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The intoxicating drink glistened in her chalice. I leaned forward to its bewitching power, its aroma made me go into a trance. I glanced up at Melantha as she offered me the violet wine, and I couldn’t look away.
Her inhuman beauty mesmerized me and eliminated my common sense. The wings on her back fluttered with pure desire. Melantha’s eyes were as black as deaths shadow, doing and seeing things I could never even begin to comprehend. I should have been detested, but I wasn’t.
“Drink, my love.” The Faery whispered into my ear. I nodded, unable to look away. She lifted the goblet to my lips and her hot breath spread over me. Something close to a purr rolled out of my mouth, as my eyes turned back into my head. A laugh erupted from her lips. Melantha knew the power he held over me, and she used it to her full advantage.
Once again, she became serious. “Come now.” How hasty she was should have made me worry, but I was drunk just from being in the presence of Melantha, therefore, I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Tilting the drink so that it spilled into my mouth, it made my taste buds come alive from utter bliss. The luscious perfume rose as I took the chalice and the drink slithered down my throat all too easily.
After I had indulged in every last drop, I looked back to Melantha. Once again, she giggled and murmured almost so low that I couldn’t hear it. “Caleb,” She curled a strand of my hair around her petite finger. “You are mine now.”
I was just about to protest, when I unwillingly nodded. “Good.” She sounded pleased with herself.
A gasp escaped my lips as she rested her hand on my cheek. Melantha’s hands were freezing as her left cupped my face, too. The surprise of her cold touch made me drop the chalice.
I began to notice how oddly pale Melantha's complexion was, making the long, dark strands of hair that had fallen over her face stand out.
Melantha’s lips were suddenly on mine, parting softly. Her lips were so chilly that it wouldn’t have surprised me if we both turned into ice sculptures.
“Dear, you must rest.” Pushing me backwards onto the vibrant purple cushions, Melantha firmly pressed her hand against my chest.
Until I fell into a dreamless sleep, the Faery sung over and over in her enchanting voice, “little one sleep now, in the morning you will bow. You will glow with such grace, your wings will make you hard to chase.” Before the darkness swallowed me, I thought I heard her voice actually echo.

The next morning I was still lying back on the velvet cushions. A different feeling surged through me – strength. Melantha was beside me, awake and smiling intently.
“I thought your eyes were going to stay shut forever. You’re much more beautiful now, in my opinion. Not that you weren’t gorgeous before, but you’re just so stunning.” Her hand stroked my hair, like I was her pet.
“Melantha, what are you talking about?” My voice came out rugged.
She chuckled. “Oh, I forgot. You’re oblivious to what you are, aren’t you? How silly of me." As if she was thinking, she paused. “Come.” Melantha clutched my wrist, sending a chill through my body. “Close your eyes, my love.” Without a word, I did as she ordered.
Melantha led me through the room, over and around the things that rested on the floor. She stopped me and with force and twisted me so that I was facing a certain way.
Melantha murmured, “Open, young one.” And she pecked my cheek.
My eyes shot open, and what was standing in front of me was someone I would have envied if I saw him – only black and gold swirls spiraled onto his back from the wings that were sprouting from his back. The Faery had jet black hair that swept to the side, pastel skin and his eyes were dark, empty pits. The Faery was me.
My unknown reflection made me gape. “Melantha,” With satisfaction practically twinkling in her eyes, she nodded, “What have you done?”
“Aren’t you pleased, my love?” Gloominess muffled her expression, but I knew it was all an act. “Melantha, you’ve turned me into a Shadow Faery!” A crease formed on my forehead, as I gave her an outraged look.
She seemed truly taken aback, “Young one, didn’t you know? Never drink with Faeries.”
“What did you give me, Melantha?” I spat through exposed teeth.
"Dear, that's really irrelevant. We're together now. Besides, what are you going to do about it? You can’t change back and if you try and run away, you know I’ll find you.” She flicked her tongue so that it made a ticking sound, and shook her index finger.
Tears welled in my murky eyes, “Why me? I was just an ordinary human, petty enough to fall for your tricks, your good looks.”
“Faeries are supposed to be beautiful, and you were perfect, you are perfect.” Melantha wrapped her arms around my waist and brushed her lips against my earlobe and whispered, “My Caleb.”

I re-wrote parts of this just then, and I'd like some opinions. What do you think? Please, don't just say 'that was amazing, write more!' Or variations of it. I'd really appreciate some advice