Summary.
Maka has GOT to get a life.
Too many hours studying ancient artifacts has given the archaeology student a bad case of the overachiever blues.
All her friends are falling sappily in love and getting married, while Maka has been elbow deep in dust and cobweb infested artifacts.
Who needs a man when you have living history right?
Over worked, under appreciated, and soulfully lonely, not an ideal recipe..
So Maka figures she must be dreaming when she spies a gorgeous half-naked man staring out at her from inside the glass of an ancient mirror..
But it's just her imagination right?
A trick of the mind?
But when a split-second decision saves her from a terrifying attempt on her life, Maka suddenly finds herself confronted by a smoldering INSATIABLE male, with brooding red eyes and a temper to match.
Heir to the arcane magic of his Druid ancestors, Soul Eater Evans was trapped inside the Dark Glass eleven centuries ago, betrayed by someone he trusted a little too much.
Cursed to a never ending hell, Soul endures the centuries alone and trapped, waiting patiently for the day that his revenge can be dealt.
When the Dark Glass is stolen, though, an ancient enemy will stop at nothing to reclaim it and Maka is unwillingly swept up into the unknown horrors, caught in the crossfire of good and evil forces.
For Maka, the sex god in the mirror is not only tantalizingly real, but he's also offering his protection—from exactly what, Maka doesn't know...
And all he wants in exchange is the exquisite pleasure of sharing her bed...
Could be worse, right?
Chapter 1
Dust, dignity, and dopamine?
Maka sat on the floor of her tiny apartment, surrounded by an endless sea of papers and hopelessness.
Papers littered the floor around her prone form; they were stacked precariously high on the coffee table, they were thrown on the kitchen counter, and covering her bed in the other rooms as well.
Everywhere she looked there were papers and it irked her.
It was her own fault really if she cared to admit it though, but Maka just couldn't say no could she?
Extra credit assignments? Of course she could!
Would she like to intern for her professor? Absolutely!
Extra papers to corrects for her professor? Sure, why not?
New shipments of artifacts to catalog? Count her in!
Could she research the origins of some old ass pottery? You betcha!
Could she stay late this week, and skip her own homework to close up the lab? No problem!
Could she skip eating, sleeping, showering, and all general activities that made a person a normal functioning human being? You bet your sweet ass!
Why did she do this to herself? Maka had this overwhelming need to achieve, and going the extra mile for her professor was a sure fire way to get a good recomendation once she was finished with school.
To Maka's great disdain Archaeology was still considered a man's world; women were often frowned upon in the unusual work force.
Sexist bastards.
She had studied and worked too hard overthe years to have it all thrown away just because no one wanted her because she had ovaries.
She would not be judged by her gender rather than her own work and merit.
Maka's dignity was also on the line, she was not going to give up, no matter what.
Dignity was everything to her.
Damn your dignity, you need a shower more, Maka though bitterly ash she sniffed her ash blonde hair hesitantly.
"Eh not too bad," Maka sighed out loud; feeling a little surprised that the faint smell of her shampoo still clung despite the odds.
Why can't you ever say no? She thought as she stood creakily up from the floor while stretching her arms above her head.
Looking quickly around at her apartments wrecked state, Maka couldn't help when her eyes longingly drifted to her balcony door instead of the work that obviously needed to be done.
She desperately wanted to escape her responsibilities, if only for a moment.
Maybe some fresh air would lighten her spirits?
Making up her mind, she stepped gingerly across the room, taking care not to crincle her paper lined carpet.
After navigating the maze, Maka hastily threw her door open and slipped outside.
Closing the door behind her and sighing deeply, Maka quickly slid down the wall into a boneless heap.
She was happy to be outside, and she greedily filled her lungs with the fresh night air; it was truly a beautiful night.
The loud sounds of laughter quickly drifted up to Maka's ears though, disturbing the once quiet night she had guiltily been enjoying.
Peeking through the rails of her balcony Maka curiously gazed down at the streets, watching as a few people drunkenly stumbled home from the night club down the block.
They all laughed and looked generally happy and care free.
God, when was the last time she had gone out and had fun like that?
It must have been a while, because Maka couldn't recall her last night out with certainty.
Who said you had to party to have fun?
She was very content spending her nights with the new artifacts that constantly flooded the university.
There was no better feeling that cracking open a newly arrived crate and digging into the history of the hidden treasures inside.
Many of Maka's friends did not understand her love for archaeology though.
"Maybe you should try going out instead of spending all of your time with dusty old things"
Her friend Blair had scolded her one evening while Maka poured over an old research book.
"What could be more fun than this?" Maka had laughed jokingly.
"Um sex for one?" Blair had teased her, making Maka blush profusely.
Maka had always thought that Blair was rather wild, and therefore never took her advice very seriously, but her words had definitely had a lingering effect.
"Sex" what a funny concept.
Maka had pondered on it, and realized how pathetic it was that she was still an absolute virgin at her age.
No matter though, Maka had no motivation to rectify that little problem.
When would she even find the free time to find a man anyways?
Maka was pretty sure finding a man was key to making the equation work.
It takes two to copulate, right?
She had more important things to worry about than sex though.
Like mid terms and graduation.
Career goals seemed more attainable than an actual relationship.
Relationships seemed rather hard, there was too much peacocking, head games and commitment involved.
Almost all of Maka's friends were now married, popping out little carbon copies of themselves, or in a "serious relationship", but none of that really interested her.
But still... Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if she was missing out?
Missing out on what, exactly, she wasn't quite sure, but sometimes she definitely felt that something was missing in her life.
She felt the pang in her chest, like a strange and indescribable ache.
It usually didn't last long though, and Maka found that ignoring it was often best.
If she drowned all her time into studying it usually dulled the ache quite considerably.
The sudden sounds of more voices coming from down below roused Maka from her dark musing.
She peeked down, looking for the people that, unlike her, had time to have a life.
The streets were now empty and quiet; Maka strained her eyes looking for the source of the new voices.
These voices were somehow different, sounding more muffled and hushed than the passing voices of the earlier pedestrians.
Seeing no one though, Maka was starting to think maybe she had just been hearing things.. But then she spotted them on the far side if the street, hidden in the shadows, leaning against a building, hidden away from the single street lamp illuminating her street.
A leggy redhead giggled playfully, pulling a gorgeous hunk of man in for a kiss.
They stood in the street kissing away like there was no tomorrow and Maka watched, riveted by the scene unfolding.
It was kind of sweet seeing a young couple so in love.
Maka felt like she was intruding on their privacy, but she could argue that it was a great chance to study the unknown workings of a complex relationship.
Maybe she would even learn something from them, the secrets of love maybe?
The man obviously tiring of the chaste kissing suddenly backed his girlfriend up against the wall behind them, stretching her hands above her head, and kissing her neck aggressively.
Man that escalated quickly! Maka thought, feeling her face flush.
He was really getting into it too with his whole gorgeous body. (And would you just look at that hip action? The way he was grinding against her—they might as well be doing it right there in the street!)
Maka sucked in a sharp breath.
How disgraceful! Maka thought utterly scandalized at the sight.
She really should look away or just go back inside the house, but a part of Maka wouldn't allow her to do that.
She couldn't help but feel a little envious.
God, had she ever been kissed like that?
Like the man couldn't wait to get her home.
Like he wanted to devour her, maybe crawl right inside her skin?
God, why can't I have a life like that? Maka thought sadly as she watched the couple.
"You can".. An inner voice reminded. Once you get your PHD..
The reminder wasn't as comforting as it should have been though.
Everywhere she turned lately there were couples, and they were busy coupling and having a wonderfully couplelicious time of it, and she was here jealously spying from her balcony.
Down below the couple seemed to be working themselves into a regular frenzy.
The man's hand caressed her body boldly, skimming across her thighs and backside.
Holy cow—the hottie was slipping his hand inside the redhead's jeans. And her hand was on his—oh! Right there in front of God and everybody!
It must be nice to be touched like that. Maka thought, blushing.
Maka felt her heartbeat quicken slightly at the thought.
Maka could almost imagine that she was the one he was kissing, that she was the one he was about to have hot animalistic-.
Maka shook her head quickly, trying to disrupt the rail her thoughts had been going down.
Damn her dopamine induced brain.
Man she needed to get out more. She was turning into one of those pervy people who got off watching others.
Maka stood abruptly, feeling ashamed as she hurried back into her apartment.
Slamming the door, Maka waited as her heart rate slowly decreased.
What's wrong with me? Maka thought, feeling confused.
I'm just overworked and lonely. Maka told herself reassuringly.
Maybe she should seriously look into finding a companion?
They required so much time and effort though, two things she didn't have a lot of to spare.
No maybe her problem wasn't lack of love, but maybe boredom?
That must be it.
She felt so restless being cooped up all the time.
It would be better once she graduated.
She would leave the boring confines of the classroom behind in exchange for a lifetime of traveling and adventure.
Exploring ancient ruins in Peru, or digging up forgotten civilizations in the Congo? And getting paid to do so?
Well, that just sounded like heaven.. and exactly what she needed.
A new sense of determination filled Maka as she gazed at all the papers scattered about.
She would finish school and start her new life, then surly that empty ache would leave?
Maka nodded her head happily and dove into her work, feeling better and eager to finish.
A whole new world awaited her, she just had to finish her schooling.
Oh yes, it wouldn't be long now..
Adventure was right around the corner; Maka could practically taste it as she scribbled furiously with her pen.
It was only a matter if time.
Unknown to Maka, though, her world would quickly change in ways she had not yet imagined.
If only she knew how close it really was and what it would entail, she might have not been so eager.
Oh Maka, you naughty girl, being a total balcony creeper haha.
SO guys I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
There are sooo many more chapters to come. Trust me, this story is going to be a long one!