Time stood still, and Sandra scrutinized the ghastly man that magically appeared in front of her. She watched him, watching her wondering if anyone saw this, she took her eyes off him for a split second, and then he was gone. Sandra stood in that same spot watching everyone move around her, no matter how her mind chooses to interpret what was going was sure she had just seen a ghost. Sandra looked around the club she had to make sure that he wasn't still there. Slowly everything started to move again; she could move again. She heard the word shoun, which translated to "soon" played repeatedly in her mind, it was a deep voice she had never heard before. A voice with a strange accent, she had a feeling she knew who it belonged too.

"Sandra, what the hell either dance or get off the stage!" Yelled Max the club's manager. She slowly focused her attention on him and then suddenly she was aware of her surroundings. She was in "Lips" one of Baltimore's most prestige strip clubs. She watched horrified as the customers started to leave the stage area and but their money away. She needed that money; she had ten brothers and sisters to look after and she was the oldest. Deciding to get her shit together fast, she signaled for the DJ to restart the song. She posed on the pole waiting for her cue; she seductively started to move her body to what she called her money maker. "6-inch heels" By Beyoncé featuring The Weekend. While her body moved to the beat, she tried her best to put the image of him out of her mind, but one thing for certain two things for sure, she was sure she would be seeing him again.

"Sandra." He repeated, testing the feel of her name rolling off his tongue, Mayleek stumbled upon what he called a primitive planet, and out of curiosity, he decided to mentally propel himself there. He didn't know how to advance the people were, but because the planet didn't hold any shields around its Galaxy he was aware that they weren't that advanced; he would be able to drop in undetected. He allowed his ship's system to scan the area, and he wanted to know what was down there. For close to two hundred years, he jumped galaxy to galaxy wanting to be alone. His kind considered him to be damaged; he would never be able to take on a female or make any heirs.

He allowed himself to randomly select an area on the map, and mystically he was there. At first, Mayleek was in awe, and the loud noise reminded him of the puba's he visited on many different planets. That was where he could partake in many different spyrits and concubines. He looked around at the numerous different females; they were of many different skin tones, something he saw before but not in such vibrant colors. Instantly his shaft began to rise, and he felt his pelts becoming tight, but then that's when he saw her. A beauty who skin was so dark, it looked like the coal his ship used to refuel. He'd never seen anyone with that skin color or her eyes; she had startling gray eyes. Commanding her to look at him, she looked his way. Mayleek didn't think it would work; he never saw these species before. Even though they looked much like the Mauverians, his home planet. There were a couple of differences, like the skin tone, all Mauverians were a pale color, these females from this world breast were bigger and so were their backsides. However, he felt a surge of his animalistic overprotectiveness when he realized she was barely covered. A low growl emanated from his throat, "mines."

While he was with fury, she broke his command of looking at him, she looked away for a second, and that's when Sandra couldn't see him anymore, but she saw her. He watched her as someone yelled what he believed to be her name. The noise started to play; Mayleek watched as she began to move her body seductively that coincided with the sound. The way her body moved captivated him, he watched her dance song after song until it was time for her to leave the stage. Mayleek didn't know this female or what her kind was about, but he knew one thing that she was to be his, he mentally transmitted one word to her "shuon". He propelled himself back to the ship; he wanted to know more about her.

"Sandra, what the hell was that out there?" asked Diamond another young stripper at Lips, who happened to be Sandra's only friend at the club. At the end of her set, she hurriedly collects all her cash while looking around the room, for some reason she still felt his eyes on her. She ran into the back to change from her dancing clothes into the t-shirt and sweats she wore there. Typically Sandra would cash in her money and get a check, but something told her to get the hell out of the club. "I have no clue." She replied." I thought I saw a ghost." Diamond gave her a puzzled stare, "Bitch a ghost, are you sure they didn't slip something in your drink?" Sandra rushed around the locker room gathering her things, she took off her sweaty bra and thong and threw on the t-shirt and sweat pants she arrived at the club. In the three years Sandra worked there, she never drank never did drugs; after all her mother was a crack head, and her father was an alcoholic, and she was sure that would never follow their footsteps. "You know I don't drink Diamond, look I gotta go." Sandra slammed her locker, locked it and ran out the club. She had never been in such a hurry in her life, all she knew is that she needed to get home. She doesn't know why but she knew she needed to get home.

Sandra arrived home in ten minutes when it usually takes her about twenty to drive from downtown. She constantly replayed the scene in her head repetitively; she remembered the way his red eyes looked when he focused in on her. He had pale skin and long black hair. The commanding look her gave her, made her nervous and the strange word that popped into her head, that she knew translated to soon, made her even more nervous.

When Sandra got home, she looked around her neighborhood making sure no one was paying attention to her, after all, she didn't live in the best area. Sandra raced from the car to her front door, when she entered the house it was pure chaos. Ms. Mabel the older lady who she hired to watch her younger brother and sisters was asleep on the couch and everyone else was running crazy. Here it was eleven-thirty at night and no-one especially the younger ones were asleep. "AYEEEEE!" she yelled, why aren't yall sleeping? Movement in the house came to a halt; Ms. Mabel popped up from the couch, and the kids ran to Sandra, snitching. "Sandy... Malcolm hit me." Her four-year-old sister Daphne yelled. "Did not, cried Malcolm." Malcolm was the only one who did not belong. One day four years ago, her mother Monica came home dropped off two babies, two birth certificates, and two social security cards. One baby was a beautiful brown baby with a head full of black hair and Monica's signature gray eyes. The another baby was a white kid with green eyes and blond hair; Monica was listed as the mother of both children and birth certificate. Sandra was sixteen at the time; Monica didn't come back until two years later to drop off her baby sister Marissa. Sandra never treated him any; differently, she took care of him just like she took care of the others. "Go upstairs and get ready for bed, please." She asked them wearily, walking further into the house she removed her coat, and dropped the black bag full of cash in the closet before she closed the door, she dug her hand on the inside and pulled out a hand full of cash and paid Mrs. Mabel. "Thank you, Mrs. Mabel I, really do appreciate it." Mrs. Mabel said nothing as she gathered her coat and walked towards the front door. "You know I only do it because I was your grandmother's best friend, I don't want you to end up like Monica." Sandra stood there and listened to the same spill her Grandmother's best friend told her weekly. Sandra shook her head acknowledging that she heard her, and watched her walk next door to her house.

Running back in the house from the cold air, Sandra saw as her younger sister Tiffany was climbing in through the back window. Sandra stood there waiting until she was all the way in the house, then she said something. "Late Night?" Tiffany screamed in terror and then straighten herself. "Fuck Sandy you scared me." She said as she brushed passed Sandy in a hurry. Sandy was pissed; her seventeen-year-old sister was a hot mess. She smokes, drank, and was classified as the neighborhood whore, at first Sandra was going to give her a talking too, but then she chose to leave it alone.

Following her sisters led she went upstairs to check on her brother and sisters. Everyone was lying down, the twins; Alexis and Alana, were in their room they shared with Tiffany was sleep. Myka, Anna, and Fiona was in their room watching T.V., and Veronica, Daphne, and Marissa was in their room reading a book. Everything was quiet except Malcolm was missing, she knew where he was; in her room. Malcolm always clung to Sandra; he slept in the same bed with her, and she recently had to stop him from crawling in the shower with her. She crept into her room and saw that Malcolm was in her bed sleep. Sandra walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you Malcolm" she whispered. Lazily he whispered, "Love you, Mama."

Sandra took a shower and climbed into the bed, suddenly becoming exhausted she closed her eyes. Instantly those red eyes came into view. She shot her eyes open only to feel a hand on her face and back to sleep she went.