The First Moment

At first glance, there was nothing unusual about her. When she glanced up, all conversation seized and in that moment, he could see more of her. Her jet-black hair was long and fell in slight curls from her parting. Her pale eyebrows arched delicately over beautiful feline eyes which were rimmed with eyelashes so pale as to appear invisible. The deep blackness of her eyes gave no hint as to her thoughts. 

She was a woman of power, a power she rejoiced.

Her mouth was turned down and she appeared to be deep in thought. Her lips were full and sensuous. Shifting a little, she flipped a page and delicately licked her lips, a move that did not go unnoticed. Straightening up, she put her book aside and rose to her feet. Slender as a willow, she reached for her bag and threw it over her narrow shoulders, bringing her surprisingly generous breasts into sharp relief.

Seeing the interest she engendered brought a sneer to her lips, and instantly transformed her into something intensely frightening - her eyes seemed to shine with a blood red light before she got up, and a sly smile crept over her luscious lips.

Her beauty was both unnatural and breathtaking. A nightmare in motion, yet poetry personified, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. From the first moment, they were ensnared.

They stood no hope of escape.