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how my body had grown stronger and larger as if to accommodate the beast within.
    I looked at my face again. My eyes were back to their natural green color, the amber glow was gone. I hated to see my eyes glow amber, because it meant I wasn’t in control, I was becoming the beast which lurked within me.
    In the mirror I stared into the face of a man in his early thirties, even though I knew it not to be true. I wasn’t in my thirties anymore.
      Not by a long shot!
    I shook my head. It was time to get the stench of the streets off me. I stripped and stepped into the oversized shower and let the water rinse the dirt away. But what it couldn’t wash away was my guilt, my sins and my pain about what I had become.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    3. Annette’s Awakening
     
    I dreamed I was cradled by something soft and strong at the same time. It was the strangest feeling. It felt like floating on a magic carpet being embraced by cotton wool. My dreams were interrupted several times by pain, but the pain would disappear each time until I felt engulfed in cotton wool again. I had heard a voice in my dreams, but didn’t know who it belonged to. It was strangely soothing and comforting.
    Then I heard a waterfall. It was a calming feeling hearing the drops of water fall onto a hard surface. Or maybe it was raining? I wasn’t sure.
    I opened my eyes. The room did not look familiar. Had I gotten drunk and gone home with somebody? Not likely. I didn’t remember being at a party. I recalled I had planned to leave San Francisco.
    I could still hear the waterfall. What was it? I sat up realizing I was lying in a large bed, alone. The duvet which covered me was warm and soft, but its scent wasn’t familiar to me. It was somebody else’s scent. I looked around. I was in a huge loft of some sort. The light I saw was coming through a huge skylight in the center of the room which seemed to be the living room.
    I looked toward the other end of the place and saw the kitchen and a door next to it. It was ajar. The waterfall noise originated from there. Somebody was taking a shower.
    Where am I?
    This wasn’t my aunt’s house. And this for sure wasn’t my ex-boyfriend’s flat either. I had never even been to a party at this place.
    What had I done last night? I tried to reconstruct my last day, when it hit me. I had been attacked in an alley and then I had woken up in a hospital. But how had I left the hospital? I didn’t remember that. Did I have amnesia?
    That was just my luck, wasn’t it? Damn! Would I be able to exchange my Greyhound bus ticket for another day?
    I looked around the bed to see where I had left my handbag. There was nothing which belonged to me except for my red sweater. I glanced down at myself and noticed I was wearing my t-shirt. I lifted the blanket.
    Ok, I still wore my panties.
    Good sign .
    As I looked down my leg I saw the bandage, and as if on cue, the damn thing started hurting.
    Suddenly the shower stopped. I dropped back into the pillows turning a little so I could still see the bathroom door. My view was only partially obstructed by a large room divider made out of different cubes which were open in the front and back. Some were filled with books, some displayed other decorative items such as vases and bowls.
    I waited patiently trying not to breathe too loudly. Finally the bathroom door opened and he stepped out. I couldn’t see his face, but if his face was anything like his body, he was a God and I was almost certainly dead.
    Just in that instance the pain in my thigh reminded me I was probably not dead and therefore couldn’t be in heaven.
    A towel was wrapped around the lower part of his body. His chest was bare and displayed well-formed muscles. His legs were equally muscular and well-shaped. He looked strong, and frankly, hot. Would he drop the towel?
    Annette, behave!
    He walked to the other side of the room and I lost sight of him. Where did he go? I heard a closet opening and some ruffling. Ah, he