A/N Thank you to DXRULES103. This one is slight Wade x Alice simply because I love the effect he has on women. This was one of my favourite scenes in the movie. Enjoy.

Green Eyes

He was looking at her. He kept looking at her. He was a killer. He made her skin crawl…but he kept looking at her and when he looked at her…it was so easy to forget that. There was something in the way his eyes pierced her, the way the light reflected off the surface. His eyes were deeper than any she had ever seen and she could drown in them.

She stopped looking at him after a while, and when he spoke she asked him not to talk. She'd heard stories about him, knew what his voice had done. That smooth, convincing tone that throughout vibrated an element of truth, had charmed him into the beds of women, turned his captors against one another, and held many of his victims totally enthralled up till their last breaths.

He had naturally ignored her request. He kept speaking in that unhurried drawl, his manner as if he were telling her a secret. It was as if he were confiding in her, that there were only them in that place. She forgot that there were men outside…that her husband was outside…shooting at things that may or may not have been dangerous. His voice lulled her, and then she made the mistake of looking into his eyes.

"The greenest eyes I've ever seen," he told her as hers flicked to his and were caught. "Like yours."

He was going deep inside her with only his look, probing her mind, and all the time he was talking to her, wrapping her in a cocoon where there was only the two of them. She forgot who she was. She forgot who he was. There were just his eyes and his voice, and she could not look away.

"What did you say your name was?" he enquired.

"Alice." The voice of her husband shattered the air before her lips could form the word he'd spoken. The cocoon broke as she was wrenched away from Wade's eyes and forced back to the cold reality of darkness and fear, the hard chair, the hunger mildly sated, the fire's heat prickling her back and the killer next to her. He was closer than she'd realised. She must've moved towards him…A shudder rippled through her and she moved away. What had he done to her? There was a spell in his voice, an enchantment in his eyes, which weaved its way around its victim with no perceptible trace. There was something enigmatic and charismatic about him that was hard to resist. She felt sick to the stomach to think of how far she'd fallen, how far drawn along the path she'd gone that countless women before her had stepped along, whether willingly or blindly.

The way he made her feel when he looked at her, the way he could seduce with a glance and a word, caused fear to flood through her body. She despised him because of it, because of the killer he was, yet he could still make her react that way.

It was why she begged Dan to get him out the house, why she begged Dan not to go with them and why she was left standing on the porch with her arms wrapped around herself, feeling guilty and fearful as she watched them leave, knowing that Wade's eyes lingered on her that moment longer than her own husband's.