A show like no other (Open)

The city square seemed fairly normal, people of all races, genders, and ages walked the streets, a living embodiment of peace. Many children could be seen running around and giving their parents and bit of a hard time. A small group of them had gathered around a wooden sign, sitting decoratively in front of large simple clay pots, filled with some strange liquid and with swords bathing their blades in it.
The sign was covered with the hand drawn designs of fire licking at the edges and into a straight line under the words 'Adela: The Dazzling Beauty of Fire.' By now a crowd began to form around the small set up, and soon they were met with a glorious sight.
A breath taking woman stepped from the shadows of the near by trees. Her long, snow white hair pipnned up against the back of her head, and blood red eyes took in the crowd as she set a small display of decorative knives beside one of the clay pots. Her slender, yet shapely body was clad in firey red robes, and a large red bejewled necklace graced her upper chest.
With a smile she stood and walked toward the center of the display, lettitng her hair fall all around her in a somewhat messy display. The show was about to start. In a soft, siren like voice she adressed the crowd.
"Good day fair citizens, I am Adela, mistress and enchantress of fire. I do hope that all of you are prepared for dazzling feats of firey passion! Were my very life hangs in the balance, now please, allow me room to begin, I would hate for my lovely fans to be injured while simply trying to enjoy the show! That said, let us begin!"
The crowd backed away a good twenty feet, allowing Adela the space she had asked for. She stood in the center of her make shift stage, still as stone as she gathered herself. Once she was at peace with her mind, the show could begin.

Words spread quickly. Rumours tended to make it around within a day or so. From what Alan had learned, there was some sort of performer around. He didn't really care, though. It took quite a bit to amaze the werebeast. The obsidian haired male certainly had an eye for the arts. Fabric rustled as the taller gentleman moved about. His outfit was a simple dress shirt, a black tie, a vest, black pants, a black belt, and black boots. Roughly, he stood at a fair six feet and three inches. An eyepatch remained over his right eye. It was necessary considering he couldn't see out of that eye anymore.

Finally, a strong scent filled his nostrils. In response, he drew his lips into a thin line, showing a bitter reaction. It had a sort of copper scent with salt. He could determine a little bit from that much. There was a vampire around. Unlike most werebeasts, Alan had no issue with vampires. He just didn't prefer their scent. Nope. Alan Belcourt liked nicer scents such as flowers. Still, he continued his walk. How curious he was now.

Before he could reach the area, he reached into his pocket to pull out his cell phone. A half lidded eye focused on the time. It wasn't too late. Then he noted he had a message. Checking it, he gave a sigh. Just someone that needed a favour. He'd answer it later. The frosted blue eye of his moved to the left, then to the right. It were as if he were looking for someone or something. Never mind that now.

As soon as he reached the area, he noted the sign. The name was one he had never heard before. Then again, he didn't often go somewhere where there was a large group. A cigarette hung from his lips as he watched from the back. Finally, he dropped it and stepped on it. Once again in stride, he made his way to the front to see exactly what was going on. What he saw was a woman with snow white locks. She had crimson eyes, something most people considered common with either a demonic or vampiric race. Something about her attire seemed to be interesting, too. It was a fiery dress, most likely to match with her performance. So, she performed with fire?

"How dangerous," he muttered to himself. Alan proceeded to watch the female begin to dazzle the crowd, his arms folded over his chest.

The crowd thickened, Adela barely noticed the man stepping to the front of the crowd but she did. He was rather handsome, for a were-beast anyway, and he had the smell of tabacoo on him. So he smoked, not a very tasteful habbit, but look what she did for a living it wasn't much better for her. No mstter, with her breif inspection of the man over with, Adela once again focused on centering her thoughts toward her preformance.
She began to feel the warmth on her finger tips, then slowly it leeched toward the palms of her hands, up her arms and to her shoulders, the crowd leapt back as the entire length of both arms were englufed in bright flames. Now she was in the zone.
Adela let the spirit of fire take her, and she began to dance. Graceful, ballerina like movements that made people gasp as her arms reached close to any exposed skin on her body. The flames converged onto her hands, and with a puff of air she sent a mighty wave of them over the crowd, mothers grabbing their giggling children back out of a breif moment of fright.
The flames above them twisted and churned, until they formed a mighty pheonix. The firey bird raised it's wings up high, and bursted into a shower of twinkling sparks. The crowd was enthralled so far so good. Adela then quickly grabbed a hold of the sword soaking in lighter fluid, and the blades ignighted quickly.
Once again she danced, but this time was different. This time her body moved more eratically, almost like belly dancing as a small ringlet of fire surrounded her. The orbs of heat and light danced with her, moving against her skin and leaving nothing but soot behind. This truely was a show none of the people here would forget very soon.

It seemed the show had started off quickly. A simple display of flames burned from her shoulders to finger tips. While everyone else stood still, he watched carefully. He didn't mind. In fact, he based fire as his element of choice. The flames were certainly bright, but that was natural with fire. While studying fluid movements, Alan kept a stoic composure. After all, fire was only frightening if it was not handled properly.

Fluid dance movements followed suit. It was irony at its finest really. Weren't vampires supposed to have distaste for fire? No matter. He simply watched every movement as though he were trying to find something behind her talent. Before long, she sent a wave of fire over the crowd. The werebeast had heard mothers gasp and grab their children. Some even seemed fearful of the flames. Now, if they were such a way, why would they be at this performance?

Alan glanced up to see a phoenix rising. After such, it burst into sparks. Daringly, he held his hand out to catch one of the sparks. It seemed to have disappeared before it could touch his palm. Then she set a blade to a sword on fire. That seemed to catch his interest. What would she do with such a thing? No matter. The dance continued on. Moves became more haste as flames continued to move with the performer.

Not long after, the dance seemed to have come to an end. The crowd had burst into applause. Alan gave a calm clap compared to everyone else and their thunderous applause. However, he was more calm and collected than other people. Sure, the show was breathtaking, but he wasn't going to act like a child about it. However, if there was one thing, he needed to know who this performer was. Her talent certainly caught his interest.

As the applause began to accumulate, Adela ran her hand over the flames and the crowd could watch as the disappeared in a soft cloud of smoke. Adela bowed for her crowd before she placed the swords in another clay pot filled with water. Adela didn't like water, her base emelent obviously being fire, but it was yet another safety precaution.
She grabbed a towel and wipped the soot left on her alabaster face. That was a good show she thought as people tossed coins in the small wooden bucket she'd left out for 'donations'. As the crowd quickly dispursed, Adela took notice that the were-beast was staying.
A smirk played at her delicate lips, were-beasts could be so cute, if you were lucky to run into a docile one.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
She asked in a calm, unhindered voice as she began to wrap the knives back in the fabric she used to keep them out of reach of others.
"I took notice of you before the show began, oh yes. A were-beast, tendency of smoking, and a fire user as well. I can smell the soot on you, and it isn't from any ciagrette either."