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Regina stared with intent into the mirror as she brushed through her tresses. She had lost count of the strokes long ago, but the number didn't matter to her anymore. Sitting in front of her bathroom mirror with nothing but a towel wrapped around her, she hummed a tune, setting down the brush. There was still an hour until she would sneak out of the house, and with fuck-all to do, Regina wasn't sure how she should fill her time.
Behind her, she saw the dress she would soon put on hanging on her bathroom door. Regina knew the outfit would intrigue her date. With all of her curves hugged in all the right places, the material of the dress was tight, black, and short. Just her cup of tea. As her eyes lost focus on the mirror, she thought of Hugo.
He wasn't exactly her usual type, she smirked, thinking of the California blondes. Yet, after weeks of being alone with just her grandfather, Hugo's insistence at the grocery store had been more than flattering. Tall, dark, and handsome was a break from the norm for her, but she was never one to deny herself a new experience.
Regina's eyes refocused back on her reflection in the mirror. At once, she became aware that something was wrong.
The door was open.
She would have heard her grandfather if he'd come to check on her, she thought, frightened. She stood at a snail's pace, refusing to make any noise as she rose, hoping to see if any of her windows were open. Maybe the wind blew it open, or even the air conditioning could have been the culprit.
A hand wound around Regina's mouth. Her scream was stifled.
She bit down, hard, but the reaction wasn't what she was looking for. The hand didn't move. If anything, the attacker managed to press the wounded digit farther into her mouth. Blood pooled through her opened lips, spilling down her chin while the intruder forcefully turned her to face the mirror.
The man holding her hostage couldn't be much older than her, she noted. Barring his oddly sharp teeth, his dark eyes held hers in the mirror, she blinked at a rapid pace, wanting to be sure of what she saw.
Blood filled her mouth as she took careful efforts to both breathe through her nose and not panic. Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes as she broke her attacker's steady gaze, aiming them towards the ceiling to stop them from falling. Regina began to shake violently.
"Who do you see, little girl?" the man breathed in her ear, making her squirm against him. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling slowly.
"Who am I?"
Regina's eyes left the ceiling as she gazed in the mirror, taking in her attacker. He wasn't much taller than her, but his width nearly doubled her slender form. She couldn't place him - he was foreign, almost, but pale as a sheet, with dark hair and eyes to match. Curious tattoos circled his arms.
"I..." she sniffed, loudly, "I-I don't know."
Holding her chin to one side, he grazed his nose along her neck. Hot breaths sent shivers along her shoulders, his lips slid along her smooth skin, ending at the delicate curve. The artery.
The hand pressing her hip into his moved lower. Lifting just the tip of the towel, his fingers drifted across her inner thigh. She moaned and pushed herself closer to him, all instinct. She never saw his fangs sink into the soft flesh of her neck, but she heard his whisper.
"I am the devil."
With a snap, Regina's head popped up from the bathroom counter. She was on her guard instantly, checking every nook and cranny of the room. Yet, the door behind her was closed, and there were no marks on her neck.
"Just a dream..." she mumbled, checking her phone for the time." Shit!"
"Where the fuck is she?" Isabella snapped, tapping her heels to the kitchen tile. "If we glamour Antonio into thinking it isn't past eight one more time, he will fall asleep right into his frying pan!"
The statement seemed true enough. Ten o'clock had come and gone twenty-four minutes ago, and this fact was not lost on the vampires of Dallas.
"If I have to tell you one more goddamn time, you'd better hope that frying pan isn't made out of silver," Stan mumbled into the cowboy hat resting over his eyes. "She's gone. Caught on to us and fled. Who knows what she will bring back with her. Too bad I didn't get to fu-"
A knock cut off the crass cowboy.
Within the blink of an eye, Stan and Isabella were hidden. Godric remained where he sat the entire night, and continued to read out of a large tome in a foreign language. Hugo, however, slapped a silly grin across his face, and rushed to open the door.
In front of him was a sight to behold – one few ever see in a lifetime. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves reminiscent of the 40's, and her eyes glittered like gems, but the dress was truly what caused a tightening in Hugo's black dress pants.
The dark material stretched across her form, hugging every curve. The slope of her hips was almost unbearable to not reach out and touch, but Hugo kept his hands to his side with considerable effort.
"Sorry I'm so late," Regina said, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned against the door frame, crossing her ankles. "Can I come in?"
I know it's is so short, and I apologize for that. It has been a long, long time. Too long! But I've found myself a new man, a new state, and a new school. I couldn't leave this story behind! Expect more of a true update soon.
Thank you so much for the reviews while I took my "vacation"!
Please review and send me PM's! They motivate me in ways you can only understand if you're a writer. To know that you all enjoy what I am putting down drives me to improve and write! Below this is a teaser for a possible new story (I will continue this one, of course). Please PM me (don't review here!) if you like it and would like to hear more!
Pamela Swynford de Beaufort always loved a bit of glitz in her life, and lately her undead status was less than glamorous. V-Feds and sleeping inside of an airplane coffin? Yuck. The earth brought far less comfort than that tin can. Lying next to the seventeen year old sweetheart, Pam knew she had jumped the gun... maybe even gotten a little trigger-happy.