, followed by a tender kiss. Moving closer, he whispered, "You're stunning," causing my cheeks to flush and my heart to quicken. When I mentioned needing shoes, he apologized, feeling embarrassed by his oversight. "I'm sorry Butterfly, I must be imposing on you," he said. 

"Not really, you just caught me off guard, that's all," I replied, feeling a bit flustered.

“He called me Butterfly,” I mused. 

"I know I'm old and...," he began, but I cut in, "You don't look that old. You seem like you're in your late 20s," I nervously added. He blushed and grinned, "Indeed, I am," he said with a flirtatious smile. "I'll buy the dress and jeans for you, and then we can look for shoes," he suggested. 

 "Do you have something to wear to the nightclub?" I asked him. He paused, pondering for a moment. "I believe so. I’ll check my closet; the monolith can create outfits for me if necessary." After he left the dressing room, I changed into the jeans he bought me. I carefully folded the blue dress. While at the checkout, I asked the cashier about nearby dance clubs.

"Yes, I visited Studio One with my boyfriend last week, and it's quite nice," she responded. I asked about its location.

 "It's in West Hollywood," she replied. 

Mr. Smith covered the cost of my outfit and shoes. I expressed my gratitude and stepped outside with him.

"Do you think we can locate the nightclub?" I asked.

 "I'll ask the TDSC," he replied, pausing for effect. "The monolith," he added playfully, giving me a wink. As we strolled down the sidewalk, he held my hand, and I pondered whether the TDSC could connect with him telepathically. I spotted a group of young men nearby, they were probably around my age, one of whom was giving me a flirtatious glance, which made Mr. Smith's expression darken with jealousy. "Can we go to that nightclub?" I asked bashfully.

"Absolutely," he responded. Suddenly, the monolith transmitted a signal that appeared on his watch. Mr. Smith checked his black steampunk-esque wristwatch, showing cryptic symbols and numbers. It was evident that the markings were beyond human comprehension. The monolith appeared in an alley nearby. As we made our way around the corner and entered the alley, we suddenly spotted a couple who were closely observing the monolith.

Their expressions were filled with bewilderment, clearly surprised by its sudden appearance. "It's truly fascinating how the monolith has the ability to change its shape," I mused.

"Excuse me," Mr. Smith uttered politely to them as we strolled through the entrance and found ourselves inside. Suddenly, the monolith vanished right before their eyes, leaving them utterly shocked. In a state of fear, they ran away from the mysterious phenomenon.  

"Do people usually get scared when the monolith appears and disappears out of nowhere?" I asked. 

He casually shrugged, "Maybe, but they won't see it again, so it'll turn into a story they tell their kids and grandkids," he replied nonchalantly as he gazed at the

holographic image above the crystals. "Oh yes, I've found the nightclub, and the TDSC can take us there," he exclaimed. I looked at the image, and it looked like a very high-tech layout of a map. It was something I cannot comprehend. "I need to pick out an outfit," he mentioned before walking toward a corridor and disappearing. I took the opportunity to explore the large room; the intricate designs on the walls captivated me. The interior differed from the exterior, despite sharing the same color scheme. I struggled to articulate the beauty before me.

The walls boasted geometric lines that formed a stunningly sculpted 3D shape. As I observed one of the shapes with a sense of curiosity, an intriguing phenomenon began to unfold before my eyes. Gradually, an otherworldly presence materialized a short distance away from me, taking the form of a woman. Her appearance was ethereal, with long, sandy blonde curls cascading down her shoulders, and her eyes shimmered with a gentle, bright blue hue. A ghostly pallor adorned her face, adding an eerie touch to her overall visage. 

Caught off guard by this unexpected encounter, I couldn't help but let out a startled gasp, instinctively taking a few steps back to create some distance between us. In a hushed tone, I muttered, “What the Fuck,” hoping not to draw any attention to myself. However, as quickly as she had appeared, the mysterious woman vanished into thin air, leaving me bewildered and slightly unnerved by the inexplicable occurrence. Despite the lingering confusion and a tinge of fear that lingered within me, I mustered the courage to continue exploring the room. To my astonishment, the walls surrounding me were completely devoid of color, resembling the vast expanse of a pitch-black night sky. This revelation added an eerie ambiance to the environment, intensifying my sense of intrigue and curiosity. 

Lost in my own thoughts, Mr. Smith suddenly appeared, twirling around with a mischievous grin on his face, causing me to laugh at his playful nature. "You know, you remind me of that guy from that movie, Saturday Night Fever," I joked, prompting him to chuckle.

 “Do you like it?” he asked for my opinion on his outfit, wondering if he should keep it.

 "Maybe go for something more subtle, like a simple polyester disco shirt and pants," I suggested with a hint of amusement in my tone. After a moment of contemplation, he agreed that my idea might be better suited for the occasion. As our conversation shifted, I couldn't resist sharing the strange experience I had earlier. His eyes met mine with genuine curiosity, creating a moment of silence that made me wonder if I had said something wrong. Curiosity filled his face as he asked, "What exactly did you see?" Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I proceeded to describe the ethereal figure that had briefly appeared before me, though uncertain of its true nature. I gulped, "I thought I saw an apparition, but I can't be entirely certain," I admitted, feeling a hint of foolishness creeping in. 

With a pause, he reassured me, "It's nothing. That was the AI in the monolith. Sometimes it takes on a holographic form. It was simply curious about you." His words eased my fear, and I cleared my throat, confessing, "Well it just scared me, that's all." Nonchalantly he revealed, "The AI took the form of a former companion of mine. It captures the essence of life, and since we were once intimately involved, it captured her image." His solemn gaze met mine, conveying a depth of emotions. Curiosity sparked within me, and I couldn't help but ask, "Is she still alive?" He nodded, his expression carrying a hint of sadness. "Yes, but she's no longer with me." His words hung in the air, and I sensed his reluctance to delve further into the topic. A pang of jealousy washed over me as I realized I wasn't the first woman to accompany him on his travels. Doubt crept in, making me question my own significance. However, I quickly reassured him, "Well, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.” 

As we walked down the hallway, he flashed a reassuring smile and said, “Don’t worry about it.” When we entered his room, I couldn't help but notice the thoughtful expression on his face, as he tucked his hands casually in his pockets. Feeling the need to apologize again for bringing up a sensitive topic, I approached him and let out a sigh. However, he shook his head, assuring me that it wasn't a big deal.

I softly rested my hand on his shoulder and reiterated my apologies, and to my astonishment, he spun around and pulled me into a warm embrace. My face blushed. In his embrace, I felt an undeniable yearning from him, a silent plea for a deeper connection, perhaps a taste of intimacy. 

With a playful grin, he said, “I’ll go change.” He headed toward the closet. He tapped a panel on the side, and he swiftly picked out a new outfit, ready to move on from our conversation. I glanced away as he started getting dressed, but I couldn't resist sneaking a peek over my shoulder to admire his well-defined physique as he took off his shirt. I quickly looked away, feeling a surge of excitement. Once he was done, he tapped my shoulder, prompting me to face him. "What do you think?" he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.

 "Looks great," I responded with a grin, unable to conceal my attraction toward him. He was clad in a copper/gold polyester button-up shirt,

paired with black polyester trousers and stylish Disco-style men's shoes. His hair was slicked back, completing the ensemble. Suddenly, the monolith materialized in an alley beside the nightclub. By the way I seldom refer to the monolith as TDSC, it's simply the monolith to me. 

He turned to me, sporting his shades, and asked, "How do you like my sunglasses?" I chuckled, "I don't think you need them at this time of day."

"You're right," he admitted, taking off the sunglasses. "I have to change my clothes. Can you give me a moment?" I requested, blushing slightly. He lovingly kissed my forehead and gave me a sly smile.

"Sure thing," he replied, playfully tapping my nose. He exited his bedroom, allowing me to change into my dress and slip on my shoes. I got the eerie feeling of being watched but I brushed it off. As the clock struck eight in the evening, the nightclub burst into life, with thumping music that echoed throughout the venue. The doorman, responsible for security, politely requested my ID. Mr. Smith had given me a card earlier, assuring me it proved I was of legal age.

The doorman checked my card and allowed us inside. It didn’t occur to me then that Mr. Smith suspected I was not the age I said I was. Stepping into the club, I couldn't help but sneak a quick look at the card, only to be surprised by its emptiness - there was nothing written on it. Confused, I couldn't resist asking Mr. Smith, “Why is this card completely blank?"

 He chuckled and replied, "Oh, it's a magical ID card.” Although I found his playful explanation hard to believe, I decided not to dwell on it. Memories of my grandmother's stories flooded my mind. She used to recount her nights out at nightclubs, where she eventually met my grandfather. The retro music playing in the background added to the nostalgic atmosphere, with songs like, Rollercoaster, Car Wash, Heaven Must be Missing an Angel and Turn the Beat Around set the perfect tone for the evening. 

Following our dance, we found our way back to our table and indulged in some beverages, where the waitress pleasantly caught me off guard with a delightful Long Island Iced tea. Mr. Smith warned me to be cautious with how much I consumed, and he was spot on. I ended up feeling a bit intoxicated for the remainder of the evening. As a slow melody filled the air, Mr. Smith and I took to the dance floor once again. He held me close, enveloping me in a tight embrace, his body exuding a comforting warmth as he drew me nearer to him. Our cheeks touched, creating an intimate connection.

The song ended, and we sat back down at our table. "I'm having such a great time. How about you?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of allure. I responded with a nod, a grin forming on my face, yet beneath the surface, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more profound brewing between us. Was he able to pick up on the deepening affection I harbored for him?

Lost in a whirlwind of romantic and sensual musings, I gazed around the club with a sense of enchantment, only to have my attention abruptly diverted by a woman who seemed oddly familiar. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I locked eyes with the mysterious woman, prompting him to question, "What's the matter?" His gaze held a flicker of intrigue as he followed my line of sight towards her. "That's my grandmother," I blurted out, recognizing her from old family photographs. "I'm sure it's her."

 "It's possible. I don't know your grandmother personally, but she might have frequented the nightclubs in this area," he remarked casually, taking a sip of his drink. As I made a move to approach her, he reached out to stop me, shaking his head in disapproval. Ignoring his silent protest, I continued towards the woman, prompting him to groan and reluctantly follow me. She sat at the bar, exuding an air of anticipation, and if my memory served me right, she should be around 21 years old at this time. Standing before her, I hoped she’d notice me. Her captivating hazel eyes met mine, and there was a cocktail placed in front of her, adding to the intrigue of the moment. She sat there with her long dark blonde colored hair, mostly likely dyed, it is styled in that Farrah Fawcett hairdo and cascades gently down her shoulders.

 The white sleeveless sequin disco dress she wore hugged her figure, accentuating her curves, while her black platform heels added a hint of sophistication to her ensemble. Her long nails, painted in a shimmering silver glitter nail polish, caught the light as she moved. As she turned her gaze towards me, her eyes filled with curiosity, she paused, "Who let you in here? Aren't you a little young to be in this club?" She seemingly questioned my presence there. 

"Oh, she's with me, she's twenty-one. I brought her here for her birthday," Mr. Smith quickly intervened, his voice filled with a protective tone, as he leaned in to give me a tender kiss on my head. 

Her brow furrowed slightly as she observed me, her curiosity piqued; then she turned to Mr. Smith, "Are you British?" she asked him, her voice laced with intrigue over his accent. 

“European,” he replied. Interrupting the conversation, I couldn't help but ask, "Is your name Leena Cabrera?" My words hung in the air, a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. I was hoping to find a connection, a familiar thread that would tie us together. 

"Well, it's Leena but not Cabrera. My last name is..." she began, her voice trailing off. I interjected, "Sims?" 

The words slipped out unexpectedly. "Do I know you?" she asked, her curiosity now tinged with a hint of confusion. It was clear that my presence had stirred something within her, a sense of familiarity that she couldn't quite place. Feeling a sense of unease, I hesitated before responding, aware of the delicate nature of time travel, you know, the butterfly effect.

"Um, I just thought you were someone else, sorry," I finally managed to say, my words laced with a mix of regret and caution. The potential consequences of altering the past loomed over me, reminding me of the fragility of time. Sensing the need to diffuse the tension, Mr. Smith suggested that we leave.

 "Maybe we should go," he said. As we walked away from her, she trailed behind us. She stopped me and whispered, "Is he related to you?" Her suspicious gaze was fixed on Mr. Smith. I glanced at him, unsure of how to respond. Trying to reassure her I said, "Yeah, he is." Mr. Smith gave me a concerned look, making the situation even more tense. She exhaled, looking confused, she gave me a smile, and a nod then headed back to the bar. The bartender signaled for another drink, and she nodded, stealing a quick glance at us as we made our way out. I couldn't believe that it was my grandmother.

“She’s, my grandmother!” I exclaimed, adding, “I never thought I'd meet her before she met my grandfather. She looks stunning.” 

 Curious, he asked, "How do you know she wasn't waiting for him here?" His question made me pause and think. I remembered her telling me that she met my grandfather at a nightclub in 1976, but I didn’t realize it was that one. Feeling a bit tipsy, I stumbled slightly. "I shouldn't have drunk that tea," I admitted, causing him to chuckle softly. 

We returned to the TDSC (monolith). He adjusted the crystals on the pillar; he called it a matrix table and then led me to his bedroom. 

"Are we still in the alley?" I asked, and he replied, “No, we're between space and time.”

 I gasped softly, "Can I take a look?" He smiled in response, saying, "Maybe later." I shrugged, kicked off my shoes, and settled on his bed, smiling contentedly. As we lay on his bed, I asked, “How is it like traveling out there. Are you always alone?” He began to tell me about his travels. I found myself fascinated by his stories. He then sighed and his eyes held a touch of sadness that drew me in. When he gazed at me, his expression softened, and a gentle smile graced his lips. With a tender touch, he traced his finger along my lips. He requested the monolith to play some music, and the room filled with the echoing melody of a song called, More, More, More, a popular song from the 1970s. 

 “Right now, in this very moment, being in your presence feels like the most exquisite place to be," he confessed, skillfully diverting the conversation. And in that precise instant, he drew nearer, his lips colliding with mine in a fervent, passionate kiss. His tongue explored the depths of my mouth, igniting an inferno of desire within me. The weight of his body pressed against mine, intensifying the longing that surged through my veins. As his hand ventured beneath my dress, a thrill shot down my spine. With gentle, tantalizing strokes, he discovered my moist tender bud, sending waves of euphoria coursing through my entire being. Gasping softly, my heart raced, and my cheeks flushed with a potent blend of anticipation and apprehension. Caught between the magnetic pull of desire and the fear of surrender, I abruptly pushed him away in a moment of panic, inadvertently causing him to tumble off the bed. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, his expression a mixture of surprise and a hint of woundedness.

Overwhelmed by guilt, I extended my hand to help him up, still not fully prepared to completely succumb to the intoxicating allure of the moment.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Why the hell did you do that for?" he asked.

I hesitated, then confessed, "I'm still a virgin," feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. In response, he immediately apologized and joined me on the bed. He gently brushed my hair away from my face and wrapped his arm around me.

With a sigh, he admitted, "I'm truly sorry, I had no idea. I should have been more considerate. Let me take you back home," his voice filled with disappointment. Overwhelmed by guilt and uncertainty, I couldn't help but wonder about his intentions, especially considering his past involvement with someone else. I let out a sigh, unsure of what to say next.

"Even though we didn't," I paused, searching for the right words. 

"Indulge in passionate lovemaking," he finished my sentence; a warm smile gracing his lips.

 "Yes, that," I replied, my voice tinged with nervousness. 

"Perhaps one day, we can explore that possibility," I added, my words laced with anticipation. To my relief, he agreed, his eyes filled with understanding and affection.

"Maybe it's best if we call it a night. I'll take you home," he suggested, leading me out of the room and into the main area. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the color scheme in the hallways, it’s all the same. 

"How many rooms does this TDSC have?"

I asked, hoping for a straightforward answer. Instead, he pulled me closer, his touch comforting and warm. "As many as I need,” his response was cryptic, leaving me with more questions than answers. “You can take me back to the same place and time and from there I can drive home.”

“I’m not sure if you should drive home by yourself, considering that you’re still a bit tipsy, I will drive you,” he said, as he fiddled with the crystals on the console, I mean matrix table, moving them around and tapping them.

 “But how will you get back to the TDSC?” It was a sensible question but a naive one at that. He smiled and walked up to me; he put his arms around my slender waist, holding me close.

 “I call it to me,” he said.

 “Really. How is that?”

“It just comes to me when I think about it,” he looked at me as though he wanted to tell me more about the enigmatic monolith and about himself but was holding back. It could have been because he had just met me, but I had a feeling that he wanted to test my level of interest in embarking on interstellar adventures with him. Personally, I was genuinely intrigued and eager to join him on these escapades, so I subtly hinted that I might be open to the idea in the future.

"You know, I wouldn't mind traveling with you," I cautiously expressed. His eyes instantly lit up, and a smug smile crept across his face. 

"Great! Let's go," he exclaimed, making his way towards the console and skillfully manipulating the crystals on the matrix table. My eyes widened in surprise, and I quickly interjected, "Hold on a sec, I really should go back and get my car home. Let's stick to the original plan you proposed. Once we're at my place, we can discuss this further," I suggested, with a nervous smile, feeling a sense of anxiety. He scoffed and chuckled in response, clearly understanding my concerns, "Of course, we can do that," he reassured me.

Suddenly, the monolith materialized next to one of the towering trees where I had parked my car. It cloaked itself, basically becoming invisible. Making it nearly impossible for passing cars to notice; the other vehicles that had been there earlier had already departed. For some reason, it seemed like we had arrived later than expected. 

"Are we back at the exact time we left?" I asked as I stepped out cautiously, scanning the surroundings for any onlookers. He emerged beside me. Some cars drove by but didn’t notice us.

"Possibly, but most likely not the same time, just the same day," he replied, causing me to purse my lips and my brow to furrow in thought.

"How do you plan on returning to the monolith if you're at my house?" I asked. With a mysterious grin, he drew me closer, encircling my waist with his arms. His response was enigmatic and filled with intrigue. "I'll summon it," he declared confidently. We got into my car; I was still clad in my Disco dress, while he had reverted to his pre-1976 attire in the monolith. We parked in the garage; I grabbed my backpack and headed indoors. I was surprised by his ability to drive an Earth vehicle, assuming he had acquired the skill during his travels. With my parents and brother absent, I made my way upstairs, with him trailing behind me. Glancing at my iPhone, I noticed messages from my friend about meeting at the mall later, but fatigue deterred me. Suddenly, the monolith materialized in my room, causing me to jump back in astonishment. As I stared at its imposing presence, I couldn't help but wonder how it managed to fit within the confines of my room.

 "How does it fit in my room?" I asked, displaying my naivety. "It blends in with the environment and changes shape,” he mentioned. I gulped and nodded as I stared at it.

"I know you're exhausted, you should change out of that dress. I'll return tomorrow. I'm excited to take you to the Blue Crystal Caverns of Tarislee.”

"Tarislee?" I asked.

"It's a world with caves filled with blue crystals, it’s beautiful."

 "Really?" My eyes sparkled, "I can't wait. Is it safe for Humans?" I asked. He affirmed with a nod, "It's a leisure tourist planet, you'll enjoy it." He hugged me, and I felt a bulge in his pants, blushing as he noticed, he felt embarrassed. "Well, I'll see you soon," he said, kissing my forehead before disappearing into the TDSC (monolith). I collapsed on my bed, feeling relaxed, then I went in to take a shower. 

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