Pilot Part 1

Lying in bed, all I can think of is Oliver and that banshee; Claire Webber.

"Oliver, if only you knew how I feel about you right now," I say out loud. Letting out a long, tiring yawn, I turn over to my night table to see the time.

"Hey, Jerry, how are you?" I ask. He smiles. Now I am annoyed, I do not even give him time to reply, I already know what he is going to say.

"Ok, what new asshole are you setting me up with now?" I ask, waiting for a lame response.

"Well, let's just say that if I were you, which I'd rather die because I'd have a pussy, ewe, I'd definitely do this one because he just screams sex god, he's like a big boy with a leather whip and mask," he says, sending a wink to the guy stood next to him. I laugh a little.

"I'll think about it, ok?" I say with a small smile. Jerry squeals, louder than his voice before, now everyone is able to hear it. I hush him softly. He points to the guy on his right

"Oh, by the way, Melly, this man toy of mine's name is Trevor and he's super-hot!" Jerry says purring and about to lick the guy's face but all he does is dodge it, I do not blame him, but then again, I would go further than that with my man Oliver. He. He he…when I turn to look at him. I smile and he blushes a little.

"Huh I just noticed something here," I say aloud.

"You look just like the guy that played Lucifer in 'Supernatural'," I say, smiling shyly. He laughs softly.

"Well, um, thanks, I hear he's pretty damn handsome," he says. Trevor looks up into my eyes. I blush for a moment, there is something about him…

"Anyway, I got to go before my lunch break ends. I'll talk to you later Jerry," I say before turning to Jerry's mysterious.

"I hope we can meet again Trevor," I say with a smile. I give Jerry a hug and offer a handshake to Trevor, which he thankfully returns. Without lingering for too long on his warm skin, I remove my hand from his and leave before lunch ends.

"But Melly, you promised!" Jerry whines and is clinging onto my arm and giving me a look that a puppy dog would when it is stranded and wanting to go inside your house.

"Ugh! Jerry, why are you so obsessed with setting me up with losers from our job? And what's so special about him anyway?" I ask him. Jerry groans as he rolls his eyes then rolls back at me.

"Because he's not Oliver Banks that's why," says Jerry in irritation. I look at him and wonder. Maybe I could give him a chance?

"Can you tell me who he is?" I ask Jerry in curiosity.

"That's a surprise that you'll have to find out for yourself, now Miss. Melly, you are going to get all sexy and make yourself a sex goddess for your new and most horny blind date and don't forget about one little thing,"

"And what's that?" I ask.

"You make sure that he doesn't behave,"

I've been driving for about ten minutes when I see Oliver's black pickup truck speeding past me, I know where they're going so I follow them, but I need to be careful to keep a distance so they don't see me. I spy watching them pull into the diner parking lot, I park across the street.

Oliver gets out of his jet-black pickup truck. His combed back black hair, pale gray eyes with a grazed black ring around the iris, and pale skin that shines when the moonlight hits it exactly right makes me shiver. Mmmm, if this is heaven, how come it just tastes so sinful for a sweet, innocent girl like me? I see him walk over to the other side of the truck where that tramp is. He opens the door for her, and she stumbles out with a pair of tacky black heels and dress best suited for a pig. The reason why my sex god chose this demon tramp instead of a beautiful princess like me is still unclear. I will mark him as my own someday. As they walk inside, she acts as if she has the right to actually be his sex slave- pa-leeze. They walk into the diner and go straight to a table by the corner, near the door. Seeing them both smile, it makes me wish I could hunt her down and claw her to shreds. I feel my eyes darken; the blood lust is kicking into gear. I feel my body shaking, I am about to shift into my wolf form and hunt her down. I need to make this quick, I have to meet some nobody from work in about an hour and I am still not ready yet.

"Awe come on, you know I love you, Claire!" Oliver states. My ears perk upwards. What the fuck did he say? I see Claire frown and look into MY boyfriend's eyes.

"Then why do you still-" he cuts her off by leaning towards her, and at that moment I cannot hear anything. He pulls back and she smiles.

"I love you too, sweetheart," she tells him, then leans to kiss him back. Realizing that I have especially useful powers I use them to spill a glass of water that a waitress was just walking by them with.

"Oh my god, are you kidding me?" the waitress's eyes widen. She fumbles over words of apology.

"Do you know how expensive this dress was?" the pig asks. And pigs, if I may say, are more beautiful than her.

"I'm so sorry, I'll get you both drinks, on the house," the waitress tries.

"Don't even bother with that, if I snap my fingers, you'd be out on the streets right now!" Claire snaps at the waitress sharply in a bitter attitude. As Claire said those words the waitress started tearing up and my heart stopped. That same shit happened when I got the wrong coffee for her by mistake. Oliver did shit about it. All he did was ask her out the day after in front of me. What the fuck?

Well, while I hear Blondie yelling her ass off at the waitress, I see Oliver getting stiff. His eyes grow dark, like mine would when I get emotional, and he looks at Claire. It is like she knows that look because she grows silent.

"Well, Hon, how about we hit by my place and help you clean up?" he asks.

Claire nods. They both slowly stand up and leave the diner, but before Oliver walks out, he gives the waitress a large roll of cash from his pocket.

"Oh, thank you sir!" she exclaims. He hushes her quick.

"It's fine, but what she did to you was horrible, I'll deal with her, you'll keep your job, ok?" he assures. She nods and he leaves in a flash. I see them leave and when I look at my watch I freak out. I only have twenty minutes to get back home and get ready for this damn date! I startup my car and get on my way.

Getting ready for a date with someone you never met, and you know that he or she is not your type is so hard! I am running around setting everything up- the plates, the silverware, and the dark blue cotton tablecloth. I then set up the rack of lamb and the side workings on the table making sure it looks decent- even though I personally don't care, I still want my best friend to be happy, and I look into the mirror in my bathroom for a few moments.

Gorgeous black strapless dress up to the mid-thigh with no bra on and underneath is a lace thong, my blonde hair in loose curls and a rose clip in my hair, with silver eye shadow on the eyelids and midnight blue in the outer corner and hollows of my silver eyes with black eyeliner, mascara, and a blood red lipstick with a rouge blush on the cheekbones and apples of my cheeks with black nail polish on and stilettos that are clear as a diamond and so high I look like I'm like six foot tall, mmm…if only Oliver could see this...then the doorbell rings and I walk over to get it. I see that guy Trevor in a domino's uniform on like he was delivering pizza- but without the pizza, stupid fuck, and a Yankees baseball cap on, um dude we're in Baltimore, Maryland- not that I even like sports or know most of the teams but at least I know the Yankees don't belong in Maryland, so get the fucking teams right…

"Uh I'm sorry Trevor, but I didn't order pizza," I tell Trevor as he sighs awkwardly. What, like you are going to get some of this? Over Oliver's dead body you will.

"I guess you forgot about the date. If so- I should not have worn a leather thong," he says. Ok that is a lot more; well honest than I would usually be.

"Well, um this is awkward," he says, and then continues on.

"You see, I'm your date," he states bluntly. He- is my date? Oh, my fucking god! No way in hell, I would rather choke on my own tongue than fuck this douchebag in any life of mine.

"Um, let me get this straight, my friend set me up with you?" I ask. He smiles small and looks at me.

"Our friend Jerry seems to talk highly of you, he said you would be my type, and I'm sorry about what I'm wearing I just got out of my second job when I remembered about our date, I was hoping you could give me a chance?" Trevor asks. I mean come on, let us think about it since Oliver has not shown interest yet; I might as well use him as a way to get his attention. Thank you, goddess, for sending a nobody for a blind date. Now let us see in the future if Oliver can get jealous. He, he, he…

"Yes of course! Come on in," I tell him. He smiles wide and chuckles small, walking in he notices the style of my house.

"I love how vintage you home is," he says. I look at him and space out but only for a moment's notice.

"The house was originally my grandmother's but she passed away when I just got out of college and she pretty much gave me everything, she knew my mother would have ruined the house if she gave it to her, so I was given the deed and now I kind of live in this big place all alone..." I tell him quietly leading him into the dining room.

"I'm sorry you lost her; how did it happen?" Trevor asks. I look at him with my eyes darkening with the midnight sorrow. He then grabs my hand and looks into my eyes.

"It was a heart attack, my mother, her daughter, had harassed her to a point where she couldn't take it and her blood pressure raised passed the roof, I sat with her on her deathbed holding her hand till the very end," I tell him. Not realizing that I was crying. He then wraps his arms around me.

"Sweetie, even though I don't know you that much, well at all the way we work in different departments, I want you to know I'll never hurt you in any life of ours," he says caressing my hair extremely gently. I then look up at him and smile at him.

"Well um, I had made dinner and well I was hoping that we'd eat so it doesn't get cold," I say leading him inside the dining room.

"Funny part is that I didn't tell you what department of Xero Space that I work in," he says softly. As we sit at the table eating.

"No, actually you never did," I say replying back.

"I work as one of the film directors of the company, and you work as one of the screenplay writers, right? I heard you were really great as a writer and you keep moving up in the food chain," he says smiling. I blush at those words.

"Well thank you, but I've only worked at the company for five years and it's like I've already gotten the highest respects from the company's higher-ups itself... but what about you, how long have you worked there?" I ask.

"I worked there for over twenty years and it was right after I graduated college at the top of my graduating class," he says looking straight into my eyes, causing me to get flustered straight through the core of my body.

"Oh my god, but you look so young! How can you be at this age and still look like you're still in your mid-thirties?" I ask laughing. He chuckles loud.

"Plastic surgery-" he laughs out. I giggled, then he reached for my hand and leaned forward, I stopped laughing and I just could not breathe, his eyes were piercing through me and my own soul.

"Would you care to invite me into your bedroom?" he asks kissing the very top of my nose. That was just the beginning…

I pull into the parking lot of Xero Space and I see Trevor doing the same. I park my car and I pop out with my paperwork.

"Missy you know better than to walk without your master's arm around you," he says reminding me; I start getting flustered I'm just so in love with all of the ways he can affect me as his mate and as his lover and as his slave. We walk to the double doors and he opens the door in front of me smiling.

"Ladies first," he says like a gentleman and I walk in smiling as others watch me with a man since it's the first time they've seen me interested in someone that I got setup with by Jerry; I hear hushed whispers as we hold hands and we walk passed Claire and Oliver and all they do is give us both the evil eye. I ignore it and we walk up to the front door of where we usually sign in and then look who happens to come out of there; Cain.