The wind howled in warning as it raced across the arid lands, kicking up clouds of dust as it galloped, wailing eerily as it ripped through the skeletons of any life the land had once harbored. The clouds were thick and foreboding, dark and casting long grey shadows over the lands. A voice rang out over the wind.
Come little children, I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
The wind screamed louder, warning everyone to leave, trying to hide the voice in fear of the power it held. The wind's warning, however, fell on deaf ears. There were no more ears that could hear. The voice could not be silenced as it sang in even darker tones.
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows.
The wind wailed once more and doubled its speed, tearing to get away from the demon voice. It continued to leave the dust clouds in its wake, leaving them to be the audience to the ghost voice.
Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way,
Through all the pain and the sorrows.
The dust settled quickly, hiding itself in the dark soil, trying to hide from the enchanting voice.
Weep not, poor children, for life is this way,
Murdering beauty and passions
The earth seemed to quake at the sound that carried over the plains. The wind could not escape it, the dust tried to hide and the clouds were barely holding back the tears of fear.
Hush now, dear children, it must be this way
To weary of life and deceptions
Rest now, my children, for soon we'll away
Into the calm and the quiet
The clouds could no more. They burst, their tears spilling to the earth, landing in harsh blows as they poured. They feared the voice and the song of death it sung. In the horizon, a lone figure stood, rags billowing out around her as her voice traveled over the flat landscape. Those who looked at her would have seen her flickering form as it danced between images of youth, images of age and images of death. Her voice lulled the wind into dancing with her, spinning around and around to form a twister around her form.
The wind wailed, sorrowful that it had gotten entranced by the beautiful voice that had been the downfall of so many. The dust too, came closer as the wind swept them up in great swirling clouds. The rain became thicker.
Come little children, I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows
Her voice faded and the rags folded into nothingness. The dust slowly came to rest, the wind regained calmness, but the rain kept on falling. The wind now walked the lands, breezing instead of howling. It seemed to gaze out over the horizon, a wise look to him.
The siren had moved on.
XXX
Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons so do we
A beautiful, crystalline voice cut through the air, pouring the beautiful melody into the ears of everyone that was listening. The audience was enthralled by the voice of the beautiful woman standing on the stage in the opera theatre. Wearing a beautiful cream coloured ball gown that was decorated in crystals that seemed to fall from the bodice, a raven haired woman stood, tall and with elegant poise. Her bright green eyes fell on the crowd as though gazing at a lover, a faint smile on her lips.
But please promise me that sometimes,
You will think of me!
The audience roared as she completed the beautiful aria, with loud whistles penetrating the air. The woman bowed gracefully as the curtains closed. They opened again slightly, just enough for her to walk through, trying to avoid stepping on the beautiful flowers that were being thrown onto the stage. She bowed again, blowing kisses as she straightened. There was a radiant smile on her face. From the wings a tall man in a tuxedo walked up and after giving her a kiss on each cheek, gave her an enormous bouquet of flowers. They turned to the crowd, took hands and bowed one final time before turning to leave the stage.
The audience was still applauding until they finally left the stage.
XXX
"Darling, you did absolutely splendid!"
"Thank you, mother. Did you enjoy the performance?" Sitting in front of her mirror in her backstage dressing room that she shared with several cast members, Leah Emilia de Noire started the arduous process of removing all the make-up and pins from her hair. She was half turned, facing her parents with a glowing smile.
"It was absolutely wonderful. You truly are our Nightingale!" Her mother cooed.
"Indeed. Your voice was simply marvellous." Leah's father was dressed in a magnificent black tuxedo with a red carnation pinned to the lapel. Her mother was in a beautiful black dress, but with silvery turning hair that was neatly curled, also with a carnation tucked behind her right ear.
Leah blushed at the praise.
"Thank you. May I ask a favour?"
"Of course."
"Would it be alright if I went out with a few of my friends tonight? They are fellow cast members and would simply like to celebrate the ending of the performance."
"Of course!" Her mother cried happily. "I would not dream of keeping you from your friends, but pray tell, you are leaving tomorrow! Will we see you before the fight?"
"Of course!" Leah exclaimed. "I promise to be back by midnight. I shall try not to wake the entire household."
"Good. Now then, we'll be off. See you later, darling! Tata!" Her mother waved as she and her husband turned to leave.
"Goodnight." The door closed behind them, leaving the dressing room in silence for a brief moment before everyone erupted with laughter. Leah sighed loudly.
"Oh my word! That was like watching Pride and Prejudice! Effing classic, man!"
"I know right? 'Kimmy, dearest, would you fancy going for a spot of tea?' Flipping epic man!"
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You're not the ones who has to put up that performance every time you even dare look at your parents!" Leah stated amidst all the mockeries of the posh accent that was going around. She hated having to act so snobbish and was so glad that she would be returning to her normal classes tomorrow.
"True, but at least they are rolling in it! Not to mention those British accents!" They chuckled again and Leah could not maintain her irritated attitude. She started laughing.
"Alright, alright. You girls ready to party?!" She shouted and the dressing room filled with loud whoops. Carefully they all removed their costume pieces and slipped into their short dresses in preparation for their night out.
Leah straightened her long black hair and decided to wear a mid-thigh length red dress with a halter neck, along with black bangles and black stilettos. Last but not least, she placed a silver Venetian mask into her small clutch purse. The mask had black lace patterns close to the edges of the eyes, giving them a mysterious look.
All the girls wore similar garb and grabbed knee-length dark coats. It was a bit cold out tonight, with a slight chance of rain.
"C'mon girls! Let's see what Chicago has to offer!" The group of six girls cheered loudly as they climbed into the long black limousine that Leah's parents had left for her.
XXX
The club, 41, was an old fire truck station that had been renovated into a club that was renowned for its contemporary style in the old setting. It was not too uncommon to see the sleek black limousine pull up outside the club, but a few people stared anyway when they saw the beautiful girls climb out.
The bouncers rushed forwards to escort the girls into the club. There were loud moans and groans from the long queue that was standing outside as the people complained of the girls getting the VIP treatment.
"Right this way." The two well-built bouncers ushered the girls inside, taking them through a guarded elevator.
"Did your manager get the message?" Leah asked in a hushed tone.
"He will be waiting for you in his office. I will escort you ladies there."
"Excellent." She slipped a $50 note into his hand along with a small USB stick as she leaned closer and whispered something into his ear. He nodded swiftly.
"Well girls, it looks like we are going to have some serious fun tonight!" The girls giggled together as the elevator doors dinged open. The dull thumping of the music washed over them, and soon they could not hear each other clearly anymore. The bouncers stepped out, one leading them to the office and the other moved off to the DJ's sound desk. Leah watched out of the corner of her eye and giggled when she saw the DJ move his headphones to hear what the bouncer was saying, only to blanch slightly and look up to the second floor railing where the girls were.
Leah waved slightly and the DJ jolted a little before making furious preparations.
The bouncer led them to a door in the back of the main room. He was about to usher them in when Leah stopped him, whispering into his ear. The man nodded and moved into the office alone. He re-emerged second later and handed Leah a cheque. She inspected it critically before nodding to the girls. Each of them immediate shed their coats, handing it to the large man before removing their masks and securing it to their faces. The bouncer led them to a small side door which led down stairs to the stage.
Leah stepped in front of the bouncer, mask tight over face. Her friends had snuck into the crowd of people who moved to the heavy beat. The DJ looked over to the side of the stage, saw her there and hit play on the program that had been on the memory stick. Immediately all the lights and music cut out with a shaky warble and a few shrieks pierced the air, followed by a collective wail from the crowds.
Dundundun Duuuuun!
Dundundun Duuuuun!
Suddenly the beginning of Mozart's 5th symphony started to play with brief strobe light flashes. The crowd started shrieking loudly as they realised who had come. The first DJ left the stage as soon as the music started and for the first few seconds of the music as it was building. At the apex of the music, it started to catch like a broken record, not unlike the Wolfgang Gartner remix, as the lights flashed, a silhouette appearing in front of the turn tables. The bass dropped and the crowd returned to their lustful dancing with renewed vigour as the Temptress continued pumping new life into the club. One visit from The Temptress and any club will become flooded with business.
It was an epic job to have.
XXX
::Lieutenant Jazz reportin': Sector clear. No suspicious activity recorded. Ova'.::
::Report acknowledged, over. The twins are about to start their shift. You can take the rest of the night off, Jazz.:: The silver Pontiac Solstice purred happily as it received the message. The driver inside smiled.
::Thanks, Boss Bot. See ya' later.:: Inside the spotless Pontiac sat a tall, dark skinned African American man with wide shoulders. He was not overpoweringly muscled, but he was no scrawny pushover either. He wore a snug fitting tailored cream coloured suit with a blue dress shirt underneath with the top few buttons undone. The edge of a tattoo peeked out where the skin was exposed. He wore dark shades that covered his eyes entirely, with his hair dreadlocked and tied back into a ponytail with strands that hung just below the shoulders.
Jazz continued to drive around the city looking for something to entertain him when he picked up a different sound coming from one of the buildings; a sound that had gotten everyone outside and inside into a frenzy. Apparently there was some big shot DJ performing. His scanners tuned to the sounds of the screaming people outside and he picked up bits and pieces of shouted conversation.
"…od! It's the Temptress! We've go…"
"…o way bro! She's at our clu…"
"…ver DREAMED that I could get to see the Temptress perform! I've got to get ins…"
Jazz frowned slightly. There was no scheduled performance by registered by the name 'The Temptress', but then his memory logs brought up some articles that he had read a while ago.
The Temptress is a female DJ that spontaneously performs at various clubs. Her music is considered the best in the clubbing business and one visit from her boosts attendance to a club threefold. It is rare for her to visit a club more than once and usually chooses a club at random.
People are never sure what she looks like. Some say she's blond and short, others say she's a sexy brunette but everyone agreed that she always wears a mask.
Jazz smirked and decided to pull up beside the club, revving loudly as he did. Heads turned and few guys whistled at the car as Jazz climbed out, radiating an aura of style and coolness with just a hint of gangster swagger. He walked towards the club entrance. The bouncers stepped out of the way for him as he slipped a $100 note into their pockets.
He stepped into the VIP elevator, taking off his shades and placing them into a hidden pocket inside his jacket. His dark blue eyes smouldered in the light as he listened to the dull bass that penetrated the walls. Just before the doors opened, he could hear the music change slightly, only to gain a more seductive edge just as the door opened. Smirking, Jazz walked out with a confident gait and soon the girls were looking at him with quite suggestive eyes. He walked over to the railing that overlooked the ever moving sea of people on the large dance floor and leaned on it as he gazed around, observing everyone.
The lights cut out again before the tune of a new song started up and it stayed dark until it started flashing when the vocals started.
Hey, it's 7:45
You go work at 8 so you tell a couple lies (good morning)
You were in the club past midnight
How you going home when you're going on a trip like…
Leaning against the railing, Jazz was the only person that noticed that the raven haired DJ had become a blond.
'Most interesting' Jazz mused before moving off to find a drink.
I'M BACK BABY!
Hi guys! This is the beginning of a story thread that I think can have a pretty good run. I ACTUALLY know how I want it to end! :3
Anyhoo, this is a tester to see if there is any interest for this story before I continue posting. I will not be able to promise regular updates as of yet, but who knows? Maybe we can pull it off!
This will be a JazzxOC and I might consider making it an M sometime, but it is most likely not going to happen or happen anytime soon.
So please Review just so that I can get a general idea what you guys think of this! :3
'Till we meet again!
(Sigh) I don't own any of the hasbro, transformers, yadda yadda yadda you get the picture. Oh! The songs respectively are:
Come little children - Kate Covington
Think of Me - Phantom of the Opera
7:45 - Ross Jack