Game On.

Uh-oh

Cat looked up into Julian's smirking face. Slowly, she backed up, creating a void of space between them. Julian stood there, arms crossed in a loose white shirt and black pants. A leather belt wrapped around his lean waist, decorated with celtic knots and designs. He watched her scurry back, his smile deepening at her haste.
"Why so eager to leave, Kitten? I thought you weren't afraid of me?" He purred.
Cat backed up more, feeling herself pressing against a wall. This surprised her for a moment. She was pretty sure it hadn't been a dead end a minute ago.
"To be fair,"she started "I was six. And you hadn't kidnapped my baby brother."
"You didn't have a baby brother then. Or a stepsister. And I definitely would have remembered an irritating stepbrother." He replied, taking a step closer. There was a wicked glint in his eyes, a look like a predator hunting his prey. He took another couple of steps. Suddenly, he was standing in front of her.
Cat looked him in the eyes, a miniature battle going on as she refused to be intimidated and look away.
This time, a genuine, friendly smile broke the surface of his face. "And there's the brave, stubborn little kitten I know." He laughed.
"Knew."
He blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry, what?"
Cat took a step forwards, pulling herself off the wall. "Knew. The brave, stubborn kitten you knew.
A lot can change in ten years. You knew a traumatized six year old who would trust anyone and cried in her sleep. You don't know me."
Julian's evil smile was back. "I know you well enough to know that even though you don't get along, you will be running to dear Lindsay's aid very soon."
And with that a shrill scream punctuated the air.

Riddle contest still going. Any song suggestions? General feedback? Readers?