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On an antique four poster bed slept a woman, clad in a pale, sheer
nightgown, Erika's long red hair spilling over Erika's shoulders onto the pillows
around her. Erika Sawajiri unconsciously eased the coverings off Erika's long legs,
restlessly seeking relief from the heat of the summer night.
A soft breeze lifted the bedroom curtains, the window open to
the refreshing evening air.
And with the breeze, a dark shadow spilled into the room from the window,
slowly coalescing into the form of a strikingly handsome man. His long,
black hair tumbled down his shoulders and hid his fiery eyes. A heavy
black cloak hung from his shoulders, the warmth it provided an apparent
necessity for him, even in the summer. Beneath the cloak, the moonlight
gleamed off the chrome hardware he wore on his impeccably tailored leather
evening wear.
His movements were barely perceptable as he glided towards the
dresser and lit the three candles there. Of course, his reflection
did not appear in the dresser mirror, and the candle light seemed
to flow through him, so that he cast no shad
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