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Aaron couldn’t figure out what had happened to her. She looked around, takingin her surroundings. The light breeze carried unpleasant odors as she discovered that shewas in a doorway with paned glass, framed by red brickwork to either side. She sat upand peeked around the corner of her brick cubby to see that she was in an alley way, withtrashcans scattered up and down both sides, garbage spilling over the top of many of them. How did she get here?As her head began to clear, she recalled that she had been at a party the previousnight. She had met a man that fit every criteria she’d ever had for what a desirable manwould be. He was tall, at least 6’3’’, dark, olive complexion and hair the color of midnight, slicked back into a small ponytail that curled at the base of his muscular neck and shoulders. His attire was foreign to her, but strangely attractive with black pinstripedArmani suit, accented with a bright red handkerchief, neatly folded and tucked into his breast pocket so that just one corner peeked over the top. But the finishing touch of the black silk floor length cape with a red silk lining only added to the air of mystery thatradiated from him. She thought that she might have left the party with him, but her memories were clouded and she couldn’t be sure.Aaron got to her feet and stood there on wobbly legs, leaning against the rough brick wall until she felt steady enough to walk. Her head reverberated and the noondaysun was blinding to her. What the hell happened last night? She messaged her stiff neck as she made her way, slowly and carefully down the alley. The fingers of her right handfound moisture, which she tried to brush away, only to see smears of scarlet when shelooked down at her hand. A vision of the handsome stranger kissing her neck flashedthrough her memory.As she emerged onto the deserted sidewalk, she caught a glimpse of her reflectionin a shop window. She stopped to take another look. What was wrong with her? Her flesh was so pale that she might be mistaken for a ghost or spirit, perhaps even thewalking dead. There was no color to her facial features at all. She feebly attempted toflatten down the tangled mass of hair with her fingertips. Unfortunately, there reallywasn’t much she could do. Her hair stuck up in every direction with tangled massesrandomly interspersed all over her head.Another flash of memory struck as she stared at her own image. She rememberedclimbing into a limousine; the feel of the real leather upholstery, smooth on the backs of her legs. Aaron glanced down to see that she was still in the short black cocktail dressthat she had worn the night before, although now it looked as if someone had taken aknife and shredded it, with long slits running its entire brief length. What had she beenthrough, and why couldn’t she remember?She examined her neck in the window to try and see where the blood had comefrom. She spit on her palm and tried to rub the blood off of her throat. In her reflectionshe could see two small spots where the blood was beginning to crust over. In another flash back she saw a vision of necking in the back of the limo and the passion rising, onlyto realize that combined with the pleasure she had been experiencing there was also asharp pain, where her partner had sunk his teeth in. As her mind began to clear some, sherecalled the feeling of panic as she tried to push him away, but was helpless to do so. Asshe recalled the feeling of light headedness as she slipped from consciousness beneathhim, the same feeling returned and she had to lean up against the store window until her head cleared once more.
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