It had been a few days since the cruise ship dropped him and Veo off at the port. The angel had some tasks to do so she flew away to tend to them while Xander decided he was going to see if he could figure out where his heart was telling him to be. He had a longing to keep going, to find a new place to set down roots for a while, but he wasn't sure where he was going to end up.
He was moving through the southern part of California, he could travel in just about any way he wanted but he had found a man selling a jet black pick up truck that he just had to have. After some intense negotiations, and more than one hypnotic suggestion, he was able to argue the man down from $30,000 to a much more reasonable $37.50. It had been years since he had driven through California and he loved the scenery, the mixture of mountains and forests that was unique to the locale never seemed to change.
But as he was driving something caught his eye, less of a visual and more of a memory. There was a weekly dog show at an arena just outside of Sacramento, and as he caught sight of it a flood of memories came rushing to him. It had been nearly... 25 years since he had been here, back in a time when he was, again, searching for a new home. Something gave him pause then, something that made him pull over and go inside. That's where he met Heather, one of the trainers. She was beautiful, 20 years old, long brown hair, and a body that wouldn't quit. He had decided to take a more classic approach with her instead of using his powers and natural abilities. He had used pure hypnotic suggestions, and it worked flawlessly on her. Over the course of a dinner he had managed to hypnotize her, seduce her, and eventually drain her of her energy. Of course she wouldn't have remembered anything of it except for a very erotic dream. But he remembered it vividly. Ah, the memories.
Being filled with nostalgia he couldn't help but pull into the arena and get out. The show had already started but it was a slow day. He bought a ticket and made his way inside. He didn't expect to really see anything, or anyone, he was really only there to enjoy the memory that this place was making flood back to him.
Not much had changed in 25 years, a new coat of paint on most things, a fresh color or logo here and there. But all in all it was the same. The people were different, of course. Various trainers on the field were showing off the routines that they and their trusted companions had worked so hard to perfect. It was a sight to see, even if it didn't really catch his interest. But then he saw something that did. On the field working with what a normal person would think was just a massive German Shepherd, but what he knew was called a Malinos. He knew it because it was the kind of dog that Heather kept, and although the dog was not the same animal the trainer was most definitely Heather.
As he watched her move he could hardly believe it. To say she hadn't changed would have been ridiculous. She had, however, matured magnificently. Her long hair had been replaced with a shoulder length cut. And her petite 20 year old frame had filled out into a beautiful 45 year old woman in every way. She had strong muscular legs that she was showing off with a pair of tight running shorts and a strong upper body. She had easily gained 2 cup sizes from when he had last seen her, and she was showing those off with a nice tight sports bra under a mesh shirt. She was just as beautiful as the day he last saw her. And then an idea came screaming to mind...
The show wrapped up about 45 minutes later, and the trainers were busy getting their dogs situated for the evening. They had another show the next day, so most were being put up in a high class equivalent of a kennel. Xander strategically placed himself near the exit door of that kennel and waited patiently. A few minutes later his patience was rewarded when Heather walked out of the kennel. She was basically wearing the same thing, but her hair had been pulled into a ponytail through the hole in the back of her ball cap. As she walked past, Xander stepped out from where he was hiding, directly into her path then immediately stopped "Oh I am terribly sorry miss, I didn't see you here, excuse me, pardon me..." he said making sure that she got a good look at his face as he did. He was not disappointed in her response.
Heather looked at Xander with a strange look of recognition and disbelief. When an incubus drains his victims they wake up the next morning remembering only a dream. The more they are drained the less this fake reality holds and eventually they remember the incubus and the reality of the situation. But Heather had only encountered Xander once before. And from her perspective, she was literally looking at a man she had no recollection of ever seeing, but with whom she felt a very strong connection, and latent attraction. "No, it's... it's ok. Do I know you?" she asked, trying to place Xander as best she could even though no real memories came to her mind.
Xander tried to hide his devious grin, but when that failed he played it off as flattery as he extended a hand toward his former conquest. "I'm pretty sure I would remember if I knew a woman as lovely as you, and a minor celebrity to boot."
