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[bjhass]

Jeff is as fast as an Olympic sprinter and as strong as an Olympic weight lifter, and that is when he doesn't work out. But for the last few hundred years he has been working out, expanding his exceptional abilities beyond impossible limits. He also has exceptional senses of hearing, smell and sight. He can also affect hallucinations on other's senses as long as he is making eye contact with them.

Having lived for thousands of years, he has slowly accumulate massive resources. But his wealth only highlights his loneliness. He has learned the fickle nature of mortals, and grown tired of their selfish obsession with money. He doesn't hate them for it, but he does avoid them because of it. With his nearly limitless physical capabilities hiding is easy. In fact it is another talent he has honed through the years to the point that unless he is standing in the noon day sun on a cloudless day he can blend into the lightest shadow thus appearing, without actually being, invisible.

He hasn't allowed himself to be seen for over a hundred years, and he hasn't felt love since before he became immortal. But something is coming. He doesn't know what, but he can sense it like a change in barometric pressure before a summer afternoon thunderstorm, and it has been a long time coming. It is the cause of the uneasiness which led him to honing his skills for the last few hundred years. It is one of the factors that led to his hiding. But the slow percolating pressure has finally boiled to an unbearable peak. It compels him to leave his hiding, abandon his haven and return to the normal world seeking information about what has been going on around him.

He travels on foot, flitting from shadow to shadow quickly and lightly. Not a blade of grass is disturbed from its place as he enters the ages old town. But even these old buildings are young to him and the people like infants.

He moves from street to street, staying in the shadows that lengthen by the minute as the sun sets. He considers entering a club where he can easily eavesdrop on conversations for information but the crowd intimidates him. A local bar is a quieter establishment but he dreads the idea of having to start up a conversation.

Then he sees her. His heart stops. He does a double take, then a triple. Could it be really be her? Could this be the girl he loved so long ago? Or was the universe just playing tricks on him?

 

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[DangerousDarkEyes]

Centuries ago there was the most beautiful muse ever created. She had golden white hair that cascaded down her back and past her waist. There were waves and waves of it that seem to glisten in the sunlight. Her eyes were bright blue shades of the sky that sparkled when looked at from the right angle, which seemed to change when ever something made her happy. She had a slender figure and petite frame, her body had been perfectly molded into that of a sensuous beautiful young lady. None could compare to her, although no one really tried. She was there to help people, as long as she was happy.

Which she was usually always happy, filled with thoughts, songs and stories that brought anyone around to listen to her. It was said listening to her made things happen as if magic were there, those that listened left happy when they had a heavy heart. Those that felt ill, left feeling as well as brand new puppy. What ever was wrong with these people, her thoughts, songs and stories made them better, that was her calling.

One day she had come to meet a mortal man who was in a deep depression from the loss of his wife and his child. The muse could feel his pain and for the first time, she was unsure if she would be able to help him. His pain came from a loss so great, a mere story or song would not open his heart. He needed something he could hold, or someone to hold him as if he were a child and needed a comforting shoulder. He needed to find something to live for again and she was drawn to him.

Someone had told him of her and her stories and he had come to where she was telling a story of a magic boy and his dog. The muse had sensed him there and looked out among the crowd, spotting him sitting on the grass in the back of the crowd, by himself. After she was done telling her story and people began to leave she walked over the young man and sat down next to him.

After a little while, the silence went from awkward to relaxing, although he never lifted his head to look at her, he finally lay it upon her shoulder. It was the first time anyone had touched her, or that she had let anyone touch her. Without hesitating, she cradled him like a mother would a young child and she listened to his sobs, his heart breaking and she could feel his pain.

That was the day that changed her course of life from an immortal to mortal. She fell in love with the young man and opened his heart with hers and together they lived happily, although she still had to do the work she was put here to do. She finally decided she wanted to live as he did, with him and be his wife. To do that, she had to become mortal, which was allowed as true love cannot be broken or lost. She accepted what came with that, which meant she would die, just as he would. But not before giving birth to a girl that would be the splitting image of her and would have her talents of thoughts, songs and stories, but would always be mortal. So generation upon generation, she was created over and over, in hopes that one day, one of the girl child would desire the life of the muse and want to give up that of the mortal life.

Alaina was 21 and had gotten her first job as a bartender, only because her father owned the bar and wanted to keep an eye on his beautiful daughter. She was the splitting image of her mother who passed away recently, his only way of getting thru that was having his daughter with him. She was busy waiting on several men at the bar and didn’t see the newcomer come in.