Cold, afraid and lonely, I stumbled further into the forest, tripping over barbs and logs, slipping on moss covered rocks and repeatedly walking into low hanging branches.

Wiping the tears I had allowed to escape with the back of my hand and fell over again, hard. Landing heavily on my hands and knees, I felt the pain shoot up my body.

I groaned loudly in pain and anger. "Please! This isn't fun anymore! I don't want to play anymore!"

I closed my eyes and waited. Soon I felt the first of millions of tiny fists like pinpricks grabbing at my skin. Soon my body lifted off the ground effortlessly.

Having never been good with heights, I kept my eyes closed until a voice spoke inside my head. "Open your eyes." I knew the voice hadn't come from one of the tiny faeries that were keeping me the air, it was a male voice, clear as day, inside my head.

Blinking, I forced myself to look down. "You basterd." I said realising I must have been floating only a few feet above the ground in the middle of a field for a few minutes now. The miniscule hands let me get slowly so I drifted to the soft floor.

I automatically sat down, my legs ached from running through the forest and folded my arms tightly across my chest. I glared at the boy before me. I huge grin grew on his prefect face and he pushed his shaggy black hair back with a stong hand.

"Don't give me that look." He smiled at me. Without answering, I turned my head sharply away from him. He fell to his knees and shimmied over to me. "Come on. I was just trying to prove I'm not in your imagination!"

"And you thought the best way to do that is by zapping me into some crazy magical forest, alone!? I could have DIED." I snapped loudly and I heard the faeries scatter at my voice.

"Jeez, when you say it like that! It's not that bad really. I just wanted to play a game." He was getting very close now. I refused to turn back to him. "Bellie..." He whispered

That got me. "Don't you call me that." I turn to face him, shocked to see how close he'd gotten, but I refused to let it show. I poked a finger against his hard chest. "Don't you dare call me that. My name is Isobel. ISOBEL. Only people I know and I like and call me that. And I don't know or like you, so back off." I gave and extra little shove with my finger for emphasis. But something madr me suddenly came down and I realised that his power over me extended to my emotions, mqking me feel however he wanted me to.

Seriously? Who did this guy think he is? Turning up in my garden all impossibly drop-dead-gorgeous and pefect, doing magic tricks and shit, expecting me just to fall at his feet (which I certainly refrained from doing). When he showed me the thin, translusant wings that sprouted out of his back, naturally, I assumed it was all in my imagination, and I told him just that. "I'm not." He had answered indignantly. Ever asking for trouble, I told him to prove it. And that he did. We suddenly stood at the edge of a huge forest. "Run." He whispered in my ear then disappeared. While fun at first to run freely through the forest, the path soon became harder to see and the terrain worsened until I was repeatedly falling onto each foot rather than running.

He leaned back in the field, eyes never leaving my body, torn clothes and all. "At least you know I'm real now. You're not crazy!" He smiled widely.

"I might not be crazy, but you're one sick basterd." I glared.

"We Fae have a different idea of fun to the humans, so what?" He grinned, "So we like games of control and power, just because we can. " To prove his point he pulled me towards him without even lifting a finger. As if they had a mind of their own my legs forced me to stand. I shut my eyes and clenched my fists, desperately trying to stop him. Frozen to the spot, I could do nothing while he knelt infront of me, rested his hands on my waist and ran his thumbs along the skin above my shorts.

Tormentingly slow, he drew circles on the visible skin with his tongue, then gently kissed my bare hip. I wanted to scream, out of anger or pleasure I wasn't sure. I could feel his eyes staring at me but I refused to play his game any longer. When he started dragging his teeth against my hip, a whimper escaped my lips. I wasn't sure if the trill I felt was real or just something he had feigned out of nothing. "See you do enjoy our games." He said. But when he spoke I felt his control over me faulter and took the opportunity to break the connection all together.

I slapped him hard in the face. He recoiled in shock and I smile satisfied, but without his magic keeping me standing, my legs weren't stop enough to keep me up and I fell back to the ground.

"Like I said, he grinned. "No biggie."

"No biggie?!" I asked furiously, and still a little frazzled, "You could have killed me out there! God knows what was in that forest, and I'm all cut up and scratched. How the fuck am I supposed to explain this, huh?" I did a mental count of all the cuts on my body: My knees were pretty banged up from all the falling; the cuts on my arms were countless; deep purple bruises were forming all over my legs and I had a huge gash on my lips from when an unexpected branch spung at me.

I didn't really care, I was being fecesious more than anything, but it looked like I had gotten through to him when he said: "Sorry. Let me make it up to you?"

Unfortunately, I made the mistake of glances at his gorgeous eyes and he had me locked. Beautiful green orbs stared back at my boring old brown eyes and I felt my breath hitch. I clenched the grass beneath me, digging my nails into the soil to stop myself from reaching out as he leaned towards me.

He kept eye contact with me until our faces were almost touching. It didn't matter that he looked down then, because I was already hooked, like his eyes were some addictive drug and the craving raged through the veins. He ran the back of his finger along my arm, and I automatically shivered.

"Look." He whispered, still looking at my arm.

I followed his stare and saw that all the scrapes and scars I had obtained in the forest had disappeared, leaving my skin pasty and pale, but virtually untouched.

He ran his hand along my other arm and this time I watched as the scrapes and bruises faded then disappeared before my eyes.

I stared in amazement, my mouth hanging open. "How-"

"Shh." He interrupted me, "I'm focusing." He ran his hands over my knees and down my legs, and for a moment I was glad I wasn't standing because I would have undoubtedly fallen at that point. My whole body tingled at his touch and I must have visibly shivered because he looked at me with a grin.

"One more." He whispered, and for a second I had no idea what he was talking about, but it didn't matter because the next thing I knew his lips were on mine.

Boy, if I had felt tingles before, they didn't even compare to what I felt now. My body surged as he drew our lips closer together and, with no other muscles in my body working, I fell back into the soft grass. The boy quickly put his hands out to stop himself from falling ontop of me.

His lips smiled against mine and I felt embarressed at my own lack of control. However, while my brain said, 'now would be a good time to stop' by body said, 'keep going this is loads of fun!' The phrase mind over matter has never meant less to me and I force myself to sit up, without breaking our lips at any point. Regaining my balance, I parted our lips for only a second so I could throw my legs over his waist. Now in a straddling position, I felt more like myself, more in control. Some part of me warned that I was doing this as some form of revenge, but I quickly ignored it. Our lips connected again, and I instantly ran my tongue along his bottom lip. Our tongues greedily met and he settled his hands on my waist. Wanting just a bit more, I ran my hand along the hem of his t-shirt before slowly tracing my hands across his toned abdomen. It only took a low moan escaping his lips for me to be happy that the roles had reversed and I was completely in control.

And with that, I stop short. I pulled back and stood up suddenly. "Neat party trick," I said studying my arms, "shame you can't do anything about the mental scars." I laughed at myself while he rubbed the back of his head slowly. "Oh, I guess you didn't realise I like control games too."

When he stood up he was smiling. I felt like it was a battle we had both one and I was fine with that. "Enough's enough." I said toughly. "I want to go home now."

He shrugged, "I guess we can play anyother time then."