Black Swan

When it comes to a face I fancy....the first thought that came to mind was Black Swan's. While I had met many beautiful women on my journey, Black Swan...was something else entirely.

Everything from her voice to her mannerisms to her attire...it was all meant to allure anyone who met her. I was no means a fool. I knew what she was. Black was a predator of sorts but her prey wasnt anything bad. She was someone who loved to indulge in the memories of others. It didn't matter who and it didnt matter what. So long as it would have a memory she would want nothing more than to peek into those memories.

She certainly left a deep impression in his. So he thought about her. He remembered how her voice was seductive and alluring like that of a siren tempting him. He recalled how her body moved with such grace and elegance, how gentle her curves were and how her eyes just invited him. He remebered it all as his world faded.

When he awoke later...he found himself in a hotel room of sorts. "Huh," Caelus jumped up hearing a familiar voice.

He looked around confused. He could have sworn he had heard Black Swan. No matter, he needed to find out where he was. He stood up...and thats when he noticed something was off. He glanced down seeing a very familiar attire on a very familiar body. Only problem...that body wasn't his own.

"What the heck?" He swore...and yet he heard it in Black Swan's voice. He quickly moved to a nearby mirror. No way...there was just no way, he thought as he glanced at his reflection...or rather he glanced at Black Swan's reflection.

He was Black Swan.