Trick Date Added: 2013-01-13. Please leave feedback using form at the end of the story! Intro: Who is being played with here? Trying to decide whether to extend this very short short story. Comments welcomed! She could feel his eyes on her. A heaviness, prickling at the back of her neck, and making her body feel as if it didn't belong to her. She looked around the bar, lit only by the dim overhead lights and the flashing coloured lights from the dancefloor. Searching for him. She still couldn't pinpoint him. No matter how hard she tried, he always remained on the edge of her vision. A shadow, a suggestion of a man, hidden from her. She felt him move behind her. A whisper, nothing more. As she turned she could even breathe him in, his scent elusive and alluring as if it begged her to follow. She could hear the faint ghost of laughter, a deep throaty chuckle, meant for her ears only. As if he was mocking her for not being able to find him. Another faint laugh, and she turned towards the door, knowing he was out there. Her feet felt like they were moving on their own, her brain no longer in control of their movements. Her mind screamed out to her to stop, but she was past all reason, her body reacting to his sound and scent. As she moved outside, the cool night air hit, bringing a fresh wave of his scent to her. She turned the corner and looked into the shadows, for the first time seeing an outline of a man. No, not a man, a predator, a hunter. All in black, blending into the night, becoming a part of it. She stepped closer, unable to stop herself. So close, she could hear his breathing, rhythmically lulling her, until she was finally no more than an inch from him. She stared up at him, gradually making out his features, even reaching her hand up to trace the line of his jaw. She heard his intake of breath, as if she had surprised him. His mouth opened slightly, revealing to her what he really was. She smiled. Knowing he was expecting her to try and run. To make the chase more thrilling. She could feel hear his heart beating faster, his breathing speeding up, his lips parting more. Smiling, she raised up on her tiptoes and put her lips next to his ear. “Handsome, did you really think that you were the most dangerous thing out here tonight? Did you think I would be your plaything?” She lowered herself back down, and smiled wider at him, revealing her own secret. The glint of her twin blades slicing through the air toward him was the last thing he saw. Who was Being played? Comment!