Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

Music filled the club, causing the walls to shake and vibrate in time with the beat. He stood in the shadows awaiting her return, bottle of alcohol in hand. He had seen females drinking this and had assumed it was favoured amidst them.

He almost missed his target, he hadn't seen her re-enter the building. It was when she brushed by he realised she had returned. He grabbed her by the arm without even thinking, only for her to slowly turn with an unimpressed expression on her face. Her eyes met his, the apprehension on her face melted away and she stared at him quizzically.

He wormed his way into her mind, wrapping it to his will yet allowing her just enough freedom to make her own choices. He planned to influence her, not control her like a puppet on strings. After a moment she smiled at him; that small gesture was enough to make his heart skip a beat, causing him to smile back at her. Gently he pressed the cold drink into her hand and leant forward.

“You dance with amazing skill” he purred into her ear, using the influence he had over her to ensure she heard him.

She looked down to look at the drink he had given her, popped it open and took a swig, nodding her thanks. She was blushing, he could see the rosy tinge in her cheeks even in this dim light. He could sense her debating within her mind whether or not to ask him to dance. He would have agreed to in a heartbeat if she chose to ask him.

He could smell her libido and hormones kicking up a notch; he used his influence to encourage her, looking to get her to ask him to dance. She didn’t seem the sort to like pushy males. She looked back up at him, seeming ready to ask him something when a voice pulled her attention from him.

Almost immediately she made her excuses and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him to look after her. She joined another female and started talking to her while casting glances at him. He could hear their conversation without much trouble. It seemed they both liked him, a lot. The female he had spoken to seemed to sense that there was something off about him, perhaps she was some sort of witch or simply had her senses more in tune than others.

He grinned to himself and settled in his corner, watching the pair from a distance. His gaze kept wandering over the crowd in search of his target, hoping to pinpoint her amidst the dancing bodies. The girl he had spoken to may have bore a striking resemblance to the one he was looking for but from what he saw she seemed too shy and tame to be the one. 

Minutes ticked by like hours. He was having a good time but he felt frustrated with not being able to find the female he had come all this way for. To top it off, his gaze kept being drawn to the cage dancing female with the red and black hair. She really did look like his target. The group of burly men had made his search increasingly awkward too; they have quite effectively blocked his every advance at any female he had tried to approach.

He ended up doing a loop around the club to lose them briefly, only to find himself close to the bar when he spotted his favourite cage dancer. He had enough of chasing his own shadow by this point and immediately moved in. Swiftly he stepped up behind her and seductively purred in her ear,

“How about you dance with me next?”

She spun on her heel to face him, her expression filled with frustration for the briefest of moments. Her eyes met his and all anger left her, leaving her looking a little miffed. Wirelessly she nodded and followed him onto the dance floor, with only the slightest push on his part.

Together they danced drawing quite some attention from the crowd around them. She had allowed him closer than any male so far; his hands rested on her hips and he pressed against her as they swayed to the beat. He ran his lips down her neck, feeling her shiver gently and her smelling her libido shift into high gear. He turned her and stared in to her eyes, wrapping his mind around hers like a constrictor. 

The song was coming to a close. He picked her up, swung her around and lowered her slowly backwards, supporting her entire weight on his arm. His eyes never left hers and a content smile played across his lips as he leant down towards her, aiming to kiss her. Movement... His eyes flickered up just in time to spot a pair of the infuriating burly males coming straight at him, locked in a fierce grapple. 

He straightened up immediately, pulling the girl up with him and shielded her with his body. He had used every ounce of his speed to manage to get her out of harms way in time, he just hoped she didn’t notice. She stepped around him and watched in shock as the two men scrapped it out while security descended on them.

He was about to pull her away, the commotion provided a perfect diversion for him to spirit her away unnoticed, when the brawling pair's companions started to move in on him. Abandoning his new plaything he darted across the room, knowing nobody would notice him vanish and reappear elsewhere.

He watched from afar as the brawling pair were escorted out while the girl he had danced with was comforted by her friend. He knew he wouldn’t have a chance at her again, the remaining men were keeping a close eye on him now, just waiting for a reason to hunt him down. He could ignore the threat and try again, but he decided against it. Should he happen across this girl in what was about to happen, he wanted his human façade to work as a source of comfort, not alarm. He may still get a chance to have some fun with her.

The night progressed and he stuck to watching her from afar. There was something about her that drew him in, but he simply couldn't put his finger on it. He had to assume it was simply the resemblance she bore to the one he sought. Coming to think of it, he never did find her... No matter, he would find her by force come daybreak. It was time for him to go and put the original plan into action. 

Time had finally run out.