The human was unconscious. I think the pain from that demon child's fire had made him pass out. I suppose it was good that he wouldn't feel his own agonizing death, at the hands of someone he'd tried to save.

No. I won't do this. I can't kill this person. They probably have friends and family, and a life. He seems like a good man. He tried to save me. He did save me. Surely I could keep from killing him.

But he smelled so delicious. Strangely like citrus, when I really tried to label it, but it seemed like there's really more to it than that. I don't know, but it was overwhelming me. I set him down and dashed to the other side of the roof. I sat down there, shaking, with shame and with hunger. Why would I want to kill him? Why hadn't he just left me to die?

I heard him wake up. I was turned away from him, sobbing, but vampire hearing, especially desperately hungry vampire hearing wouldn't miss a human stirring. He walked over, quietly for a human.

"Hey," he said, touching me on the shoulder.

I spun in a flash, grabbing his hand. He'd jerked it back. Quick for a human too. But not quick to me. To me it was like he was he was at the bottom of the ocean. Why would such a creature try to help me? But he couldn't see what I'd done. Only I could. He saw the perfection, the way I moved so fluidly, the way I was flawlessly beautiful.

I focused, and with a thought we weren't on the roof anymore. Not the same one we had been on. This one looked the same, but it wasn't cold. It didn't have any background noise from the city. And it didn't have any demonic hunger or any overpoweringly appetizing smell.

"What just happened?" said the startled looking young man. He had black hair, and skin that looked as if it had seen some time outside even though it was the middle of winter. Naturally tan, so unlike my own.

"What did you just do to me? Why can't I feel the cold? Why can't I hear anything?" The only sounds left were those we made, and I had remained silent.

"I projected you."

"You what?"

"I projected you. We're in my mind, in a world that I created. I figured that I could at least do this to thank you for saving me. I can grant you any wish you want here." I can even make myself not a vampire, not tear out your throat and suck you dry.

"I guess I'll have a million dollars then. I could use the money."

"Pick an experience, something you'll remember. You can't take any thing with you outside of here but what you remember."

"Then, I guess... ummm...I don't know. I'd like to know everything. No, that's dumb. How about how to cure cancer?"

"I can cure cancer here, but the real world has different rules. It wouldn't work the same. Let's start simple. Would you like something to eat?"

"Uh, sure, I guess. I'm kinda hungry. You?"

"You have no idea," I said as I shifted into an Italian restaurant, with candles, checkered red and white tablecloths, and a steaming hot pizza that was still cool enough to immediately be eaten. It was a Chicago style deep dish, covered in peppers, olives, pepperoni, sausage, pineapple, anchovies, every topping I could think of. I loved tasting all the different flavors of the world in my mind, even if I couldn't appreciate them in real life.

"What would you like?" I asked as I tore into my own meal.

"To know how you do all this. Who are you? What are you?" He wasn't looking at me like most of them do. Not fear or lust or hate. Just complete curiosity, as if my powers and my looks meant nothing, except for a funny story.

"I'm astral projecting your mind and mine into a different plane of existence. I'm pretty much God here. I can do whatever I want."

"That, really doesn't tell me anything."

Well, I suppose no flashy show can distract you from the obvious for too long.

"You don't want to know what I am." Maybe a warning will distract?

"Curiosity is killing. Come on, what? Some angel, or demon? A witch? Or a psychic of some kind? Alien?"

"You weren't far off with one of those."

"But it wasn't exactly right either."

"No."

"Hmm. What's your name?" A simple question, right? But not for my. I look away. Hoping he won't see my reaction.

"What's the matter?" Just my luck perceptive too.

"I can't tell you my name."

"Its some secret? A part of this magic?"

"Yes," I answer too quickly, grasping at a way not to explain.

"You're lying."

"Now who's the psychic?"

"What shall I call you then, oh nameless angel?"

"What would you like to call me? I can be anyone you want."

"Have you ever seen the Fifth Element?"

"What's that?"

"Its one of the greatest scifi movies of all time."

"No. Doesn't ring a bell."

"I'll call you Leeloo. My name is Josh, by the way."