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I was only barely aware of where I was. I was in a bed: a huge, comfortable and fully stripped bed. It felt like a water bed- not exactly squishy but constantly moving around to fit a body. Upon further observation I saw that all of the blankets and covers from the bed were strewn about the floor. I had slept with one pillow under my head and another clutched between my hands and covering some of my torso. It was only then that I realized how utterly naked I was. It wasn't very strange for me to wake up naked, but very rarely did I wake up naked in a strange place, on a strange bed. Slowly I began to feel a creeping ache throughout my body. My muscles felt sore and my limbs heavy, like a hundred bruises that I couldn't see.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes to clear the blur of early morning sunlight and my surroundings grew clearer around me. As images grew clearer another ache made itself known, behind my temples and around my head. My hangover was now very present and I slowly placed my head back on the pillow beneath me, moaning in aggravation. It was finally clear to me that I didn't know the room I was in. There was a short bureau with a mirror over, closet doors painted some off-white and the rest of the room was painted a boyish-blue. What little carpet I could see from my peripherals was a no-nonsense white.

Looking to my left I saw I wasn't alone in the room. A desk and chair sat next to the bed, and sitting on the chair was a man. The man had shiny tan hair gelled into low spikes, pale looking skin and a lean build- but his entire body was in shadow and I couldn't see much else of his appearance. A small triangle of sunlight fell across his arm and his skin began to glisten and sparkle like a gem. I figured that my hangover was causing hallucinations or something, until the man's eyes glistened in the light and displayed a deep blood red iris. Those eyes. I thought I should remember them from some place; such an unusual and striking shade, and my head began to pound as I tried to recall them somehow. I clutched the second pillow closer to my body in a vain hope that I could cover myself from the man, but all the while couldn't look away from his eyes.

The man sat silently facing the empty desk and staring at his hands that were laid resting on the desk top, fingers curled towards the ceiling. What had happened here?

What do I do? What do I say? "Um, hello there" I murmured, feeling a sticky feeling underneath my cheeks and knowing how embarrassed I must look.

"Hello." The man said, a cocky smile dripping across his face in a wide display of white teeth and baby pink lips. An odd color for such a strong looking man, but pleasant against his pale face.

"Umm… can I help you?" I struggled to think what this man could want from me, but assumed it was something along the lines of directions to the bathroom.

"Yes, I expect you can." To the left and around the corner, sir. "What's your name?" Oh! A name. Then he's trying to bring me somewhere and have me buy him drugs/ I was only at that stupid party because my friend dragged me along as her designated driver, only to leave me alone at the 'bar' (a kitchen counter covered in assorted booze bottles and surrounded by stools) to sit by myself. Oh, and what's my name again?

"Meadhbh." Why don't I have a nickname? "My friends call me May, though!" No they don't. And when they do I hate it! I might as well have said 'I am unattractive, please leave.' I sounded desperate. And whiny, and did I brush my teeth before I came? Suddenly a phone was in his hand and I had a second to catch my breath.

"Excuse me, for a second?" the boy asked with feigned sweetness, as though he expected me to wait with bated breath for him to return. Of course I would, but it frustrated me that he knew. I nodded, and he slipped away through the dancing crowd. I couldn't help craning my neck, trying to watch for when he would return and after a short while a faint glow slunk back through the shimmying and sashaying, and I saw him pushing away from the few stragglers, walking back over to me.

"Can I offer you a drink, May?" Uh, oh: bad cop. And that awful name too. He flashed another seductive smile and I struggled to keep my mouth from twitching as I answered.

"Oh, no. I'll just-" I couldn't formulate a decent excuse fast enough, and he could easily sense it.

"No, I insist! Let me guess… appletini?" You're not getting me drunk, dude, no way.

"Sorry, Root beer." His smile widened and he looked away from me to reach over the counter and grab a 2-liter of soda from the far end. I watched is black t-shirt follow his shoulders over the counter and expose part of his back and crossed my legs anxiously, shoving my hands in between my thighs to keep from fidgeting.

"What's your name?" I asked, inspecting closely as the man poured my drink. His finger twitched over the rim of the plastic cup but not long enough to cause me any concern. The drink was clean and I excepted it politely, cupping my hands around it in an attempt to ground myself.

"Demetri." he answered. His eyes… his eyes were red. Blood red. Contacts? It couldn't be. Was he albino? His skin was very pale. I looked at the drink, offhandedly checking the rim for crusted sugars, the surface for any oil but knowing I wouldn't find any. I took a sip and tasted nothing unusable, other than a lack of bubbles on the surface.

"Flat."

"Sorry." Demetri said, smiling. He smiled a lot; it was disconcerting. Never trust a smile.

"So, you wanted to ask something?" I said, raising my eyebrows and leaning against the counter. He grinned apologetically.

"That obvious?" This confused me, considering Demetri had introduced himself with the intent of asking something. I opened my mouth to say just that when suddenly I felt a little strange, slightly woozy. "You okay?" Demitri asked. He sounded concerned, though his smile was close to snapping point by now.

"No, I'm fine. I think I'm just a little tired." Something flickered in Demetrio's eyes, but in a second it was gone. Those red eyes…

"Well, we could go upstairs if you want. My friend owns this place, so he wouldn't mind. Its always to loud down here anyway." Bad cop, very bad cop. I opened my mouth but nothing came out, and before I knew what was happening Demetri was holding my hand and leading me to a staircase I hadn't noticed before. His hand was ice cold. He led me up the stairs that for some reason had a door at the top, and walked me through, closing the door behind. Now we were in a dark hallway at the other end of which was another door. He brought me to the end, and I opened the door to see a bed. I turned back to Demitri, and he was so close I fell back and I hit the wall, and he was pulling my skirt down in the hallway that was barely wide enough for us to stand up together and he was lying me down and kissing me and we were on that bed and I struggled to fight back until I stopped fighting and I was kissing back.