2. Revelations

Isis sighed heavily when the warm water of the shower hit her, helping ease some of the tension out of her body. She played with the refreshing liquid for bit and then started bathing. The water felt so good sliding down her skin that after washing away all the soap she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, enjoying a small time of relaxation. Her mind wandered aimlessly, making her remember the voice of the blue eyed stranger and a feeling of deja vu came to her. She had heard that deep voice before; and she wasn't referring to all the times she heard it the previous day, she meant she had heard his voice before meeting him in Starbucks. But try as she may, she couldn't remember where or when.

An image flashed inside her head when she went to turn off the water, freezing her hand in place. What she saw brought a million more questions to her already overflowing mind, making her groan in exasperation before turning the water off and toweling herself dry. After putting her pijama on and taking some sleeping pills to force her body to rest, she turned on the air conditioner and tucked herself between the covers of her cozy bed. "I'm not going to let you disturb my sleep any longer." She glared at the sliding door and closed her eyes, slowly drifting to sleep not soon after.

Her stalker watched as she entered her home from the branches of a tree in a nearby house and smiled before gazing up at a clearing sky. It was time to return to his temporary lodging and rest his undead body before waiting another night for his mortal goddess' return. Glaring at the sky for cutting short his time, he transformed into a whitish fog and glided back to the safety of the old colonial house he recently acquired.

He seeped between the perfectly preserved wooden windows and slowly reformed his body inside the darkened room. Heavy blood red curtains closed by themselves, protecting him from the rising sun before he grudgingly laid inside his black coffin. The vampire smiled, remembering the fear reflected in the girl's mismatched eyes as he closed the lid and darkness swallowed his body.

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His blue eyes searched among the crowd of noisy, young university students for an easy prey before he went to see her that night. It had only passed an hour since Father Darkness had wrapped everything within his mantle but most of those humans were already heavily drunk; they were screaming and singing something about passing an important exam.

A solitary blond female standing in a corner called his attention. She seemed to be ignored by the rest for the moment so he went to her. Hazy, dark chocolate eyes looked at him as she smiled invitingly. The strong scent of alcohol and drugs in her blood drifted to him when she told him her name and circled her arms around his neck, whispering to his ear an invitation of following her to a more private place.

That was easy. He didn't have to say a word for her to be completely mesmerize!

Smiling wickedly to himself, he followed her out of the cramped, small bar to round the corner and enter a narrow and dark alley between the colonial buildings of Old San Juan. She bit her lip, looking at him from behind her eyelashes, before grabbing his shirt and kissing him feverishly.

"W-Wat's 'our name?"

"Does it matters?" He said, leaving a trail of kisses on her hot skin, only stopping when his lips caressed the curve of her neck. His mouth watered and his fangs grew quickly in anticipation of his feeding. He licked her skin, bringing a moan out of her as he smelled the arousal in her veins. The sweet scent of her blood was calling to him, like a siren to a sailor, and he planned to indulge in its song for the longest time possible.

Sweeping aside the spaguetti straps of his prey's tank top, he slowly sank his long canines in her soft flesh and began sucking on the scarlet liquid. The flames in his throat faded away, leaving only the need to drink more; a need that only grew with each gulp he took. His regenerating metabolism worked fast, burning out the traces of alcohol and drugs that his meal had within, transforming every drop of blood in an exquisite ambrosia.

The thrill of the hunt, the euphoria of quenching his never ending thirst, the metallic taste in his mouth... every feeding made feel him alive even when his heart hadn't beat in a long time. Almost like a drug he couldn't get enough of.

But all too soon the blood flow thinned and the girl slumped against him, exhaling one last time before he dropped her body to the floor. Dragging her corpse to the far end of the alley, he covered it with some empty boxes and transformed into mist, gliding away from the place.

He reformed his body two buildings away from the cafe that his goddess frequented and slowly walked to said establishment. A couple of meters away, he saw her quietly typing in her computer as she sat on one of the outside tables. Her long dark brown hair, full of red highlights, fell over one side of her face as she looked at the machine's screen and then her watch. It was obvious that his stalking had served a purpose.

Appearing behind his goddess, he leaned forward and whispered seductively in her ear. "Have you been waiting for me?"

She stiffened and paled a bit but, much to his displeasure, found her voice very quickly. "You said to come if I needed answers. That's the only reason why I'm here tonight." Turning in her seat to face him, she gazed into his eyes and continued in a low voice. "Who are you? What are you?"

He ignored her questions and took the seat across from her, crossing his legs and leaning against the chair without ever taking his eyes from hers. Those orbs so different and similar at the same time... her right eye was gray while the left one was bright blue. I almost miss the honey colored eyes you had in the past but the rest of you is still the same. The same slightly tanned skin, slim but curvy body and a long, wavy mane that framed a soft, childish face.

"If you aren't going to answer me then I'm leaving." She said a little annoyed and moved to stand up.

"Wait." He sighed and pouted a little. "I see that your patience for my games haven't improved."

"What..." Confusion crossed her features but then her mismatched gaze turned hard and she hit the table, leaning over to scream at him. "Stop your stupid mind games and say things straight for once in your life! You almost drove me crazy in the past, don't you dare do it now too!" But as soon as those words left her mouth, her face paled and she slowly sat down again. "What... Did I say that?" She murmured casting her gaze down.

A couple sitting some tables away turned to see in their direction and began murmuring, making his mortal goddess blush and drop her gaze even more.

"Maybe it would be best if we talk in your house, where no one would bother us."

"I..." His brunnette began but then blushed even deeper and nodded. "I guess you're right but before we go... what's your name?"

"Alek Draven at your service, my goddess." He exclaimed standing up and bowing deeply to her.

She clicked her tongue at him and rolled her eyes. "I'm Isis Acosta Fuentes."

"A true Egyptian goddess then."

"You know!" The girl whispered with a slight smirk on her lips while she grabbed her things and began walking to the parking lot. "I like people who know their history."

That made his eyes sparkle and brought a half smile to his lips as they got inside her little blue Volkswagen and drove back to her home. As they neared the place he could smell the scent of fear laced with curiosity boil inside her inviting blood. The mixture itself created such a heady aroma that he wondered how in the world he hadn't attacked her yet. He could already feel his mouth watering for a taste.

"Are you okay? You seem a little tense." She said while closing the car's door.

"I will be, don't worry." You only make it worst when you talk so frightened.

Feeling his eyes fixed on her, Isis fumbled a bit with her keys at her front door until she could get her trembling fingers to cooperate and finally opened it. "I don't need to do anything silly like invite you in or something like that, right?" She could feel a nervous smile tug at her lips.

"Yes, you do. I'm a bit old fashioned."

His eyes got darker when he said that, just like they had been in her bath's waking dream. Her throat felt dry all of a sudden and her heartbeat quickened at the memory of his skin over hers, making her blush and look at the floor. "Ah... yes, I... come in, Alek." Closing her eyes she rushed inside, dropping her purse and laptop on the sofa and going straight to her kitchen. She desperately needed a cup of coffee to calm her body from the intense reactions that man arose on her.

Get it together, Isis. Those dreams are just part of his little game, nothing more; nothing for you to worry about so much. She started the coffeemaker, sighed and turned around to lean against her kitchen bar when she found herself staring right into Alek's glowing blue eyes. His chiseled face was so close that she could feel... nothing. There was no breath caressing her skin! Nothing. Nada. Alek's not breathing at all! How is that even possible? "What are you?"

Instead of answering her, he just widely smiled, showing her his long fangs and licking them very slowly. "I'm what you would call a vampire."

Her eyes widen and she quickly put some distance between them. "Vampires don't really exist, they are just an urban myth."

"Then, how would you explain this?" He gifted her with a smirk before closing his eyes and transforming his entire body into a fog so deep that it covered her entire kitchen. He swirled around her a couple of times, whispering endearments in his native tongue and then slipped between her clothes, caressing the warm skin intimately, wrapping around her body as a real snake would.

It felt so good to touch her after so many decades of having lost her. He grazed every curve, plane and valley of her graceful body, enjoying her gasps and moans as he rubbed his incorporeal form to hers. Lust flared inside him, demanding that he made her his in the spot but he couldn't; at least not at that moment. He needed her to accept the change first, only then would she truly be his.

"Please stop." His sweet girl pleaded him. "I believe you. Please..."

"Your wish is my command, my mortal goddess." Alek whispered to her ear before returning to his corporeal form. "I believe your coffee is ready, dearest." He looked behind her at the machine that had stopped making gurgling noises and now lay silent, waiting to be turned off.

"Yeah, of course."

He waited patiently for her to fill a pink mug decorated with teddies that read 'Daddy's little girl' and sat at the bar, staring fixedly at her eyes. "Ask away and I will answer, Isis."

She bit her lip nervously and nodded as if she were preparing herself for some mental trauma. "The one outside my room last night was you?"

"Yes."

She took a big gulp of her black coffee, wincing when the hot beverage burned her tongue. "Don't you dare laugh." His little mortal threatened him, making such a beautiful angry face that he couldn't help to tease her a little.

"It serves you right for doing things without paying attention to them."

Again with that arrogant smirk of his. How she wished being able to erase it from his perfect face. Glaring at him, she sighed and took another gulp, cooling it down a bit first, before leaning against the bar again. "Why are you pestering me and, more importantly, why the hell am I dreaming about you?!"

"To answer your first question, you're the reincarnation of my lovely lover." Alek flashed himself in front of the brave brunnette and grabbed her by the chin, leaning a breath away from her lips. "The second answer is easier. The magic medallion I gave you is making you remember your past life."

"Lover?" She froze under his touch. "The... medallion?" Maybe it was true then. Maybe she was really his lover... Her two dreams had felt so real; every emotion, detail and word had provoke inside her a strong sense of deja vu. Plus, the scenery seemed so ancient, as if she were standing in the midst of ancient Egypt or Greece. Could she truly believe his words?

"Haven't you dreamed about how we met?" His voice was sultry and laced with desire as he slowly traced her curves with the tips of his long fingers.

"No but I have seen us having... m-making lo-love in a river and you..." She hesitated, fear gripping her heart all of the sudden. "My first dream was about you bi-biting me and d-drinking my bl-blood."

Her fear, her blood... Isis trembling voice make him thirsty and hot all over again. Just imagining how good she would taste it was enough to drive him crazy and awaken his bloodthirst. "Don't speak like that... don't let fear lace your voice." Alek's own voice turned husky as he nuzzled her cheek, jaw and finally her neck. "I want to have you." He moaned against her soft skin a moment before he sank his fangs in her flesh. She gasped but didn't try to run away, his goddess just stood there, entwining her fingers in his hair and letting him feed off from her.

The taste of her blood was far sweeter and divine than anything he had tasted in the past. Maybe even better than the first time he met her back in Egypt. It was perfect; a delicious combination of passion, fear and doubt that set fire to his veins and warmed his dead heart. How I missed you.

"Please don't suck too much of my blood. I don't want to die just yet." She sounded sluggish and weak.

"Don't worry, my mortal goddess. I won't turn you unless you ask me to."