Maya Johar’s dark eyes roved over her body in the mirror, ensuring there were no imperfections of which to speak. There were none. She was beautiful, and she knew it. Her hourglass figure was perfect, and her long legs were flawless. Her dark hair hung past her shoulders in waves that looked like she had just stepped from her bed with the black locks looking exquisite.
“What are you doing?” A masculine voice practically yawned. The djinn didn’t turn toward it, but she did move slightly to the side so she could look at him from the mirror. The boy on her bed had tasseled blond hair that hung to his shoulders. He was slender and had almost a feminine look about his face. That was why she had chosen him. He was an innocent, and she had found him exiting a church after Sunday’s mass.
“I was just making sure you didn’t leave any marks.” The lie was effortless and believable, spoken in her deep and sensual voice. He had been a virgin, but there had been no shortage of attempts at giving her hickies. However, she had thick skin, and while her mortal form had blood, it was difficult to give her bruises. Regardless, it would have been a simple matter to move them into a position where it would be easy to hide.
Maya turned toward the boy. He had confided that he was a witch, but he tried to keep his abilities to himself because his human mother wouldn’t have liked it. She moved languidly toward him before kneeling on the bed and pressing her lips to his. “Get dressed. It’s time for you to go home.” She said softly. The stricken look in his eyes only made her smile, but she was already bored with him.
“But… will I see you again?” He asked.
“No, but you’re a big boy. You’ll be okay.” She had made sure he was at least eighteen. She didn’t need to add jail bait to her list of conquers. Besides, she didn’t really want children. They didn’t appeal to her. It was much more fun when they were legal adults anyway.
He glared at her, but his brown eyes betrayed his hurt. He’d thought she wanted something more from him. Before they’d met after church, he had been saving himself for marriage. Maya suspected he was secretly gay or at least bisexual, but sexual orientations didn’t mean anything to her. He slid off her bed and threw on his clothes before storming from her dorm, and she chuckled softly, a seductive sound even in her solitude.
After that, she took a bath before dressing in a low-cut, red shirt, figure hugging jeans, and a pair of peep-toe, black heels. Her hair hung around her shoulders in their usual silky, black waves. She reapplied her make-up, so it played up her strong but feminine features.
She went for a walk to enjoy the early evening and perhaps find a party to crash or a potential victim to seduce. Maybe one would give her a challenge however unlikely that may be. She didn’t have too far to go before she happened upon a familiar sight. She was just in time to watch him take out a battered package for a cigarette. Her dark gaze saw the butt that lay at his feet. “My aren’t we a dirty chain smoker?” She asked Micah as she approached. The way her full lips formed the words almost made it seem like something seductive.
Her perfectly manicured fingers dipped into her purse to fish out the golden cigarette case that held her favorite cigarettes. She opened it, revealing two sided that contained two different kinds. The left side contained black wrapped clove cigarettes, and the right held white wrapped, yellow butted American Spirits. She delicately removed a clove from the container before snapping the case shut. A raised image of a flame shone on the cover before it disappeared into her purse.