Luminous couldn't remember the last time she slept so comfortably. WIth how luxurious her bed was, she's never had a bad night's sleep, but they couldn't compare to the comfort she currently found herself in.

  The whole front of her body was warm. Not in an unpleasant way, quite the contrary, the heat making her wish to snuggle deeper into it, even in her sleep. She pressed herself against it and tried to pull it as close as she could, a feeling of safety resonating throughout her being as she did so.

  That being said, there was a sensation her unconscious body couldn't figure out, though it was enjoyable all the same. Like her front, there was also a pleasurable warmth settled right on her backside. But more than that, it felt like getting a deep tissue massage.

  On her ass.

  She should have found it strange, but her subconscious mind leaned into it, desperate to feel more of the warm and slightly rough sensation kneading into her sensitive flesh. Small moans began to leave her lips, as her body squirmed in place, a new kind of heat entering her form.

  A particularly loud whine caused her to rouse from her slumber. Heterochromatic eyes opened slowly, blinking away the drowsiness she felt. She wondered how long she'd been asleep for, given how groggy she felt.

  She yawned, deciding she wasn't quite ready to get up and greet the night, or whatever time of day it was, and snuggled closer to the warm, hard form laying next to her, closing her eyes in content. It took her longer than she'd like to admit before she realized something was wrong.

  First, there shouldn't be anything hard in her bed, especially not something that felt like this. Second, while the sensation of her rump getting the rub down felt phenomenal, it was also something that shouldn't be occurring. And third, she should not be able to hear a heartbeat coming from her pillow, no matter how soothing the rhythm might be.

  Opening her eyes again, this time with perfect clarity, she looked at the hard, body shaped form next to her. It was a man, and a rather handsome one at that, with a chiseled jawline and long flowing hair of spun gold.

  His eyes, like most vampires, were a deep crimson. Except she could also make out flakes of orange and gold sparkling in their depths, reminding her of fire crackling in a hearth.

  His hands, however, reminded her of a dirty old man.

  She couldn't see his body, as he was under the blanket with her, but from what she could feel, he was completely nude, just like her, and he was highly muscular with little to no unnecessary fat on his body. Her hand, which was across his torso resting on his collarbone, slowly slid down his brawny chest, resting right above his heart, ready to pierce it should she find need to.

  "Excuse me," she said, raising her head from his shoulder and staring at his face. But it seems he was either ignoring her or so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't hear her, continuing to fondle her left cheek like it was his job. Either way, it irritated her to be ignored.

  "Excuse me?" she tried again, even louder. But still she was ignored. No matter how attractive the man may have been, this was unacceptable.

  Luminous Valentine was not used to being ignored. She was worshiped as a goddess, even if her followers didn't know it was she herself they revered, and when she gave a proclamation, thousands gathered to hear it, even if the words themselves came from another's mouth.

  Her commandments may have been given through her most loyal subjects, but still, they were her words they gathered to hear, even if they were said from a mouthpiece. This man was lucky she was so curious about how he managed to sneak himself into her bed, or she may have just done away with him.

  "Excuse me?" she said, and you know what they say, third times the charm. The man stopped his massage of her posterior, and turned his gaze towards her, eyes widening in a variety of emotions. Shock, awe, fear, curiosity, lust; all swirling in a vortex as he gazed into her eyes.

  "Huh?" he asked, in a fairly deep, and dare she say it, suave voice. The deep tenor sending pleasant vibrations through her body. But she wouldn't allow that to distract her.

  "Mind telling me what you're doing in my bed, with your hand on my ass?" she asked, gazing intently into his sparkling, sunstone-like eyes.

  "Um…" he stated in a less than eloquent manner. She felt his hand once more give her backside a squeeze, causing her eyes to narrow at him. He must have realized what he did, as he gulped and finally removed his hand from her firm and bubbly cheek.

  And slide in right onto her hip. She raised an eyebrow at that, part of her impressed that he had the gall to keep his hands on her. The other part was pointing its claws towards his heart.

  "Well, I'm waiting," she said, hoping he had a decent excuse for his actions. Or at least an interesting one that she could recount with humor in the future. Though, he likely wouldn't be around to hear it.

  "I'm not sure where to begin," he said after a moment. She could see the honest confusion behind his eyes, making her even more curious about his appearance here. It didn't seem like he intended to creep into her bed, but still, that's where he ended up and she would find out why.

  "Perhaps at the beginning," she suggested lightly, a hint of tease behind the steel in her voice.

  "The beginning, right… Well, I was born 27 years ago in Dallas, Texas. Mom said I was an easy birth, probably because I was so small. From there I was taken to my childhood home, a quaint, two story house in the suburbs-" he started, but was interrupted by an annoyed voice.

  "Not your beginning. I don't care about your birth, I wish to know how you came to be in my bedchambers," she said, glaring lightly at him.

  "Oh, right. Sorry. Um, let's see… I guess it started when I got into that car crash," he mumbled, eyes glazing over as he recalled what brought him to this place. Hearing about a car caused Luminous's eyes to widen in shock.

  "Is he an Otherworlder? But I've never heard of a vampire reincarnating into this world, though I suppose it isn't impossible. Until now, they've always been humans," she thought to herself, listening as he explained how he came to be here, becoming more and more intrigued as he continued.

  "And then I read this book, which was apparently my autobiography, and it claimed I was a vampire. Which is weird, because as far as I know, I'm human through and through," he continued, rambling a bit. But his claim caught her attention.

  "One moment. Are you telling me you're human?" she asked, voice tinged with disbelief. He stopped talking, looking her in the eyes.

  "Um, yeah. As far as I know anyway," he said, feeling nervous by the look on her face. It wasn't exactly threatening, but he felt a bit like a mouse in a lab about to be injected with something.

  "Hmm, is that so…" she muttered, leaning up further on her right arm, causing the blanket to slide off of her petite frame, revealing the perfection that lay beneath. But she wasn't paying attention to where he was looking or the dumbstruck look on his face, too interested in the revelation she just heard.

  "Could he have really been human? But the way he looks… Perhaps I should find out for sure," she thought, reaching towards his face. Jonathan was snapped out of her trance when he felt her soft and delicate hand on his jaw.

  A hand that also felt like a vice. The strength of which she grabbed him was surprising, as he didn't expect such strength to come from someone so svelte.

  "Now, say ahhh," she commanded, and he felt himself obey, his mouth opening wide. She gazed into his mouth, and gently rubbed her fingers over his teeth.

  "Those fangs don't look very human. Neither do your eyes. Are you telling me the truth?" she asked, a bit of steel returning to her voice. Confused, he used his tongue to feel around in his mouth. Eyes widening when he felt the sharp, elongated canines he was sure wasn't there a moment ago, he reached up a hand, the one that wasn't holding onto Luminous, and began prodding them.

  "What the hell? Where did these come from?" he asked, perplexed. Luminous stared into his eyes, noting the genuine confusion in them. If that was his reaction to a couple of fangs, how would he react to seeing the rest of him?

  Curious, and feeling a bit mischievous, Luminous decided it was time to leave the comfort and warmth of her bed. Feeling her movement, Jonathan was shocked, and exhilarated, to see her rolling over and climbing out of bed, showing him exactly what he had been fondling just moments prior.

  All thoughts of his fangs and what changes may have happened to his body fled from his mind as he stared at her. There were no words he could use to accurately describe just how sublime the woman in front of him was. She made supermodels look plain by comparison.

  She wasn't just a 10, she needed a whole new system!

  Luminous stretched, amused by the gobsmacked stare she could feel roaming across her body. Men were such simple creatures. Show a little flesh, and they lost all sense of reason.

  She turned back to him, a coy smile on her face. "Well, what are you waiting for? It's time to get up. Follow me," she said, walking towards her vanity with grace that would shame a ballerina. But Jonathan stayed right where he was, noting a certain part of his anatomy refused to stand down.

  "Um, I might need a minute…" he said, pulling the covers over himself like a shy maiden. Luminous stopped and turned to look at him, raising one of her delicate brows. But when she saw the way he was sitting there, trying to hide the obvious tent, she couldn't help but giggle.

  "There's no reason to hide. If what I felt earlier is any indication you have nothing to be ashamed of," she practically purred, which did not help his situation any, as he let out a strangled gasp.

  With a beat red face, he raised the covers up and took a look for himself. "...Huh, how about that," he muttered. Luminous snickered as he did this. This man was simply too funny.

  "You can say hello properly later. Now, get out of my bed," she ordered. Jonathan slammed the blanket back down, looking at her embarrassed, practically begging her to let him wait. But judging by the expectant look in her eyes, he wouldn't be getting his wish.

  "You got this..." Jonathan said to himself, taking in a deep breath, his eyes closed. "You're a big brave boy. This is nothing, just a little nudity in front of the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, no problem. On the count of three. One…"

  Luminous eyes shone with mirth as she listened to his every word. He probably thought she couldn't hear him, but she had excellent ears. She did feel a bit flattered by his compliment, not that it wasn't one she's heard before, but he sounded so genuine about it.

  "Two…"

  "Three!" he shouted, opening his eyes and flinging the covers off of himself, revealing his own glory to the world. He climbed out of bed, standing there confidently as Luminous drank in his form.

  She was right about his muscularity, his abs were clearly defined, his shoulders broad, and his chest wide and thick. His arms looked strong enough to bend steel, which they likely were. His legs were long and muscular, and she could see his veins running through his quads.

  And of course, there was the thing between his legs as well. Just as she thought, he was quite well endowed, without a single hair to hide it.

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  She smirked as she watched him stand there, squirming. He was clearly uncomfortable with her gaze, looking like he was trying to decide whether or not he should cover up or make a break for it.

  He was also trying very hard not to look at her body, which only amused her more. After living for 20,000 years, she didn't care overly much for modesty. She didn't show her body off to just anyone though, but for some reason, she didn't mind him seeing her. In fact, she kind of enjoyed it.

  "Well don't just stand there, come on," she said, making a come here gesture with her index finger. Jonathan gulped at seeing the flirtatious look in her eyes, but complied all the same.

  She smirked as he neared before turning on her heel and making her way towards the vanity. Stopping in front of it, she gestured to the mirror with one hand on her hip. He tilted his head in confusion, looking like a confused puppy, before he walked in front of the mirror.

  "Tell me, what do you see?" she asked. That only confused him more.

  "Huh? But I thought vampires didn't have reflections," he stated, doing his best to look her in the eye. Which was very difficult considering the view he had.

  "And why would you think that?" she asked, amused. He looked unsure of himself, debating whether or not he should say, but decided, "Fuck it, what's the worst that could happen?"

  "Well, because they have no souls, right? And mirrors reflect the soul, or was it because of the silver…" he said, tapering off at the end. Luminous raised an eyebrow at that, having never heard something like that.

  "I assume that's a legend from your world? Interesting, by why don't you find out for yourself," she said, indicating the mirror.

  Having nothing better to do he gazed deep into the mirror's reflection, only to see some dreamboat pretty boy looking back at him, with long golden hair, chiseled everything, and completely nude with a raging hard on.

  Was he some kind of pervert or something?

  "So what, this mirror shows you a tall, handsome guy? What's the point?" he asked, frustrated. But when he saw her appear behind the guy in the mirror, wrapping her dainty hands around his waist, pressing her sinfully soft body against him, he couldn't stop the choking gasp that left his mouth.

  Because he could feel it. He could feel her body against his and he knew it was hers because it felt the same as when they were laying in bed. And the guy in the mirror looked just as surprised as him. But that didn't make any sense. A dude like that should be used to feeling women all over him, so why would that shock him?

  "Have you figured it out yet?" Luminous whispered in his ear, enjoying the way it made him shiver.

  "I… not really, I mean. Does this mirror show you your ideal self or something? Or maybe, what you desire most?" he asked, though the sensations made it difficult to think.

  "That's an interesting idea. Are you saying this is what you desire most?" she whispered, her hot breath tickling his neck as her hands moved up his body to his chest, making him whine.

  "I… maybe? I don't know," he said, doing his best not to make any more weird sounds. Luminous smirked, feeling his heart beat a mile a minute. She didn't know what it was about this strange boy who found himself in her room, but she couldn't help but tease him.

  "Well, let me tell you, that mirror is just a mirror. It doesn't show you anything besides a plain old reflection," she said, pressing her cheek against his back.

  "That can't be true. I mean, there's no way that's me. It's impossible," he muttered, staring at the reflection in awe. She had to be messing with him, right?

  Reaching up, he tried to feel the long, silky hair he could see cascading down the man's impossibly sculpted physique. To his immense surprise, it was there. He held his hand out, staring at the golden sheen inside of it, not able to comprehend what he was seeing.

  "Is that… Can it really be me?" he asked, hating the hope and desperation he could hear inside of it. The woman holding him from behind heard it too, as she stepped away. Turning to look at her, he saw a more genuine smile on her face, rather than the teasing one from before.

  "It's really you."

  Turning back to the mirror, he couldn't help but marvel at his new self, hands roaming over every inch of his body, feeling the hard, rippling muscles beneath the skin. Turns out, dying was the best thing that ever happened to him.

  "So, um, what now?" he asked, using the mirror to look at the beautiful, silver haired woman beside him.

  "Now, I'm going to get dressed. We can discuss more afterward, and maybe even get you some pants. I'll only be a moment, try not to make a mess while I'm gone," she said, making her way towards her massive, walk-in closet.

  He watched her disappear before turning back to the mirror. "I can't believe this is real… If it is a dream, I hope I never wake up."

  Thirty minutes ticked by and Jonathan was starting to think he'd been abandoned. However, the prolonged absence of the beautiful woman did allow him to calm himself down, so that was a plus.

  But still, did she have to take so long? Just what in the hell was she doing in there that required this much time to get ready? Clothes didn't take that long to put on, did they? Not for him, he knew that much, or was it different for girls?

  He'd gotten bored staring at himself in the mirror after about 20 minutes, give or take, so now he was sitting on the bed, waiting for… Hang on a second… "What was her name again?"

  That's when he realized he didn't know the woman's name. He shared a bed with her, and he didn't even know her name! He was becoming the type of man grandma told him to never become! Oh how she would be ashamed.

  Good thing she was dead.

  "...Wow, I'm a dick."

  What he meant to think was that he was in another word and safe from her nagging. Yeah, that's what he meant.

  Regardless, the fact remained that he didn't know his host's name, and that wouldn't do. He should ask her if she ever gets out of the closet, and no, he did not mean it in that way.

  Honestly, he was kind of surprised he wasn't killed right off the bat. Judging by the room he was in, she had to be pretty rich, and rich people could get away with basically anything. Hell, she could have him hunted for sport and no one would probably say a thing.

  "I wonder… is it because of my Skill: Alpha Male? Is that why she hasn't had me killed yet?" he thought. It made sense, if that's what the Skill did. Hell, if that's all it did he'd chalk it up to a win.

  Because he got the feeling she wouldn't need anybody else to end him. She didn't look very threatening, but for some reason the thought of angering her made him shiver. He wasn't sure, but he thought he felt something pressing down on him when he first realized she was awake. Like an invisible power trying to crush him, and he had a feeling it came from her.

  If that was the case, then Alpha Male was the best Skill ever! Or was it because he mentioned being from another world. She did seem surprised by that fact, though for some reason he doubted it was for the reason he was thinking. In fact, she was more surprised by the fact he claimed to be a human, rather than from another world.

  Actually, come to think about it, she wasn't scared in the least by the fact that he was apparently a vampire. Was it just because she was that powerful, or is it because she's just a pampered princess who can't imagine herself ever being in danger.

  "Or is it because she's also a-" His thoughts were interrupted by a somewhat chipper voice.

  "I'm back. Did you miss me?"

  Turning his head, he saw what took her so long. She was wearing a gothic style black dress that had a high, white collar. The bottom of it was composed of several frills, appearing like layers, reaching just past her knees.

  The shoulders were also frilled, but made out of a see through lace, coming to around her biceps. On her forearms were pieces of black cloth with two strips of white strings going around the top and bottom to keep them on. Jonathan had no idea what they were called, but they reminded him of vambraces.

  Her boots were tall, reaching past her dress's hemline, likely all the way to her knees, held on by numerous shiny, silver buckles. A piece of cloth, or maybe a hairband, wrapped around the top of her head, keeping her hair in place, with four bow-like pieces flaring out, reminding him of a flower.

  All in all, she looked like a goth princess, and he was all for it. The only thing missing was the black lipstick and eyeliner. Actually, he didn't think she was wearing any makeup, her face looked exactly the same as it did before.

  Not that he would say anything. He didn't know much about women, but what he did know is that if they took the time to put on makeup and you say their face looks the same, your balls were in for a world of hurt.

  "I was starting to think you'd abandoned me. But it was worth the wait," he said, looking her up and down. She smirked, putting her hand on her hip, an air of smugness around her.

  "Is that so? Even though you've already seen me naked?" she asked, a coy smile gracing her lips. His mind flashed back to her nude form, and he had to force the memory away, lest it causes the south to rise again.

  "Being naked doesn't require any effort. That looks like it is required quite a bit," he said, gesturing with his head to her outfit.

  "Well, aren't you the charmer?" she said, walking up to him with a wicked grin, placing her hand on his chest again.

  "Gah, what's with this woman!? Why does she enjoy torturing me like this!?" he screamed in his mind. Her smirk grew even bigger, like she could hear his thoughts.

  "Ah, well, you know… vampires are supposed to be charming, aren't they?" he asked nervously, trying his best not to think about the soft hand rubbing his new, muscular chest.

  "Hmm, I suppose so. Now, I think it's time we find you some proper attire. One moment while I call a servant," she said, taking a step away from him, which was both a blessing and a curse.

  She then pricked her finger with her… claw? How did he not see that before? She then gathered the blood leaking from the wound and formed a circle in the air, until both halves connected.

  "W-what is that?" Jonathan asked, staring wide eyed at the blood hovering in mid air.

  "Oh, just a simple Vampire Blood Art, one used for communication over distances. This one is called: Blood Mirror," she explained. A feeling of shock coursed through his system.

  "So does that mean she really is a…"

  But his train of thought was once again interrupted by a new, elderly voice. "Yes my lady? How may I be of service?"

  Appearing in the mirror was the face of an older gentleman with gray hair and a big, gray mustache. He had a monocle over his left eye, and his right eye was a dark, crimson.

  "Ah, Gunther, how are you?" Luminous asked.

  "I'm doing well my lady," he responded in a respectful tone.

  "Excellent. I need you to come to my chambers. There's been an interesting development and I could use your assistance," she told him, which piqued his curiosity. Not many things garnered her attention these days.

  "An interesting development you say?" he repeated, which caused her to smirk.

  "Indeed, but I won't spoil the surprise. You'll just have to see for yourself."

  "As capricious as ever my lady. I shall be there momentarily," he said with a resigned sigh before cutting off communication. Jonathan, who was listening, felt a bit bad for the old timer. He imagined this was a somewhat common occurrence, given the woman's apparent whimsical nature.

  "And that takes care of that. Now we just need to wait. You'll be wearing pants again before you know it," she said, turning to face him with a small smirk on her face.

  "Ah, that's good, I guess," he said, making her raise an eyebrow.

  "Unless you wish to remain in the nude? I personally don't mind, but I'm not sure about the others," she said with a teasing smile, causing poor Jonatahn to blush.

  "No, no! I'd like some pants please," he stated quickly, causing the woman in front of him to pout.

  "If you insist…"

  They stood in somewhat awkward silence, mostly on Jonathan's part, as he was the only one without clothes. And the teasing looks she was giving him did not help matters.

  "So… I know this is a bit out of order, but… mind telling me your name?" he asked. She looked at him with confusion, before her eyes widened in realization.

  "My, how rude of me. A man shows up naked in my bedchambers and I have yet to introduce myself to him. How scandalous," she said with mocking distress.

  There wasn't much he could say to that. If someone showed up in his bed like that, he would hesitate to tell them his name as well. Unless they looked like she did, of course. It wouldn't take long for him to spill the beans if that were the case.

  "Ah, right. I understand. I am a stranger after all," he said, disappointed. He hasn't been this disappointed about a rejection since that time he asked out a cheerleader in high school.

  Luminous, who was watching his expression, softened her own. "That's right, you are a stranger. So let's fix that, shall we? It would be weird for two people who've seen each other's dirty little secrets to not know each other's names. I am Luminous Valentine, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she said, holding out a hand for him to shake.

  He looked down at it for a moment, not quite believing it. But after a moment, he hesitantly reached out for her hand, hoping she wouldn't pull it back at the last second. When he took her hand in his, he almost leapt for joy.

  "I'm Jonathan. Jonathan Mueller. It's uh… nice to meet you too," he said, shaking her hand. But Luminous had a curious depression on her face as she stared at him.

  "Jonathan you say? Are you certain of that?" she asked, tilting her head.

  "Um, yes? Pretty sure, anyway," he said, confused himself. Luminous hummed and her eyes started glowing, and he got the distinct impression she was staring into his soul.

  "Ah, I see. Jonathan was your human name. But seeing as you are no longer human, that name is no longer so attached to your soul. How interesting…" she said after several seconds.

  "And what does that mean exactly?" he asked. Her eyes stopped glowing, and she looked at him in contemplation.

  "Names are powerful things, especially for monsters like ourselves. Most never receive one, remaining nameless their entire lives. Humans and demi-humans are a bit different in this regard, but still, names can hold powerful meanings for them as well," she said, making him even more confused.

  "I don't get it. Why don't they just name themselves then?" he asked.

  "Hmm, how to explain… Naming someone takes an enormous amount of power. You are literally inscribing their name into their very soul. Most monsters do not have the power to name their own children, let alone themselves," she explained.

  "Huh, that's… different. And you say my name is no longer my name?" he asked. If that was true, then the question marks next to his name in the book made sense now. It's literally because that may or may not be his name.

  "It's still attached, though barely. It would be easy to overwrite it with a new one, unless of course, you're attached to it?" she asked, her eyes shining with something akin to eagerness.

  Jonathan thought about it for a moment. "Am I attached to it? I mean, Jonathan was kind of a pathetic guy, all things considered. No friends, no girlfriend, crappy job, shitty apartment, short as hell with a tiny… not important. But this guy…" he thought, looking back into the mirror, seeing his new appearance looking back at him.

  "This guy is anything but a loser. I mean, look at him! I'm not gay, but he probably could have made me experiment in college, just to make sure. Jonathan was the old me, and I want to be the new me. The me I see staring back at me right now. I can't hold on to the past, I have to embrace this new future. And if that's the case, then…"

  "No, I'm not attached to it at all," he said, firmly, with conviction. Once he did, he felt something change within him on a fundamental level.

  "Excellent! If that's the case, then…" Luminous said, making the now nameless vampire stare at her. Her eyes were alight, shining brighter than ever before, and her grin was big enough he could see her gleaming, pearly white fangs.

  "...would you like me to give you one?"