A careless confidence ran through my veins as I stepped up the stairs again and through the big doors in front of me. The room was filled with seduction, mystery and a dizzying sensation of déjà vu. I've been here before - Masquerade Ball - the most awaited event of the year, a ball thrown in the name of Saint Valentines. The same color masks were worn every year, black for the gentlemen and white for the ladies.

But this time... this time was different. I noticed that for the first time since we both attend this charade, his gaze was upon mine. His mask was half black and half white, something that was never done before. No one knew who he was or how he managed to enter. Every year we started a game of guessing his identity, a little flirt there, some red lipstick and some glasses of champaign. Now it was different, his gaze on mine felt like a challenge, but for me was more than that, he was my saviour, the only person who could get me out of this mess. I needed to know his identity. Alexis nudged my shoulder, a gentlemen on her arm. I only glanced away for a second, but he was gone, swallowed up by the crowd. I shook my head as I made my way to the table of wine, Alexis and her gentlemen long vanished. I let out a long sigh as I took a sip of the Cherry Moscato in my glass . There he was my beloved ex..his arm slung over a blonde's waist as he threw his head back laughing. I don't even know how I recognized him in this room of masks.

"Enjoying yourself?" In the corner of my eye I met his Forest green eyes. It's him.

"No, not really." I clamped my mouth shut, those weren't the words I wanted to say.  He chuckled softly, it was dark and silky nicer than any melody I've heard. He offered his hand.

"Then shall I make it more enjoyable Madam? Would you do me the honors of dancing with me?" I was left speechless, I'm pretty sure my mouth hung open I placed my hand in his as he whisked me to the center of the floor. The world began to fade in the background, his hand like frigid ice as it gently gripped my own. His other hand pressed to the small of my back. His head diped down, his lips close to the shell of my ear, as he murmured softly.

"Saved yet?" Slowly the words formed in between my lips.

"I think so my guardian angel." He chuckled softly.

"I'm no angel luv."

"Are a Demon then?"

"A Demon is an Angel who was too tired to play good-to-shoes anymore. An Angel is just a demon is disguise. So will you keep dancing with this demon?" I felt a smile begin to play on my lips.

"Then what am I if not an Angel nor Demon? Answer me that and I'll consider it." He chuckled once more his head dropped on my shoulder as his body convulced in laughter.

"You're no demon little angel but perhaps you might be one day." As the 4th song came to an end he slowly released my hand before bowing.

"I hope to dance again luv." I watched him until his form vanished in the crowd. I mentally groaned realizing I'd never caught his name. I looked around for Alexis, where the hell could that woman have gotten to in such short time. A scream errupted from the crowd, more began to errupt as men and woman alike began to scrable to the exit.
'What the hell's going on?'