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Moonlight Flower Blossom

Chapter 1: Fated Encounter

A clear sky night. Starless. The moon an eerie white. Sliver white hair blew in the nonexistent wind. Entangling itself in ebony strands.

Two figures stood in the moonlight. A man with long back length sliver hair. In front of him: A woman with shorter back length hair.

“You finally came.” Said the man. His fingers laced themselves in the woman’s ebony hair. His scarlet eyes held an unknown emotion. “Why am I here?” she asked, turning to the man. Her gray eyes filled with confusion. “Who are you?”

The man said nothing. He only smirked and cupped her delicate ivory white chin with his slender hand. The woman gasped inwardly as he moved her closer to him by her waist. His velvet lips near her ear as he softly spoke.

“All will be known in due time.”

He looked into her eyes softly. A dead silence arose. Eerie. But yet, addictive and seductive. He leaned in, his lips close to hers. She blushed knowing that all he or she had to do was to lean in an inch closer…

“Lilana!!!” “Lilana, Wake UP!!!”

The said Lilana woke up with such a jolt; that the shock caused her to tip out her chair and on to the cold tiled floor. Moving her ebony hair from her gray eyes, she looked up to see an irritated-looking woman of a caramel complexion with black hair and hazel eyes, tapping her foot on the floor. Lilana smiled sheepishly at her friend and co-employee.

“Hi Gina. Morning.” She greeted.

Gina just sighed and shook her head. “Daydreaming again?” She watched as Lilana lifted herself off the ground and back into her seat. “You know, if you worked as much you fantasize, you could a get a promotion. Probably two.”

“But I don’t want a promotion or two.” Lilana retorted. “Hell, I hardly want to be here.”

Gina leaned against Lilana’s cubicles wall.

“You’re telling me.” She responded. “But what can you do?”

Gina then looked down at Lilana’s desk. “Hmmm?” Something had caught her eye.

“‘Hmmm’ what?” Lilana looked confusedly at Gina until she saw what caught her friend’s attention.

Thinking as fast as she could, she tried to cover the paper that was the object of their current attention. Unfortunately, she was not quick enough.

“I don’t think so.” Gina taunted when she grabbed the paper from Lilana’s grasp, despite her best efforts of trying to retrieve it.

“Now let’s see what’s been keeping you from work.” Her eyes scanned the paper that was in fact a picture. Well drawn, if could be added. She looked at Lilana with amusement. “Well well well, I’m must say; time well wasted. Especially when talking about this.

The picture was of man, despite visual difficulty from the body and face being slightly shaded to create a misty effect. A lean but toned chest, pale ivory milk skin, long back length sliver hair and piercing blood scarlet eyes. As in her dreams, he wore a long black leather like trench coat over a black zip up vest with an open button white shirt and Tripp black chain black strap pants as he wore on his feet black goth like boots.

For some reason, Lilana couldn’t get this man, someone she has never met in her life, out of her head and her dreams.

Gina eyed the picture with particular care. “You know for a daydreamer and an obvious slacker…”

Lilana frowned that the suppose compliment/ insult

“You’re a splendid artist.”

“Thanks.” Lilana’s eyes went from her friend to the clock at her side. She sighed in grief. It was only 5’o clock, which was torture for someone like her, who was to leave at seven thirty. Even if she didn’t really have anyone to come home to, it was better staying in this hellhole of a sweatshop.

“Well, I got to go.” Gina said, breaking the silence. “I have a client waiting for me and you have cases to finish; so chop chop.” She then said quietly to Lilana so only Lilana could hear her. “I would advise you not to daydream for about two hours. Mark is making his rounds today and you know how he is when he comes to you.”

She waved and walked back to her desk, leaving Lilana to sigh yet again in frustration. Mark was head supervisor of the group Lilana and Gina worked in as well as the ones around her. Mark wasn’t her favorite person there. In fact, sometimes her rushing to get out of work was to avoid him.

He wasn’t exactly a bad person, but he wasn’t her kind of person either.

He was considerably good-looking. Strangely enough, he bared a resemblance to the mystery man the plague her dreams. Long sliver hair they both shared. Only Mark’s was tied a low hung ponytail. Instead of scarlet eyes, Mark had green mixed blue eyes. With these looks alone, he was wanted by women and men alike.

But despite his looks and his so call ‘manners’, she found Mark to be sort of repulsive and an overly womanizing flirt.

“And speaking of the devil…” she groaned to herself. No sooner did she think it, here he came. Walking down the hallway- as those interested in him peaked their head to look at him- he then stopped in front of her cubicle. He smirked; Lilana just rolled her eyes and went on with her work, pretending not to notice him.

“Good afternoon.” He smiled in hopes to catch at least a bit of her attention. He failed miserably, as it resulted in only bothering her more.

“Afternoon Mr. Anderson.” She heaved without looking at him. He smirked and took it as an invite to sit in the chair near her desk.

“Please, call me Mark.” He replied as he took her hand and held it in his. “It’s more likeable on a social level.”

Before he could do or say anymore, Lilana regained her hand and started to shoo him off. “Well then, excuse me Mark. But I have work to do.”

Mark’s eyes quickly glanced over to the picture concealed under her paperwork load. “Yes. I can see that you are very busy.”

He snatched the picture from underneath her. Lilana made yet another reach for once again stolen drawing. She really needs to place in something of folder.

“Give it back!” she hissed, her hand extended. “Now, now,” Mark replied. “I want to see what this company is paying to do when it is not obviously to work.”

She frowned as Mark began to bring the paper into his eye view. Lilana tried to make another move for it, but was held back Mark’s long slender arms.

“Easy Lilana,” he said as he cockily smiled. “It’s only a peek.”

As he finally took a look at the picture, his eyes widened for a full minute or so it seemed before he regained his usual cool posture.

“I must say, you are indeed a great artist. I’ll give you that.” He said. But you didn’t me any justice. I mean I would never wear such tasteless goth clothes and why did you give such hideous red eyes? You know I’m a natural blue green eyed…”

“That’s enough!!” Lilana snapped. Now he had gone too far. To insult was one thing. But to insult her work and think she actually cared enough to draw him…

As grabbed her picture, she started to rant. “What makes you think that I would EVER draw an egotistical, pompous, stick up the a**, repulsive, womanizing, pain in the a** and neck JERK?!”

Anyone within a 4 meter radius heard Lilana’s yell and look to see what was happening. Lilana never noticed that crowd. Her attention was the man in front of her.

“How dare you call my style and taste in clothes tasteless when you’re the tackiest thing to walk into this building, looking like a wannabe prep confused nerd. Along with that, even looking at you makes me sick to my stomach. So leave me alone go have some other woman file sexual harassment charges at you or throw themselves to you ‘cause it ain’t me!”

Lilana took a moment to gather her breath. Smirking, she watched as Mark looked around as those who watched whisper to each other.

The workers looked in shock and admiration. Lilana, the well-known friendly slacker of the building, had just stood her as she took on and beat Mark Anderson, the supervisor of the groups on their floor no less.

“It’s not much fun to be on the receiving end of an insult is it Mark?” she sneered.

Mark glared at her with white hot malice in his eyes. “DON”T YOU INSULT ME!! DO YOU WHAT KIND OF AUTHORITY I HAVE OVER YOU?! I CAN HAVE YOU FIRED!!”

Lilana just sighed. “Oh come off it already. You don’t have any more authority than us workers do. You have your position because you a pretty face to bring people. Face it; you’re just a poster boy.”

“Don’t put me on your filthy level.” He spat. “At least I’m more useful than you are. Do more work that you do.”

“Yeah, useful.” Lilana spat back. “You’re as useful as a broken mouse. And I do less work because I’m not some lapdog.”

The workers and clients alike sniggered at her remark. Pissing Mark off even more. Mark grabbed Lilana’s right arm and brought her close to his face.

“Now listen you,” he hissed in a low voice. Lilana glared at him whilst she winced in pain from his inhuman grip. “I don’t care his you want to work here are. But if you ever insult me in front of these lowly Terran were again I’ll…”