A large headboard rested against the far wall directly in the middle. Lush gold bed coverings, and pillows covered it. The windows were stained glass. And in one corner was a large, round mirror. I gasped at its familiarity. This was the mirror, the one the wicked Queen used in the Snow White movie. I wondered what would happen when I stepped in front of the mirror.
The person reflected back at me was stunning, her black hair piled high, her lips a blood red, and skin luminescent as the moon. I turned, and she copied. I lifted my hand, and she did the same.
"It's me," I said, awed.
"My beautiful Queen. You truly are the fairest in the land."
My hand froze in midair. The voice was Christopher's. I noticed him now, seated in a chair dressed in lavish clothing. Black pants. Black boots extended over his knees, and a burgundy jacket that matched my dress.
"What's going on?" I asked, watching him through the mirror's reflection. He rose, and my breath hitched. His blond hair had been combed off his forehead, making his hazel eyes vibrant against his tanned skin. Excitement fluttered through my veins. More than his incredible looks were the fireworks bombarding my heart. We belonged together, it whispered with each beat.
"Why can I see your face?" I asked as I turned away from the mirror. His features blurred behind a thick darkness, so I could only see his red eyes. I returned my gaze to the mirror, checking him out in the reflection.
He smiled.
"The mirror reveals the truth, Snow." He came toward me, stalking me. I wondered if there'd ever been more willing prey.
I wanted to taste him, try his blood. Professor Pops words came into my mind.
"Never drink from the same human twice. Never more than ten seconds."
Christopher took my hands, and led me to the bed. I didn't like that his face was hidden from me, but my longing for him rocked strong enough so that I dismissed it. He lay me down, and then he lay down next to me so that we were eye to eye.
"You want me, don't you?" It was a question, but he knew the answer. I heard it in his voice.
"Yes."
He tilted his neck in my direction, and my fangs grew instantly. I pressed my lips to his delicious, warm throat. His skin parted as I sought his blood. When the first drops touched my teeth, I panted, and sucked harder. I had nothing to compare to the pleasure I experienced as his blood filled my mouth, ran down my throat, and filled me in ways I never believed existed. To my mind there wasn't anything better than that moment.
After a time, Christopher spoke my name. "Snow." I felt drunk with his enchanting blood as I lifted my lips from his neck. He smiled, his hazel eyes iridescent with hunger. "Can you see my face?"
I focused, and realized why I thought he'd looked familiar. "Charming?"
He smirked, and pulled me on top of him. "My turn," he said. I tilted my neck back, giving him full access, and let out a moan as he drank.
Uneasiness formed in my belly, knowing the Hunter was none other than the new guy, Chace Charming-Salem High Hottie. I remembered what Professor Pops said about Christopher being a master manipulator, about his magic being able to change things, including the way he looked.
Chace slash Christopher must've sensed by apprehension. He rolled us, placing me under him, his lips never leaving my neck.
I sighed, giving in to the immeasurable pleasure of the moment.
"Christopher," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair, pulling him ever closer.