Reflection

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

A/N: Ok one more drabble because I kept seeing it in my head. The first paragraph is something I wrote well over a year ago when I began writing my first attempt at a novel. I seemed to fit and was how I was planning on opening the book.


Again.....guesses at who it is are welcome and if you get it right for both this one and the first one you can pick who I write next


Thanks to those who have already reviewed.


And please review.


I just have a vision of this going on while Juno Reactor's God is God is playing.....try reading it while listening and you'll get it.











May 6 1:44 AM

The club was packed with people. Pulsating, incoherent bodies moving to the rhythm of the ever throbbing music. Men and women, were and human both young and old getting lost in one of the few short series of moments that would inevitably lead to their deaths. He almost envied them. Their lives were short but still free. If they chose to take the freedom. But dwelling on how life was served no real purpose. It simply was life. Taken in stride and always moving forward. To look back was a dangerous and pointless game.

He watched them from above, ever separated from the throng as they moved. The dance was almost primal but that was no surprise considering the number of weres present. Even from where he stood he could feel what they felt calling out to him. It made him grateful that he was alone for the moment. Breathing deep he closed his eyes and lifted his chin, taking in the sweet smells of blood, sweat and a thousand other things.

Forcing his eyes to open he found himself in a position that he had not been in for many years. He found himself startled. Large green eyes met his own unflinchingly from the upper level that matched the one he stood at across on the opposite end of the dance floor. They were clear, sitting beneath arched golden brows in an almost angelic but slightly more fey like face.

That she held his gaze so strongly and unflinchingly alerted him that something was not right about her and he sent his senses out.

Only to find that he felt nothing.

He watched as she turned and made her way to the stairs, his gaze never leaving her tiny form as she seemed to glide through the bodies around her. There was something almost like a predator to her movements, like a snake moving upon the sands.

As she wove her way through the bodies he knew that there was something more than human about her, but what that was he could not tell.

Yet.

She began to dance, those around her drawn to her like honey attracting ants. She moved, every twist, every motion a line of poetry worthy of surviving the ages. Her eyes stayed closed as she moved, never allowing those who found themselves drawn to her too close for more than a few fleeting moments before she simply seemed to flow from their grasp.

He understood the pull she had on them, he could feel it himself. It was something strong and primal, something that even he could not find words for and in his cynical old mind he knew it was more than simple lust. What ever type of lust it might be.

So entranced with watching her move he failed to notice something of great import until it was too late. She was at the edge of the dance floor closest to the door when she ceased dancing and looked up, meeting his gaze once more.

Her eyes were darker now and in them he saw things that only one who had lived them would fully understand. In less than a human heartbeat he saw the hunter there, the predator that lurked beneath the surface. He saw old pains that had never quite healed and never truly could no matter how much time had passed. He saw the fire and passion that nothing could ever fully decimate though fate would try again and again. He saw the strategist that knew not only her own strengths but seemed to know every one of his as well as every weakness. He saw so much more, so much in an instant that it was almost overwhelming for even him.

In truth he was seeing himself. Staring back out of green eyes.

And he knew that he had to know more.

She smiled then, a tiny almost hidden turn of her lips that spoke of both understanding, amusement and challenge.

And then, in a blink of even his eyes she was gone and the music enveloped him once again.












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