A/N: No one's reading my other story, CBAG D: I've had this idea for some time, so I started writing it today. I'll have another chapter of CBAG up soon, but I'm a little worried. My readers have dropped dramatically. Maybe this story will fare a little better.

Dancing Dangerously

Prologue

Every few seconds, bright neon lights flashed, lighting up the whole room. Even when I closed my eyes, the different colours flickered against the darkness – red, blue, green, yellow, purple… and when I opened my eyes, I was suddenly surrounded by people, dancing with each other, and shouting to be heard over the ear-splitting music. I wasn’t dancing with anyone in particular myself – guys came and went, but when I didn’t answer their shouted questions, they soon get bored and moved onto some other lonely girl. Contrary to their thoughts, I wasn’t lonely. I was having the time of my life dancing with my invisible partner. Did that make me crazy? The vodka shots I’d had were probably taking effect by now – yes that was it. I was drunk… and what a damn good feeling it was.

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I sauntered through the crowd of dancers, getting slightly bored with this particular nightclub – everyone seemed to be partnered off and having their own fun. Seb had already found some good-looking bird and had gone off with her, leaving me to find my own entertainment. I was gradually considering leaving here, maybe just going home. I wasn’t even drunk yet, and I was thinking about leaving? How sad. I could at least have a few more drinks – and then maybe I’d completely forget about this hopeless night.

And that’s when I saw her… and immediately chastised myself for being so cliché. She seemed to be the only one in a group of people who was dancing alone, but the way she was dancing, it was as though there was an invisible man dancing in front of her. What can I say? She sparked my curiousity. As I got closer, I caught sight of her full body, now that none of the dancers were blocking my way. She was definitely dressed up for some sort of celebration – she wore a very short jean skirt, but rather than leaving the rest of her legs bare, as many of the men around here may have preferred, reaching her knees were pure white boots. My eyes travelled upwards, and I found that the top half of her body was covered with a green corset. If you could call her covered, that is. I licked my lips and wandered over, standing in front of her.

“Hey there.” I said, leaning in close so she could hear me. As my breath tickled her neck, her eyes lifted slightly, as though she hadn’t noticed me there until I had spoken. Her bright green eyes held me for a moment, before she flicked them away, just continuing to dance, not saying a word. I couldn’t help but grin – so she was going to play that game?

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Couldn’t he see that I was a lot happier dancing here on my own? Obviously not. He was proving to be a lot more difficult to get rid of than the other guys – he seemed content with just dancing in silence. I allowed myself to look up at him, and found that his eyes had been on me. He was cute, sure, but the negative side of his good looks was that he knew he was cute. I probably wasn’t the first girl he had preyed on tonight, and I wouldn’t be the last. Actually, he looked like an eagle with his narrow, golden eyes. They looked gold in this light anyway…

He sort of freaked me out, especially with the way he was looking at me. Maybe I should just walk away and go home – that was probably the most sensible thing to do. But I was drunk – sensible was thrown out of the window. I wasn’t talking to him though, he couldn’t make me do that. Whoah… had he just moved even closer?

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I found that I wanted to hear her voice. Every so often, I’d scan her face for a sign that she was going to speak, but every time, I was disappointed. So far, I’d gained not a word from her, but I’d discovered that she has very dark, silky-looking hair that smelled of vanilla. She’d decorated her hair with these artificial glitter streaks, which just confirms my initial thought that she’s out for a reason. But, damn her, she wouldn’t tell me what that reason was! I didn’t know her name, her age, or how much she’d had to drink… I knew she was tipsy though. As I glanced at her face again, she lifted her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing a pretty earring dangling above her shoulder. It was a peacock feather, and it shimmered in the light whenever she shifted her body. The rhythmic dancing she was doing turned the feather all kinds of colours, and I found myself staring at the decoration.

“Nice earrings, they suit your eyes.” I mumbled, absently. Her eyes immediately flicked upwards in surprise, but just as quickly, she glanced back down at the floor. The mysteries surrounding this girl just made me want to stay here and dance all night. Would she ever get tired?

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I glanced over at the exit, now wondering how to escape this guy. He wasn’t making me too uncomfortable… but it was his eyes. I knew he wasn’t trying to unnerve me, he probably didn’t even know he was doing so. When I looked back at him, I found a frown etched into his facial features.

“You’re leaving?” He asked, sounding disappointed. That surprised me, but my heart was now set on going. Without a sound, I quickly turned away from him and made my way across the dance floor towards the exit. No one even gave me a glance as I left… and I didn’t think he’d follow me. He’d just move onto his next prey.

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Shit! She was leaving! I couldn’t let her leave! God, I didn’t even know her name… when she walked off, I froze for a moment, not quite sure what to do. In seconds, I’d made my mind up, but by then, she’d already reached the door. I rushed after her, my only wish being that she wouldn’t step outside and into a taxi before I got to her. I dodged dancers and drinkers, trying to keep her in my sights.

Thankfully, she’d had to stop at the entrance for a moment. When I reached her small, thin figure, I took hold of her arm, causing her to gasp and turn around. I immediately loosened my grip on her so that she had nothing to fear, but I found that one look into her wide, emerald eyes brought me to a halt. They were almost hypnotising… her pupils were large, showing that perhaps she’d had more to drink than I first though.

“Can I at least know your name?” I finally asked, surprised at how desperate my voice sounded. I’d never met a girl like her before… most drunk women usually threw themselves at me! She wasn’t like the others, and that was why I wanted to know who she was. She looked undecided, and I mentally willed her to tell me – perhaps I’d not got what I wanted from her, but for all my efforts, I deserved a name, at least.

“It’s Ellie Rodgers.”

I barely caught her words, she whispered them so faintly. But as soon as I’d realised what she had said, I smiled, immediately relaxing. Ellie had quickly departed after giving up her name – disappearing into the night like some sort of dark angel.

“Ellie…” I whispered. Her voice had been light and sweet, even thinking about it sent shivers down my spine. Her face was clear in my mind, flawless perfection. “I hope we meet again, Miss Rodgers.”