"You don't understand," Wes begins, "having us for a week is the ultimate trophy. Our wives get to brag the whole time they have us. Our appearance is above the ordinary, especially Xavier's crazy hair, and we are famous among Moonlight viewers. We are like what you would call "trophy wives," but we are temporary and also men, of course. ""Trophy men..." I chuckle softly."I don't know what we're going to do without Xavier... it'll be a scandal among the women," Jake shakes his head ruefully, "let's hope none of us mate too."I scan the area for any hint of Ray, then slowly lean in. "Why do women even bid on Ray? He's practically a monster, and so rude to boot!" I whisper, my voice lingering on the wind before it reaches their ears. Wes bursts out laughing, Xavier soon joining in. Jake is the only one who manages to stay calm, answering my question softly."You haven't seen him among the ladies...and he's practically a mirror image of Xavier, minus the hair and a few other details. A

~Xavier~ "Do you really think I should?" I ask, looking into Jake's deadly serious eyes. "Well, we don't want your fans boycotting the club just because you're no longer here," he answers clearly, "this way you can take care of it yourself." "Fine," I huff, "but you better not be auctioning me off in secret while I'm there. I know you...you'll do anything for a little extra cash." Jake is our moneyman, professional with a wild side. I have no idea why the girls like him. Obviously, they can tell that the green wads of paper in their hands attract him more than them. "Don't worry, I'm not inhuman enough to do this... but it's still a good idea. Just imagine! We'd bring you 100,000 bucks for your last bid. They all bid like crazy." Said Jake dreamily, running a hand through his short crystal white hair. Without another word, I storm out of the kitchen, wanting to avoid one of Jake'

~Mona~ Unknown, boiling blood flows through my veins. This is not the first time I've wished for death, but this time the desire is much, much stronger. Every breath I take allows the frigid air to enter my lungs, freezing my insides and fighting the heat that envelops me. I feel the extreme burn, then the excruciating cold. I am bathed in excruciating agony, every second pure torture. Thinking is impossible, the pain being the only emotion that eats away at my mind. My tears are like little ice pellets, running down my cheeks as I writhe. Once again, an all-too-familiar sense of doom washes over me, penetrating through the fire and ice. I am a lost cause. Death waits once again. Why does it seem to want me so badly? Then a splash of a soothing substance hits my tongue, sliding down my throat like melted chocolate. Any tranquility it brings defeats, exploding in my belly like fir

Long red hair dances in front of her shoulder, straight and not at all frizzy. Her face is a perfect heart shape, with a pair of extremely bright green eyes and full red lips. Her body is slim and much taller than mine, about five inches added to her long, enviously curved legs. She has a bit more chest than me and long arms with slender fingers. Her skin is tanned and smooth. But why is she wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday? And why do I see glaring similarities between me and her; in our eyes, our hair and our faces? I reach out and slowly touch my lips. The strange, breathtaking girl follows suit, mirroring my actions. I smile, and she smiles too, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. Tugging at my hair, I watch her as she copies me, in perfect sync with my movements. Who is that girl behind the glass? She obviously knows what I'm thinking, to be able to copy my movements with such grace. Every move she make

"Do you... like the body you have now?" I question gently and he laughs. "Oh, this shell of perfection? No," he shakes his head, "I really don't care. It's the inner beauty that really matters. His emerald eyes look at me, understanding my inner qualms. It's funny how he used the word shell too, like he's thinking about his physical appearance like I am. Silence crackles in the air, tension between us. It's not usually like this, but now I have a biting curiosity that I have to satisfy. Xavier senses it too, stiffening when my mouth opens. "Please tell me." I look up from the glaring image and grab his arm. It seems resistant, but then breaks under my intense gaze, weak against my hopes. "Well, there's not much to tell. I was driving to a party, when a strange force brought the car to a complete stop. The windshield went blurry and I couldn't see anything. There was a dead silence, then the creature