One Dark Night

He had waited for this day for months anticipating their arrival. He was by nature not an expressive person, especially in public, so even as the crowd convulsed around him he stood perfectly still just watching his favorite band perform. They were a local band, but rarely performed on the basis that they never played the same songs more then twice. The only way they played a song again is at the end of the concert and the crowd united as one and chanted the song title until they got what they wanted.

The soul of the music was pounding in his chest forging a new heart beat in his rib cage, pounding with a violent fury only understood by the human soul it’s self. The undercurrent of the beat vibrating in the curve of his hips and vibrating in his groin. The music carried him to a new place of peace. A world where nothing was right but you could live with it. It some how made everything right. So right you didn’t want to leave it. Even after the concert is over he stood in the same spot after being jostled as the wraiths masquerading as humans passed, trying to get out. He always stayed until the place was empty except for the crew cleaning up asking him to leave. He wanted to syphon off as much of the feeling as he could and stay in his stupor from the show forever, never to return to the reality that dragged him down and made him wonder if it was all worth it or not.

As he made his way out to his car he replayed the concert in his head. He could have sworn the lead singer had singled him out and looked directly into his eyes. He got this feeling every time he went to their concert. Logically it could make sense. If he was to be the only person in the crowd to not be moving he would be easy to single out and identify, but something in his heart told him other wise and found listening to his heart and soul was safer then believing everything his mind came up with. But, as he moved to get into his car he stopped. Normally, he got in his car, locked the door to shield himself from the out side world, buckled up and started his car and left right away. However, this time he only got so far as to lock the door. He looked out the windshield of his car and waited and watched. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt the urge to do so, but he listened to it and sat quietly in his car. After about a half hour he was rewarded.

A lone figure made it’s way out from the shadowed alley. There was nothing particularly special about it. It was male from the look of it dressed in casual clothes, jeans and a frumpy t-shirt that looked rather warn. The figure stopped at the mouth of the alley then slowly made his way towards his car. As the person made his way over he stepped from pool of light to shadow, to pool of light, to shadow, to pool of light, stopping when he was within three feet of the car. He was a handsome young man even his clothes couldn’t hide that face. There was a presence to him that struck a cord in his heart. His stunningly blue eyes looking at him from behind a curtain of pail blond hair. The lead singer from the band. The singer had then said something, but it was too low for him to discern through the car door, so he unlocked his door, got out of the car, and after closing his door leaning against it’s cold, but hard embrace.

“What was that,” he asked after a moment of watching the slouching singer.

“What color are your eyes,” he asked, his voice playing on the breeze of the late October night.

He almost didn’t under stand the nature of the question when it hit him, he was still wearing his contacts that shielded his eyes making them appear completely white. He only took them out for two reasons. One was to sleep, which sometimes he didn’t even do that, and the other was when he was working and that was only because he had to. Still watching the singer he debated the reasons why he might want to know the answer to such an odd question, and the only thing he could come up with was he might have an odd curiosity he wanted answered.

“Hazel,” was his reply.

The singer stood and seemed to contemplate something before asking, “Can you give me a ride home?”

“How for do you live?”

“About an hour and a half drive north.”

“How about you stay at my place tonight and tomorrow you can get a cab back?”

“Can I eat at your place?”

“Sure.”

The singer nodded and moved to the passenger side of the car as he slipped back into the drivers seat and unlocked the door for the blond beauty. The fifteen minute drive back to his place was punctuated by silence as neither felt the need to talk. As they climbed the stairs to his meager apartment he stopped to once again look at the singer. He then decided by the way he was dressed he probably wouldn’t mind the horrific state his humble home was always at. He then proceeded to unlock his door and saunter in, singer in tow.

The pace was small. As you entered you were in the living area which consisted of an armchair with a lap top computer idly sitting in it, and papers and books, and notebooks randomly strewn about. Behind the living area was a small kitchen to the left and a hall next to it on the right, leading to the bathroom and bedroom. He moved into the kitchen and pulled out the only food he had, a box of lucky charms and a half gallon of milk. He looked to the singer before he pulled out a clean bowl and spoon and walking away.

“That’s all I have here. You can sleep on the recliner if you want. It leans back and it pretty comfortable, or you can sleep with me. It’s a double bed. I don’t care either way what you choose, but if you sleep with me I ask that you be quite when you come in, I have work tomorrow.”

With that rather lengthy speech he turned and left for his room. Stopping in the shower for a quick cleaning to remove the grime he collected from the sweating people that had jostled him at the concert and then retreated to his room for bed, leaving his short black hair to dry on it’s own. After some time he was aware of shuffling foot steps and then the dip of the bed as the blond climbed in. He briefly wondered if he had eaten, or maybe if he had gone through his things on the floor.

Before he knew what he was doing he turned over and grabbed the young man and curled up with him. He had worked his arms around the youths waist and placed his head on his chest. He heaved a contented breath and fell back into a state between waking and dreaming. Apparently, the singer didn’t mind. He neither moved or complained in anyway before or after he had settled against him. He lay there listening to the singers heart beat beneath the flesh exterior and the muscle and bone interior of his lean body, letting their heart beats synchronize together and beat as one. Both drifted off to their separate realms to explore unknown lands as their bodies recharged.

As he awoke he found that the singer seemed to be awake. As he lay there half on the singer still he decided since the azure eyed beauty hadn’t run off he would use him a while before letting him go. He tightened his hold of the lithe body and rolling over so his ample body weight was settled perfectly on top of his own the missing piece to the puzzle. He then relinquished his hold, and languidly searched out the slim hands and slowly guided the blind limbs to his throat and with his hand on top of the youths molded them around his slim neck and applied pressure, encouraging the singer keep the pressure and even apply a little more.

He lay there thoroughly enjoying the weight of his body pushing his into the mattress below them, along with the comforting strain to his breathing. The feeling was indescribable for him. Many timed he had laid on his bed alone, longing for a physical pressure to be applied to his tightening pressure in his chest. And ever sense he had a dream of having a mysterious pair of hands at his throat gently, yet firmly squeezing, he wanted to try it, but always refrained from it for the fact he would have to ask some one to do this odd favor for him. That was just not going to happen, but then this beautiful opportunity presented its self and the person wasn’t even struggling or asking trivial questions he didn’t want to answer. It all seemed to good to be true. And so it was.

As he was emotionally, and thus physically, subdued by it all the blue eyed beauty gracefully removed his hands from his neck to his shoulders and nuzzled his face into the black hair at the base of his neck where he stayed for a while before moving his face back and tenderly, almost sweetly, kissed the spot just under his jaw where his pulse beat beneath the taught skin. He was enjoying the whole thing utterly relaxed, until he let out a sharp gasp at the pain that ripped through his soft neck. The singer having indulged the boy long enough had bitten into his neck and thus drank the supple nectar that flowed freely from the open wound he had inflicted.

He had wanted the boys life for some time. Every concert the boy was there unmoving, yet he could tell he was enjoying himself. He searched out the boys eyes, blotted out as they were, he could see through his facade as if it were a silk veil so shear it was almost invisible. What caught his attention the most though was the fact that he seemed so much wiser, so much more educated then the ‘normal’. It intrigued his to no end and he knew he must have this boys life. And as the boy lay beneath him coming to the verge of death he made his decision. As the body palled and the heat dispersing quickly, he left the boys neck and tore at his own wrist and placed it to the boys mouth; quietly commanding the boy to work this throat and swallow his last chance at keeping his consciousness. After the boy took as much as was permitted he was gathered into his saviors arms and they diapered, off to the singers safe haven to sleep off the oncoming day, never to separate for the rest of eternity.

The End