Assignment Symbiosis

Adam’s Mirror

(I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, finally made it into a short story, what ya guys think?)

She sat there with prying eyes; knowing he was like her in one way and completely different in the other. He asked so many questions and she was surprised she liked that. She was surprised she had many of the same wonders and doubts. She was surprised indeed. When the class was over and the students were cleaning up she stuck around, listening to him converse with the professor. The professor was intrigued by him as much as he was displeased. She identified. He pretended he didn’t notice her watching; she knew he was pretending because she pretended she didn’t notice him watching.

            Time passed and her obsession grew. But as it grew, not only did she feel she loved him dearly, she felt a terrible hopelessness, she knew she’d never get him. She watched him, saw that he was not her kind, he was scrawny, skinny and zits took over the majority of his face. He was unattractive. But he had these eyes, eyes that lured her in, eyes black like midnight. Locks of equally as dark hair drooped down over his eyebrows. An insatiable thirst welled up inside her so much she felt she would drown of emptiness. She felt alone, the more she drew herself closer the colder she felt. Strange but she couldn’t get enough.

            Although she knew that she wanted him more than any other man, she continued on with her usual habit. A habit that she knew she was born with, one that was her nature. She’d mastered it once she hit puberty; once she discovered the joy it is to be woman. She was one who would observe for hours at a time, absorbed what she learned like a sponge. She watched the effects a woman’s body had on men, how it dissolved them. Powerful. Easy. And she had it all, she made herself. Standing in front of the screen she’d practice, move her hips like they did, lick her lips like they did, expose her body like they did, destroyed like they did. It was art, beautiful to her, delicious. She’d already practice on a few and it had worked wonders, got her money, food, drinks, anything she pleased. In exchange for only one thing. Her body.

            She was compulsive, rather aggressive at times. She made it so that she’d never lose, not even with the most stubborn. She would always win. And she would win with this man too. Although she increasingly began to feel self-conscious knowing he was watching every time she’d bat her lashes at the man next to him. Every time she’d slide her hand into their pockets. She began fearing he would reject her, although she knew that was silly talk, it would never fail. Something about him paralyzed her every time she’d approach, every attempt to sedate him ended with her. Like her poison was being reflected off his eyes back into hers, it shook her but didn’t disable her. She’d hold the hand of another, but hold her stare at him. At the times she found himself alone with him he’d turn a corner begging her to follow. She always did but never caught up to him. He’d always lead her to the same place. The old mirror at the entrance of the dorm.

            There was one time she spotted him outside. He was being lead by a woman, headed towards the church. Fear invaded her, rage possessed her. She ran, summoned a distraction and stole him away.  He smiled coyly, a flame in his eye. She had saved him. He was about to speak when someone called her name. She jumped away from him, something told her she shouldn’t be spotted with him. She ran to the voice that called her. Still another time he was being harassed by the same woman. She was holding open a book, reading it to him. The sight of that book brought the same fear, pain and anger that she felt the last time he was being lead to the church. She ran, summoned another distraction and lead him away. This time he smiled exposing his teeth, his eyes still flaming. Her rescue was greater this time. She knew it. Her phone rang; she needed to go.

            The following morning on her way to class she saw him sitting under a large oak tree. He seemed to be waiting for someone, making sure no one was around she made her way to him. He waited till she was close and began to climb the tree. Invited her to follow. She set down her books and climbed. The tree was huge, thick branches stuck out like a latter, green leaves provided shade from the sun. He sat at the top, waited for her. Sitting in silence they looked at the landscape. Then she could resist no longer, leaning forward she pressed her lips against him with all the force she could. That first kiss he did not respond, but immediately after he joined in lips to hers. She drank from his lips thirstfully.  The more she breathed his breath, the more dehydration seemed to weaken her body. She needed more, so much more. With just as much emphasis, he stopped, pulled away. His wet lips curled into a smile once more. He began climbing down motioning to her with his head to tag along. She did, she had to. He walked fast, making sure he was following, he was playing his game again, turning corners here and there. He lead her back inside, back to that old mirror. He stood leaning against it, waiting for her to come to him. He pulled her close, kissed her on the neck. She returned the affection, if anyone saw, she no longer cared. They were meant for each other.

            Her eyes were closed when she noticed the change. The change when his lips turned cold, where his body became hard and unresponsive. She opened her eyes, looked into his. Only they were not his eyes, they were someone else’s, more familiar. Her eyes. She was looking into her eyes. She stepped away, realized she’d been kissing the mirror. It was not possible! How could that have happened? Someone tapped her shoulder. There he was grinning like a fool, only something was different about him. His eyes changed color, they were blue, like hers. Just like hers. She stared into them in awe. She blinked and he was gone, replaced by a black creature. A black creature with long fangs, yellow claws and blue eyes. He pulled out a long razor sharp tongue, ran it across her neck