The Music of the Demons

Another warning, this story has quite a bit of angst in it. More than I usually write, anyway.

bcsaturdai: I do to. Didn't used to though, but now i love them. Gay couples deserve to have children too, and since it doesn't give anything away, yes, Adam is too.

Itchan:Didn't mean to make them seem so similar... I like her too, she's really an amazing violinist. And it is, apparently real hard to play. First time i ever heard, even a part of it, was Yami no Matsuei.

crazykitty: I did ;)

Thanks for the reviews. Like i may have put on my other stories, lots of reviews help chapters get out faster, though you'll have to wait for the weekends for me to update any of them. For that, i apologize.

On with the story!

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I couldn’t help but stare as the man that had walked on stage, quickly rushed the boy away, out of my sight.

“Well, how about that? Almost got to see someone die,” Adam pouted, and I about took his head off, before remembering myself.

“Don’t say that.” I told him. Adam saw that I was trying to hold my anger in, and he looked at me as if I was crazy.

“What the hells wrong with you?” I shook my head.

“I really don’t know,” I said. I wasn’t going to tell him about the boy and the claim I had just made on him. It wasn’t something Adam needed to know, not right now. Not until I figured it out for myself.

But then again, Adam might have a chance of talking me out of taking a ride that spiraled deep into hell, and never came back.

Some things are better left unknown, I’ve been told, so many times, and this was one of things that were meant to be that.

I couldn’t tell Adam, not now, and maybe not ever.

But I did need to find my angel. I had to make sure he was alright, at least. The man that had pulled him away still looked pissed, and I could only imagine what he was doing to what’s mine.

If I have it my way, my angel would never be touched by anyone other than me, ever again.

Fuck I’ve got it bad.

I had to lose Adam some way, so he wouldn’t figure out what I was doing. I might not be able to talk to my angel, but that wasn’t going to stop me making sure he was alright.

But then again, if he heard what I heard, what’s to stop him from hearing me get near?

How the hell did he hear the light about to fall anyway? I had trouble hearing it, and I only did because I was listening to, well, anything that might be off.

It raised my hopes up, maybe he wasn’t human, but no, I shouldn’t do that. It would only hurt worse in the end.

I should stop just thinking and fucking acting on it.

But how to lose Adam?

“I’m going to go get a meal,” Adam said, before disappearing, most likely towards the parking lot. Well, that was easy.

My next problem was being able to find my angel. I wasn’t sure what he smelt like, and the other people had stirred up the air to much in their panic when the light fell, and almost killed the boy.

A few men had come out, security guards or something of the like, and were pretty much telling the people to get their asses out of the building so they could clean up without disturbance.

Most of them were leaving anyway. More than one old woman was saying what a poor boy my angel was. I had to learn more about him, but I wasn’t going to listen to the local gossip.

Once most of the building had been emptied out, I stole down a hallway when no one was looking. I could do this by the outside, looking in the windows, but how would I know which window, or if my angel was even in a room with windows?

The thought of my future lover being with an angry man alone spurred me on faster, and I moved as quickly as I could.

The hallways were lit up, and it was easy to see where I was going. Most of the doors were probably locked, but that didn’t matter. I’d be able to tell if there was someone behind the door or not, just by listening to their heartbeat.

I quickly came to a stop when I heard two distinct heartbeats coming from a room nearby, and the door opened. I jumped to the ceiling, my claws becoming long, allowing me to situate myself on the wall without falling off, like a fly.

It was the mad man. He didn’t seem that old as well, maybe in his thirties. I could quickly tell by his smell that he hadn’t done anything sexual to my angel, which was a relief. Otherwise, I would have to kill him.

The man was muttering something under his breath, not even trying to form words, and walked away, without having a clue that I was there. He was definitely human. I could tell by the way he stunk of human. Grease and booze.

Disgusting.

When the man was out of sight, a stray thought placing him as the manager, most like, I dropped down on my feet, and stood in front of the door that my angel was behind.

If my heart could beat, I was sure that it would stop.

Nervousness was sort of a new thing for me, really.

Everything thought that had me hesitating and screaming at myself that I shouldn’t do this, completely left my mind as the door opened, right when my hand had gone to the handle.

I stared at the object of my newly found desires stood in front of me, face framed by brown hair, not long enough to be called girlish by a long shot.

He was even more beautiful up close.

What really caught my attention were his eyes, both iris and pupil being the same color, a dark gray, like a diluted black.

I continued to stare at him, waiting for him to say something, but he only stood there. I watched as his eyebrows slowly begin to scrunch in a cute, confused expression, as if he was thinking of something he couldn’t figure out. It made me realize that he might not, when I heard the next words that came out of his mouth.

“Is… someone there?”

I took a step back. No, this was wrong. My love couldn’t be blind. It was crossing the line twice and twice again. It was against the clans rules to mate with those of the same sex, but with someone who couldn’t survive on his own, any kind of disability that could give our kind away, vampire or not.

It just couldn’t happen.

“Hello? I know your there. This isn’t funny.” My would’ve-been angel’s face slowly went from confused to angry. Even that expression made my blood boil, in a good way.

Blind or not, I want to fuck him, bad.

I almost lost my resolve to not touch him, when I picked up his scent.

It was like nothing I had ever smelled before. Exotic, earthy, and a hint of demonic blood and sex in him. It was usual, though. Most demons smelled that way. It’s natural, and it’s been given a name.

“Your really starting to piss me off.” Maybe, just maybe, there was a way around this? Maybe it was just a ploy to get attention, and he really just had contacts in?

It could’ve been that way with the light as well. Maybe he’d known all along, and it was just a trick to get pity? But no, I seriously doubted that.

The angry look was getting more and more angry, and I loved the way his mouth moved when he spoke, shaping each word, pronouncing it in a clear voice.

Oh, what it would be like to hear him scream my name…

I was shaken out of my thoughts once again tonight, when the door begin to close, and I didn’t think before I already had my hand on it, to stop it from closing.

It was as if it was the pathway to my world and his. If it closed, it would cut me away from him for forever.

“What the fuck do you want?” Oh, my angel had such a mouth on him. I would just love to get a chance to teach him how to use it…

And even though I had gotten this far, this close to him, I had no idea what to say.

Hi, I had dreams about having sex with you. I’m also vampire, do you want to be my mate?

I know that won’t go over well. Besides, I can only smell a bit of demon blood in him, it could’ve been tainted by human blood first hundreds of years ago.

When demons mingle with humans, they don’t tell them what they are, and a lot of woman go off, not know thing that they’re carrying a half breed in their womb, and men go off, not even knowing the child that had shown up on their doorstep without even a note, was a half breed as well.

Demons aren’t known for keeping it in their pants.

I could end up scaring this boy for life, if he didn’t know what he truly was. Even so, with just a bit of demon blood, there was a chance that he had some leftover power, like the so called sixth sense. A lot of demons that had procreated with humans, most had precognitive powers.

“If you don’t say anything, I’m going to call for a guard,” my angel threatened. Maybe I could find someone to heal his eyes? I mean, maybe he wasn’t born like this?

If it turned out that something unnatural messed up his eyes, even turning him might be able to change this.

“Don’t,” I finally said, and the look on my angel’s face immediately became lighter. Had I passed some sort of test?

“Well, now that you’ve finally talked, do you need something?” He said, almost kindly. I began to nod, before I remembered he couldn’t see.

“Yes,” I answered, and my angel waited. I should probably stop calling him my angel.

No, that’s not going to happen, but I should at least learn his name.

“What’s your name?” I finally asked. Original.

“Kaden,” He said after a slight hesitation.

Kaden, perfect for my angel.

I stared at him a while more, not even bothering to introduce myself. I’ll tell him if he asks.

But he didn’t, he stood there, his head cocked to the side, as if he as listening to something, a confused expression on his face, and I realized something.

If he was able to hear the light fixture, what was to keep him from hearing my heartbeat, or lack thereof?

His mouth opened slightly, ready to speak. I had to get out of here. I was swimming in very dangerous waters.

“What-” was all he managed to get out, before I was gone.

I felt guilty afterwards, when I was walking down the sidewalk to my home. I really shouldn’t have just left him there alone.

Did it matter though? I was probably just going to go back later on tonight anyway.

Every thought in my mind was screaming at each other.

Go back. No, leave him. Never go see him again. Woo him. Love him. Steal him away.

It was maddening.

Before I knew it, I was in the middle of the city. Maybe I should go hunting as well, to sate my thirst that had risen up. Another reason why I couldn’t stand being near my angel. His blood sang to me, poisonous to me or not. I’m not perfect.

Like a human with drugs, addicting but deadly. Can’t say no, don’t want help, just have to have it, take it, want it. Need it.

I needed him.

Hunting for anything else wouldn’t sate me, it would only make my hunger for him grow. Even without trying, I knew it would already be hopeless.

This is what happens when you defy the fates.

But the least I could do was clear my head. What’s the use for that, though? I’d only go crazy with want once I went back to him. Nothing was going to keep me away from him.

Not even Adam, if he found out. I’m not above killing to get what I want.

I think I’m going crazy. I don’t even know the kid, met him only once, dream excluded, and already I’m obsessing over him.

Maybe this is what it feels like to find my mate?

It’s rare, but not unheard of. Most demons don’t even look, unless they’re sure that they’re intended was a demon, or something of the like.

Humans live such short lives, it would just be devastation in the end. Vampires were lucky, sometimes. Half demons had the same life span as a human, but they could be turned. Humans were too weak to live through the process. Even blood diluted as Kaden’s, he could still live through it, though with a lesser chance than that of a full blood.

Funny how everything’s left to chance.

I had to try at least. My mistake was going to meet him. If not, I might’ve been able to live without him, but I had his scent now, and I felt like my insides would burn if I didn’t have his blood inside me, cooling me down.

It was too late, I was already addicted.

With that, I turned around, and went as quickly as I could back to the building, hoping that my angel hadn’t already left.

I was in luck, it seemed, for I could sense him inside the building.

It comes with being near my mate, once I’ve caught his scent. Once I’ve tasted his blood, I’d be able to know what he was feeling.

There was no way I would ever sink low enough to be the submissive. I wasn’t born that way, it was in my blood to be controlling.