Disclaimers: I apologize for not writing this in the first chapter but…I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OTHER CHARACTERS FROM J K ROWLING'S BOOKS. (*CRY CRY* OTHERWISE I'D BE A MILLIONARE TOO…) *AHEM* I own Lapis Lazuli Azure Black, so if anyone wants to use her, please e-mail me first, okies??
Okay, after the first three chapters, I'd like to give a few people some thanks. ^_^
Muffinlover: I really appreciate your enthusiasm and hope you continue to like this story as I go on. ^_-
chris-black: Thanks, dude! Don't worry I update pretty fast so far… ^o^
Black Jaguar12: Yesh, Lazul is a witch. ^_- And there's gonna be more to it than just that…I still have her family to introduce. *LoL* And I agree…guy's just DON'T get us. ^_^
Superduperducky: *LoL* Dun worry, that's why I have a spellchecker. ^_^U Thanks for reading!
Jaime L. Fratilla: Awww… #^_^# I dun thinks so….demo, arigato for your praise! I shall do my best to continue writing like I do.
Canon Defender: Thanks for not hating. ^_^ Demo, Lapis Lazuli is actually one name, ^_^U it's a gemstone and I used it for reference to her English side. Also, my siblings have four names…and I would have also except my daddy thinks that my name should have just been made up of one syllable. -__-U While I also appreciate constructive criticism, I will politely decline the offer to re-write Lazul. I like her and I know a few other people do too, so *shrug* I'm just gonna keep her that way. Besides, changing her origin would just screw up my plot. ^_- By the by…I happened to read your bio, and I was just curious as to what is a "Mary-Sue" O.O? And please don't assume that if I don't take the test you have provided that I do not truly love and appreciate my character. I wouldn't be writing about her if I didn't. ^_^ Domo arigato!
…Now! On with the fourth chapter! ^__^
Salem's Lot
Chapter 4: Riot Girl
Lazul gasped deeply for the wonderful oxygen around her. There just didn't seem to be enough of the precious stuff when she was done. And this was only the opening act! She slipped her arms out of the suspenders she'd donned for the performance, walking as speedily as possible to the dressing room. There was about half an hour until the show actually started, and she had to apply all of that damn non-smear stage make-up for the real performance. Naturally, she needed all the time she could get to give these poor deprived people a real show.
The experience had filled her senses and given her wings as she'd flown through each and every step of the intricate dance patterns. The adrenaline she'd gotten just from the expressions on the few people's faces had heightened everything. She could smell the anticipation, hear each and every single breath that was drawn…Lazul had to restrain herself from completely losing her sanity. She'd felt all of it, down to the last drop of sweat. She had especially felt the magic. Oh yes, the silken strings that flowed effortlessly along every living thing had begun to string themselves tightly about her very soul. Lazul could draw on them like little candle flames yearning to be drawn towards a larger, much more devastating blaze. Her body ached to do it, but her mind and heart kept her feet firmly planted to the ground before and after each and every leap.
Momma may not have raised a proper young lady, but she hadn't raised a fool. Lazul knew better than to manipulate things that didn't belong to you. Even if they screamed to be meddled with, the policy was "do not touch". Period. No substitutions, exceptions, or refunds.
She slid out of her slacks, which were sweat covered and sticky, and rubbed her body down in a towel before sitting down to do her make up in front of a mirror that was closest to the air conditioning unit. Lazul applied the stuff routinely, managing to pull back and gel her boyish cropped raven hair back into a fake bun, adding a feathered hair piece in the back. Two colored streaks stood out form the black shimmering locks, one deepest emerald, and the other dark violet, in color coordination with her make-up. In this scene, she would appear as the songbird. A creature with the attitude of a mockingbird, the regality of a peacock, and the grace of a swan. Beauty in motion, basically, which Lazul had no problem pulling off as long as there was plenty of time to stretch. She bit back a curse as she poked her scalp with a bobby pin, and continued to add more color to her face, as she slid into a sapphire, teal, purple, and lime green body suit.
Along with the rush she'd felt, taking in the addicting thrill of the audiences' reaction, there had been a different sort of rush. It had the familiar brush of ethereal sprites, tugging her into the direction of unveiling her deadliest, most precious secret. The temptation of using magic had grown very strong within the past few hours. She wasn't sure why, but the atmosphere around her had changed drastically upon their arrival to London. It was an interesting thing. It was as if…she was home. Of course, anywhere her mother was was a home to Lazul. They could've been forced to stay in that god-awful shack her Aunt Mayflower kept in southern Salem County, and she wouldn't have complained, although there might have been a few degrading conversations concerning her skills and practices.
More strangely, Lazul had pinpointed the direction of this tug, and identified the source. A boy, possibly her age, maybe older (but not by much), had been sitting third-row center, in a striped shirt with jeans that looked too small for him. His hair had been deep brown, not quite black but just dark enough you might be able to mistake it, and awfully messy. Even now, Lazul had an itch in her hand that demanded to grab a brush and take it to his head. She shrugged it off quickly, smoothing down her own hair and instead thought about his eyes. They had been the brightest and most alluring shade of green she'd ever seen. They stared curiously up at her with the same awe she'd received from the rest of the audience, but instead of simply admiring her, his had been contemplative, decisive. They'd been measuring her up and down, taking in every flick of the wrist, every turn of her head. The fact that he seemed to need glasses only added sophistication to that gaze.
Lazul smirked at her reflection, reminding herself that there were plenty of green-eyed boys in her current school with just as hungry gazes as that one's had been. Obviously he'd never had a real girlfriend before or she would have caught a slight leer. But no, his face had been genuine…with the promise of safety. She shook her head quickly, grabbing her props, flowing sheer drapes of the same shades as her costume that hung about her wrists from elastic straps, and a pair of drumsticks. Both had tassels dangling prettily from the ends. Part of this act was a little bit of flashing powder and thunder and lightning. Lazul was always up for a little song, a little dance, and a whole lot of rioting.
Hey? What good was performing if you couldn't shake things up a little?
^_^U I think I'm going to swap from one person's POV to the next each chapter. It seems to work nicely with the flow of plot. Please let me know what y'all think! Luv and Bunnies…
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