I tried again but it was no use.
The man seemed dead.
Lifeless as the smoke he breathed.
Finally as I gave him mouth to mouth for seemingly the umpteenth time, he gasped and a choking cough thundered from his lungs.
His lovely chocolate eyes shot open and I caught a glimpse of the soul I'd managed to save.
He coughed deeply, as his lungs demanded air.
I was thrilled to hear the sound of this as I thought he was dead.
"Who are you?" He gasped, catching his breath.
"I'm Zenith. You were dead. I found you in the nightclub with the others when the fire broke out."
"Everyone was running and screaming. A man apparently showed up to kill you. You are a valuable man, I assume?"
I saw understanding in his eyes as he realized who had tried to murder him, but failed.
"Zenith..." His satiny voice cooed.
A hand gently carressed my face.
"Zenith." He repeated. "You shall be rewarded greatly. I did not wish to meet Mistress Death under these circumstances."
The man let go of my cheek and bowed deeply, tucking his white fur beneath his white gloved hands. "I am Taneleer Tivan, at your service, my dear."