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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.
Prologue
His skin was as pale and luminous as moonlight and his seductive eyes burned with a brilliant amber-yellow glow. He moved among the dancing and cheering throng, breathing in the delicious scent of human flesh. Oh, all of these mortals smelled like dinner to him. His long, razor sharp fangs, longed to sink their selves into some warm meat, sucking them dry of life.
“Hi, handsome,” a petite young female smiled drunkenly. She looked to be a little stoned out of her mind, too. “Would you like to dance with me, big guy?”
Demitri Maximoff, Lord of the Night, Prince of Darkness, just looked at her with a frigid gaze that made the distant shores of the silver moon look warm. No, but I would love to suck you drier than a prune, and pop every bone in your body like bubble-wrap. “Tell me,” he said in his sexy Romanian accent. “Who is playing here tonight?”
“Like, wow,” she said, eyes glazed over even more. His voice could be a drug. Hell, it was a mind-fuck of all mind-fucks. If mortals could make his voice into a dildo, every woman on earth would have six. “Your voice is like a wet dream, man.”
He smiled and it nearly suffocated her. He noticed that some attractive looking men were looking at him as well. Eh, they would do, too. He did so love a pretty face. “Well, Miss?” He asked her again, putting his large hands in his pant pockets. “Who is playing here?”
“What do you mean?” She asked with an ungraceful snort, causing him to wrinkle his nose in distaste. “How can you be in here and not know who is singing?”
His blood red lips pursed themselves, and he shrugged his broad shoulders. He didn’t have a clue. They were all humans to him. They were all merely food. “Hmm?” He said.
“AND NOW,” a man’s voice roared over the loud speakers that lined the tall walls. “PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE, GABRIEL ROSE!”
Demitri moved off from the drunk like a creeping mist, making his imposing way closer to the large stage. Who was this Gabriel Rose? The name intrigued him. The human’s name was falling from their lips like a prayer. They worshipped this man.
“Wow,” a guy said, turning to look up at him. He was of average height, attractive, and had shaggy brown hair. He smelled of expensive cologne from a mall department store. “You’re really tall.”
Demitri chuckled and it was like cold starlight sweeping across a silent mist covered cemetery. Music began to play and he turned to the large stage where a band began to play. His dazzling eyes sparkled when a light illuminated a head of snowy white curls.
A young man looked up and he was breathtaking. His skin was like a soft golden-bronze, and his eyes were so brilliantly blue. They caused Demitri to think of a blue sky he had only seen in photographs and movies. He had never seen a blue sky before because he had been born into night eternal. The beautiful young man opened his petal pink lips and Demitri was immediately enchanted for the first time in long centuries.
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I’d do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
This Gabriel’s siren sweet voice was like diamond drops of pearly dew shimmering on the reddest of roses in Demitri’s mind. It was like the softest of silk, slithering across his naked skin, hissing with arousal.
It’s the wrong time
For somebody new
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no excuse
The gorgeous youth picked up the ivory microphone in his hand and began to sway to the music. Demitri was suddenly very cautious. The humans were holding up their lighters, swaying softly to the music with him. He hated fire.
That was when those blue eyes suddenly caught his. He could feel the weight of those blue skies and he matched them with the cold blackness of endless space. It felt like everything was frozen in time all around him in that moment. There was just him and the siren singing.
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If you don’t shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright, yeah, with you?
The illustrious Prince of Darkness was not able to drop his gaze. He could go years without blinking once. Just who did this human think he was? He smiled with brilliant white teeth and the youth did the same.
The singer opened his mouth and his voice changed dramatically. It was deep, dark, and so very sad. He was like another person up there.
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I’d do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It’s the wrong time
He’s pulling me through
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no excuse
His voice was like the ocean waves. The tide was pushing against the Vampire Prince, but it was also pulling him in.
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If you don’t shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
Is that alright, with you?
The young man spun around in a graceful circle, causing his black designer garment to billow like raven wings around his lithe frame. His white locks caught the light, shimmering around his face like fresh fallen snow. His eyes were filled with a molten blue light, and his voice soared higher than clouds, deeper than ocean bottoms.
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Those topaz-blue eyes looked right into Demitri, and the youth smiled, sadly.
No…
The lights slowly began to fade to dark, and the audience cheered, waving their lighters.
“Thank you,” Gabriel said into his microphone, and there was so much emotion behind those two little words. “Thank you so much, Atlanta.”
“WE LOVE YOU GABRIEL!” The audience thundered with wild applause.
Demitri smiled. The boy did have the voice of an angel. That much was very true.
“Well,” a woman’s voice snickered with a Scottish accent. “I see the Devil came down to Georgia…again. Did you tune up your fiddle?”
“Ah,” Demitri said, turning to look at the soul-sucking temptress who was named after a dark Goddess. “What are doing you here, Moss Hair?”
Green gemstone eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m merely checking up on you, my dear General.”
“I’ll believe that,” he said, rolling his eyes. “When wolves have tea with pigs.”
“Believe it then,” the succubus grinned. “Because Jon was having the minty kind along with his pigs in a blanket.”
Demitri growled, telling her to shut it. She was always snapping back at him with something smart. The woman needed to learn her place.
“Are you two movies stars?” A woman in her thirties asked, looking at the two immortals with awe in her eyes.
“No,” Demitri said, pushing Morrigan forward. “But she does tasteless porn for almost any price.”
“You blood sucking,” Morrigan ranted, following after him. “Diseased bat!”
“Calm yourself, Morrigan. It was just a joke,” he said, laughing at her face. “You do know that stress causes wrinkles…and a woman of your age needs to be cautious.”
“If I could actually pick up a crucifix without breaking out into a rash,” she hissed, flexing her painted red nails. “I’d stab you in the heart with it and twist for that Jesus guy that’s supposed to be coming back for two thousand years now. Do you suppose his spaceship ran out of gas?”
Demitri groaned. Did she ever shut up? Where was the damn mute button? Hell, where was pause?
“Demitri,” she said, eyeing him closely. “You have a funny look in your eye.”
He ignored her. Perhaps if he kept doing so, she would soon get bored, and flap the fuck off.
“Eh, I’m a patient woman,” she giggled, running a slender white hand through her long green hair. “After all, I was locked up in a rock for two hundred years.”
“Um, you can’t come back here,” a man with a security badge barked like a dog. “You have to have a pass.”
Demitri looked down at him with his spooky gaze and the man gulped in slight fear. He started to sweat. Demitri knew how to make a man sweat.
“Mm,” Morrigan purred, sliding up beside the vampire. “I do so love a man in security.” She made her supple, milky white breasts bounce happily in their skin tight gown.
Demitri wanted to spew blood. She really had no shame at all. He turned on his heel. He didn’t want to cause a scene. Plus, he didn’t want Soul-Sucker to know what he was up to. He would make his way to the boy soon enough.
“What was that?” She asked, following him, looking over her shoulder at the dazed guard. “You could have smashed his head like a melon between your hands.”
“I’m trying to behave,” he said, pushing dancers out of his way. “I don’t want Pyron to get his gasoline thong in a flaming wad.”
Morrigan blinked, catching up to him. “Are you ill?”
He smacked her hand away. “No!”
“Oh, I see,” she smirked, leaning back from him. “You’ve got a secret.”
Demitri took a deep breath, not that it would do anything. He didn’t breathe. So, he counted to ten instead. That only caused him to want to hit her even more. “Don’t you have some spells to cast?”
“I have one simmering as we speak on the back burner at home,” she said, following him out the doors and into the night air. “It’ll be ready later.”
“Don’t you have some guy to suck?” He asked, noticing how warm it was out. Georgia was always warm it seemed.
She rubbed her toned tummy. “All full.”
“You must be really bored,” he said.
“No,” she said, following him still. “I just enjoy annoying you.”
He knew it! Why? Oh, why couldn’t he have a moment’s peace?
“That singer was very beautiful,” she mused. “I’d love to plant a little kiss…”
“NO!” Demitri bellowed, spinning around to loom menacingly over her. “He’s mine, Morrigan!”
Her eyes widened. “I knew it,” she said, pointing at his face. “I know that look in your eyes now.”
He took a startled step back from her.
“You’re infatuated,” she said, stepping towards him in break-neck heels. “Are you going to buy him roses?”
That was a good place to start. He looked around. There were no flower shops. Damn!
She put her hands on her hips. “You vampires really do flap both ways.”
“So,” Demitri growled.
She reached up, patting him on a smooth cheek. The bones were strong. “Better not let Pyron find out.”
“It’s none of his business,” he said, grabbing her hand, holding it gently. “As long as I bid out his bidding to the masses, why would he care what I…we do in our spare time?”
“Take it from me, Demitri,” she said, pulling her hand from his bigger one, holding it to her chest. “Infatuation, over time, can turn into something very dangerous.”
He cocked his head to the side like a snake. He had never heard her speak so openly like this before. She looked…sad. It was weird.
“What?” He asked.
She slowly turned from him and her large wings appeared. They shimmered like amethyst black gems. She looked back at him and he saw what looked to be a tear fall down her cheek like a star gliding across the night sky. “Don’t you know?” She asked, taking to the clouds in a whoosh.
She was gone and he just stood there, letting the jasmine scented breeze blow through his red hair. What the hell was she on about? That one was insane. That was all there was to it.
He spread his muscular arms and took to the sky on wings of darkness. He needed to buy a boy some roses.
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Gabriel was sitting on his bed, flipping through a New Age magazine, and yawned rather loudly. Why was his mom always sending him these things? Last week, she had sent him some quartz crystals, a bat charm, and some dragon’s blood ink for power. She was so weird, but he loved her. She was always writing and emailing how she was doing magic just for his success. He was surprised she didn’t have an owl deliver him messages.
His mind flashed back to that really handsome man he had seen at the concert. He had never seen a guy so hot in all his life. Well, there was the one looking back out at him in the mirror, but this one that was out here with him. They guy’s eyes had been like fiery furnaces, scorching him with their beauty. Oh, if only he could see him again. He had never seen such a beautiful, otherworldly man.
A sudden knock came at his door, making him look up from a cauldron on sale. The door opened and it was Levi, his personal bodyguard. He had a large and very beautiful crystal green vase in his hands. There looked to be like five dozen red roses in it.
“Wow,” he said, watching him sit them on the table before him. “That is a lot of roses, Lee.”
“This vase,” Levi said, pointing at it. “It is a Tiffany original.”
Gabriel whistled, jumping to his bare feet. “They’re so beautiful.”
“Well, you smell your roses and get some sleep,” Levi said, heading back for the door. “You have an early photo shoot at five, Gab.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving him off. “Goodnight.”
The door closed with the usual click, showing that it was locked, and he put his nose to the fragrant red blossoms. They smelled so good, and he hissed when touched one, pulling his finger back. A thorn had pricked him, making his finger bleed. He sucked on it as he picked up the card with his other hand, looking at the lovely silver script.
Your voice has the power to make even demons weep.
-Max
He smiled. That gave him an awesome idea for a music video. He sat the card down. “Thanks Max.” He had no idea who the guy was, but he sure spared no expense on this gift.
He crawled back onto his waterbed, turned off the light, and curled up on his side like a content kitten. It was nice having kind fans. He drifted off, wishing that Max was the sexy stud from the show.
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Demitri pushed the grassy green stems aside with his black wings, twitching his pointy ears. He was pleased that Gabriel enjoyed his gift and that he had been gracious enough to say thank you. His large amber eyes spotted the blood on the thorn, and he licked it with his tongue. The nectar like taste made his eyes glow like ruby gems. The boy’s blood was like candy.
He crawled from the stems, down the vase, and onto the table, where he flew up into the air, looking down at the sleeping man. The pale moonlight streaming through the window highlighted his beauty with a cold radiance. It only caused him to want him even more.
He stood on the ground and his clothing began to melt like candle wax down his muscular white body to bubble into nothingness at his naked feet. He silently walked forward and climbed like a cat onto the bed, crawling up the length of Gabriel’s sleeping form.
He put his straight nose to that smooth tan throat, sniffing him in. He snarled like a hungry tiger, causing his fangs to slide down from their meaty pink pockets. He ground his groin down against the sleeping man’s.
“Gabriel,” he whispered, gently sinking his razor sharp canines into that warm flesh. The sleeping man’s hips bucked under him, moaning in his dreams.
Demitri quickly pulled back, licking his bloody fangs. His whole body was glowing like an icy white star. The boy tasted of life and he craved more of him.
He licked at the bite marks, and planted a cool kiss on the boy’s smooth cheek. He couldn’t help but smirk. Gabriel had made a pearly mess under those sheets. He could smell it, and he wished he had the time to lick him clean.
“Mine,” he proclaimed, floating up in the air, looking down at the beautiful siren. “All mine.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Note: Song lyrics belong to Damian Rice.
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.
Prologue
His skin was as pale and luminous as moonlight and his seductive eyes burned with a brilliant amber-yellow glow. He moved among the dancing and cheering throng, breathing in the delicious scent of human flesh. Oh, all of these mortals smelled like dinner to him. His long, razor sharp fangs, longed to sink their selves into some warm meat, sucking them dry of life.
“Hi, handsome,” a petite young female smiled drunkenly. She looked to be a little stoned out of her mind, too. “Would you like to dance with me, big guy?”
Demitri Maximoff, Lord of the Night, Prince of Darkness, just looked at her with a frigid gaze that made the distant shores of the silver moon look warm. No, but I would love to suck you drier than a prune, and pop every bone in your body like bubble-wrap. “Tell me,” he said in his sexy Romanian accent. “Who is playing here tonight?”
“Like, wow,” she said, eyes glazed over even more. His voice could be a drug. Hell, it was a mind-fuck of all mind-fucks. If mortals could make his voice into a dildo, every woman on earth would have six. “Your voice is like a wet dream, man.”
He smiled and it nearly suffocated her. He noticed that some attractive looking men were looking at him as well. Eh, they would do, too. He did so love a pretty face. “Well, Miss?” He asked her again, putting his large hands in his pant pockets. “Who is playing here?”
“What do you mean?” She asked with an ungraceful snort, causing him to wrinkle his nose in distaste. “How can you be in here and not know who is singing?”
His blood red lips pursed themselves, and he shrugged his broad shoulders. He didn’t have a clue. They were all humans to him. They were all merely food. “Hmm?” He said.
“AND NOW,” a man’s voice roared over the loud speakers that lined the tall walls. “PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE, GABRIEL ROSE!”
Demitri moved off from the drunk like a creeping mist, making his imposing way closer to the large stage. Who was this Gabriel Rose? The name intrigued him. The human’s name was falling from their lips like a prayer. They worshipped this man.
“Wow,” a guy said, turning to look up at him. He was of average height, attractive, and had shaggy brown hair. He smelled of expensive cologne from a mall department store. “You’re really tall.”
Demitri chuckled and it was like cold starlight sweeping across a silent mist covered cemetery. Music began to play and he turned to the large stage where a band began to play. His dazzling eyes sparkled when a light illuminated a head of snowy white curls.
A young man looked up and he was breathtaking. His skin was like a soft golden-bronze, and his eyes were so brilliantly blue. They caused Demitri to think of a blue sky he had only seen in photographs and movies. He had never seen a blue sky before because he had been born into night eternal. The beautiful young man opened his petal pink lips and Demitri was immediately enchanted for the first time in long centuries.
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I’d do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
This Gabriel’s siren sweet voice was like diamond drops of pearly dew shimmering on the reddest of roses in Demitri’s mind. It was like the softest of silk, slithering across his naked skin, hissing with arousal.
It’s the wrong time
For somebody new
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no excuse
The gorgeous youth picked up the ivory microphone in his hand and began to sway to the music. Demitri was suddenly very cautious. The humans were holding up their lighters, swaying softly to the music with him. He hated fire.
That was when those blue eyes suddenly caught his. He could feel the weight of those blue skies and he matched them with the cold blackness of endless space. It felt like everything was frozen in time all around him in that moment. There was just him and the siren singing.
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If you don’t shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright, yeah, with you?
The illustrious Prince of Darkness was not able to drop his gaze. He could go years without blinking once. Just who did this human think he was? He smiled with brilliant white teeth and the youth did the same.
The singer opened his mouth and his voice changed dramatically. It was deep, dark, and so very sad. He was like another person up there.
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I’d do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It’s the wrong time
He’s pulling me through
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no excuse
His voice was like the ocean waves. The tide was pushing against the Vampire Prince, but it was also pulling him in.
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If you don’t shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
Is that alright, with you?
The young man spun around in a graceful circle, causing his black designer garment to billow like raven wings around his lithe frame. His white locks caught the light, shimmering around his face like fresh fallen snow. His eyes were filled with a molten blue light, and his voice soared higher than clouds, deeper than ocean bottoms.
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Those topaz-blue eyes looked right into Demitri, and the youth smiled, sadly.
No…
The lights slowly began to fade to dark, and the audience cheered, waving their lighters.
“Thank you,” Gabriel said into his microphone, and there was so much emotion behind those two little words. “Thank you so much, Atlanta.”
“WE LOVE YOU GABRIEL!” The audience thundered with wild applause.
Demitri smiled. The boy did have the voice of an angel. That much was very true.
“Well,” a woman’s voice snickered with a Scottish accent. “I see the Devil came down to Georgia…again. Did you tune up your fiddle?”
“Ah,” Demitri said, turning to look at the soul-sucking temptress who was named after a dark Goddess. “What are doing you here, Moss Hair?”
Green gemstone eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m merely checking up on you, my dear General.”
“I’ll believe that,” he said, rolling his eyes. “When wolves have tea with pigs.”
“Believe it then,” the succubus grinned. “Because Jon was having the minty kind along with his pigs in a blanket.”
Demitri growled, telling her to shut it. She was always snapping back at him with something smart. The woman needed to learn her place.
“Are you two movies stars?” A woman in her thirties asked, looking at the two immortals with awe in her eyes.
“No,” Demitri said, pushing Morrigan forward. “But she does tasteless porn for almost any price.”
“You blood sucking,” Morrigan ranted, following after him. “Diseased bat!”
“Calm yourself, Morrigan. It was just a joke,” he said, laughing at her face. “You do know that stress causes wrinkles…and a woman of your age needs to be cautious.”
“If I could actually pick up a crucifix without breaking out into a rash,” she hissed, flexing her painted red nails. “I’d stab you in the heart with it and twist for that Jesus guy that’s supposed to be coming back for two thousand years now. Do you suppose his spaceship ran out of gas?”
Demitri groaned. Did she ever shut up? Where was the damn mute button? Hell, where was pause?
“Demitri,” she said, eyeing him closely. “You have a funny look in your eye.”
He ignored her. Perhaps if he kept doing so, she would soon get bored, and flap the fuck off.
“Eh, I’m a patient woman,” she giggled, running a slender white hand through her long green hair. “After all, I was locked up in a rock for two hundred years.”
“Um, you can’t come back here,” a man with a security badge barked like a dog. “You have to have a pass.”
Demitri looked down at him with his spooky gaze and the man gulped in slight fear. He started to sweat. Demitri knew how to make a man sweat.
“Mm,” Morrigan purred, sliding up beside the vampire. “I do so love a man in security.” She made her supple, milky white breasts bounce happily in their skin tight gown.
Demitri wanted to spew blood. She really had no shame at all. He turned on his heel. He didn’t want to cause a scene. Plus, he didn’t want Soul-Sucker to know what he was up to. He would make his way to the boy soon enough.
“What was that?” She asked, following him, looking over her shoulder at the dazed guard. “You could have smashed his head like a melon between your hands.”
“I’m trying to behave,” he said, pushing dancers out of his way. “I don’t want Pyron to get his gasoline thong in a flaming wad.”
Morrigan blinked, catching up to him. “Are you ill?”
He smacked her hand away. “No!”
“Oh, I see,” she smirked, leaning back from him. “You’ve got a secret.”
Demitri took a deep breath, not that it would do anything. He didn’t breathe. So, he counted to ten instead. That only caused him to want to hit her even more. “Don’t you have some spells to cast?”
“I have one simmering as we speak on the back burner at home,” she said, following him out the doors and into the night air. “It’ll be ready later.”
“Don’t you have some guy to suck?” He asked, noticing how warm it was out. Georgia was always warm it seemed.
She rubbed her toned tummy. “All full.”
“You must be really bored,” he said.
“No,” she said, following him still. “I just enjoy annoying you.”
He knew it! Why? Oh, why couldn’t he have a moment’s peace?
“That singer was very beautiful,” she mused. “I’d love to plant a little kiss…”
“NO!” Demitri bellowed, spinning around to loom menacingly over her. “He’s mine, Morrigan!”
Her eyes widened. “I knew it,” she said, pointing at his face. “I know that look in your eyes now.”
He took a startled step back from her.
“You’re infatuated,” she said, stepping towards him in break-neck heels. “Are you going to buy him roses?”
That was a good place to start. He looked around. There were no flower shops. Damn!
She put her hands on her hips. “You vampires really do flap both ways.”
“So,” Demitri growled.
She reached up, patting him on a smooth cheek. The bones were strong. “Better not let Pyron find out.”
“It’s none of his business,” he said, grabbing her hand, holding it gently. “As long as I bid out his bidding to the masses, why would he care what I…we do in our spare time?”
“Take it from me, Demitri,” she said, pulling her hand from his bigger one, holding it to her chest. “Infatuation, over time, can turn into something very dangerous.”
He cocked his head to the side like a snake. He had never heard her speak so openly like this before. She looked…sad. It was weird.
“What?” He asked.
She slowly turned from him and her large wings appeared. They shimmered like amethyst black gems. She looked back at him and he saw what looked to be a tear fall down her cheek like a star gliding across the night sky. “Don’t you know?” She asked, taking to the clouds in a whoosh.
She was gone and he just stood there, letting the jasmine scented breeze blow through his red hair. What the hell was she on about? That one was insane. That was all there was to it.
He spread his muscular arms and took to the sky on wings of darkness. He needed to buy a boy some roses.
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Gabriel was sitting on his bed, flipping through a New Age magazine, and yawned rather loudly. Why was his mom always sending him these things? Last week, she had sent him some quartz crystals, a bat charm, and some dragon’s blood ink for power. She was so weird, but he loved her. She was always writing and emailing how she was doing magic just for his success. He was surprised she didn’t have an owl deliver him messages.
His mind flashed back to that really handsome man he had seen at the concert. He had never seen a guy so hot in all his life. Well, there was the one looking back out at him in the mirror, but this one that was out here with him. They guy’s eyes had been like fiery furnaces, scorching him with their beauty. Oh, if only he could see him again. He had never seen such a beautiful, otherworldly man.
A sudden knock came at his door, making him look up from a cauldron on sale. The door opened and it was Levi, his personal bodyguard. He had a large and very beautiful crystal green vase in his hands. There looked to be like five dozen red roses in it.
“Wow,” he said, watching him sit them on the table before him. “That is a lot of roses, Lee.”
“This vase,” Levi said, pointing at it. “It is a Tiffany original.”
Gabriel whistled, jumping to his bare feet. “They’re so beautiful.”
“Well, you smell your roses and get some sleep,” Levi said, heading back for the door. “You have an early photo shoot at five, Gab.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving him off. “Goodnight.”
The door closed with the usual click, showing that it was locked, and he put his nose to the fragrant red blossoms. They smelled so good, and he hissed when touched one, pulling his finger back. A thorn had pricked him, making his finger bleed. He sucked on it as he picked up the card with his other hand, looking at the lovely silver script.
Your voice has the power to make even demons weep.
-Max
He smiled. That gave him an awesome idea for a music video. He sat the card down. “Thanks Max.” He had no idea who the guy was, but he sure spared no expense on this gift.
He crawled back onto his waterbed, turned off the light, and curled up on his side like a content kitten. It was nice having kind fans. He drifted off, wishing that Max was the sexy stud from the show.
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Demitri pushed the grassy green stems aside with his black wings, twitching his pointy ears. He was pleased that Gabriel enjoyed his gift and that he had been gracious enough to say thank you. His large amber eyes spotted the blood on the thorn, and he licked it with his tongue. The nectar like taste made his eyes glow like ruby gems. The boy’s blood was like candy.
He crawled from the stems, down the vase, and onto the table, where he flew up into the air, looking down at the sleeping man. The pale moonlight streaming through the window highlighted his beauty with a cold radiance. It only caused him to want him even more.
He stood on the ground and his clothing began to melt like candle wax down his muscular white body to bubble into nothingness at his naked feet. He silently walked forward and climbed like a cat onto the bed, crawling up the length of Gabriel’s sleeping form.
He put his straight nose to that smooth tan throat, sniffing him in. He snarled like a hungry tiger, causing his fangs to slide down from their meaty pink pockets. He ground his groin down against the sleeping man’s.
“Gabriel,” he whispered, gently sinking his razor sharp canines into that warm flesh. The sleeping man’s hips bucked under him, moaning in his dreams.
Demitri quickly pulled back, licking his bloody fangs. His whole body was glowing like an icy white star. The boy tasted of life and he craved more of him.
He licked at the bite marks, and planted a cool kiss on the boy’s smooth cheek. He couldn’t help but smirk. Gabriel had made a pearly mess under those sheets. He could smell it, and he wished he had the time to lick him clean.
“Mine,” he proclaimed, floating up in the air, looking down at the beautiful siren. “All mine.”
TBC…
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Flora.
Note: Song lyrics belong to Damian Rice.