Sway.

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This is a piece I wrote for Trifecta back on January 20th, 2012. I’m posting it here for you to read because I plan on adding/relating to it this week!

She stared at him from across the bar, not blinking or moving her gaze away when people passed between them in the pulsing crowd of the nightclub.

There was just something about him that she desired, something about the way his dark hair rested on his forehead, the way his blue eyes glinted brighter in the dark room than any other eyes.

She wanted him.

She stood up, moving slowly through the crowd, pushing past those that were in her way with a stare and a frown. She parted crowds like the best of them, she never had to worry about anyone getting in her way.

Then she was before him, and she regarded his two women companions with disdain.

“Leave us,” she said quietly. Her voice wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the din of the club music, but she didn’t need her mouth to carry her thoughts to the heads of women surrounding her prey, she could sway them with the simple and eternal power of her mind.

The women got up and left, blank expressions on their faces, and he stared up at her in shock and annoyance.

“What the hell? Who the hell are you?” he asked her, rising to stand and face him, and she put one slim white finger on his chest and pushed him back down into his seat.

“It doesn’t matter who I am,” she said. “It only matters who you are, and tonight, you are mine.”

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