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    Author: camoflage
    ASL Info:    16/f/nc
    Elite Ratio:    4.51 - 459/295/71
    Words: 1169
    Class/Type: Story/Love
    Total Views: 1003
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    Bytes: 6171



    Description:
       Unfinished story--- this is on hiatus until i have time to finish this.


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    The sky hung overhead like a dark cloud on a rainy night. The stars were nowhere to be seen and Sophie was feeling like causing a scene. She was headed down the alley way with a smile on her lips, thoughts on her mind, and a bounce in her step.

    Her brown curls hung gracefully around her face and her blue eyes seemed to shine with joy and satisfaction. She had been working on hooking the guy with the gorgeous blue eyes for weeks. Whereas Sophie's eyes were a misty blue, not unlike a lightly cloudy day, his were as clear as the ocean's baby blue waves. His smile was something else, a sun among millions of ordinary planets and stars.
    His name was James. And Sophie had been working on catching his interest for weeks.

    The dark sky hung overhead, she had seen him. And he had looked in Sophie's direction. Sophie knew that as she exited the club elegantly, James crystal eyes had never left her.
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    James sat there as he watched the girl he had his eyes on leave. She was gorgeous, and ever so mysterious. He didn't know anything about her, other than what he saw. James remembered the night he had first seen her. He had stepped into Sublime, the club he was currently in, on accident. It was pouring hard, and he needed cover from his current dilemma, the storm waging war outside.

    As James stepped foot inside he saw a thriving community, and in the middle of the dance floor, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was gliding across the floor from partner to partner. She was obviously the woman that all the men came here to dance with, and every man wanted his turn, and more than that.

    He saw her, and not only did he see what she looked like, or how she danced, but he saw her personality come to life in each step she took and each twist of her body she made. At that moment James decided to take a risk and try to dance with her. At the moment they were playing a latin song, and the brunette's eyes light up as she took off dancing the tango across hardwood floor.

    James watched as she got carried away in the motions made, in the steps taken to form the tango. She was firey and full of life, her steps were quick and precise. Her gorgeous spiraled hair was in her face, and falling down from it's neat updo. Her black dress contrasted brightly with her creamy milky skin and the look in her eyes was electrifying. As the man whose arms she was in dipped her, she looked straight at him, and winked.

    The moment she was lifted up, James face became flushed with color, and his mind was racing. How stunning the fair creature was. From that night on, and everynight after for many days the angel in the red dress occupied James' thoughts. And for many nights, he would return to see her preform her phenomenal dances with poise and grace.

    James saw his angel exit the club, with her eyes constantly on him. The look in her eyes, was a challenge, a dare. He knew at that exact moment what he wanted to do. He wanted to follow his dancer into the alleyway.

    The door to Sublime slammed shut with a thud behind James as he followed his beauteous woman down the back street. The sky was dark, the air was electrifying. There was nothing James wanted than to run up behind his girl and grab her around the waist, spin her around and show her the personality he so often saw in her dances.

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    Sophie heard the door open and she began to run down the alley way, in the opposite direction, how she hoped he would follow her. She was almost sure he would. She was almost positvie he would. The walls were becomming rather close together, there was bareley enough room for her to squeeze through.
    She sighed, her dress had gotten caught on a rough patch in teh wall. This was a brand new one as well, it had cost her about 300 dollars. But...she supposed that that was the cost of this hunt, and this prize was well worth a red dress.
    Sophie heard footsteps, and knew that he was approaching rather quickly. She was wrestling with her dress fruitlessly, and when she did get it loose, his steps were getting quicker and nearer. As she began to ran Sophie tripped, and landed on the grounded rather painfully. She tried to get up, but as she did a sharp pain shot up her left leg, all the way up to her calf. "And thus, the hunter becomes the hunted," she muttered under her breath angrily as she heard his footsteps approaching.
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    James was about ready to give up, he had been running for a good five minutes when he passed by a wall that had a small peice of a red dress on the side of the wall. James then heard a loud pop followed by a string of unladylike words not too far ahead.
    As he approached, James noticed his angelic dancer on the ground clutching her foot. "May I have a look?"
    Sophie looked up and smiled a little. "If you wish, I don't see what good it will do. I will not be able to dance for a week or so." James looked at her with a heavy heart as he braced himself to put a frown on his princesses face.
    "I'm afraid, my beautiful princess, that you will not be able to dance for many weeks. You have fractured your ankle. I am very sorry, would you like some assistance home?" James spoke in a curt, yet polite manner. He did not know what to say now that he had finally come face to face with his beauteous dancer, she had become a damsel in distress, and him, a nervous school boy.
    James was ashamed, he longed to speak with this woman for a long period of time. Ever since he first stepped foot into Sublime he had longed to speak with her, to dance with her, to hold her, to touch her. So why was he loosing his nerve now that it was only her and him? He didn't understand.
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