Chapter 1: Kissing Coffins.

It's the night after my second time seeing Jagger. Somehow whenever I tried to think of a plan to find Alexander my mind drifted back to him. I wandered what he was doing. I wandered if I would see him again. Last night as made me confused.

~ Flash back ~

(Ellen Schreiber's book)

"Do you know where he is?" I asked.

"What if I do? How much is it worth?" he asked, licking his lips.

"You don't know, do you?" I challenged. I backed away from him.

"But you know quite a lot," he argued.

I pulled my purse close.

"You knew enough about my Romanian friend to come to the Coffin Club and ask for him," he said, approaching me again.

"I don't know anything—"

"Then why do you want to find him?" he whispered softly in my ear as he gently stroked my hair off my shoulder.

"I must have been mistaken—" I said, looking away from his gaze, wanting to run, but not being able to move.

"Really?" he whispered. "He made you feel like his breath was yours," he said, circling me, his words landing softly on the back of my neck.

"I don't know what you are talking about," I lied, my heart pounding in my chest.

"That your flesh and his are one," he said, as his lips gently caressed the nape of my neck.

I could barely speak my heart racing.

He stepped close in front of me, his eyes piercing through my own, and gently touched my onyx necklace.

He leaned into me and kissed the top of my chest. He whispered, "That you are just a kiss away from being bonded with him for eternity."

I could barely breath. My heart raced as he held me, and his mouth started to kiss up my neck, aiming for my lips. And I wanted it. Why did I want it?

"Get off!" I cried pushing him off me.

(Not Ellen Schreiber's writing.)

I ran to the elevator and pressed the button for the elevator to come down.

I heard Jagger walking up behind and turned around just as he pinned my arms to the opposite wall.

"Don't you feel it? The pull between us?" he said with a seductive grin.

I had to admit I did feel something between us. And I didn't understand it. I love Alexander. Not Jagger.

"Yes. I do feel it." I said. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me.

I wanted that kiss yet I didn't. The elevator was finally open.

"But I don't want you." I said and pulled away from his hold and got the elevator to move before he had a chance.

~ Flash back over ~

Something's wrong with me. I don't feel like I should be looking for Alexander. I feel like I should look for Jagger instead.

I imagined what that kiss would have been like. I bet he's a better kisser.

AHHHH! Did I just think that? Okay. I need to get some sleep.

I turned off the lamp, beside the futon and curled up under the blanket. Maybe sleep will get my mind off Jagger.