"So, what's your name?" Kidrey asked Sandra, his lips almost touching her ear. The booming music pounded behind them.

They had been dancing for a while now, and Sandra noticed his hold on her waist was as tight as it had been earlier.

"Black Cat," Sandra answered cheekily. She put her arms around Kidrey's neck and swayed to the music.

To an outsider, they looked like a couple who couldn't get their hands off each other.

Kidrey smirked. From her waist, his hands traveled to her lower back, moving his fingers in a circular motion, almost giving her a massage. Sandra felt a bit heated because of this.

"Don't steal the name I gave you," he whispered. She couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.

Sandra swallowed the dry lump in her throat as she stared at Kidrey. This guy was clearly interested in her. An idea had been tempting Sandra—to take advantage of the situation—but a big part of her was telling her not to go 'that far.'

"I'm not telling you my name, St. Creed," she said, half teasing and half serious.

Kidrey suddenly pulled her closer to him. Her face was on his chest, and she could smell his expensive men's cologne. 'Ugh,' she thought. She wasn't supposed to be too conscious of his body right now.

Sandra was well aware that the DJ had changed the song and was now playing the remix version of "I Knew You Were Trouble" by Taylor Swift. As clichéd as it might seem, Sandra couldn't help but associate the song with her current predicament.

'I knew you were trouble when you walked in...'

"You know, no one dares not to answer me when I ask questions," Kidrey said seriously.

Sandra closed her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

'...so shame on me now. Flew me to places I'd never been...'

"My name is not important. Also, you already called me Black Cat. Stick with it," Sandra said, burying her face in his chest. His musky scent filling her nose.

'...Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground...'

Kidrey's chest moved up and down, and she could tell he was stopping himself from laughing.

"Hmm...Black Cat," he mumbled after a while.

Sandra looked up, and their eyes met. Kidrey licked his lips before leaning down to kiss her, but Sandra was quick enough to avoid it. She then playfully pushed him away. Before he could react further, she held his hand and led him to the pole dancing area. She climbed onto the platform and, with her eyes only on Kidrey, began to dance, enticing him with her movements.

'...Oh, Oh, Oh, Trouble, Trouble, Trouble...'

Sandra was not the best dancer, but she knew how to ensnare people's attention with her grace and facial expression.

It wasn't hard to get Kidrey's attention, as he had been focused on her for a while now.

It must have been the alcohol because Sandra became bolder. As Kidrey took a step closer to the platform, Sandra pulled him closer and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

By this time, she knew she had gone a bit too far.

'Oh, Oh, Oh, Trouble, Trouble, Trouble...'

Kidrey smirked and pulled Sandra closer. He made her sit on the platform, then opened her legs and stood between them. He deepened the kiss.

It happened so fast that Sandra was surprised but hid her reaction well. She rested her hands on his hair and played with his soft curls.

After a while, Kidrey pulled back and stared into her eyes. "Now, tell me your name."

Sandra's heart was pounding. She tried to keep a straight face. He shouldn't know that he was making her heart race. "I'm not telling you my real name," she insisted, satisfied to see him displeased. "What are your other names?" she asked instead.

Kidrey pulled back a little to get a better look at her face. She was playing hard to get, it was obvious to him. "God is my last name," he stated, joining her game. "I can make all things possible, including finding out your name even if you won't tell me now."

Sandra cocked her eyebrow at him. "You sure are cocky, God. That's so sinful of you."

Kidrey smirked. "Do you know my middle name?" he asked, almost carefully.

"What?" she asked, intrigued.

"Death," he answered.

God of Death. Sandra got chills at the thought. Her mood suddenly darkened.

She was reminded of something. Did Kidrey sentence her brother to death too?

Sandra pushed Kidrey's chest away, surprising him. She jumped off the platform to stand straight and pushed her mask against his chest. He held onto it.

"I'm warning you," Sandra began, her glare sharp and her voice icy. "A black cat is bad luck for gods. Be careful."

Then she turned away from him. Before Kidrey could follow her, she disappeared into the crowd of clubgoers. Yet again. Just like in the Halloween Party.

'Oh, Oh, Oh, Trouble, Trouble, Trouble...'

The real question here is...

Who's in trouble?

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a/n: Someone is in trouble. I am not sure which one, though ;) Thanks for reading! Leave me comments, votes, and share your thoughts. I won't bite ^^