2. Don Juan's Suicide
Johnny stares at himself in a mirror as he clips on a final cufflink to his Spanish-styled shirt and places a thick gold ring on the index finger of his right hand. His dark chocolate brown eyes stare passionately into the mirror as he reaches for his mask. He places the black mask over his warm tanned skin, covering up all areas surrounding his eyes. He finishes by tying it in a knot in the back of his head. He swirls his black cape round him and ties it on and finishes up the final touches with his black Zorro style hat.
"Bueno." He says quietly and turns to leave his home.
Johnny promenades down the streets, but cares not too pay attention to those who look at him in awe. He is an incredibly attractive man, and no doubt could get any woman he wants.
Johnny walks into a hotel restaurant and stands atop stairs that overlook the entire dining area. In the very back of the room, next to the band, he spots a young woman of about 30 years of age who appears to be waiting for someone. He immediately walks over to the woman.
"May I?" he inquires her, placing a velvet hand on the chair.
"I'm waiting for someone." She replies, smirking at his get-up.
"Well may I sit and keep you company until he arrives?" He asks, his voice soft and smooth; his Spanish accent pining.
"Sure. Why not?" She replies, still amused by this man's attire and personality.
Johnny takes a seat across from the woman and gazes into her eyes.
"When was the last time you felt the gentle touch of someone's hand on yours?" He asks, sensually taking her hand. "The touch, so soft, stimulates through the fingers a feeling so gentle that no words can describe the sensation."
The woman is now fully intrigued by this masked stranger and his seductive touch. As he caresses her hand, she feels goosebumps begin to coat her entire body, and a chill of seduction run up her spine. "Who are you?" She asks softly, her eyes now becoming full of lust.
"Why, I am Don Juan DeMarco, the greatest lover in all the world." He replies, his accent beaming and his eyes radiant.
The woman continues to look at him. "And you can please a woman like no other?"
"Yes. There is a certain way in which a woman must be held; caressed ever so softly all over her body. All it takes is a gentle touch, for each woman is beautiful in her own way. You know, a woman's hand is like her leg; as you caress her finger, it is like touching her lower leg, and as you move up her finger, it is like caressing her knee, and further...her thigh; " At this point, the woman is so full of lust from Don Juan's seduction, she urges him to take her immediately.
Johnny makes love to the woman just as he has to every other woman he has made love to. He caresses his body with a tender touch, his lips following his every move. She has never been held or loved like this before, and when the love-making has ended, she feels rejuvenated and energized.
Johnny leads the woman back down to the restaurant.
"Wow, that was amazing." The woman sighs, gazing romantically into Johnny's eyes.
"It is my pleasure to treat you as you should be treated, my lady." He replies softly, and kisses her hand with a gentle kiss.
He leads her back to her table and parts with her, just in time, as her dinner-date arrives. She greets her date with a warm inviting smile, but out of the corner of her eye, she watches as Don Juan DeMarco, the greatest lover in the world, departs.
Night is upon New York and Johnny walks the streets alone, each person who passes him looking at him in awe and suspicion for his appearance. Some women gape at his handsome features, and some snicker at his clothing; yet none of these women appear to truly interest Johnny as he continues his journey down the busy streets.
Johnny finally arrives to a building and walks inside. He takes the elevator up to the top floor of the building and makes his way out to the roof where he draws his sword. He paces impatiently while clutching his rapier, as though waiting the arrival of someone to duel. He walks over to the edge of the building and stands erect, hovering over the streets far below him. People on the streets far below site him standing up there and some panic in fear that he will jump off, thus claiming his life.
In no time, the police have arrived on the scene, as well as a fire truck with a ladder and basket which allowed some of the officers to get up to the roof. "Sir, what are you doing up here? You must come down!" An officer calls to Johnny from the rescue basket.
"No, no! You understand not; I am waiting for Don Octavio del Flores for our duel. Are you Don Octavio del Flores?" He asks, holding his rapier up high.
"No, I'm not Don Octavio del Flores. Why must you duel him?" The officer asks.
"He is supposed to fight me up here, and he must claim my life for me...for I have no reason left to live. Alas, my love is no where to be found."
"I see. Who are you?
"Why, I am Don Juan DeMarco...the world's greatest lover." Johnny replies, his accent strong.
"Ah yes, of course. Well don't do anything yet...I will try to find your Don Octavio del Flores for you then." The officer says, with not much experience in the psychology of this man. The officer descends to the streets and you are standing at the bottom waiting for the officer.
"What did he say?" You ask the officer. "He's clearly in need of your assistance, Dr. Tribianni." He replies. "He's suicidal...and he thinks he's Don Juan...you know, that Spanish lover?" "Oh...I see. Well let me up there. I'll get him down." You reply as the officer helps you into the rescue basket.
The basket ascends to the roof of the building where Don Juan is waiting patiently for his dueling opponent. He turns around to see the basket almost to where he is standing and notices you are in it...and not Don Octavio del Flores. "Where is Don Octavio del Flores?" He asks impatiently.
"He's not here." You reply sternly. "You must come down from here."
"No, you don't understand...I need to duel Don Octavio del Flores and he will send me to my death."
"Why do you want him to defeat you?" You ask, suddenly softened by his appearance, as you step out of the basket and onto the roof top.
"Because he has stolen my love...and I can ne'er find her." He replies, saddened.
"Well, I'm terribly sorry...what's your name?"
"Don Juan DeMarco! I am the world's greatest lover." He replies, his spirit suddenly brightening.
"I see. Well, Don Juan, I am...Señorita Angela Tribianni..." You say, holding out your hand to him. "I want to help you." "Well, Señorita Angela, will you take me to Don Octavio del Flores?" He asks, taking your hand.
"I can't promise anything, but I'll try." You reply with a smile, feeling slightly enchanted by him. He returns a smile and kisses your hand.
"Oh, thank you." You smile, suddenlt flattered by his gentleman-like gesture. "Come with me." You lead him into the basket and you both descend back to the streets