• When he finally gazed into the depth of those beautiful, dark eyes, and his heart started beating in his chest, more fierce and powerful than ever before, it felt like it would rip the very fabric of his soul and jump right out of his chest.

    Her eyes were like dark pools of a never-ending paradise, a sea of infinite bliss and spontaneous happiness. He tried to pull his gaze free from those captivating eyes, but found himself unable to even lift a finger.

    He was hers. She had caught him with her eyes and like a fish in a net he was entangled, unable to swim free. He was being hauled up, out of the safety of the water and into the clear air where he couldn’t breathe.

    He held his breath as she came closer, her long, beautiful legs encased in a black, silky dress, elegantly bringing her closer with each step. A few feet at a time, she strode his way. Her hair waved back and forth as her arms moved graciously alongside her perfect waist. She was the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He couldn’t imagine ever having the courage to speak to her, but something compelled his lips to part, his lungs to squeeze out air and his vocal cords to contract and produce sound.

    “Good evening miss, how may I be of service to you this lovely evening?”

    He was surprised by how easily the question flowed past his lips. He dared not look away from her perfect eyes, lest this perfect fantasy evaporate into the nothingness that was his life.

    A small, polite smile spread across her lips and she turned, taking in the elaborate entrance room of the hotel. Several sections had been created to meet the needs of as many different kinds of visitors as possible. There was a smoker’s area, a lounging area, a bar and a few others. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the abundance of Bordeaux-colored furniture. The color had been deliberate chosen because it gave off a very distinct aura of wealth. That was what the hotel was about, attracting wealthy customers.
    And wealthy this one was. Her neck was glistening with all the diamond she was wearing, her hands shining brightly as the artificial light of the entry room glistened off her ring. The ring around her finger was no wedding ring, nor did she betray any other sign of being spoken for.

    Her voice was almost as beautiful as the rest of her, rolling over her tongue like auditory gold. It was candy to his ears; nearly making his knees buckle from under him and send him helplessly crashing into an abyss of longing.

    “Yes, you can.”

    The three words made her sound like royalty, as if she were a direct descendant from gods. She spoke like a true empress of men, like all should revere and worship her... and he agreed.

    “My name is Diana Murray. I believe I have a suite booked for a few days here.”

    Her name. She’d just told him her name. For a few seconds he stood there, gazing into those flawless eyes, before he remembered his job and started typing on the computer in front of him. He hadn’t even had to do much to get her name; she’d just given it to him.
    He typed it out, marveling at how simple it sounded. How could an angel have such a human name? He eagerly looked away from the screen and back into her black, gorgeous eyes.

    “Yes, ma’am. It’s right here.”

    He pointed at the screen.

    “You have the Pausch suite. Marvelous choice, if I may say so myself.”

    Her smile returned as she waited expectantly. It took another few seconds before he realized it was his job to show her to her room and bring her luggage with him.

    Any other person would have gotten one of the bellboys. But she was different. She demanded his personal attention. He wouldn’t let anyone else help her with anything, she was his personal costumer.

    “Right this way, then. Do you have any luggage that needs to be brought along?”

    She smiled lightly at him, more personal this time than the two times before, and lifted her arms.

    “Do you see any luggage, dear?”

    He smiled back at her, wondering where he got the courage from to act normal in front of such a vision of perfection.

    He shook himself back into reality; trying to stay with both feet on the ground long enough to actually do his job. He didn’t think she’d mind that much if he just stood there and stared at her. She seemed like the kind of person who would be used to having people admire her all day long. He certainly wouldn’t mind. His mind overflowed with thoughts of what she looked like without that thin layer of fabric wrapped around her body like a second skin. Her curves could not have been better defined had she not worn any clothes.

    He held himself back from looking over his shoulder. He could feel her eyes poking holes in the back of his head. She was looking at him. Little beads of sweat started appearing on his forehead as he pressed the elevator button and anxiously waited for the doors to slide apart. A sudden thought crossed his mind causing him to tremble slightly with exhilaration.
    He would be alone with her. He’d be alone with her in a very tiny space, with nobody else watching. Even better, he’d be standing behind her where he could let his eyes feast on the marvel that was her beauty. She wouldn’t notice, nobody would notice. Even if she somehow did notice, she didn’t seem to mind.

    A big smile spread across his face, betraying his eagerness to be alone with a woman he had never seen before, never talked to before and had known since she came into the hotel only moments ago. His breathing was getting heavy. Even though nothing special would happen, he would still be alone with her. He would be alone with the most perfect woman he’d ever seen.

    A ‘ding’ brought him out of his dream world as the doors to the elevator slid open and a few people stepped out. It was starting to get fairly late in the evening, so it was understandable that people would want to go out. It was, after all, Saturday. Not many people would be going up to their rooms at this hour.

    He took a few steps, pressed the button to the appropriate floor and leaned against the wall as she graciously glided through the doors, turned and stood in front of him in all her splendor. The way she stood reminded him of a beautiful, black mare; tall, proud and knowing very well that she was beautiful. She seemed to understand fully that her beauty astonished many men and she didn’t seem shy about using that power over them.

    He startled when she suddenly turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her dress revealed just enough of her back to make him nearly fall to the floor. A gentle, private smile decorated her face as her eyes darted around, examining everything about him.

    The rest of her body now turned to face him as well. The look in her eyes made him press his back against the wall. She had a look of lust, unlike any he’d ever seen.

    Her hand stretched out to the side and agonizingly slowly reached for the emergency stop button.

    When she hit it, his heart felt like it would stop along with the elevator. Was he dreaming? Was this all just a cruel conjuring by his imagination, meant to drive him crazy with passion only to snatch it away from right in front of him?

    Was he about to wake up and resume his extremely dull and boring life, or was this real? Could his luck have become so amazing over night?

    She took two steps to bridge the gap between them and then another to press herself against him as he stood, squishing himself against the wall of the elevator. The feeling of her breasts, under the dress, pushing against his chest was agonizing.

    He struggled to catch his breath, trying not to pant as she lifted both hands and tenderly wrapped them around his neck. She pulled his head closer to hers and made him stop, just before their lips touched.

    This was real, this had to be real. No fantasy or dream could ever invoke such a strong feeling of lust or passion. She was right there in front of his face, as real as any woman. Right there, barely half an inch in front of him. Just half an inch more and he would kiss this wondrous creature, but for some reason he couldn’t move.

    He was looking straight into her eyes, trying not to hopelessly lose himself in those dark circles. He tried... and failed. He was hers. He had been hers from the moment he first laid eyes on her. He was hers and she knew it. She relished it and looked forward to using it. He could see it in her eyes.

    Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she pulled him closer to finish what she started.

    Her lips pressing against his seemed to make him catch fire. Their hot breath exchanging as they were one. Her hands slid up and took hold of his head, pulling him even closer. The rough kiss betrayed something about her he didn’t think would be possible. A raw, near animalistic behavior he never thought a person of her beauty could possess. Yet she did.
    And he loved it.

    Her hands went down again, gently caressing his neck, then his shoulders as she moved down and grabbed hold of his shirt. In one fluid motion she ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying all across the elevator.

    She pulled back from their kiss and looked down at his chest for a brief moment, a grin spreading across her face when she noticed he was quite toned. He hands brushed up and down his chest as she almost seemed ready to purr. She moved her hands back up again and grabbed his head, roughly pulling it back.

    He loved it. It was heaven for him. He closed his eyes as he awaited whatever next heavenly thing she would do to him, a big grin now covering his face as well.

    Then it hit him. A sharp pain pulled straight through his head, from the left side of his neck, through his skull and into the right side of his neck. The pain was like a bolt of lightning hitting him with all its force.

    He opened his eyes, fear now replacing whatever little bit of passion had occupied his body, mind and soul only seconds ago.

    A pair of dark, black eyes stared straight up at him with such icy, cold killing intent he’d never seen. He didn’t know what she’d done to him, nor did he have enough time left to figure it out. Everything seemed to move slowly and blurry at the same time. It took what felt like ages before he hit the ground, blood slowly seeping out of the wound in his neck.
    He couldn’t move, even when her face came back in sight. The grin was gone, the beauty had somehow left her. All that remained was a dark, empty abyss. A void that could never be filled.

    She was a hollow empty shell. A puppet doing the bidding of the only master it had ever known...

    Death.