His skin was so white that it sparkled under the light of the winter sun, reflecting heavily off of the fallen, thick piles of snow. If he wasn't standing right before him, he wouldn't have seen him at all. His skin didn't actually sparkle, of course. The first time he mentioned that, he looked like he'd of killed him for just mentioning something from the Twilight Saga. Blood red eyes stood out amongst his white, porcelain skin. He was focused on something off in the distance, but he knew that the other knew of him watching. Nevertheless, he continued watching anyway. The pale, crimson eyed man was beautiful, and he wasn't going to waste this beautiful image before him. The wind picked up again, blowing his hair to the south with such a tender breeze that he almost envied it for being able to touch him. He watched as the red and white strands mixed together, ignoring the way the breeze blew through his own ash blonde locks. The man before him -- No. The vampire before him reminded him of a fine, tall glass of wine. He grinned suddenly. The words left his mouth before he could truly process them, "Sparkling Blood."

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox