It was that Night

the beginning

The black revolving light was right in my eye. I wonder if Ronald made it do that on purpose. He could be a real a*****e when he wanted to. But the first song was almost over. I hated this song. I hated the lead singer. But I loved the music. The crowd cheering. The stage lighting up with fire. My favorite part was coming up, when Deej Tanner and David King did the ending while me and Ronald just stood there and looked pretty.

". . SHOUT. THEM. OOUUUT!"

The last words were cast. And the gig was over. I loved the feeling of shouting my guts out and the crowd hollering back, challenging me.

This would give me time to hang with the groupies in the crowd. Ronald kissed his lips and turned it out into a peace-sign. That was my sign. But I didn’t care tonight cause the crowd was sexy. As the stage hands started cleaning up I slapped David and DJ and jumped out to the crowd towards the bar. So many hands crying for me. We didn’t really believe in those red-carpet fences to separate us from the ones that made us big. But then again, we’ve never played anywhere with velvet fences. We were still growing.

At the bar, I spotted a real cutie looking at me from across the table. I smiled at him and blushed terribly. He was about to wave me over, when a wall of beer-gut covered in a very dirty KISS shirt filled my view. The guy was smiling at me and held out a mug full of some liquid that didnt look purchased from here. He smiled at me and sat down in the chair to my right. He leaned on his elbow and said, trying to sound sexy, "Hey hottie, how you doing tonight?" I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and answered solemnly: "Fine." He slid the mug closer to me and leaned in even closer. His smelly bearded face couldn’t have been more than a couple of inches away from mine. "I have to go," I said quickly and left him behind.

God I hate it when creepy old guys hit on us. Did they really think that we would want their wrinkly, old, sweaty bodies? Gross.

I remember this one guy that was following me around when we were playing in Seattle. We had just finished the gig when this freaky 42-year-old that was following me around for a bit. Then I met him at the bar. H e asked if I was seeing anyone. I told him I was dating the drummer. He told me I should dump his poor-skinny-a*s and be with a real man. And if I did I wouldn’t regret it. Basically he was saying I wouldn’t regret sleeping with him and it would make me more of a man. I didn’t really care so I let him buy me a drink, which I later found out had been spiked. I got real dizzy then my body went limp with my mind fully awake, but with everyone getting wasted no one noticed it when he took me out back to a van. I tried to scream but, like I said, my body was useless. Just when he was telling me that he liked strawberries being put on him, the back doors opened and the very built manager came storming out. Shouting for him to let me go or he would call the police. (Which he did anyway.) In the morning I had the worst hangover ever and dedicated 3 concerts to the manager of the nightclub.

Ever since then I’ve learned never to take any drinks unless from the backroom. But I know that Deej and David would have my back in a second. Speaking of which I looked at the stage. Spotting Ronny giving a slap on the a*s to David. David smirking back. The recently out-of-the-closet-gay. David came out about 3 weeks ago because of Ronny. I felt sorry for whomever fell head-over-heels for him. Ronald was what I liked to call a man-w***e. I’m not mean, we always tell him that he is. See, Ronald is a total babe.

Ronald Lee has long, skinny legs, like the rest of us. 6'0. Had a lean, and semi-muscular body-type. Strong, square jaw and lips to die for. I’ve never seen his eye-brows. His dark hair barely touching the bottom of his neck and his bangs were all one length just brushing his lower-set of eye-lashes. He always had that I-just-got-out-of-bed look. Which I envied greatly. He was a joker. Usually stole my shirts. He was a size 0 and usually wore a size 1 or 2 usually held up with a belt. Somehow baggy jeans made him look skinnier. And his main flaw was that he went through guys and the occasional chick (and broke each heart personally) like a hooker goes through abortions. He was a total babe.

But its not like David didn’t stand a chance.

David was 5'6. Which is why most people thought he was 13. Skinny legs and pale stomach sprinkled with dozens of fair freckles to match his arms and face. He was always smiling and goofing around. He’s a high-school drop-out at grade 11. Both his parents died being pushed off a balcony by a drunk. Since he wasn’t old enough to look after himself he was put in the care of his step-dad. (David’s mom broke up with his dad, got married, then went back to him 2 years later.) He hated his step-dad, Connor Borthwick. He was abusive. But not if there was a witness. So I usually crashed there. As soon as he turned 17 he booted right out. Lived with me and David for a bit. And now we’ve been traveling for just over 7 months on and off. David was cute, but not my type, kind of. He couldn’t really take anything seriously.

Deej was just jumping off the stage. I tugged on his sleeve and warned him about a ‘Herbert’ at the bar. He laughed at our old joke and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I hope that the hottie didn’t see that. DJ Tanner wasn’t gay. But he did love me. Our inside joke that we have been sharing since we started touring was that we all enjoyed Family Guy. And in it there is this old man, approximately 70 or 80. And he always liked to spy on the oldest son when he was changing or something and always hit on him. And he’s called ‘Herbert the Pervert’. So whenever there’s someone that’s gross and just wants some, we’ll call him Herbert.

I loved DJ. I sat on the edge of the stage with my feet hanging off it. Watching him. Making sure he was okay. A small crowd of girls were slowly making their was over here. Ahh, the girls. Such beauties. A girl that looked around 13 came over first. Both hands on my knees and slowly spread my legs open. Running her hands up my thighs. She bit her lip. I just stared a t her. She had short pixie-like hair. Dyed black and tinted lime-green at the ends. "Do I know you?" I asked before she got any higher. She smiled. "Do you want to?" The girls behind her giggled. I smiled and took her hands and pulled her onto the stage. She was pretty light. We went behind the curtain. I had my hand on her waist. We stopped. Ronald was on the couch feeling-up the hottie from the bar. "Damn it, Ronny!" I felt like screaming. I rolled my eyes and led her to a wall. How classy. She was running her hands slowly down my back. "Before we start, how old are you?" I asked. I always had to ask. "I’m as old as you want me to be." She made a dive for my lips. I flung my head up and shook my head. "How old are you?" Her smile faded. Which usually meant she wasn’t that old. I let her waist go and took her hands off my bum. "I’m not a pedo. Sorry." She shook her head and began smiling. "I’m fourteen."

"I’m eighteen."

"So?"

"No, sorry. Your still in grade 9?"

She nodded slowly. "Shame."

She slid her back down the wall and began to weep. I didn’t know entirely what to do. I got my on skinny-jean knee’s and rubbed her shins. "It’s . . . okay.?"

She rubbed tears away. "This always happens. I’ll find a nice, hot guy and we’ll get along real well. Then I tell him I’m fourteen and it’s like telling him I’m a transvestite."

True.

I nodded. "Well, try to see it from our view: Your 14, right? Yeah. Imagine a ten-year-old asking you out. Understand? You are very pretty. Alright? I think you should go, before someone thinks that I’m hitting on you."

She nodded and tried to smile. "You must think I’m a total retarded little kid." I did, kinda. But why kick her when she was down? "No. C’mon. I’ll take you back. K?" She nodded and took my hand as I lifted her up. I hated to make people look bad. So I held her hands in front of her friends still waiting. I smiled at her and said loud enough for her friends to hear: "That was amazing. Are you sure you don’t want my number?" She was delighted and her tears had vanished. She shook her head and gave me a kiss. Jumping down to her friends, I realized I’m such a nice guy. I didn’t feel like socializing anymore. It was more of a drink-Pepsi-behind-the-stage-and-watch-TV type of night. I checked the crowd one last time and turned back into the curtains. Ronald had his shirt off and had just finished pulling the hotties’ pants off. God, he works fast. I went into the only dressing room we had reserved. There was 4 of us and only one dressing room. Someone doesn’t know how to count.

I opened the door and was hit by a wave of smoke. For a split second I thought it was on fire. I turned on the light and the smoke thinned considerably. It was DJ. He was smoking. "Close the door! You don’t want David walking in do ya?" DJ was terrified, naturally, of everyone, but of David catching him smoking the most. David wouldn’t let anyone in the band smoke. It killed his cousin, Arnold Banks. Arnold was his best friend as well. And when he was told he got cancer, he flipped out. His marks went straight down and he starting drinking heavily. His marks were averaged in a couple of months and he went to AA for almost a year. So now he’ll get wasted if we do but he won’t smoke.

DJ inhaled deeply and offered it to me. I had started when I was 13 and quit when I was 15. I rejected it and took a seat on the counter. Looking across the room I could see me, watching me, watching me, watching me, watching me, watching me . . . Dressing rooms made me uneasy. There were mirrors on every wall. And I could see myself. Every where. I was claustrophobic and this room didn’t help. I opened the only window and it slowly destroyed the fog. "You should really stop smoking, eh? I did and look how I turned out." I said with a smug smile.

"Oh yeah," he popped the f*g out and stomped it into the floor with his shoe. "You turned out real well. Didn’t I see you flirting with an oldy than feeling up a ten-year-old?" Touche. "I wasn’t flirting with him, and she was eleven, thank you." he laughed. Laid down on a counter and started playing with the mirrors.

"So, how are you?"

"I’m fine."

"No, how are you?"

"Oh," I knew what he meant. He usually rarely asked. See, what he knew that only 2 other people in the entire world knew, was that I was a vampire. Yup, a cold, heartless, blood-sucking vampire. Minus the cold and heartless part. I had been one since I was 13. I first thought it was just a part of puberty (that hit me like a brick wall) to want to drink blood. But doing research I learned I was sadly mistaken. Me, my parent’s, and my little brother had taken a trip to India where my brother stole from an old woman and she cursed our family. 1 month later my brother died of illness. And 2 months after my mom broke both her legs in a car-crash. My father divorced my mother. And I got turned into a creature of the night 4 months later.

"I’m fine."

© 2008 ThereWasBloodEverywhere

Author's Note

sry if its not wut u want,, but i was bored so yeah.... review me and tell me if its any good & i'll con't.
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Awww, I love how it started and ended, I really want you to continue the story line =3. A vampire in a band, it can't get any better =D. 1 problem though, I'm pretty sure the main character started out as a girl.. But then magically it seems that its a "guy" now =|. Maybe I missed something, I read it over 3 times but w/e. I love how you write stories, and the split personality thing really clicks =). I miss you a freaking ton, I hope you continue this epic story line (L). I really miss you =(.