The Red Handed Delicacy

[Desiree Stickler]

Desiree, curly red hair, small and secretive smile, strolled down the road, the hem of her skirt clapsed tightly in her hands, her finger nails stained the same colour as her hair dye. Oh yes. She had some fun that night. She danced afterwards. She swung around lanterns and cartwheeled over roof tops. Thrilling, to have someone's blood on your skin. Lovely shaded blood covered her lips, free lipstick was rich and rusty on her mouth, she was tempted to lick it off like it was chocolate. She jumped down and landed quietly bending her legs just as she hit the ground. She stood up and walked through the shadows. A little bit of bounce in her step, she twirled around on her toes, and giggled to herself. She was high on her own treachery. She started to fall, when she realised she had no one to share it with.

 

[Masque Fleur]

Fleur noticed the rather acrobatic woman dance and cartwheel across the rooftops and then through the streets. He looked closer and noticed the odd shade of red on her lips. As he drifted closer to her in the shadows, he smelt it.. Blood. How interesting A devilish smile crossed his face before he dissipated into the multi-coloured smoke of his.


A moment later he formed from the mysterious smoke, about a foot before her. "Naughty, Naughty.." He said, the alluring smile of his playing across his lips. The jewels along Fleur's coat caught the light of a far away lantern and glistened, showing off the extravagant outfit that he wore. "Could get into alot of trouble.. couldn't we"

 

[Desiree Stickler]

Désirée froze, still with fear and excitement at the same time. A puff of peculiar coloured smoke curled around the air, and a masked face loomed from the smoke, a clean red smile across his face. He carried a cane, and he wore a top hat, his coat bedazzling and bright with brightly coloured jewels almost resembling the smoke. Désirée smiled, sensing the power in this being, making her back quivver in anticipation. His voice was slick, ominous. Sent tingles down her spine. At this point Désirée didn't know whether to be, afraid of him, or delighted to see a unique and spontaneous face in this boring old black street. "Naughty, Naughty.." he teased, as silence fell over Désirée, not knowing what to think or say. This 'clown' was not human, nor was he a creature, he was a being of other wordly types. Désirée did not know how to handle him, and there was always fear of the unknown.

"Could get into alot of trouble.. couldn't we?" he asked her, she could almost the snake like tongue against the back of his teeth, sinsiter and truely reamarkable. What the hell was that supposed to mean? She asked herself, wondering if he could read her thoughts. She didn't want to answer wrong, or he might do something un expected. "Hmm, well I don't get in trouble, I cause it. I am trouble. I am... Désirée." She said softly, hissing through her teet, opening her eyes wide menacingly before they became heavy with mischeif again. She did not move she did not speak after that, she could feel the power in him just by loking at him, she felt a great deal of respect for this masked figure, she loved him yet feared him. Maybe he was what the muggles thought of as 'God'. Pfft. What utter nonsense. "I'm just getting a little excersise, care to join me?" She didn't really think he was going to accept, and she didn't think he was going to, but she had to break the silence, expressing that she could also be as strong as he, in wit, and in speech.

 

[Masque Fleur]

'Hmm, well I don't get in trouble, I cause it. I am trouble. I am... Désirée.' Fleur's eyebrow raised slowly to the statement. It was a rather bold thing to say to a stranger that could possibly be a mass murderer or something of the like. slowly his eyes trailed over her figure, calculating what she would be good at in his circus. Easily his body moved around hers, slowly trailing his strange smoke like magic from his body as he moved. It seems as half his body was half apparating as he moved, only to come around before her again. "Your bold, young one" Fleur's voice changed slightly, becoming ever more alluring. It was almost like his circus's music played off from his tongue, dancing and twisting into her mind. Fleur didn't particularly like boldness.. Boldness meant the annoyance of people trying to go against him or be better then him.

'I'm just getting a little exercise, care to join me?' Fleur chuckled slightly as he listened to her words. She was searching for something to say, trying to prove she wasn't going to stand there dumbfounded by him. He took an easy step towards her, their faces now terribly close. He brought his cane up, the crystal tip lighting up as it touched her lips. The blood on her lips smeared over the crystal. He brought it back form her, the crystal burning with brilliant light.. Then, as it cleared, the blood flew from the crystal, multiplying and forming the shape of the person she had killed to obtain it. The figures hand slowly reached out to her, 'In death your punishment starts..' The voice echoed before the figured decreased back to the few drops of blood the hit the ground like rain droplets. A mysterious smile crossed his lips as he watched her.

 

[Desiree Stickler]

Désirée watched his beady irredescent eye like black peaces of obsidian peirce her brain like ice picks. Daren't she not be so bold in front of a specimen such as he? She swallowed and looked away losing the battle in the intimidating eye contact, she listened to the coloured smoke whir around him whistfully, whispering and circling around her she watched him from the corner of her eye, standing as still as a wooden plank. She knew she wouldn't be able to hide it any longer, and she knew he wanted it that way. He could feel his power around her body, she felt like a mouse in a trap, and her predator was playing with her. Was she going to be dead by the end of this meeting? She pndered the thought over and over, thinking that she was no longer on top of things. She feared him, the intensity of the eerie silence that fell over him, he spoke with his sick smile, and the twinkling of his eyes. It was as though he was controlling her. She didn't fight it, this sensation was thrilling, and she opposed no threat to him, she wouldn't stand a chance. Keeping her eyes on his, she flinched as his face was so close she almost wet herself. She was afraid he was going to bite it off or something.

As he stopped before her, the cold crystal on his cane met with her lips, she gasped quietly, and waited for it to explode. It didn't but the sudden vibes she felt down her face and spine were exhilerating yet haunting also. She felt the blood clear away from her mouth as the lit up crystal did. Désirée watched as the blood pooled and rippled fluctuously in mid air, forming a human figure, than appearing to be the face she ripped off in the first place. She raised her eye brows, her mouth parted in shock. Her dead boyfriend gazed her in the eyes, then reached out, she flinched back, but did not make a sound nor did the expression on her face change. The gripping and horrible fear, she felt as the eerie curse lingered in the air, even as she watched the figure disintergrate in to the drops of blood that he gathered from her mouth, her eyes turned back to the clown guy. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice breaking subtly, she wondered if there was any way she could get out of this, she started to back away slightly.

 

[Masque Fleur]

He act had cracked. Her fear, painted over her face. The night seemed to be ever darker and pressing in against them. The only light coming from that of the lantern far off down the ally and the faint glistening of the gems he wore. Fleur had the uncanny ability to grab attention and keep it, to block out anything else.. As a good performer should and now it came into play, the street seemed so far away. Any people that scurried around in the night, too far off to help her. She was alone and at his mercy..


'Who are you?' Her voice broke slightly as she asked. A spark flashed through Fleur's eye. Who was he? What words could describe fully what and who he was? He copied her steps easily before, suddenly, he took her. His hand came around to the small of the back and the other, entwining with her hand. Then he was off, lifting her lightly into a fluid dance as if music played all around them and if you listened closely enough.. You swore you could hear it. The dance continued for was seemed liked hours but had only been around a minute before he lent her back in a dip and chuckled darkly, "Fleur, King of the Circus.." He pulled her up and stepped back before easily moving down into a jester like bow. Even with the bow, he still seemed to be the one in control. As he came out of the bow his eyes met hers squarely, seemingly endless in depth. "And you.... Are mine".

 

[Desiree Stickler]

He kept the same distance from her as she moved backwards, she continued to back away from him, but she didn't get any further away from him. Suddenly, her feet lifted off the ground, and her legs moved in time with a vibrant variation of music, played on player piano, and trumpets. His cold clammy hand intertwined with her's, and his other hand went around to the small of her back, sending a chill down her spine, as she was afraid something might come out, being sharp, and penetrate her. Although she feared this clown, she had fun dancing with him, the music filled her ears, and she closed her eyes, moving her feet perfectly in time with every cued moment, she let him lead her. She was now completely subjected to this clown, he was all powerful and she felt divine being in his presence. She smiled the smae red painted smile as he did, and enjoyed herself as the dived into the dance, keeping eye contact all the way, she was no longer feeling uncomfortable, but a new power, a new feeling inside her. She was suddenly dipped, her hair flinging down, she kept her head stiff, and looked into his ever going eyes, and breathed heavily. Pulling up, she watched him as he gave a bow. She stared at him and smiled, feeling flustered, she curtsied back. She anticipated his next action, just waiting for another weird thing to happen. She held her fists up in tight balls, and flinched suddenly as his face closed in on hers at an alarming rate. Her face showed fear, mixed with surprise and anguish. To make things a bit weirder, he whispered three chilling words that cinfirmed he had a holdof her, that fear had claimed her as his iwn,