Fleur DeLille's History (WIP)

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An Off Day

Faye was having an off day today. Silently, the woman walked through the streets of Hargeon Town just trying to figure out what's going on with her today. She wasn't ill, she felt healthy. She could jump over walls and climb trees with ease. No one had stolen any of prey that the woman tried to get for herself either. Nor did she get herself wet jumping into any puddles-which there was none. The ground was dry with a bit of moisture in it, plus the sun was out beating it's rays down on her pale skin.
For a moment, she glanced at her skin and thought, 'Maybe I should let myself get tanned?' Right after that thought the woman shuddered in disgust. 'Me? Be tan? Ugh! As if I'd stop using sunscreen or my whitening cream! What is up with me today?!' The twenty year old's mind flashed to earlier.
She was just about to get another prey when suddenly, something caught the corner of her eye. There laid a shop filled with jewelry in the window. One mannequin bust with a sparkling tiara is what stood out the most to her. Faye stopped walking, letting her prey get away she stared at the tiara almost hypnotized. She could see her reflection into the shop's window with her head perfectly matching the same height and angle as the mannequin. From her point of view, it looked like the tiara was sitting on her head. Suddenly, she felt a sort of rage forming from a deep, deep and dark part of her heart, a part she didn't even knew she exist. Then, without even thinking about it, she in a furious and acidic tone, softly said, "That tiara should be mine!"
The twenty year old not only shocked but repulsed by the fact she wanted some tiara from a tiny not even big shop. The jewels on it was probably not even 100% real. 'However, the design of the tiara itself...' Miss DevLin began to think. 'Looks fit for a queen.' Faye shuddered. "What is wrong with me?" She moaned silently while placing her hand on her forehead. 'Maybe I ate something bad.' The woman paused in her thoughts, before her mind flashed to when she ate at a restaurant. Faye had ordered some cherry pancakes. When she had gotten her plate, she noticed the cherries looked a bit odd but decided to push it to the back of her mind. 'It was those cherries! My one true love, my most trusted friend has gotten all delusional!' Screaming within her mind, in agony. Recomposing herself within her own mind, Faye simply shrugged and walked on, attempting to find another prey. 'Tomorrow I won't be like this.'

Unfortunately for her, this was only the beginning of Faye changing.


Month 2

Faye managed to nab herself a nice little servant in the month before. A short man...woman...person. Well, gender didn't matter to Faye anyway! All she knew was that they were very loyal to her and gave no second thought following her command. It took hardly any effort to get this person on her side too! Currently the twenty year old and her follower walked through the streets of Crocus. The day was cloudy, yet the clouds weren't a dark gray color but a light gray color as if the sun was fighting to push it's rays through the clouds but could only penetrate just a bit of the surface.

A man walked past Faye. He looked to be the perfect prey, his lean body with his shoulders and head down. The way his feet dragged with every step. The woman decided to pursuit him but not before telling her follower to keep a good enough distance. After all, she didn't want this hunt to go wrong. The twenty year old took a breath, stopped then started to walk differently. Her calm, smooth with harshness as if she were stabbing people with her stilettos, steps were replaced by clumsy, energetic with a sort of gentleness as if she were in ballet shoes. As the woman walked, she peeled her black reaching her knees double breasted coat off, tossing it back towards her follower.

Smoothly speeding up and turning the walk to a light jog, she eventually caught up with the man. Faye tapped his shoulder and with a smile plus eyes filled with worry she began to speak, "Excuse me mister, is something wrong?" The man turned to look at her and gave a heavy sigh. "So there is something wrong." The woman concluded. "Did someone die?" In an innocent tone the twenty year old asked. "You care?" In a bored tone the man asked. Faye paused, "Um..yes! I care about everyone. That includes you," she stabbed his shoulder with her index finger. "Too!" "Huh, what a chipper lady you are." "Chipper? So um..are you going to tell me why you are so down mister?" The man sighed heavily once more. " I guess if I were to tell someone my problems. It might as well be some strange woman on the street." Faye nodded in agreement. "Yep! Yep!" The man began his tale.

Throughout the entire time Faye wasn't so deeply listening to it but nodded and added things in every now and then. When there was an opportunity for it, the twenty year old started to wrap her finger around him. Twirling him around and around as if he were a thread being spun around a bobbin. The woman made sure to look deeply in his eyes and to touch him also. Just to give him the feeling that he really cared. Though for some reason as he talked about the betrayals that happened to him, Faye was actually feeling a genuine emotion of sympathy. As if she had actually been betrayed. That feeling grew as she thought about what an outcast he was. This was all so new to Faye. She hadn't felt such a feeling in years! The woman loathed this. She wanted all of this to end. Despite the twenty year old feeling strongly repulsed by the feeling she decided to continue to make him hers.


Month 6

Faye was tired and upset. She felt so unlike herself. The twenty year old was also so tired of constantly switching back and forth between Faye and Fleur. Faye even drove herself crazy trying to figure out who's the real one, who should stay or leave. In the past the woman decided to fight to stay as Faye, to not become Fleur and it was not too difficult. Fleur was fighting, she kept getting stronger whereas Faye was getting weaker and weaker. She's even thinking and feeling like she should just give her spot up for Miss bleachy hair. The woman loathed the thoughts and feelings that was currently going through her system.
Hearing the footsteps of her 3 followers coming back from the errand Faye had them going on, she decided to recompose herself as fast as she could.

Month 10

With now approximately 6 followers, Faye should be feeling quite happy. However, she isn't. The woman's body constantly isn't wanting to do what she orders it too. Her face gives off less emotions, there's even times when her body simply doesn't move at all. This plus the fact that she's pretty sure out of her and Fleur, only Faye knows what's going on. All of this frustrated Faye. So far, only 2 out of her 6 followers understand what's going on. Even though those two people have helped at times when Fleur took over the body, Faye knew the others were getting suspicious.

On the inside, deep within Faye laid a displeased Fleur. She couldn't believe what had been done to her! Many people decided to kick her out of Minstrel and get rid of her all for the sake of keeping the royal's family face up. All this time, when she felt that people truly didn't really like her because of her appearance. For some, it was much more, the fact that she was an illegitimate child.....possibly. Due to something so small that group of people not only tortured her mind but also twisted it along with the rest of her life. They changed her and thought they could all just get away with it! Well..they weren't.

Faye could feel a rising rage coming from within her, the woman had a feeling it was Fleur. Here she comes again, Faye thought. "They shall pay!" Fleur yelled, taking Faye's place once more. Faye's followers stared at the noblewoman possessing her body. Immediately, 2 of the dark haired woman's followers stepped in and attempted to lower the suspicions of the others. It didn't work. It was then that the the followers were going through a battle between each other. This fight began to damage their surroundings. Fleur looked down on all of them. "You dirty low lives! How dare you fisticuffs here?! Have you no shame for the damage you caused?!" What happened after that was quite blurry for Fleur. All she could remembering is waking up on a moving train...within crates surrounding her.


Month 12
Fleur was focused on her goal, to retrieve what was rightfully hers and then some. Nonchalantly looking at her tanned hand while tossing silver long locks of hair towards the back of her neck, the woman had that weird feeling again. The twenty year old was starting to go through something somewhat familiar to an out of body experience. While feeling the emotions she still felt, now the woman could also feel something of someone else, someone small and about to disappear from the world never to appear again. That small someone was only giving a soft cry of dread before it did disappear. The person didn't seem to be able to come back, this time it was permanent.

What Faye Devlin was:

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For quite a period of time, Fleur had been feeling just a slight bit odd. As if something within her very being was shifting. Strangely, this feeling felt familiar as if Miss DeLille had gone through this before somehow. As the days passed the feeling was getting stronger and stronger. Today though, for some reason it wasn't really that strong. Yet, at the same time it felt a bit faded as if the shifting was almost done turning into something else. The lady shook the feeling off as she opened a fan then began to fan herself. While doing this action, Miss DeLille could clearly see a dark strand of her hair. Yes, a dark strand. Fleur's usually light colored hair was now dark. Her haircut was changed to having bangs slightly brushed from her eyes to one section completely covering one eye. Maybe that is why the lady had felt that way? As the feelings grew stronger her hair did grew darker, though that is because she stopped lightening it. That was not the only thing that she stopped. The lady had also stopped tanning herself so much, in fact Fleur's skin tone was lighter.
The effect these feelings had on her truly showed itself in the appearance of the lady's skin color. Though Fleur had worked hard to keep a front when she was in the presence of other people, the strong feelings had bothered her quite a tad. It was bothersome to the point that the woman's own sleeping schedule was quite abnormal. Often, Miss DeLille woken up to see the moon shining it's eerie yet serene light upon her face. Perhaps it was also the current ritual of meeting the moon why despite these bothersome feelings that Miss DeLille couldn't keep herself tensed up. Usually in an unfortunate scenario such as the one that's still actively going on, the woman wouldn't dare to relax not even for a second. Fleur would keep herself tense due to tension being how the lady would shield herself additionally with preparing herself for nearly anything. This time however, Fleur couldn't help be feel more relaxed. It was peculiar.