Love Song for a Vampire

Love Song for a Vampire

Flora Winter

I do not own Darkstalkers and I’m not making any money writing this.

Summary: Even the “Son” of the Devil can fall in love at first suck. This story will contain boy love, language, violence, OC, and other deviant naughtiness.

Chapter One

Morrigan was walking down a street in Savannah with the warm night air blowing through her silky long hair. She could smell the sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine on the gentle wind and smiled when her emerald eyes fell on a rather handsome young man. He was walking her way, sporting a muscular body in faded jeans and a tight pink t-shirt. He had hair the color of golden straw and eyes like smoky quartz crystals. She couldn’t help but smirk. The stud knew he was hot stuff.

“Why hello there,” she said, smiling with snowy white teeth that looked a little sharp as she took in his sun bronzed appearance. She really turned the glitz and the glamour on full. She was such a stunning creature. “Would a strong man such as you care to keep a lady some company?”

“Um,” he said, taking a small step back, looking rather nervous all of a sudden. His voice was deep. “I’m sorry, but I’m late to meet my boyfriend, Miss.”

She smacked her forehead with her slender hand and groaned. Why were all the hot boy’s bloody homosexuals? It just wasn’t fair. It was so frigging frustrating. “Ah, forgive me,” she said, running her pale hand through her green as grass hair. “I’m new to this city.”

“I can tell,” the young man smiled, looking a little more at ease now. “Your accent is very pretty.”

She grinned, looking him over. “You’re gay?”

He nodded.

She cocked her head to the side, putting a long painted nail to her red lips. “Is your boyfriend as sexy as you?”

He nodded again. “Even more so…at least I think so anyway.”

She laughed right along with him. “So,” she said, walking beside him on the stone cobbled sidewalk. “Where do all the gay people hang out here?”

He told her.

“Sounds like fun,” she said, taking his arm when he invited her along. Gay men were so friendly. No wonder so many women loved them. Plus, these southern queers were hot.

“What’s your name?” He asked, leading her down the street. There were little diners and cafes all along the place. They were all open, too. This city was so alive. She could taste all the energy on her tongue and it tasted wonderful. Southern people were spicy.

“Morrigan,” she said, seeing the colorful sign over a door. She wanted to snort. It was such a fitting logo. The sign was a rainbow neon peacock. “And you?”

“Jacinth,” he said, holding the door open for her. It was such a beautiful name.

She patted his jaw, wanting to kiss him for being such a doll. She stepped through the door and heard a loud woman’s voice say, “It’s Britney, bitch.”

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Demitri looked out at the sea of twinkling stars and rested his forehead against the cool glass, looking down at the blue jewel below. The earth was beautiful as it floated through the silent blackness of cold space. He held out his hand and smiled. It looked as though he were holding the slowly spinning orb in the palm of his large hand.

He liked it when he could be all alone with just his thoughts to keep him company. All the other immortal creatures of the night tended to get on his damn nerves. There was only so much he could take from each of them. Well, at least poor Anakaris made him laugh out loud. The insane mummy was crazy as fuck and that was no joke. All the others could be left on a deserted island and nuked as quickly as possible. But, Pyron wouldn’t allow him to do so. Apparently everything in his collection had to be perfect. The alien god was about as bright as a dead match.

He licked his fangs, savoring how the young singer had tasted on his tongue. He couldn’t wait to taste him again. All he needs to do is sink his fangs into the boy’s smooth neck two more times, and give him a single drop of his blood.

“But,” he said, running his index finger in circles along the smooth glass as he walked. Pyron really hated it when he did that. The guy was so OCD. He was always cleaning the windows or making Anakaris do it, since he had cloth to spare. “I have to get to know this boy. I want him to desire me, crave me, worship me, and then I’ll bless him with my dark gifts.”

He made his way into the spacious room Pyron had given him as quarters to reside in. Of course, he had mansions and palaces all over the earth in which he resided in from time to time. But, he preferred to be here for now. He didn’t like it when Pyron always came bellowing in about something, beaming him up without warning. He had been in the bath one time, and the little devil red rubber ducky did nothing to hide his man-parts.

“Hmm,” he said, gazing into a mirror that could never reflect him. But, it did reflect the clothes he was wearing. He really filled them out, too. “What am I to wear?” There were too many choices. He had so many clothes. However would he choose? He had to look just right. He held up a pair of jeans and a bright red shirt, looking them over on himself in the mirror. He wanted to look as normal and as sexy as possible. “Where the bloody hell is Morrigan?”

Wow, he had never thought he would hear himself ask that question in a billion years. It almost caused him to pout and he threw the clothes over his head, digging for more. Most of them still had the price tags on them. Well, he hadn’t paid for them. Well, yeah, yeah he did. They had been bought and paid for with the blood of the innocent.

“Oh,” he said, suddenly getting a wicked idea. He smirked evilly. “Hmm, it’s perfect!”

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Morrigan was drinking herself a yummy Orange Hurricane and smiled as she watched Jacinth and his boyfriend dance together. Jacinth’s boyfriend’s name was Eric and he was just as hot. Hell, the two of them were dancing sex under those flashing hot lights on the dance floor.

She was actually enjoying herself. There were so many people and she was easily feeding off all the energy they were giving off. She really should start doing this kind of thing from now on. It was such a fucking buzz.

“Morrigan!” Jacinth called to her, and Eric waved. “Come dance between us!”

She got to her feet, and glided like the sexy temptress she was onto that sparkling dance floor. These two boys were so much fun to hang around. It reminded her of the friends she once had so long ago. They were always doing things together. She shook her head. She didn’t want to think about all that.

Jacinth was standing in front of her with his muscular arms around her waist. Eric was standing behind her with his powerful arms draped around her slender shoulders. They were dancing to a song that sounded very familiar to her. Didn’t she know that voice?

“You smell really good,” Eric breathed in her ear and Jacinth agreed with him. “And you dance really well.”

She smiled, resting her head against Jacinth’s muscled chest, and putting her hand up behind Eric’s head, gently pressing it down so that his cheek was resting against the back of her pale as alabaster neck. She hadn’t felt this warm in such a long time. It was the oddest thing. She felt like she knew these darling gay men. Perhaps she wasn’t as wicked as she thought she was.

“I’m getting really hungry,” Eric said after the song. It had all ended too quickly for Morrigan. “Are you two hungry?”

Jacinth nodded. “I’m craving seafood.”

Morrigan giggled and it was like the chiming of pure silver bells. “I’m new here, so I don’t know much about the place.”

“Well,” Eric said, taking her left hand. “We know the best places to eat and the most wondrous places to shop.”

Jacinth agreed, taking her right hand. “Welcome to Savannah, Morrigan.”

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Gabriel groaned when the knock came at his hotel door. He opened his sleepy eyes and squinted at the alarm clock on the dresser. It was 4:30 in the morning and his photo shoot was just thirty minutes away. Oh, the world was such a cruel place. Why must he suffer so? All he wanted was to sleep. Was that asking for too much?

He reached over and turned the annoying bitch off with a moan. His dreams had been so weird. That gorgeous man had come to him, but he couldn’t really remember the details. He felt so drained, and realized that the front of his pants felt funny. Had he had a wet dream? Well, that was the first one in forever.

“Rise and shine, Princess,” Levi said, opening the door to his room. “We have a schedule to keep.”

“Ugh,” Gabriel moaned, pulling the covers over his head when the bright lights suddenly came on over his head. He was so not down with this shit. “I’m sick.” He began to cough something terrible even though he was only pretending. But, it sounded very convincing to him.

“You can die after your face is on the front cover of Rolling Stone again,” Levi laughed, pulling the covers off him. “Now get up.”

“No Christmas gift for you this year,” he hissed, sitting up with a low growl. The holiday was still six months away, but still. It was the thought that counts. He glanced over at his gorgeous roses and smiled.

“You look kind of pale,” Levi said, stepping over to him. “Are you really sick?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine. Let’s go make a million dollars.”

Levi chuckled. “Okay.”

It was going to be a long day. He just knew it.

Three hours later he was sitting in a chair in front of a fan. The sweat was pouring down his face. He was tired and his feet hurt. Posing really took a lot out of a person.

“Oh, my God,” Charlotte, his agent cried in shock, fanning herself with a letter. “I can’t believe our luck!”

“What is it?” He asked, turning to look at her. Her shrill shriek had scared him. Hell, it had made him jump. The orange looking brunette was insane. That self tanner stuff was scary.

“The billionaire mogul, Demitri Maximoff,” she said, showing him the letter. “He would like to meet with you. Apparently he wants to make a movie.”

“Huh?” He asked, trying to snatch it from her. He had heard about the eccentric man in hushed whispers, but nobody has ever seen his face.

“He is offering you thirty million dollars for the role of Leon Ashton,” she said, looking the letter over again. “It is about a gay vampire trying to win his affections.”

Gabriel blinked. “Gay vampire?”

“Thirty million dollars!” She squealed. “He wants to meet you tonight at seven.”

“I can’t act,” he said. “I think he has the wrong person. I sing.”

“That’s why he wants you so badly apparently,” she said, shoving the letter in his face. “He thinks you’re the best.”

“Huh?”

“She’s saying that it will be a musical,” Levi said, walking in with his orange juice he had asked for earlier with ice in it.

“Well, why didn’t she just say that to begin with?”

“I was getting there,” she said, rolling her large hazel eyes.

“But, like I said,” he told her again. “I can’t act.”

“Right,” she said, whipping out her cell phone at the speed of light plus sound. “Richard, hi, it’s Charlotte. Yes, I know it’s before noon, but I need a favor.”

Gabriel looked at Levi with a cocked brow.

“I need you to give a crash course in acting for a very important client of mine,” she said, making the white headed beauty gawk like a fish out of water. “His name is Gabriel Rose.”

“But,” Gabriel interjected, holding up a finger. “I didn’t say…”

He was immediately shushed with a deadly glare and he lowered his head. He hated it when she gave him that look. It always made him feel like a little kid. He sipped his orange juice and kept his thoughts to himself. Ah, it was the pulpy kind. That was his favorite.

“Thirty million dollars,” Levi said, elbowing him. “If I was gay, I’d jump out of the closet wearing nothing but the rainbow flag. Hell, I’d even pretend I was gay. I could kiss and make out with a guy for that kind of money.”

Gabriel laughed out loud. “Would you really?”

Levi nodded. “Hell yes.”

“Everybody’s straight until they see dollar signs,” he sighed.

Levi snorted.

“Done!” Charlotte squealed in utter delight. “He’ll be there within the hour, Rich.”

“Done?” Gabriel asked.

She nodded. “And all you have to do is sing Happy Birthday to him.”

Gabriel wanted to get the stick he used to poke the lions with at the zoo and smack her a few times with it. But, that was back at his manor in New York. Maybe he could get his mom to mail it to him.

“I’ll do this,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And I’ll speak to this Mr. Maximoff, too.”

Charlotte hugged him so tight he felt like he was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen. Her hugs always left him a little blue in the face. He finished drinking his orange juice. Like he said before, it was going to be a long day.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.