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It was a beautiful, warm, sunny, late spring afternoon as Emily Rose Pritchard walked through the countryside to her family home near Charleston, South Carolina. Emily knew she was not supposed to be at the house for another couple of weeks as her fianc? worked to set it up for them. As Emily walked down the Spanish moss covered oak lined dusty road she mused, "It is 1840 after all. In this modern age there should be no reason a young woman can't help out her husband to be. I'm sure I can paint or clean." Emily brought joy everywhere she went. She was loved and cherished by all that knew her. She gave of herself sacrificially to those in need around her. To many, she was an angel of hope, to others she was the bright light of Charleston, but to all she was a steady ray of light that made the darkest of days brighter. Emily paused at the entrance to her family home. Her golden hair shimmering in the light that filtered through the giant oaks and cypress trees. Any passersby would not have been able to see the beauty of the location as long as Emily stood there. Her presence would have overwhelmed their vision. Emily's dress was colorful yet modest, however, even a modest dress accentuated her beauty. There was just something wonderful about her. Emily looked down the long dirt driveway to the smallish plantation house. Her great grandfather had settled here and did very well for himself and his family farming such diverse crops as cotton, peanuts, and tobacco. They had given this house to her for her upcoming wedding to Richard LaMare, a wealthy French aristocrat with a long family history. Emily did not care about the money of the LaMare's as that was just not her way, rather she had fallen in love with the unpretentious, handsome man several years ago. Her horse had startled and bolted. Richard had somehow managed to calm the great beast and lifted her to safety. Over the next few years Richard had come often to Charleston to court her. She loved that he liked to build things, even though he did not need to. Now twenty-one, Emily was about to embark on the next adventure of her life. Marriage. She smiled brightly, took in a deep breath of ocean- laced air, lifted the hem of her dress, and strode purposely forward toward what would be her new home and life. As she got closer to the home Emily picked some early roses from the garden. She wanted to surprise Richard with the tender, heart-felt gift. She stepped up onto the grand front porch and slid quietly into the foyer. Everything was quiet. Perhaps Richard was in the back of the house, near the great living room that overlooked Charleston Harbor. He had temporarily turned the space into a workshop. Emily turned the corner and saw her beloved. She smiled and leaned against the wall, simply enjoying the sight of him. She could see he was reaching for something just out of her view. "He works so hard for me, he does not even know I am here." Emily thought to herself. She placed her hand on a small table to lean forward to see what Richard was doing. Emily stopped short, as something was just not right. The old family gardener was kneeling in front of Richard and Richard had his hands on the old man's tear-stained face. Suddenly light seemed to travel from the gardener into Richard's mouth. Emily stood transfixed, the horror slowly creeping its way into her mind. The gardener's eyes rolled back into his head and slumped to the floor as Richard let go of him. Emily knew he was dead. She'd just seen her betrothed kill a man. Still, she could not move. It was as if she understood that there was evil for the first time in her life. Richard then took a mirror, a hand crafted mirror he had built by himself, and placed it onto the gardener's body. The mirror shimmered and the gardener began to dissolve into the mirror. Evil sorcery! Richard was a witch! A deep foreboding overtook Emily; she knew she was in grave danger. Released from her enraptured prison Emily turned to run from the house, but her hand bumped a glass candleholder on the table. She watched in horror as it fell to the floor and crashed. Richard was fast, so fast. By the time she took three steps he was upon her. He roughly turned her to face him. As she looked up, she saw he was no longer the handsome man she loved, but something vile, something evil. His eyes shone brightly and she felt utterly lost. "You should not have come here today, Emily. You've ruined everything!" His voice seethed with rage. Emily tried to break free but his grip was so strong. "You killed him! You are a witch!" "I'm no witch, dear. You might have heard stories of the Boo Hag, or vampires. I'm something more like that. I steal the life force from other people so that I can live forever. I've lived hundreds of years, and I've waited, and waited, for someone just like you. The gardener had a weak life force; he was going to die soon. I put him out of his misery. I use the mirrors I create to capture their bodies. This does several things for me. First, I can look into the mirror and remember the joy and satisfaction of taking their lives. I can see them in the mirror in their throws of agony." A hideous smile crept to his mouth. Emily looked away but he roughly grabbed her face and turned it back towards his. "Look at me when I talk to you, girl! The mirrors absorb the bodies leaving no evidence behind. Come with me!" Richard half dragged Emily into another room. There, on the wall was a large ornate mirror. "This is my crowning glory! My greatest achievement! I made it for you, Emily. On our wedding night, I was planning to take your virginity and then take your life force. Your naked body would be absorbed into this mirror so that I could relish your agony and your beauty forever." "You're a monster! I can't believe I ever loved you!" "And you are the most pure life force this world may have ever seen. Your life force is capable of making me live forever!" Emily squirmed and tried to break free again but he held her tight. "I would have enjoyed ravaging you and then take your life force ever so slowly, savoring every morsel. But alas, I'll do it the old fashion way." Richard let go of Emily's arms and placed his hands on her face. She felt him begin to pull her life from her body. Emily cried out and with all the strength she could muster slashed at his face with her fingernails. The pull suddenly stopped as his hand went to his bleeding face. His eyes turned dark red as his rage and anger exploded. Now free, Emily kicked him as hard as she could, propelling herself backwards and away. She lost her balance and stumbled further back until her back slammed into the wall. Not exactly the wall, the mirror. She tried to pull herself away but the mirror held her tight, pulling her in. Her eyes went wide with terror. Richard, angry, hideous, demonic, lunged for her. She screamed and then she was gone. Richard stood looking at the empty mirror with blood dripping down his face and let loose what could have only been described as a pure animalistic scream. --- Present Day --- Mark Stratton drove down the back roads of Charleston, South Carolina. The air was uncommonly crisp for this far south but he knew this was a nice respite from the hot, humid summers to come. This was his chance to get away and to try to rebuild his life. At twenty-five, Mark had already seen his share of success and heart-rending pain. He and his father had built a very successful house flipping business in the Northeast. So successful in fact that Mark could retire at any time but this was not what he was getting away from. Several years ago Mark had met the woman of his dreams. They fell madly in love and had planned their wedding soon thereafter. Unfortunately, fate had other plans and Mark's fianc? found out she had a fast growing cancer. She died within a month. Mark's sorrow was so great he'd often contemplated suicide but could never bring himself to do it. He'd lost his joy and doubted he could ever love again. People around him saw him withdraw but nothing they did could take the lost look in his eyes away. Mark tried pouring himself into his business but that simply did not work out and his attitude was wearing on his Dad and co-workers. He knew he had to get away and somehow find life again. Mark stopped his car and stepped out on the long dirt driveway to his new fixer upper home. He'd seen the house listed for sale online and bought without thinking. Something called to him from it he had told his Dad who thought Mark had finally lost it all. Mark pulled off his sunglasses and took a deep breath. The enormous oak and cypress trees stretched over the driveway leading up to what must have been gardens and ultimately the house, a 1700's plantation style home with a large front veranda and white pillars. It wasn't large by most plantation homes, but at 3500 square feet it was certainly large enough for one lonely bachelor. Mark sighed but sensed his life was about to change. For all the crusted, chipping paint, rotting wood, and work, he felt it. There was life here. Even though Mark was tall, well built, and handsome with sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, to any passersby, Mark would have blended in to the scenery. Mark returned to his car and drove up to the house. Mark left his luggage in the car, as he had no idea if the house was even livable. He crossed the large covered front porch, found the key in his pocket and opened the massive oak door. The home was in surprisingly good shape. Very little dust had accumulated even though it was clear the previous owners had long since vacated the property. Furniture lay covered throughout the rooms and he went from room to room. There was no power nor running water, which was odd as he was told they were on, and working. Mark stepped out onto the back porch are took in the view of the Charleston Harbor. It was breathtaking. Over the next few days, Mark had taken the time to investigate the entire house. He uncovered the furniture, dusted, swept, and cleaned. He had taken residence in the master bedroom but he still had no power or water. On the morning of the third day Mark drove himself downtown to the Charleston courthouse. He wanted to know if there were any historical documents related to the building and, hopefully find blueprints or licensing documents that showed where the water and power came into the home. Luck was with Mark and he soon walked out with a copy of blueprints from the early 1800's, change orders, licenses, maps, and finally a history of the title changes. That evening Mark spent time reading by candlelight through the documents. The title history was very interesting. In 1785 Gustaf Pritchard purchased the land from the state and he had built the home there. The home was transferred several times over the next sixty years finally coming to an Emily Rose Pritchard in 1840. From that point on the records mostly stopped, but picked up again in the mid 1900's. The home had received city sewer, power, and water in 1932 and there were maps indicating where the lines had come in. Now Mark had a starting place to look tomorrow for the power and water lines. Mark reviewed the blueprints and his well-trained eye spotted an anomaly. Mark took his candle in one hand and blueprints in the other and he walked through the house. Sure enough, he found what he was looking for. In the center of the home the blueprints indicated a chimney chase, yet in the home itself, the chase area was much larger. Mark put down the blueprints and tapped on the wall. It definitely sounded hollow. Mark examined the plaster and the finish and determined that the wall had been there a very long time. This was a mystery Mark had to unravel. The next morning Mark started by trying to find the water main and the main power line. He carefully traced out the map and began walking the property. After about a half hour, Mark uncovered a transition box in the middle of what appeared to be an ancient rose garden. He pried open the box and sure enough there was a water main valve. "One mystery down." Mark turned the valve hoping the home's plumbing was intact before looking for the power. It was in an old shed Mark found the power main for the home. Mark headed back into the home and tested all the lights, switches, and water. "Finally, now I can get started on renovating this place, but first, I want to know what is behind mystery wall number one." Mark grabbed his hammer and carefully began knocking the old plaster from the wall. After several minutes he had created a twelve-inch hole through the wall. He grabbed his flashlight and peered inside. The room wasn't large, but he could see what appeared to be framed pictures stored inside. Realizing he was not making a mess for nothing, Mark went to work at removing the wall and soon he was able to see what treasures lie within. Mark took his time pulling each item out one by one. They were mostly family pictures. Some had writing on them, dating them back to 1790. One photo caught Mark's eye. It was dated 1839 and had a name written on the back, Emily Rose Pritchard. He dusted of the picture better and immediately felt drawn to the beautiful girl posing before the house he now owned. There was something about her he could not quite put his finger on, but he smiled and gently traced the girl's face with his fingertip. "Mark, you really need to get a life. You're pining over a girl that's been dead for over 150 years." He whispered to himself. But still, he carefully put the picture on the counter before digging through the rest of the items. When it was all done he had counted thirty-seven photos and paintings but was not sure why they would have been sealed away. Nothing seemed of great value. As Mark turned away to get cleaned up he noticed one more item out of the corner of his eye. It was draped in burlap and had looked like it was part of the inside wall. Mark pulled it out and began uncovering it. It was a mirror, incredibly beautifully made. It was also quite large. He sat in front of it as he stood it up on end, using the old burlap to gently clean the glass. "That's odd." Mark spoke out loud, "It looks like a mirror, but I can't see my own reflection in it." He looked around the back and it looked like any other mirror he had ever seen. Back to the front, Mark brushed more dust away from the glass with his fingers. Suddenly a woman appeared in the mirror and she was moving. In shock, Mark dropped the mirror and it shattered. One large shard of glass cut Mark on his hand. There was a flash of white light and then all went dark. Several thousands of miles away in coastal France, Richard LaMare felt something he had not felt in a long time. He stood from his chair and went into his mansion's library. Pulling open a bookcase, he entered a secret room behind. It was a large room, filled with mirrors hanging on the walls. Richard walked to one wall and placed his hand on a conspicuously empty location. "Emily Rose Pritchard" he whispered. His hand leaving the wall to lightly trace a slight scar running down his cheek. He turned and headed to his workshop. Mark had no idea how long he had been out, but when he came to it was dark outside. Something was different. His heart hammered in his chest. He looked down at his hand where the glass had cut him. The blood was dried now and his hand seemed fine. He reached out to pick up a piece of the mirror. He held it up with a shaking hand, ready to fling it away at a moment's notice. "I'm not in there anymore in case you were wondering." Mark dropped the mirror shard and backed away looking quickly left then right. "Who said that, show yourself." His voice trembled. "My name is Emily, and I'm afraid I can't show myself." It was definitely a woman's voice. "You're a ghost? The woman I saw in the mirror?" "No, and yes. I'm not a ghost. At least I don't think I am a ghost. Yes, I was held captive by the mirror. You released me somehow. I... I was lost, then I felt you touching the glass. I could feel your loss." "Where are you? Why can't I see you?" Mark got up and looked around the house, turning on lights everywhere. "You can't see me because I'm inside you. Are you a magician? How are you making light? I'm frightened. You are not going to kill me are you?" Mark was suddenly frightened himself yet he felt something there with him, inside him. Something that was pure, wholesome, beautiful, and terribly afraid. There was rightness about it, about this spirit, this life within him. "Kill you? I would not even know how and for some reason I don't want to harm you even though you have somehow possessed me. A magician? I'm just a normal man that can turn on a light switch. I'm definitely not a magician." Mark could feel Emily calm herself a little. "How long? How long have I been trapped in the mirror?" "I don't know. Do you know when you were trapped?" "It was late spring, 1840." Mark could feel Emily start to panic. "When... when is it now?" "It is March, 14, 2014." Mark winced as he spoke it. "No!!! It can't be! That's over 170 years! No! Noooo!" Mark felt an enormous sadness well up within him. Emily was crying, sobbing within him. He touched his face and could feel the wetness of his own tears. Mark's heart went out to Emily. "Emily, my name is Mark. I'm not sure how you got into this situation, nor how we can get out of it, but we are here now and we both must look forward. Can you tell me how this happened to you as it may help us come up with a plan?" Emily had gone quiet and her silence left a void in Mark. Even though he was frightened, Mark had not felt this alive in a long time. He thought about his fianc?, Jessica, lying in the hospital bed, and his desperation at being unable to help. "Who is Jessica?" Emily's voice startled Mark. "How do you know about Jessica?" "Jessica, she hurt you? It seems I can see and hear small parts of your thoughts, maybe when there are strong emotions... I'm sorry, I feel like I've invaded you. Forgive me, Mark." "No, Jessica did not hurt me directly. She was my fianc? and had become very ill. She died before we could be married." "I'm so sorry, Mark. I too lost my fianc?, but he did not die, he killed people and tried to kill me." Emily shared her story about Richard and what had happened so many years ago. "Emily, we are going to figure this out. If there is a way we will find it together." "You seem kind and honorable, and I am so sorry about how this all happened. Can you do something for me?" "What can I do for you, Emily?" "I'm really very hungry." Mark started to laugh and realized he was really hungry as well. "I guess what my body feels you also feel. I don't have much food at the house since I just got the electricity restored. The fridge is empty. I'll drive into town. Do you like Mexican food?" "What's electricity, a fridge, how do you drive, and you can go to Mexico for food?" Mark laughed again but felt Emily withdraw and pout. "I'm sorry, Emily. I forget you have never seen these things before. Let me teach you." With that Mark began trying to explain electricity, talked about the fridge, and went out to the car. "So many marvels. This is a strange carriage. Don't you need to hook up horses to it or does it also work with electricity?" "You are very perceptive and quick, Emily. Hang on..." Mark started the engine and drove into town. Emily screamed at first, then began laughing. She seemed genuinely excited. "Mark?" "Yes, Emily?" "You know you don't have to speak out loud for me to hear you. I'd not want anyone to think you are crazy." Mark really started to like this funny and charming woman inside of him. "I like you too, Mark." "At times I think this is all a dream, Emily. Perhaps I am going crazy. But, for now, crazy or not, I'm going to introduce you to enchiladas." Emily loved the enchiladas. "So many new experiences. You live in a wonderful world, Mark. I hope I get the chance to experience more. I know we will find a way now. I believe in you, Mark." Mark entered his house and started to get ready for bed. He was simply going through his normal routine but when he took his clothes off he could feel Emily blush. "Better get used to this body, Emily." He could almost see her smile. "Mmhmm. It's rather exhilarating. You are very handsome, Mark. Strong too." Mark climbed into bed, slightly aroused by the way Emily responded to him. Mark's penis started to grow and Mark suddenly became very self- conscious and embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed, Mark. You are beautiful and like me, your body has needs. May I... may I touch it? You could give me control of your hand." Mark was very aroused. This was definitely a new experience for him. He let Emily use his hand. Emily, now in control reached down and grasped his now fully erect penis. She began stroking it back and forth. Mark was very turned on by this and could feel Emily's arousal building as well. Emily continued to stroke faster and faster. Mark, no longer able to contain himself erupted in a powerful orgasm. "Wow. Oh my! I'm sorry, Mark, and yet, wow! I didn't meant to, but it felt so good! It felt so amazing." "Emily, that was the most wonderful experience I've had in a long, long time. Don't be sorry. Feel free to explore my body as much as you wish." After cleaning up and getting back into bed, Mark drifted off to sleep. He was walking toward the house, a light breeze tickling his smooth legs as it came up around his dress. He felt his hair against his neck and back. He felt his hand reach out to pick some roses. The next moment he was in Richard's firm grip and a horrible sense of powerlessness came over him. Richard grasped his face and Mark felt his life starting to drain from him. He fought back, scratching Richard's face, kicking, then being pulled into nothingness. Mark screamed as he woke. "Mark? Mark? Speak to me, please!" Emily was panicking but Mark was as well. "It's ok, Emily. It was just a bad dream." "No Mark. It was not a dream. While we were asleep our minds blended. We touched each other's memories. I was you at your fianc?s bedside." "And I experienced the horror with Richard. I was you, Emily. I felt everything. Emily, I'm going to protect you. You don't have to ever be afraid again. I'm not sure how, but I will." "You are a good man, Mark. I felt your pain, your desperation. You deserve happiness. I hope somehow, I can give that to you." Mark got up and headed to the bathroom. As he looked in the mirror he was shocked by what he saw. His hair was longer, more golden in color. He had no stubble. He reached his hand to his face and he could tell his hands were slightly more delicate. "Emily, what's happening to me?" "I'm not entirely sure, Mark. When I went into the mirror both my life force and my body were consumed. When we merged yesterday I think my life force started to consume your body, leaving behind my old body. I feel fine, but somehow different. Oh, this is so horrible for you! Kill me, Mark! I'm destroying you." Emily began to cry and once again the tears cascaded down Mark's face. "No Emily! You are not destroying me. You are saving me." "I don't understand, Mark. Look at what I am doing to you!" "Emily, before you came into my life, I was a wasted shell. I had even thought of committing suicide. I was lifeless. Nothing in me wanted to go on. You, Emily, are amazing. You have such life in you, joy and a pureness that connects with the deepest part of who I am. You've touched my soul and brought me back from the edge. I know this may sound strange to you, but I don't think I can live without you." "You are a good man, Mark. Not that I could right now, but I too feel a connection to you that goes beyond my understanding. I don't want to lose you. I think that is what happened with the mirror. When you touched it, there was a connection between our souls that brought me back. We're soul mates, you and me. I can see this now. It's why Richard could never free my life force from the mirror. I was dead in there, Mark. You saved me." "Well, that settles it, then. Come with me. Not like you can't." Mark and Emily laughed together. Mark stepped outside. "Today, I'm going to teach you how to drive. I think we need to go into town and get some supplies, and, maybe some clothing." Mark spent the next week at the house. Mark and Emily grew closer and closer in their relationship and Mark's body continued to change. He was still a man, but he looked very feminine. Each night they made love in a way only the two of them could. It drew them together. Mark woke up and felt different. It had been a week. He headed into the bathroom and stood before the mirror. There was absolutely nothing left of manliness. He was now completely a woman. He stood in awe and traced his new curves, breasts, and vagina with his fingers. "It's not all that bad being a woman, Mark. You really are very beautiful and there are many other things that are special about your new body. Come, let me show you." Mark went back to bed and let Emily take control. Emily whispered to him tenderly, lovingly. She moved his hands over his breasts and caressed them. Mark moaned at the sensation. Every touch igniting a passion within him. Emily lightly squeezed his nipples sending a shudder through his body. He could feel a warmth and his new vagina getting moist. Emily guided his hand between his long silky smooth legs and rubbed slowly. Mark gasped and arched his back. Emily slipped his fingers through the delicate folds, the moist lips providing ample lubrication. Mark began breathing heavily as Emily pushed his fingers deeper inside and finding Mark's new clit. It did not take long under the expert touch of Emily. Mark felt his orgasm build from deep inside. His entire body seemed to explode all at once. "That was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had. I think it was better than anything I ever had as a man. Can we do it again?" "Moderation, Mark." She chuckled. "I thought being a man was more powerful. But, this is amazing too." By now all of the new clothes Mark had bought fit well. "Emily?" "Yes, Mark?" "How would you like to be you again? Maybe this was meant to be. I want to give you your life back. Take my life. Please. Live your life. You have so much more to offer the world than I ever could. Please, take control and let me go." "Never!!! Mark, I love you! You are a part of me and I would never be able to live without you. If we are stuck like this forever, so be it. Don't ever give up on yourself. You saved me. I've seen into your soul and there is goodness and greatness beyond compare. Besides... I'm growing weaker. I can feel it. I'm dying, Mark. There is nothing left of you to consume." "No! I said I would protect you, and I will. We will find a way. You can't leave me!" "Why can't I leave you, Mark?" Deep down Mark could not bring himself to say it. He felt saying those three words would be a betrayal of his fianc?. Ignoring Emily's question, he said, "Let's head down to the library. Maybe we can find something that can help us out." Emily went quiet. "Emily, we've read through hundreds of books. There is nothing here. I'm so sorry. Tomorrow we can come back and look again." "It's ok, Mark. Please, let's go home. I'm not going to make it until tomorrow. Please, let me make love with you one last time." This time it was not Emily crying, but Mark. The library patrons would remember a beautiful girl running from the library with tears falling from her face. Mark could barely see through the tears as he drove. He reached the house and went inside. As Mark entered the house, he saw an ornate mirror on an easel. "Emily! Emily! Are you there?" "I'm here, Mark. I feel an awful presence. Run! Run away!" "There you are my dear. After all these years, you've come back to me. You don't know how hard I tried to get you out of that mirror. Come to me, let's finish what we started." Mark turned to run out the other way, but Richard was too fast for him and grabbed his wrists with an iron-like grip. "You are not getting away this time, Emily. You see, I made you a new mirror. My best work ever." Richard placed his hands on Mark's face. "Emily, what do we do?" "I can save you Mark. I know how now. There are two life forces within us. Mine's weak, he will take mine because that is what he knows and wants. When I'm gone, Richard will let you go. You'll have your chance then to escape." Mark watched in horror as a light began to stream from him into Richard. Emily was fading. "Emily!" Nothing. "Emily!" Nothing. "Please Emily! I can't live without you. I love you!" There was a sudden burst of light. Richard placed his hands on his head and Mark collapsed to the ground. Mark watched as white light began seeping through Richards's fingers and along his scar on his face. His eyes bulged and Richard began screaming. Then the light burst forth like a flood. Mark was temporarily blinded. Slowly as Mark's vision cleared he could see a naked form on the ground. It was him, himself. It was Mark's old body. He crawled over to it both frightened and curious at the same time. The eyes fluttered open. "Mark?" the body spoke. "Emily? Is that you in there?" "Yes!" Mark looked deep into his old body's eyes and felt it was true. "How?" Emily stood and helped Mark from the floor. She placed her hands on Mark's face and kissed him. "It was your love. I was so weak when Richard started pulling my life force from you. When you said you loved me, you gave me your life force. Your love strengthened me. Richard was not strong enough to contain it. My life force that had consumed your old body had only one body it could reform into, yours. I'm free. We are free!" Mark and Emily hugged each other tightly. "I love you, Emily." "I love you, Mark. Remember when I suggested we make love one last time?" "Yes." Mark looked down and blushed. "I think we should make love for the first time." Emily took Mark's hand and led him into the bedroom. Mark and Emily took each other's names, it just made more sense that way. They both loved their new lives and were soon married. On their wedding day they came back to the house and stood looking at the entrance of the driveway. To any passersby, they would have only seen the beautiful couple embracing. The view, it was also nice.