AN: Well, yeah. It's been forever since I've updated this one, but I'm updating it now. BWAHAHAHAH!

Part… umm… five wasn't it?

With complete disregard to Lea's feelings, Nikolas trailed her as she half jogged half ran through the woods. He noticed that her chest was rising and falling, not because she was out of breath, but from sheer emotion. He must have really gotten to her.

Why didn't that please him as much as it should have?

Regardless to whatever strange emotions were going on with both of them, the matter was still that he had to catch up with her and have a word… or ten. She couldn't just storm out on him like that, regardless as to whether or not they were playing a game now. He wasn't one to lightly take a snubbing.

And so, when she finally stopped running, he started to slowly advance. He watched as she took one jump and lifted herself onto a branch in a tree. She was just high enough that her legs could swing, timidly brushing against the ground. She leaned her head back and let out a trembling sigh.

Something like guilt washed through him. What exactly had he pushed her to?

He watched as she lifted her shirtsleeve and looked at the marks on her arm. A wash of pleasure flashed through him. She was marked… she belonged to him.

Suddenly, his old arrogance flashed back into place, his pity for her forgotten. She belonged to him all right. He needed to win this game. He was going to win this game.

"Lea." Nikolas said it simply as he walked out of the room. She nearly fell out of the tree.

"What are you doing here?" She glowered.

He threw back his head and laughed, before his eyes became intense. "You, my dear, belong to me." She started to talk, but he cut her off. "The marks on your arms say so."

She continued to glare. "I don't belong to anyone. No one, got it!" She wanted to shout at him… or stab him. Either way, she couldn't allow him to 'claim' her.

"Lea…" His voice was taunting, and he came up below her. "You act so tough, and maybe you are… but I think… somewhere… deep inside… you liked it, didn't you." He smiled wickedly. "You liked me marking you."

Before he could taunt her anymore, she jumped, pulling her knife while she fell, and pressing it against his throat. "You listen to me. Violence may be inside of me, but I don't enjoy having unwanted pain thrust upon me." This time it was she who cut him off. "Yes, unwanted pain. Now you listen to me, and you listen good; you have your visit with your sister, and you enjoy talking to your brother, but be clear on this: stay the hell away from me. I don't like you, I don't want to know anything about you… and I'm not playing your game."

His eyes were only slightly widened, but he was shocked… but he wasn't in the least bit deterred. "I can't help it Lea. Since I first saw you walk through that door…" He gave a dark laugh… "I had this urge to make you mine." As if offhanded, he said, "You will be, you know."

Anger surged through her. "I'll never be yours." She pressed the blade ever so much closer, and a small line of blood trickled. He laughed. She wouldn't do it.

"Go on then, kill me." She stood there, her arm wavering slightly. He laughed, and darted forward, trusting his reflexes. Sure enough, she pulled the knife back just in time… and his lips pressed against hers.

Shock rippled throughout her whole being, and before she could choose to beat him down, or respond, he pulled back. "I think I'll enjoy wearing you down. Goodnight Lea."

And just like that… he was gone.

Lea stood shaken, her body weight leaning against the tree.

AN: Yes, very short, but I have to plot evilly for this little bugger. Besides… they kissed!