if you play with fire...

If you play with fire…
Chapter 1

The bright full moon shone in the dark night sky, illuminating the graveyard where I knelt silently dressed in black combats and a black jacket like a shadow. A soft breeze ruffled my long dark hair as I slowly traced my pale, slender fingers over the letters of the tombstone in front of me. I had known this girl who had died two days before. As usual it all started with a guy…

The music was blasting through the loudspeakers as I squeezed through the sea of sweating, writhing bodies to get to the bar. When I got there I took a seat and ordered my drink, I had just paid for it and was turning around when my type of music was launched through the speakers.

‘Do you feel that?
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what\'s left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me.’

The heavy drumbeat shook the dance floor, and the atmosphere changed to a heavy pulsing rhythm. I saw something move from the corner of my eye, and gave it my full attention. What I saw made my breath catch in my throat, and my heart start pounding. A tall man, about 6ft, with long dark curly hair, walked through the crowd to the dance floor, but it wasn’t just the way he looked that caught my eye, it was the way he moved. He seemed to glide through the crowd like a panther on the hunt, moving fluidly through the shadows, and his muscles rippled beneath his shirt on the way to the dance floor.
‘Time to go play with fire’ I murmured to myself, before abandoning my drink, and following my ‘prey’ to the dance floor.

‘Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)’


When I got there he was swaying seductively to the music, some stupid girls prancing about iont ont of him, like they thought he would actually go for them. I gazed, mesmerised by him for a few seconds and he turned and looked straight at me, then smiled.

‘There is no turning back now
you\'ve woken up the demon in me’

I swayed my hips gently as I glided over to him and put my arms around his neck, grinding myself into him, teasing him with my flirty looks and sexy body language. I turned round and rested my back against his chest, my head leaned back onto his shouldas Ias I sent a smirk in the direction of the girls who obviously weren’t enough for the man I was swaying against at the moment.

‘I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don\'t try to deny what you feel
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me

It seems you\'re having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you\'ve woken up the demon in me’

As the song came to an end, I started to pull away, only to be jerked back against his strong sculptured chest, he started kissing my neck passionately, stoking a flame of desire within me as the next song came on.
‘Same time tomorrow’ he whispered into my ear, and kissed my neck again, I closed my eyes and moaned softly before turning around, and opening my eyes to see he had vanished. I looked round and saw him heading out the exit,
‘How did he get there so quickly?’ I wondered to myself before following him out, but by the time I got outside he had gone. After going back into the club and gathering my things, I went round the dark back alley, and climbed on to my motorbike, driving home in silence, the summer breeze whipping my hair round my face, thinking about my encounter with my mystery man.

I went back to the club the following night and he was there again, we danced, playfully teasing each other as the music flowed through our veins. This dancing and vanishing act went on for two weeks, and I started to think about him, I had asked him for his phone number but all he did was smile, before he disappeared into the shadows. It was Friday night now and we’d been dancing for over an hour when he started kissing my neck again. I held his arm and turned around, looking him in his amazing blue eyes that seemed to look into my soul. I traced my fingers lightly over his high cheekbones, and smiled, he arched an eyebrow and smiled back.
I had taken to calling him ‘mi angel oscuro’, my dark angel in Spanish, and for good reason too. He looked like an angel with his beautiful blue eyes, high cheekbones, and slim yet strong body, but underneath the sexy good looks, was an air of predatory power. I tilted my chin and gently brought my mouth to his, giving him a searing kiss, when I opened my eyes he was gone, knowing he’d be back tomorrow and that I wouldn’t catch up with him, I just got my things and left for home.

Just as I was about to enter my flat I heard a noise directly behind me, and quickly turned to be confronted by a slim muscular chest, covered by a midnight blue shirt.
‘I said you’d see me again, love.’ He said in his deep and sexy London accent. My toes curled, and my stomach tightened, he called me love! Yay me! Then my brain kicked in,
‘Don’t just stand there you idiot, invite him in’ it yelled at me.
‘Would you like to come in, for a cup of coffee, or something’ I asked, trying not to drool over him.
‘Yeah, ok then’ he replied. I felt like a little schoolgirl and got so excited I actually walked into the door.
‘You know, I’m not saying anything, but it’s normally easier if you open the door before walking through it’. He laughed a grin on his face, making his eyes sparkle, as I opened the door this time before walking through it and he came in behind me, closing the door and locking it.

this is my first fic and it will get beter, but could you please r&r and tell me what u thought. even flames are welcome if u can tell me whats wrong. thanks