A/N: Hey there, people! I'm so happy that I've got this posted finally! This is my very first fan fiction. SQUEE!
I hope you all are prepared for what is to come- this isn't exactly your everyday Joker fan fiction. This is going to be filled with murder, depression, and suicide. There is not going to be a happy ending to this. Many unpleasant things will happen. If you can't handle that then I suggest not reading this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Joker or any of that jazz. I do own Adrienne and the plot, though.
"Hellooo there…" An oily voice breathed out wickedly. Just after these words were uttered a warm body pressed firmly against my back. Finely toned muscles rippled at the subtle movements of this being behind me- this man behind me. Hot breath palpated against my collar; a fit of shivers shot up my spine from the sudden warmth.
A gloved hand lay haphazardly atop my dainty shoulder. The hand was just itching to latch onto my neck as though its very fingers were leeches that would suck away my vitality. Muscles began to tense and convulse as this monster's mind debated on what to do next; fear pulsed through my wild heart as I anxiously waited. Fingertips dug deep into my shoulder blade, with every passing moment their grip was tightened.
Do something, I desperately thought. I badly wanted to yell these words out to him, screaming them in his ears. I did not dare do this, though; my mouth was frozen shut as was my body still. Fear was to blame.
My thoughts seemed to have been answered as the gloved hand glided up my neck and face, caressing every inch of my skin as it did so, finally resting on my head. Butterflies beat the lining of my stomach mercilessly as I sat as a waiting duck while the appendage loitered for a few short moments.
Tenderly, the fingers began to knead my scalp. Relaxation rushed over my body as these expert hands magically ran through my hair.
Just as quickly as it came, it was ripped away from me as the hand wrenched back my head by black locks. My neck was being held at a painful angle as I was forced to look up at the dark abyss that was engulfing our bodies. The unknown secrets hidden within the never-ending nothingness hugged me closely- much more so than this creature behind me.
An animalistic growl came from deep within the depths of this man's throat in response to my groans of protest. He seemed to be enjoying my complaints, my suffering.
I became aware of a foreign object resting on my neck as the cold surface touched my skin. This monster's serpentine tongue shot out from his mouth, gliding quickly over the horrendous scars; reminding him the reason behind his need to torment people with his sadistic mind games.
The jagged blade buried into the tender flesh of my neck, cracking open the outer layer of skin almost silently as it did so. Another lick to his scars and the blade began to delve deeper. I whimpered in ecstasy; the sensation of knives carving into my flesh had always felt more pleasurable than painful.
"…Miss Bellow." He hissed out, breathing shallowly down my neck. His dark eyes followed the blood that began to trickle down my neck, leaving behind a sickening slug-like trail of red. A devious tongue met the front of the line and lapped up the liquid longingly. My knees weakened at the unfamiliar feeling- I had never even had my first kiss, let alone be savored like some sort of lollipop.
A deep moan vibrated through the man's mouth as his taste buds went a-flight from the heavenly delicacy that is life. "Or, do you prefer Adrienne?" He inquired, his breath tickling the crook of my neck as he spoke.
I began to open my mouth and form my answer, ready to verbalize the 'yes' crawling up my throat, but was quickly stopped as my respiration halted from a pair of grimy yellow teeth gnawing at the soft cartilage in my earlobe. Trembles rolled through my being as a blissful sensation burned like wildfire.
"Toots- ya know, I've been expec-t-ing you." The man hissed darkly, unpleased with me for some reason that I had no knowledge of. The hand clutching onto my hair pulled back even further; now I was looking directly behind me. Emerald eyes should have gazed upon the face of my assailant, yet nothing graced my line of vision. Nothing but complete and total darkness.
A cheek caked in some sort of viscous substance rested on mine own, blemishing it. "It's not…" He growled whilst running the sharp slab of metal along the opposite cheek, "It's no-t nice to make people wait." Each word slithered out from behind his clenched teeth, dripping in deadly venom.
"Wait?" I chocked out hoarsely due to the harsh bend to my vocal chords and esophagus. Confusion fogged over my mind as I pondered his words. Waiting- how could this be done if I had no intention to come here and meet with him? Though, possibly, he knew that I would be here and I came a little later than what he had wanted.
An oily giggle erupted from the man's disheveled lips at the innocence of my question. "Yes. Wait." He spat coldly, "Ya know- anxiously checking the clock every second, tapping your foot, impatiently walking back and forth…" He pocketed the gleaming knife in his jacket and soon replacing it was the bare skin of my thigh. "I would only expec-t this behav-ee-or from you, though. You haven't exactly been one to show courtesy."
Tempted I was to interject with a question, ask him what he meant by his idiotic babbling. The thought quickly left me, though, as the leathery hand rubbed the inside of my leg softly while the man growled eagerly into my ear. I screwed my eyes shut as his excitement became quite obvious, making me slightly uncomfortable.
The last thing that flew around my head was the shrill sound of sadistic cackling, piercing the cool air with the cruelty behind it…
My eyes shot open and warily glanced around the room, expecting that man to be standing over my body; watching me, wanting me… A cold sweat had formed on my forehead, wetting my dark hair and filling my nostrils with its sickening smell. My breathing was quick and shallow as I tried to fill my heart with enough oxygen.
A hand slowly made its way to my neck, feeling around for some sort of cut. Shakily, I sighed as I sat up, a hand swiping at the sweat on my brow.
I knew that voice- that laugh. Something about it caused a pang of lust to rush through my body and my knees to go slack. Something about the way that man had joked so easily in a situation so tense; the way he was so casual though his intentions were so dark. The way he enunciated each word so sharply to make his point. All so familiar.
I peered at my lovely Eeyore clock with reluctance: 5:43 AM. This morning the plush figure greeted me with a cheeky grin, laughing at my current situation of fatigue, rather than the normal loving look of the sad creature. Groaning in annoyance I pushed aside my royal blue blanket. "Stupid dream…" I muttered before unsteadily getting up from the plush bed.
A line of curses rushed from my mouth as I swayed side-to-side from my stupor. My vision went black from the sudden movements I made whilst trying to steady my frail body. Feet bracing the ground and hands hopelessly gripping the closest object, I finally was brought back to my senses.
The repulsive smell of cooking onions slid around my nose in a reminder of my current situation of grotesqueness. "I need a shower…" I said in disgust while sniffing my moist pits of doom, "I smell like a dirty jock-strap."
I went about my morning ritual as normal, thoughts of the dream gracing my mind ever so slightly. I was mainly thinking about what my lunch for the day would be, a sandwich or some soup.
Once all of my doings were complete, I marched myself out to the purple Volkswagen Bug parked in my driveway. Green upholstery covered each seat, therefore filling the car with one of my favorite colors. Purple and green- so beautiful together, so lonely apart. I plopped down onto the driver's seat and revved up the mechanical beast.
The sound of Marilyn Manson's voice filled the small car, greedily reaching into every little crevice. My fingers tapped along to the beat on the steering wheel, which I had wrapped in a beautiful green duct tape in order to hide the hideousness that burned my poor eyes before. I enthusiastically sang along to the lyrics of one of my favorite songs, "If I Was Your Vampire"
Beyond the pale
Everything's black
No turning back.
Beyond the pale
Everything's black
No turning back.
I veered the car to the right, pulling into the parking lot of my job at the local Borders. My eyes were locked on the cold glass doors with much distaste. Do I dare to tread on those floors of false warmth and care? There was really not much choice to do this, actually. Going to my job was a duty to the society, as my father would put it, "One must work hard to have the luxuries of life." So, reluctantly I marched myself into that place of evil.
Standing at a register for hours and dealing with fussy customers wasn't exactly a bucket of joy, if you ask me. The arches of my feet were screaming in anguish because I had been standing at the same spot for such a long time. Shifting awkwardly with a sigh, my green eyes lurked over the clock's face.
"Lunch!" I screeched out in glee as I saw that the big and little hands were hovering over the '12' so gaily. I lurched over the slick counter top and gracefully landed on my feet with a triumphant smile. This earned myself a few looks of astonishment and scolding glares; I didn't care, though. I had wanted to do that for a long time now, but never really had a reason to do it.
The café smelled strongly of coffee and chocolate as I approached it dutifully, my lunch in hand. In response my stomach roared in hunger; it always got overly excited so easily. Caressing my stomach I tried to ease it, "Shh… I will fill you with many things of wonder shortly, my dear."
An elderly couple sat at a table not too far from mine; they were looking lovingly into one another's eyes. Their hands intertwined, gripping tightly in a beautiful embrace of commitment. My heart ached painfully; I could feel their adoration for each other emanating from them despite the few feet between us. Tears blurred my vision as I longingly watched them share little nothings of love.
Never has anyone gazed into my eyes as they did, nor has anyone held me so affectionately. I yearned to have something like that- at least half of the passion they shared.
I adverted my eyes the best I could and anxiously bit into my sandwich. Luckily for me the couple decided to leave just then, relieving me of the feeling of dread and want.
A few moments later my seemingly calm meal was interrupted by two teenaged girls yapping away obnoxiously.
"Oh. My. Gawd." A brunette exclaimed delightfully. "The Joker has to be the most smextastic guy ever." Her eyes glazed over with a look of distance as she recalled the wonders of The Dark Knight.
"Sarah, seriously. You have the worst taste in guys." Her blond friend interjected coldly. She shook her head disapprovingly at Sarah's obsessive thoughts. "It was Batman that was unbelievably good-looking."
"Excuse me, Zafo?" Sarah said in disgust. "The Joker was perfect… everything was amazing down to his laugh. What about your little Batman, huh? What amazing little things did he do?"
Realization hit me like a ton of bricks. His laugh. My mind ran wild as I went over every little aspect of my dream. No wonder why it all seemed so familiar… the man was from my favorite movie. The very movie I had seen, about 10 times now, solely for this character- the Joker.
I mentally scolded myself. How could I not have noticed who it was at first? That was completely un-fangirl like of me to not catch. Now that I figured it out, though, I was excited. Finally this man graced my dreams. In such close quarters, too!
Butterflies went on a rampage as I remembered the way he touched me so sensually. The lust I felt from seeing him in the movies didn't compare to what I was feeling then. I wanted to relive that dream- except this time pounce on him and ravage his gorgeous being. Licking my lips, clips of fantasies rolled over my mind's inner movie screen. So badly I wanted to reenact these; to do the nasty with this insane creature.
The soft beeping of my wrist watch disturbed my dirty thoughts and brought me back to reality. Grunting angrily I marched off to the register of doom again- not even slightly ready to finish off my shift.
A/N: What did ya think, dearies? Please give me some pointers on what I can fix. I would really appreciate it!
Hah, the other night I had this weird Joker dream... well, it wasn't the real Joker. It was one of those people that you see on YouTube that dress up as the Joker and what-not. Well, we were at this huge indoor jungle gym thing. The Joker was in front of me and in front of him were these people that were climbing really slow and Mister J was not pleased by this. He was really annoyed... When we got to the top he exclaimed, "Finally! They were so frickin' slow!" Then he looked down and saw that we were like 300 feet above the ground. He freaked out and then this helicopter came and saved him. xD Yes... a helicopter. :P
