Tango Dancing With The Devil

Tango? Dancing? Who dances? When you deal with the devil you don't dance. You play.

His game. how did I catch myself in it? Heh, let's just say that it all started when I was taking a casual stroll around the neighbourhood and that's when I met the devil himself. No, that's a lie...Urgh! This is what hanging around the devil does to you. It went sort of like this;

At around sundown a week ago, I stepped outside into my backyard and I got slapped by a piece of paper. It had writing on it but it wasn't in english. Most people wouldn't recognise the language, but I did; Latin.

It read;

Venir saltare si audes.

Spectral Point.

13th Hour

Translation:

Come dance if you dare.

Spectral Point Cove

After Midnight.

And it had a lot of fancy symbols representing the sun, the moon, the earth and other heavenly bodies as a page border.

Witchcraft? I thought, then. But what the heck? I figured I would go just to see what it was all about. Probably one of the biggest decisions I had ever made in my entire life and I handled it like a piece of used tissue paper, dismissing it as some kind of joke. That's me for you, I don't take a lot of things seriously but when I do, shit will go down. And not just down the toilet.

Spectral Point Cove is the name of the beach near where my town is located. It's not my hometown as I'd only been living here for about two to three years or so. I don't really keep track of things like that. Our town's name is Springbrace, but for a sunny sounding town, it doesn't live up to its namesake, you'll see why as I continue spinning you my tale.

Wearing a black hoodie and some black tights, I snuck out of my house at around twelve fifty something at night, through my window, climbed over the fence, careful not to get a splinter embedded in my skin like the last time I snuck out, and made my way over to Spectral Point Cove. I was always fond of that place, as eerie as it was to most people. I like the silence and isolation it offers, I'm not much of a social butterfly, but I'm not quite a wallflower. I've enough friends in places high and low for everyone in Springbrace to know my name and family but not my story. Yep it's a pretty small town, population who knows and who cares! People come and go all the time so I don't really understand the concept of population, our town is a dead end one, anyway.

Despite what people say about walking around in the dark wearing black clothes being non-effective in aiding espionage or, rather, skulking around in the darkness, black never gets me caught. But that means that I have to stick to the darkest shadows all the time whenever the moonlight was particularly strong and unobscured by clouds.

The salty sea air was harsh on my nose and made my mouth dry but I was desensitised to it, one had to be if the beach was their favourite place. Spectral Point Cove is more rocky than it is sandy and so are lots of caves and crevices to hide in. Looking around the the beach, illuminated by only dim moonlight, I saw nothing. I checked my phone. Two minutes past midnight. I sat down on a flat rock with the paper from before folded neatly in hand. I absorbed the tranquillity of the ocean and how the waves consistently crash upon the shore every few seconds. Such a peaceful place, it made me want to close my eyes.

Maybe it was some kind of party and I missed it? But then I would have at least have heard about it. News travels fast in a small town and for a town full of gossipers, that's not a big surprise.

A gust of wind tossed my untied tawny-brown neck length hair to my left side.

Suddenly my back stiffened, my eyes widened and my skin prickled as the minute hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up on end as I realised what I just heard.

"Rhea."

My name, a whisper in the wind.

[A/N: Hello! Umm, the title was supposed to be just Dancing with the Devil, but I decided to add 'Tango' to the front to make it a little bit steamier. Hehe. ^^ Also cause there's a lot of stories already called Dance with the Devil on Watty. About Springbrace...I got that when I was thinking up a name and I glanced to my left and there was a bottle of spring water and a tube of glow bracelets and the two words sorta meshed and Springbrace was formed. Very creative I know-not! I'm hopeless at town names. Uh...I was supposed to be doing an English essay due Monday...but what did I do? I followed my heart and wrote. :D That's right screw school! Follow your heart and you'll be led to places you've never been to. XD

Don't forget to comment/vote/fan if you liked it! {Will check out some of your works if you do!} Please and thank you! :D ~Willow]