{{It didn't work out in the American School Program,..thing, so I'll use that basis here..}}
Lavenders features suddenly smirked. No, she did not want to hurt Max, specifically, for he was a close friend, but she was losing her control. And as the smirk widened to a dead, wicked grin, she lost a little bit more.
"Don't do this! Oh, dear!" she hissed, mocking Max now.
Lavender laughed, her tones no longer melodious and soft, but hating, cruel, and just wicked. In a flash, she lurched off the table, which went spinning behind her, and drove at Payne, elbowing her roughly in the jaw, and sending her spinning. When she came round full circle, Lavender kicked out, much as she had with Keith, and sent her spinning over to lay, right next to him. Just for good measure, it seemed.
In the midst of that, Lavenders form itself had changed.
Her once green eyes, now resembled the gates to the deepest depths of Hell. Cold as the stone, her pale, colorless skin now animated, her eyes were opposites of the warm, understanding, merciful greens they once had been. Now, should one take a glimpse into them, they would find a cold being, uncaring to the extent of resentment, merciless and murderous, red as the fires of Death.
Lavender nearly purred, her aura growing, though not in exactly magics, but black, pure power.
Scary thing, no, she wasn't exactly 'aggravated' now. In this new form she had taken up, this was her mellow state. Her form had been changing as she moved; she had completely changed now, in mentality and physical being.
Pale and cold as crystal ice, porcelain, stone, the newborn being of her shied away from the sunlight beaming down from the windows of the pub. Wings, settled in inhuman comfort behind her back, were of coal black, shades of grey, and bluish colors, rippling seductively beneath the gentle wind, toying through the silky entities. In their settled size they were big, but they gave the air of remarkable size, of being spread.
Eyes flickered over the pub, resting on Max, red as the coldest bath of blood beneath thick lashes, of the blacks her raven hair had once been. Her hair, was now of a rich, navy blue, blackish color. Still however, the fine strands were the same of angelic texture.
Her ears were pointed in an Elfish way, and small black, spike-like horns rested about her temples.
Her complete physical being emanated a seductive, demanding demonic beauty. Lavender in normal state, was a beauty of purity already, but this beings very essence was of seeming to know that, and move in a way that threw off the airs in drop-dead climax.
Her mental state was reachable, at her uncaring permittance, but completely, utterly unreadable. It seemed that the demonic being she had become, had risen up with powers over her usual. Her very thoughts seemed to be, as she finished with them, stored beneath lock and key within her, the key lost right after.
Lavender seemed to haunt the new form, in resemblances, here and there, but her being, and the form of her in this new form of being, were two, very, very different measures of her sanity.