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His
words to me sound so foreign like I was having a very difficult time
comprehending what he was saying.
    Our kind. How very
unfamiliar? I thought. I was just as confused, uncertain of the meaning. I
could see the dust bunnies floating in the air around me. I could smell the
magnolias outside from somewhere. I could smell the different aromas in the air
and I could easily identify them.
    I heard the whispered
word “Magnifico,” break through my thoughts. For a split second, I had
thought I was alone with my thoughts. I jumped up again at the sound and
instantly found myself curled up in the corner of the room, so fast I had not
realized I moved. I heard laughter, someone clapping. For some unknown reason I
felt a slight fear deep inside of me. I felt the need to survive. Maybe it was
because the recent memory of my death.
    “My little one you are
perfection, come see.”
    I hesitated before I
approached him. He had his hand held out to me. So quickly, my hand was in his.
I looked at him confused. It was as though both the thought and action worked
simultaneously. He turned me to face a mirror on the mantel. The mirror was
old, the frame around it looked gilded. I saw a girl in the mirror. I did not
recognize her. This girl in the mirror was perfection not a single flaw, except
her hair. It could use a brush. The hair took on a more reddish-brown tone. I
saw the beautiful satin dusty purple gown that I now wore. To see the girl in
the mirror, I was fearful. This was not me. I was not this perfect. He must
have felt my emotions. He gently placed a hand on my shoulder and told me I was
pure perfection. The girl in the mirror was not a broken body. The girl in the
mirror was whole, not a single blemish or bruise.
    “What happened to me?” The
sound of my own voice shocked me it was melodic. The way I imagine an angel
must sound. I recovered quickly and looked to him for explanation.
    I cocked my head to the
door. I could hear the people talking outside. He looked at me and explained my
hearing has become more acute it would take time to distinguish the different
voices and sounds. I looked at him in disbelief.
    “Your vision will be
improved, as well. You will be more attractive to your prey. Your scent is like
jessamine and lavender, or wild flowers in an open field. You will now move
more swiftly, much more in which human eyes will never see your approach. There
is much more for you to learn and you will have an eternity to learn. However,
there is one thing you must always remember,” he explained.
    “And that is…?” I
interrupted.
    “That is secrecy. You
cannot ever reveal yourself to anyone and you cannot go near your family. It is
our ultimate law,” he finished telling me.
    “You mean my family will
never know what has happened to me?” I questioned.
    “Unfortunately you can
never see them again,” he told me. I could hear the sadness in his voice.
    “I have to see them. I
have to let them know I am alive. I cannot leave them this way, never knowing
what has happened to me,” I begged him. I could feel a warm tear slide down my
face. I brushed it off and realized it was blood. I was afraid now. How can
this be? I was now crying tears of blood. This was something you hear about in
religion and I was not a saint, nor was I special to any God.  
    “If you love your family,
you will stay away from them. You would be a danger to them,” he quietly
explained to me. I heard the urgency in his voice. He wanted me to accept this
and let it go. I just was not sure if I could do that.
    Slowly the realization of
what I have now become dawned on me. It was best if I stay away from them.
Somehow, deep down, I knew he was right. I just did not know what kind of
threat I was to my family. I felt a new burning sensation in my throat. It felt
dry, like I was thirsty. I ignored this new sensation for the time being.

4. TITANIUM
    “C
    OME LET US WALK. I assume you
have several questions for me?” he asked.
    We