Alina's Past Lives.

Resurrection.

Thud...Thud...Thud thud, thud, thud, thud. The noise was annoying me. It was ruining my peaceful slumber. Its noise kept creeping close and closer together and it reminded me of heartbeat, could it be my heartbeat? I opened my eyes to the sounds of rustling down stairs, the strong sent of brewing coffee beans filled the air. Car's screeching and the sound of children laughing outside was pretty intense as well, and adding on top of that I had a major headache. I got up and went off to find a bathroom; once I did I crossed a mirror. I nearly did a double take. I spotted a twenty two year old girl. She had the most beautiful fair skin that was as pale as snow. It was the most perfect skin I have ever seen. I was sure it was a soft as satin. Her lips were full and were the color of strawberries. Her eyelashes matched her hair and they were long and plentiful. Her hair was long and wavy. It fell past her hips gracefully, its beauty ended just at the midpoint of her thigh. It was as if it had never been cut a day in her life. It was as black as a crow's feather and just as sleek and shiny. She was tall and fit like an Amazonian woman and had the hips and breasts men drooled over. Her hands appeared delicate as I imagined a china dolls would be, but underneath I could see a strength that could bend even the strongest metals. She seemed slim and fragile looking, yet she was not. Her face looked like it had been carved by The old Masters, not a single flaw. Her clothing looked as if they belonged to a stranger. She wore dark black colors that were closely the same color as her dark hair. I noticed her clothes that matched no era I was familiar with. She had on a low cut shirt that hung low on her strong shoulders and exposed just the tip of her cleavage that even know had not corset or undergarment of any kind remained perfectly placed in the center of her chest. The dark shirt was quite the contrast against her pale skin, it was tight as if it were another layer of skin. The fabric was dark and smooth. She was wearing skin tight soft blank pants that seemed utterly flawless on her, it were as if they were made for the curve of her hips and hearty backside. They were trapped close to her flat abdomen and hung to just above her feet but remained tight as another layer of skin the entire way down. I noticed that she was bare foot, her feet looked as delicate as her face or her hands. Her finger nails where long like daggers of their own, well manicured beautiful. I could tell from here they were as sharp as the knife as well. She made me feel like a child in comparison to her beauty, she was easily one of those girls everyone secretly wished they looked like. She was stunning. Looking at her was like looking directly into the sun. Her beauty made you want to blink. I found myself wondering how she got to become that beautiful what had she done to deserve such beauty. She had the features of a twenty two old yet she looked wiser than any other person I have ever seen. Out of all the beauty she was blessed with, it was her eyes that drew you in. They were a stunning electric green with swirls of gold and brown. They seemed to look past flesh and burn through to your soul. Her exotic eyes were hidden behind her dark hair. Eyes that warned any animal or person that crossed her path that she was dangerous. Once you caught a glimpse of her she had you trapped. I knew this because she is me. But I also know that anybody who watched me closely was likely to see something else- a sort of prowling grace in the way I walked and an inner glow when my green eyes focused on anything. I didn't look quite normal, which was hardly surprising because I wasn't. I was a monster. I gasped as I realized this girl was my reflection. It mimicked me, it was me. I was back in my body for the first time in almost a thousand years.