”I have found it works quite well. Throw a few people off a bridge, rip a couple people to shreds, they all get their act together either way.”

The petite female could tell that he knew that even though he was playing back with her words she was more than willing to push him off the edge despite her small stature; she was stronger than her dainty appearance gave away which gave her an advantage. Still the air had shifted from their little games back to the mysterious brother that Ophelia thought was unimportant up until a few moments ago, a small smirk painting her lips as she kept her gaze locked on the race in front of them. The burning emerald eyes were locked on her and she felt them analyze every part of her stance but still she did not move from her current position. Only when he spoke did she let her small smirk grow into a coy Cheshire Cat like grin, letting the crimson hues flicker over to the man from the corner of her eyes.

”It really is an entertaining sight and the stronger the man the funnier it is when his ego falls. I doubt you know that pain though.”

She let her gaze fall back to the ride before her, knowing well that he probably was a strong man who did not let much get to him. She would have been surprised it he said he knew how it felt simply because he seemed the type to never fall; looks could be deceiving through. The appearance of the race was far from deceiving though, the only true and predictable thing around them. Cheers got louder as the screams of success echoed up to them, the Blazin’ Aces apparently winning as their fans crowded around them. She almost wished that the race was not so predictable but that was life she supposed. Besides, she knew that she and the male standing together held enough air of unpredictability to last them quite a while.

With the race over she looked back at the taller man, a devious look painted in her eyes as she slipped one of her hands in her pocket and perched herself with all her weight on one foot. She was feeling playful again and that slipped into her already overbearing aura. His words only added to that air as he continued their game.

”You’re telling me. I’ve yet to find a real man who can actually handle my unique personality. Who knows if your brother was right about you though; you might find me to be a little too demented for your tastes.”

A hint of amusement filled her glowing red eyes as he began casting off a disappointed remark about the Blazin’ Aces winning the battle, her own demeanor reflecting that of amusement that even reflected down to the smirk that was painted her lips. However it was not the outcome of the fight that amused her but instead with how much his voice reflected disappointment since she had half expected him to be pleased at the outcome. With a small roll of her eyes and a shake of her head she waited for him to continue about what he planned on saying, not cutting him off since she was more interested in hearing the fun little things he wanted to say to her.

His eyes danced across his body as she took in each of his movements, his body swaying back and forth as he always seemed to contemplate something about her. She could not quite figure out what it was but his movements brought her great entertainment. His words though were what drew a small laugh from her pale lips, her seeming to giggle an unnatural bell like noise that should have never passed her lips. Still she could not help it since she found it to be so entertaining that he was willing to challenge the idea of her being demented and by the time she was ready to reply to him a wicked smile had come across her face.

”Oh really now? The only reason you are standing here with me at this moment is because you have yet to see the demon when it is awake for if you saw just what I could do I am sure you’d think twice about standing up here, talking to my ass right now at this height.”

Ophelia slowly moved closer to him, placing just enough pressure on her wheels to stand before him with only a small space between them. Now she was playing coy, placing her hand to his chest as she placed a slight pressure behind her flesh to make him feel as though he were being pushed back and towards the edge; of course she would not push him off just yet though, he had done nothing to piss her off to the point that she wanted to. After all, she knew that without the tall man by her side she would be extremely bored.

"After all, you could just be an idiot."

Ophelia could not help but smirk out of amusement from his words, his eye brows rising slightly as she feigned confusion for a single moment. She could tell that the flirtatious air between them was about to become very potent simply because of the glint behind his emerald hues and the low pitched voice he used, one that lit a fire within herself and made her want to play. The emerald eyes man may have said that it was not the point in that moment, but that did not stop her from pressing the issue a little more to get her desired reaction.

”Now tell me Zeke, what is the little reason why you are standing here at the moment?”

With that little question thrown into the air Ophelia let her skates carry her body closer to the edge, his warm chest a sharp contrast to her ice cold skin as she pushed him along. She had indeed expected him to lock his wheels in place, to hold her back and keep himself from dwindling closer to death, but he did not. Why he did not fight her was a good question but one that she did not care to ask in that second as she kept her bloodied gaze locked on his soothing emerald one. She did not stop the movements of her body until felt him move slightly, his back wheels going over the edge and signaling that any further and he would be going for a swim. He was in such a compromising position, his life literally held in the palm of her hand in that second and she half expected him to look fearful; his eyes held an air of determination though and his air was rather playful, even his voice holding a teasing tone much to her surprise. She liked that about him though, the fact that he did not seem to be frightened by her one bit.

His remark about knowing a good time when he saw one made her let out a small bell like laugh, her eyes flickering away from his face momentarily as the wind began to pick up behind her. A few of her golden strands blew around her body, some hitting his body as she let her fingers drop from his body and back down to her side. Now she could not help but to let the fun begin, a playful smirk coming to her pale lips even though her eyes held nothing but mischief.

”Oh I could definitely show you something that people only see once in a life time, and I’m not just talking about Air Treks darling.”

Though her remark was playful and her hand dropped from his body she still kept close to him, not moving back a single inch as she stayed close to his warm body.

His little remark about her being the most exciting thing in San Francisco made her smirk even more, feeling slightly accomplished by that saying since he seemed to be the type not to enjoy the city too much. Sure he knew the place well enough, but he did not seem to be at home in the land itself. Perhaps that had something to do with the fact that his brother lurked around the city and acted as though he owned it, but that was none of her business and she personally did not care much to pry into that subject anyways. His brother was far too much of an asshole to even bother with and she found Ezekiel to be much more entertaining anyways, far more entertaining than any male she had come across in quite a long time. Either way she did not respond to his first comment, simply watching him and studying his every motion as he teetered over the edge of the bridge.

He seemed to be getting more and more comfortable in the position he was left in, his eyes twinkling with a hint of rebellion as he stared down at her while the wind blew her hair about. Normally she would have questioned his sanity at that moment or have at least expected him to push her away by now, but he seemed so perfectly calm where he was. She was beginning to like him even more since he could play her insane little games and if things continued on the path they were going, she would have no problem showing him her skills. After all, what was the point of flirting if you could not have a little fun with your prey? He seemed to be fun enough out on a ride so that probably meant he was just as fun when training; by the words that slipped his lips next it seemed as though he could not wait to see what she could do either which only set her blood on fire.

”Oh sweetheart, I would love to see your skills as well, but you see that’s a little hard up at the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. If we had somewhere fun to go I’d love to do some training with you though. I just need you to explain what you are down for looking at.”

Now her words were practically dripping with flirtation, her body starting to mimic her words as she brushed her fingers across his warm cheek in a teasing manner. Ophelia was almost positive that her hands were as cold as ice due to the breeze that kept blowing up against her body, but at that point she was sure that he did not care. She silently gave him a little smirk and twirled on her heel so her hair would hit his chest and send her scent all around him, toying with his head now as she ran her fingers through her tousled locks. She did not bother to look back at him as she moved back to the middle of the railing, giving him a chance to move up farther in from the railing so he did not fall off and ruin all her fun.

”I would suggest you be careful if you are standing there simply because I would hate to see my new play thing get all bloody if I was not the one doing it.”

With her movements towards the center of the railing came the sound of the male’s Air Treks clicking across the metal, a noise that shocked her slightly simply because of the way he had been acting earlier. In reality she had expected him to simply stay where he was, almost teasing her by showing that he did not need to come back in, but when he did move she passed it all off to pure instinct. After all, she supposed that she too would move away from her death if she was given the chance to as well even if she knew that she was most likely going to be just fine.

Her thoughts would have continued in that moment, but the sound of his wheels halting brought her back from her momentary tangent and reintroduced her to the world in which they stood, reminding her that there was more than just the two of them because of what she was facing. Instead of looking him straight in the eyes she was looking at San Francisco, her hues taking in the images that she had been ignoring for some time now while she still had the chance. Below her the race was dead and gone and yet the city was still bustling with activity, activity that could end either of their lives if they road too far into the center of the bridge. It was almost as if they had no escape from the danger that wished to swallow them whole, purposely driving them together by offering them no other escape; the universe was at work and offering them no answers.

After she had taken in all of that information in she moved back to him, her bright red eyes locking with his emerald ones that were so entrancing to her. It was clear by his movements that he was a feeling a slight amount of relief by being away from the edge and for a moment she was tempted to tease him for being scared, but the words that began to slip his lips in combination with her lingering thoughts made her want to keep quiet and stick their flirtatious game. The idea of a hotel room simply waiting for her made her want to laugh aloud and that mixed in with not wanting to train because she would have other things on her mind pushed the bell like noise from her lips. Her fingers moved to cover her mouth as the noise sounded, her eyes getting dangerous as it faded away and words began to form.

”Well that’s good darling because I would hate to have to travel all the way across town to my apartment just to have a good time with you. And as for the training, I’m sure you can find something fun to train me in even if it’s not necessarily Air Treks.”

She smirked at him that statement, adjusting her movements so she had placed all her weight on her right foot. Standing for so long had begun to put a strain on her muscles and now her legs were putting up a protest, but she would dare not say it aloud. She hated showing weakness to others, especially someone like Ezekiel who had not treated her like some porcelain doll based off of her marred legs. In fact, she noticed that he had not mentioned the marks once even though they stood out completely against her unclad skin, ugly marks that looked like she had been tortured. His next remark even seemed to flow with the thoughts on her skin, him remarking about not seeing enough and bringing her smirk right back to her pale lips.

”I thought I was showing enough to satisfy you, but I suppose that having something on is always too much. After all, I think we need to show the rest of your body off before I could even dream of being pleased."

Ezekiel seemed to grow deathly silent in the moments that followed a few simple words slipping her lips, his eyes lost in the gaze of the moon as his thoughts wandered. To Ophelia it seemed as though he was hurting slightly on the inside, unknown emotions buried beneath the surface that he did not want to show anyone. In that moment she realized that he was just like her, hiding something more beneath his gaze and burying it down. Sure she would not admit it if anyone asked, but it would always be there, nipping at her heels and clawing at her resolve to escape. Because she understood the feelings so well she decided not to pry on his issues, only waiting for him to make a noise to signify that he had come back out of the clouds and rejoined her thoughts here on that earth in that instant; soon enough he did with a simple laugh passing his lips, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She waited for his eyes to flicker back to her own, studying the emotions that were reflected in the emerald orbs that were a deep contrast to her bright red ones. Behind them were so much feeling, so much hope that she could not understand simply because there was far too much there. He was indeed hiding something, that much was true from her earlier observations, but she also began to recognize that he was someone who was always looking for a good time and wanted to help others, all of which pleased her on some deep down level. A smidgen of a smile was painted on her face, just a small amount that reflected that she was happy. Such a strange word to think of in her instance – happy – but there it was.

Sadly her happy little parade was rained on slightly when he became curious and eyed her legs, her mouth drawing back down into a hard line as she flexed her fingers at her side. She wanted to transition back to the other emotions that were far more appealing to her, the lust that just moments ago had been a fun game. There were speckles of it in his gaze and body language and she knew that she had to entice him back into that mood and away from her massacred flesh, using his little moment of speaking to do this when playful banter filled the air once more.

”Who said that I would be upset with being exhausted and begging for more from you? It might be fun if you ask me, though I am sure that I won’t be the only person begging by the end of the night.”

Ophelia could not help but to let a small smirk flutter across her pale lips as he winked at her, her body slowly inching closer to him as she ignored his gaze that seemed to be wandering. She was starting to get bold and playful once more, raising her fingers up to run them down his cheek to the center of his chest in a manner that clearly showed that she was trying to entice a reaction from him. Her gaze never left his, taking in every detail of what he had to offer to her in that instant.

”Seeing just a little is always entertaining, but I think that I’d prefer to see all of it. There’s no better way to get to know a person after all.”

The heat that radiated off his body literally warmed her freezing hands, even slithering its way up her icy arms to her frostbitten chest where her heart lay. It was so entertaining to her, the idea that his simple warmth could warm her core, but she knew that it could not happen. His warmth was comforting on another level though for there were only two kinds of people with warm skin in Ophelia’s eyes: there were those who were vibrant people and those who disguised themselves behind a veil of security. In her mind Ezekiel was the former, his eyes reading that instead of deceit which she appreciated. In fact his whole body radiated the warm feelings that his body projected, a feeling that obviously moved with everything he did in life and his passions. She had seen in it in the way he rode his Air-Treks and the way he spoke of people, a vibrant personality hiding behind the wall of distaste. The best people were those who were able to both calculate and excerpt their best traits onto those around them.

Her upturned lips never fell for even a second, taking in the characteristics that painted his dark skin. A calm emerald stare and a smugly charming smile, both of which she fully expected of him. He was obviously getting a read on her by the way his gaze drank in her image, the way his eyes seemed to light up with mischief before his lips began to form words once more.

They were entertaining words to say the least, words that blatantly stated his feeling of dominance. Inside Ophelia was ecstatic that he did not fall so easily or hint within his statement that he would lie down and let her dance all over him; a true man never let the female take control unless he knew that he could regain that dominance when necessary. She had never actually found one that did not let her do just that, rip them to shreds and dance away and thought that maybe, just maybe it was her chance to do so.

”The only problem with that sweetheart is that I don’t like to share my toys. Besides, I think you would prefer this type of begging over the other option that I could offer you.”

Now she was playing with his head again, trying to see if he could remember the last sickly sweet words she had uttered to him about begging in a different sense. If Ezekiel knew better than he could find it clear that she was hinting to her more dangerous side. It was the fact that she could easily enjoy ripping him to shreds and listening to him beg for mercy, though she preferred not that but something else.

Suddenly his body moved closer to her own though, his warmth over taking the icy coldness of her own skin. Under normal conditions she would have shoved him off the bridge right there to get his body away from her own, but instead she simply let him do what he wished. He was a lucky man indeed, someone who got to stand so close to a demon and live. His teasing words probably added to her good mood, giving her the strength not to murder him right there as she gently pulled her fingers back up to his cheek in a little pattern of swirls.

”The taste of your skin on my will surely let us become more acquainted, but you must always remember that it is impossible to truly know everything about a person, even those you trust most.”

His laughter, it was so full of hope and jubilance, something so opposite of Ophelia. It almost warmed her soul to hear something so warm and inviting, but the key word in that statement was almost. She tried not to linger on the thought of actually feeling something that was worth her time, her eyes watching him carefully as she listened to the beautiful words that seemed to never stop flowing from his lips.

Again their game seemed to flutter back to fun little topics of teasing tones and playful words, but it was starting to drag out and she wanted to alert him to the fact that eventually words would grow far too boring for her tastes. After all, she was a girl who easily grew bored of her toys if they only game the same reaction ever time. She needed to mix things up anyways and this offered her the perfect opportunity to do so without completely throwing Ezekiel off with her every changing train of thought.

With her fingers slightly warming over his skin she began the little dance she knew would get his attention and drag him back from the world he had seemed to wander into with her words about trust. Silently she ghosted her fingers over his skin in a teasing fashion, her eyes dancing laced with malicious intent as she cooed him. Slowly they made their way from his cheek and over his lips, a sadistic smirk coming to her own pale mouth as she started to trace them down his neck. She was trying to elicit a reaction from him, trying to get him to show even the slightest bit of emotion that would suggest that his mind was running on the same tract as her own. She was never one for speaking things directly and her motions mimicked her trick laced words.

”Well you are hot, so I don’t see a reason to refute your statement. However, I don’t think I’m going to get to see this intoxicating skin I’m dying to see any time soon if the sun continues to dance up the night sky and threaten to paint it with bright colors.”

She smirked lightly as he continued to speak, slightly leaning closer to him as she placed her weight on the balls of her feet to get a better vantage point. Her lips moved closer to his ear, the hot breathes dancing across the soft flesh as she uttered words to him that she knew would force a laugh from his chest. After all, it only took her a small time to get a decent read on people, and if she was correct that would be his exact reaction.

”My toys are the little things I play with, and you just happen to be one of my favorite. Trust me though for I think it is more than fair that I be your teddy bear if you let me play with you.”