The Music of the Demons

AN: I really have no idea why I wanted to write a story like this. I just started thinking of things in a situation like this, and a story formed.

A WARNING to you all out there, this story had MPREG, and if you don’t like any of this, that’s too bad, and you can easily, very easily, push the back button.

Hello or goodbye.

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The phone rang, waking me fully from a fitful rest, one that I felt I deserved after a long time of being unable to sleep, or having odd dreams that confused me to no end.

The phone rang once more before I answered it, contemplating yelling at whoever woke me up, then slamming the phone against the wall, but no, that wouldn’t help at all.

“This had better be good.” I growled into the mouthpiece.

“Well hello to you too.” A voice said cheerfully over the line, I inwardly groaned, knowing who it was by the jauntiness mixed with sarcasm. An odd mixture, but he always managed to pull it off well.

“Adam.” I laid back, and made as if to suffocate myself with the pillow.

“Ding ding ding ding ding, and we have a winner! Lets see what prize you’ve just won. It seems to be an invitation!” Again, the contemplation of throwing the vile piece of technology against the wall, and scratch what I said earlier. It would help. Until Adam came after me and takes my head off, as I had no doubt he’d do.

“To what?” I gave in, not wanting to go through the trouble, since I knew he’d win anyway.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Then I’m not going.” I’d drawn a line a while ago to what he could and couldn’t drag me to, or in to.

“You’ll like it, I swear.” He begged, but no, I wasn’t going to give in unless he said where.

“That’s what you said like time, and we ended up getting a mob after us.”

“I swear, it’s not going to be anything like that. You like music, right?”

“And I don’t go to clubs.”

“It’s not a club, not exactly.”

“Not exactly?”

“Well, it is, but the crowd is usually a whole bunch of stuck up prudes.” Sounds much tamer than the crowds he likes to hang out in.

“And you want to go to a place like that, why?”

“Because some guy is going to play a song that I’d know you like, and you haven’t heard it played in a while.”

“Oh yeah? Which one is that?”

“That’s the surprise.”

“But still, why would you want to go?”

“It’s the twenty second.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t tell me you actually forgot.” He said, sounding pissed, and I began to think of everything that fell on March twenty second, but came up with nothing.

“Did someone die?” I guessed, knowing I was wrong anyway. I just wanted him to get pissed. Call it payback from waking me up.

“It’s your goddamned birthday?!” Was screeched into my ear, and I sighed. That’s right.

“Oh.”

“Don’t just fucking say ‘oh,’ like it’s no big deal.” I don’t see why it is, I mean, it's my birthday, and I should be able to remember it or forget it if I should choose to.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t fucking say sorry either, cause I know your not.”

“Then what would you rather I said?” I asked, and he paused.

“Come with me.” I rolled my eyes.

“Fine, when do we leave?” There was an intake of breath.

“Really?” I could hear the disbelief in his voice, and I smirked.

“Yeah. Now tell me before I change my mind.” I ordered, sighing now, because I knew it was probably going to be very soon. Adam always did do things at the last minute, and I wasn’t going to have a chance to go back to my peaceful dreams.

“An hour.” I was right. I can’t remember why I even became friends with him in the first place. I think it had to do with being raised in the same clan. Brotherhood or kinship or whatever.

“Fine.” And with that, I hung up, and feel back onto the bed with a groan. I didn’t want to do this, but I was curious about what Adam was talking about. I love music, yes, but I can’t remember something that I haven’t heard in a while that I really like. There were too many.

After a minute, I got up, and headed for the shower, as I did every time I got up, but not for the usual reason.

Lately, I’d been dreaming of something that I would rather die than admit. Well, less of a thing, and more of a person. A man, to be exact.

I’d care less about being a homosexual, but the kind of dreams… I just don’t want to seem so desperate.

But is that what it is? Some of my kind have been known to dream about possible futures, and I’ve been dreaming about someone I don’t remember ever meeting before.

Maybe I have? I’ve seen many of things over through all my years, some memories dormant, while other’s that rise, as if being replayed right in front of my eyes yet again.

I heard my front door open quickly, and someone flying up the stairs in a haste.

“Adam.” I said as my door flew open, and the man walked through, as if he was trying not to show how excited I knew he was.

“Dean.” He countered, a smirk on his face, which I wanted nothing more than to wipe off, but that would be a bad idea.

“Lets go.” I said, grabbing my coat, and walking out to his car.

I have a car, but not a license, not that I don’t know how to drive said car. I just never had the time to go get one.

It was just a bother, and besides, I’d never need it anyway.

“Ready?” Adam asked, though he’d already started the car and was going before I even had the door shut. If anything was going to kill me, it was going to be Adam’s driving skills, whether I was in the car or not, it was going to happen.

“This had better be good,” I told him, and he looked at me.

“And if it isn’t?” He challenged, and I leaned back in the seat.

“I’ll find some way to make you regret it, I assure you.” I told him, and then we were quiet. Or at least I was. Adam just chattered away about something or another, not even bothering to see if I was listening or not. I drifted in and out.

Eventually the car stopped, yet I stayed still, my eyes long since closed and I was dozing off. I didn’t really want to move, and I was hoping, just hoping, that Adam would actually leave me alone. I wasn’t in luck.

“Get out,” He said, opening the door on my side of the car, and tugging at my arm, almost making me fall out of the seat.

“Fine fine,” I groaned, and stepped out, looking up at the building that we hard parked near.

It just looked like a regular building, dark, because it was nighttime, yet big.

“It’s something to do with old people,” Adam said from beside me. Fuck, the guy didn’t even know what it was. Wonderful.

“There’s a kid that’s going to play the violin, they say he’s really good.” Another wonderful thing. I just love hearing shit being played on a great musical instrument. Lets see how the humans have messed it up now.

“And you’re sure I’m going to like this?” I couldn’t see how. The only thing I liked were songs of my old days. Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven, my favorites, to an extent.

“Yeah, trust me.” Adam said, still looking up at the building. There were other people, that were already walking inside, and we followed them.

The room we walked into, was just a small part of the building, but this seemed to be where all the action was going to take place, since this was the room where there were many chairs set up in front of small stage, lit by lights overhead.

The main attraction had yet to appear, according to the other’s, he was really hot stuff.

Adam better be telling the truth, or I was going to kill him. Most of his ideas and schemes and plans never panned out, and I was always the one who got the shitty end of the deal, which means I was the one who got in trouble for it.

I was so deeply immersed into finding ways of revenge without being gotten revenge on in turn, that I missed the “violinist” coming out.

When I did notice though, I couldn’t help but do a double take.

It was him. The man from my dreams. Except, he was less of a man, and more of a teenager.

Fuck, I’m not a fucking gay pedophile am I? Well, he looks like he might be a teenager, maybe eighteen or so, so I thought I was safe there.

But god, why him? Why now? Why the fuck did it have to be true?

I mean, I’ve never seen the boy before, so I had to assume it was conjured up in my dreams, or that I really had seen the future, which, as far I got in the dream, I had slept with him. And what a good fuck it seemed to be, too.

But the fact that it actually seemed that I might have a relationship with him.

No, I promised, I would never fall in love with a human, it only ended in misery there.

I mean, it’s not like I could turn him, humans don’t live through that process. Half humans can though, though the other half is demon, and most demon blood poisoned and killed my kind, so that was a no go, as well.

It’s kind of weird, now that I think about it, since a vampire is a demon, in every sense of the word.

The very darkness that people are shadowed in death by.

Even if it meant denying fate, which had never worked out for anyone else, either, I was not going to give my love to a human.

But… no. Even if he was somehow my mate, it was not going to happen.

But what if he wasn’t human? I couldn’t exactly tell from here, I was in the back of the room, and the smell from everyone else overpowered my senses. Perfume. Cologne. Broccoli. Why the hell did old people always smell like broccoli? I’m older than everyone here, but all I smell like is a man, with a hint of sex, whether I’ve fucked anyone or not. It comes with being a vampire. Have to play every part of a seductor, can’t just go around smelling like garbage.

Besides, what if I’m wrong. What if it only is sex that happens between me and him, and I’m just looking to far into this. Maybe we just end up friendly fuck buddies?

Even as I thought that, I knew it was wrong. I had real feelings for him in that dream. I couldn’t remember all that well, and only a hint of it was left over, but it was there, and I knew what it felt like.

Maybe things would work out? I should at least try, right?

Maybe he is my mate?

“Listen up, your song is about to play,” Adam said from beside me, and I began to listen to the music that was flowing from the boys violin.

He really did play quite eloquently. The song he played, it wasn’t too well known, but it was a hard piece to play. Very beautiful.

“Right after this one,” Adam stared at the boy intently, not noticing my distress. I almost laughed when I realized I was jealous by the look Adam was giving the one I was trying hard not to call mine.

It had a nice ring to it though…

The sound of the next song brought me out of my own thoughts, and I stared in amazement at the music the boy preformed.

The Devil’s Trill.

To think, a boy of his age, being able to master it so well, and there was barely a mistake, if any. Maybe a little too low pitch, though only because my ears were straining to here the tune.

Fuck, I was already trying to find fault in something magical.

The boy continued to play, his eyes closed, and I got a good look at him. He really was beautiful, just like the music he played.

Lithe body, not too tall, almost fragile looking. Such a serene look on his face, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he was laughing at my expense, because I was such an idiot. As if we both knew that I had made my decision. I was going to go after him. I was going to make him mine.

Even so, I kept straining my ears, I just had to find some imperfection.

Along with the music, I began to hear something else that I couldn’t identify. It was coming from near the boy.

It got a little louder, it sounded like something heavy was moving, a little bit at a time, back and forth.

I was too intent on trying to hear this noise, that when the music suddenly stopped, the silence was more deafening that anything.

It distracted me enough to see the confused look on the boys face, his head cocked to the side, as if he was listening to the noise as well.

I could see his body tense, before he suddenly started walking backwards, but stopped a few feet away from his original spot.

His audience began to whisper amongst themselves, wondering what was going on, and a man walked from one side of the stage, and angry look on his face, though he didn’t get far, when one of the light fixtures above the stage came crashing down, right where my angel had been standing, not a minute before.

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A/N: You can find the Devil's Trill on youtube. A woman, Venessa Mae plays it. I'm not much for the video, and they add a beat to it, but it's alright.