Lord of Chaos? ((Smirk&One))

[LostOne]

It was about 10 pm in the smoky club when she first entered. Figures dances closely body's writing it what she assumed was supposed to be dancing. Other sat around the edges drinking or cuddling, and in a few dark corners the slender brunette could swear she saw couples making out. Just another evening at the town's only underage club, you'd think she'd get used to it by now, but she hadn't. Rolling her neck in a blatant sign of irritation she made her way to one of the booths was a busty blonde sat waving at her enthusiastically.

"Hey Jess." she said sighing softly as she slipped in setting the small black handbag beside her and a thick sheaf of papers on the table in front of her. The blonde immediately lost her painted smile and sighed dramatically. "Come on Beth don't you just relax anymore? Every time I see you, you have more and more information on that kid, but nothing that explains anything." she shrugged and set several of them out police reports a cop had given her. "I know, I know but I keep thinking, I'm missing something. Something important, I mean everyone says he was such a sweet kid until he turned 13."
"You act more like a detective then a collage student you know that right?" she nodded and ran a hand through her thick brown hair.

At one point Jessica was pulled away leaving her best friend with a mound of paperwork and know explanation for the behavior. Everything involving the human mind had an explanation! She'd learned that much from her classes at the collage. Growling she thumbed through her notes, no signs of abuse, physical, sexual or mental. His parent's were outstanding church members always had been. Why had she come the the club? No idea, she had planned on maybe dancing or enjoying the company of her friends. Instead she was here in this musty booth that smelt of stale alcohol staring at papers which were simply confusing her even more then before.

It would help so much if she could just talk to him she knew, but some part warned her that would be extremely stupid. She prided herself on common sense and trusted that voice, the same voice nagging her that she was missing something important. "What am I going to do?" she questioned the empty air around her. For once she admitted to herself she may have taken more on her plate then she could handle.

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

Somewhere in the tangle of dancers was Vallios, working his body in graceful smooth motions. His partner was a slim, short girl with a pretty pale face that was usually hidden behind her long dark brown bangs. But, she was not important...Vallios would either manage to ensnare her for a night of 'fun', or she'd be quickly forgotten as Vallios found someone else to share a bed with for the night.

Despite being a sociopath with no moral fiber or emotions, Vallios was quite 'social'...At least, in one aspect of the word. The town's hellion certainly got around, and did so quite frequently....So, criminally insane, and a nymphomaniac? Great mix. Really, perfect combination to be the antagonist of one of those thriller books that this Beth seemed infamous for losing herself in.

Yes, Vallios had noticed how the girl had always watched him like a hawk. Her scrupulous eye made his feats of destruction and discord difficult, but he'd managed to elude her watch every single time. The fact that she was so obsessed with his case, and the incidents around town gave Vallios a dark sense of satisfaction.

What it was like to be infamous.

 

[LostOne]

"Hey Beth!" Jessica said as she sat back down flushed and breathing heavily. "Guess who I spied dancing?" she looked up from the paperwork with a raised eyebrow her finger pausing on the line she'd been reading. "Um Anthony from the swim team?" she muttered taking a wild guest before looking back down at the report. It was of a fire that had broken out at one of the cabins tourists often rented. "No, its Mr. Destructive himself seems like the girl he's with is pretty taken with him right now."

Her head shot up and eyes frantically danced around the room picking out familiar faces. He was here and she'd missed it? She never missed it when he was anywhere instinctively picking him out among the crowds. "Where?" she said her eye dancing from figure to figure almost eagerly, another attempt to find out how he worked, and why so many women were drawn to him.
"James asks you out last week and you say no, but one mention of Vallios and you’re a fricken puppy dog." Jessica mumbled rolling her eyes before pointing "He's over there."

Slipping the papers into her bag she stood and made her way to the bar when she managed to locate him. Sitting down catty corner she was able to watch, without actually watching. Elizabeth didn't know who the girl was, but she was pretty entranced by the teen that moved so gracefully against her. Really what was so appealing, sometimes she thought she saw it. Then memories of dead family pets and mysterious fires pulled her out of it. Someone so unfeeling obviously didn't know what love was....

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

Vallios' partner excused herself to go get a drink after the song, and Vallios merely nodded and chuckled. Another faster, darker song with a heavier beat started. Vallios swaggered over to Beth, leaned forward enough to offer his hand to help her up. Such a gentleman sometimes, he was...

But only because this was a head game. Vallios was acting as if he had no clue that Beth had been ever following him. He gave her that seductive smirk, his crimson eyes blazing in the dark club. He tilted his head to the side slightly before he asked his question. The subtle movement caused the mane of raven hair that hung around his face to fall away to the side, revealing his handsome, pale visage. When he spoke his words held the slightest trace of a frigid northern accent.

"Care to dance?"

Vallios might, or might not had been planning to seduce Beth, just to make her study of him all the more complicated. The handsome teen was something of a lothario, a fact that he used often during his vicious schemes. And today, Vallios was definitely dressed the part of Lady-killer. He wore a pair of close fitting black leather pants, a long sleeved white silk shirt that was buttoned up to just the sternum, revealing most of the chiseled quality of his torso, and a simple leather cord decorated by fangs of many different predators. The necklace gave his outfit an outlandish and dangerous flair.

 

[LostOne]

She'd been busy contemplating the soda that she had gotten to drink to even realize that he was walking towards her. Or that the girl he'd been dancing with was now sitting three seats away with a drink of her own. The brunette had been trying to figure out a few things about the paper that sat beside the drink and her head shot up in surprise locking onto his crimson depths. Just the thought of his eyes on her made her wish she'd gone with a mini-skirt instead of the faded black jeans and purple halter top she wore now. He had that effect on most females she assumed.

Wait; Wait had he just asked her to dance? That can't have been right; she wasn't his type at all. Or at least from what she'd gathered about her observations he went for girls much different then her. Then again a single dance, if she tried she could get a lot of information about him in a single dance. "Sure, I guess." she commented accepting his hand, resisting the urge to jerk it back when his fingers wrapped around her own. Casually slipping the papers into her bag she pushed it towards the bartender who slipped the valuable information behind the bar area and stood.

The music danced across her skin as she walked with him onto the dance floor, the dark beat more intoxicating then the best stolen alcohol. Before Elizabeth had taken this case, she used to be here every weekend just dancing. She loved music, almost as much as she loved her collage major. Rolling her head back once she let her thick brown locks fall behind her before letting the music carry her away just enough that he didn't push much thought into the questions she was about to ask him.

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

Vallios' movements were fluid and seductive, his hips brushing against hers on the off-beat, his body slipping by in perfect sync with the bass. Every movement flexed one of his chiseled muscle groups, each step flaunting his sculpted body. Vallios' hands rested lightly on Beth's hips, light touches and gentle caresses moving along her sides, gentle teasing touches to help pull her deeper into the trance that was probably threatening to overtake her.

Naturally a few heads turned as they saw Vallios dancing with Beth. It was certainly strange, Vallios generally went for the less 'wholesome' girls. But Beth's investigation of his 'case' made the prospect of seducing her so much more inviting. He saw Beth as a possible source of years of amusement. Perhaps he'd even let her become his 'friend'...Give her morsels of useless information that seemed crucially important.

Yes, that'd be fun. The more of a trip he could get Beth going on, the longer he'd be laughing. A wicked smile curved Vallios' lips as he thought about the time when he decided to reveal his gifts to her...Show her what he could do. Hopefully she was one of those gifted humans that could see spirits.

 

[LostOne]

A small ripple of pleasure flushed against her skin whenever his hip brushed her own. The music caressed her body along with his touches and soon enough she'd forgotten what her plan was. Hands rested on his exposed chest light enough to be innocent but there none the less. Too the left her friend stared at her in surprise. Dancing with Vallios? The girl must've gotten brave because she'd never approached him before.

The thrum of the base felt like electricity that sparked the long forgotten passion. Hips turned and teased in time with the music and she was smiling at him. A full grin though she wasn't focused on him as much as she was on the music. Beth ran her hands up his chest moving to rest onto his shoulders still innocent but pushing their bodies closer together. It wasn't dirty dancing, but it still attracted the attention of more then one person.

Then the song stopped and she found herself back on earth and aware that people where whispering. "Guess good girl Elizabeth, has a naughty streak in her after all James." came the voice of one of the other jocks at her collage. She glared at them with a look so venomous that it seemed to sizzle as it landed on him. The teen immediately shut up and looked down, "Look, I'm sorry." she called over the new song. "I....just got caught up. I should probably leave." and she turned to pull away.

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"Mmm, tragic. I was just starting to enjoy your company."

Vallios snapped his fingers and the light hanging above the table the jocks were gathered around snapped and broke free with a crackle of electricity. The lamp went crashing onto the table, it's paper shade burning as it hit. Spilled hard Alcohol met flame, and the entire table was quickly engulfed in flames. Oddly enough, the flames stuck to the table, and only the table. It was enough of a scare to probably make the gang of hecklers clear the fuck out though. When Beth tried to step away, Vallios spun her teasingly into another dance.

"I don't think they'll bother us again, sure you don't have time for one more?" He asked in that entrancing purr.

Vallios pressed his hips ever so lightly against Beth's, rubbing against her in the gentlest of teases. He drew upon his demonic bloodline, attempting to sway Beth's will through unholy power. It wasn't exactly possession, just strong suggestion. He willed her to let her guard down, to get a little closer...

 

[LostOne]

She jumped and backed up as the fire burned the small table and the boys went flying out the door along with her ride home. Looking up at her dance partner curiously she watched as the bartender put it out with the small extinguisher before waving at the Dj to continue. That had been odd to be certain, especially how the fire hadn't spread. Turning she shook her head softly and sighed figuring another dance wouldn't hurt.

"I...suppose so." she muttered softly eye glazing over for a brief moment. The teen could indeed see spirits; it had been a bother from a very young age. Eventually she learned to ignore the cold breezes and soft whispers that followed her every once in awhile. Now it was nothing more then a soft annoyance now, one of her darker secrets.

The remains of the fire still in her eyes she allowed him to touch and tease as she started to dance. Her hands moved down nail marks making a brief score in his exposed chest as her hips pressed against his own. What was letting lose going to do? Just one dance where she didn't have to worry about church or school, or her stupid volunteer case. What harm could it do?