Love Song for a Vampire

Love Song for a Vampire

Flora_Winters

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 Two

Gabriel was seated on a black leather sofa in a spacious sitting room. There was a warm fire burning in the large stone fireplace that was guarded by two lions with the faces of handsome men. There proud jaws were wide open, giving viscous snarls. He had never seen fangs carved to be so very sharp. He bet if he was to touch them, they would make him bleed.

The décor was very gothic. His mother would simply love the style in which this massive estate was designed. It had high ceilings, great swooping arches, and stained glass windows all over the place. He had passed by statues of dancing goddesses and drunken gods.

Why in the world would one person want to live in a huge place like this? What if the owner was to get lost and starve to death? What if the owner fell and it took the staff two weeks to find his corpse? Why was he even thinking such morbid thoughts? He so could not live in a place like this. It was just too damn big for him. He even bet the rooms and halls changed just to confuse people. Crazy ass rich people could afford insane shit like that.

“Are you excited?” Levi asked from beside him.

He nodded his head, making his snowy hair bounce in the golden light above. “This man has to be richer than God.”

Levi chuckled.

“You flatter me, Mr. Rose,” a cultured voice came from directly across from the both of them.

Gabriel quickly turned, seeing an older gentleman standing there. He had long silver hair and was dressed in a sleek black suit. This guy definitely looked the part of a very rich man. He was standing in front of a large, flowing tapestry. It was of a gorgeous unicorn rearing up on its hind legs before a hissing dragon.

“Good evening,” the middle-aged man spoke, bowing ever so gracefully to him. He was older, but there wasn’t a line on his face. “I am Demitri Maximoff.”

“Good evening to you as well, Sir,” he said, rising to his feet, lowering his head with respect. “Thank you so much for having me in your beautiful home.”

Levi was on his feet beside him, doing the same.

“Believe me,” the billionaire smiled, stepping forward across the black marble floor. “I am so happy to have you here, Mr. Rose.”

Gabriel soon discovered that he was in some shock. This man was not what he had been expecting at all.

“Please,” the older man said, gesturing for them to be seated once more. “Our other guest will be a little late. Shall we begin without him?”

Gabriel nodded, taking his seat once more. Who was late? Oh, well. His goal was to make a very good impression and Charlotte would take care of the rest. The last thing he wanted to do was piss her off. This was thirty-million dollars on the line. She would kill him if he blew this and that was no joke. All he needed to do was sing and look drop-drawers gorgeous. He could do that.

“I do have just one little question,” he said as the billionaire took a seat on the other side of the glass coffee table. “Why did you pick me, Sir?”

The older man smiled ever so warmly. It was the kind of smile that reached his smoky-quartz eyes. “You possess the voice and the looks to give my vision life, Mr. Rose. And besides, it has been so long since there has been a Demitri Maximoff film on the screen.”

Gabriel blinked. That was a very good answer. He felt himself blush. Now, how did those acting lessons go again? Richard was going to kill him.

“You will find your script on the table before you,” Mr. Maximoff said, gesturing with a slender hand.

Gabriel looked. There they were. There were two of them. He had thought them to just be magazines.

He picked one of the copies up. It was thick. He opened it up to the very first page and grinned. He loved the title.

Love Song for a Vampire

“Who will have the role of the vampire?” He asked, looking over some of the lines. They were very well thought out and very beautiful. There was an almost poetry to them.

Mr. Maximoff chuckled, running a hand through his shiny moon-like strands. His eyes looked almost crimson in the light. It must have been a glare from the fireplace.

“I think you will enjoy working with him,” Mr. Maximoff said, cocking his head to the side. “Max is a very lively character.”

Gabriel sat very still. Max? He looked over at Levi. Hadn’t that been the name on the card that came with that expensive vase of roses? Yes. Yes it was. But would it be the same person? He hoped so. Perhaps this Max had been at his show and saw how good he was. He hoped it would be that really handsome guy. He would maim and kill for it to be that otherworldly looking stud.

He looked back at the billionaire and smiled softly. “I look forward to meeting and working with him, Mr. Maximoff.”

“Please, call me Demitri, everybody does,” the billionaire told him.

Gabriel blushed again. “Thank you, Demitri.”

“Max will be arriving shortly,” Mr. Maximoff said. “He seemed to be rather anxious to meet you in person. He said something about security at your concert being a little tight.”

Gabriel’s head snapped to the side, glaring daggers at Levi. He then, very quickly, turned back to Mr. Maximoff.

“I’ve had some problems with fans trying to kidnap me,” he told him honestly. “They all seem to want me to sing only for them.”

“Oh, dear,” Mr. Maximoff said, putting a hand to his cheek. “That is simply terrible.” The man then leaned forward. “How far did they manage to kidnap you?”

Gabriel snorted in sudden amusement. The guy’s eyes were practically glowing with interest.

“Almost in the trunk,” Levi answered for him.

Mr. Maximoff chuckled.

“I was kidnapped once,” he said, shaking his head. “He had the wrong person, but he was a very nice boy. He got me some ice-cream as an apology.”

Gabriel laughed out loud. His nervousness was gone. Wow. He really liked this guy. He was purposefully doing everything he could to make him not feel so…small.

Perhaps this job would be fun.

~*~

The true Demitri was watching and listening from the glossy wooden rafters above. He stretched his dark wings and happily chirped. This was going better than he had hoped. He knew he could always count on Uncle Vincent to pull off a good likeness of him. The platinum-blond was as good as his. He couldn’t wait to slowly seduce the beautiful man into his wicked embrace. Such beauty should be coveted and preserved for all time.

He twitched his large, pointy ears when Vincent rang a silver bell. It was about time for him to make his grand appearance and sweep that golden youth off his tan feet. Oh, he couldn’t wait to lick some of his pearly cream this time. He wanted the boy panting and mewling under him.

But, he was going to take it slow. He was going to woo him, win him, and make him his forever and ever, or until he got bored and destroyed him. It was just part of his wicked, destructive nature.

He gazed down at the ethereal blond with amber-red eyes. He licked his sharp fangs with a crimson tongue. It was time to drop down in style and pop in with manly charm and grace. The boy would not be able to resist him. No mortal creature could.

He had bitten and fed on the youth. The boy was already his. He could bend his mind to his will if he chose to do so. There would be no struggling if he chose, but where would be the fun in that? He wanted to make the boy beg him to change him, to make him his forever. He wanted to hear the mortal cry out how he couldn’t live without him.

He wanted this boy to fight and struggle with him. He was going to make him mad for his immortal touch. Oh, he couldn’t wait to torment the sweet-smelling human.

“Wow,” he heard Gabriel say. “This wine is so crisp. I love it.”

That made him chirp with joy. He now knew what his next gift would be.

“And these song lyrics,” Gabriel said. “Where is a piano, Mr. Maximoff?”

“Please, it’s Demitri,” he heard Vincent say.

Demitri rolled his eyes, spread his wings wide, dropping down, flying with vampiric speed from the large room. It was time to start this dance.

To Be Continued.