(Videodrone/Jonathan Davis)
Fifteen, pure and clean, innocent
Lost sheep, secrets I keep, under lock
and key
Someone help me
So look, at me, you're like a superstar
I can impress your mind, I swallow
Sorry, sorry
I'm so scared so I try
I confide in nothing, I just hide
Lips meet, sickness repeats, all over
again
Upset, forget we met, want to wish it away
Only if I could
So look, at me,you're like a superstar
I can impress your mind, I swallow
Sorry, sorry
I'm so scared so I try
I confide in nothing, I just hide
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten
Some things are better held inside
Some things are better forgotten
No one will ever understand me
No one to hold my hand
I got you, I hold you
I'll take you on one hell of a ride
I'll break you, I'll make you
In your head you can't hide
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten
Some things are better held inside
Some things are better forgotten
He arose from his day light slumber as soon as the last rays of sun crept under the horizon. Brushing a few wild strands of hair out of his almost translucent face. He gently placed the velvet-lined, cover over his coffin. He had told the band he slept in this crude casket for inspiration. Not telling them the real truth. But at this time his hunger was already burning through his veins. He needed a quick kill. And his band mates, so peaceful in slumber, were oh so tempting. He had fed on them occasionally, never too much.
His eyes shone, fiercely as he gazed down at Brian. He was so strong, and his blood was most powerful for a mortal. The temptation was overwhelming. But he remembered they would be performing that night. He wondered why they hadn’t arrived yet. He looked out of the windows, of their tour bus. They had finally arrived; the San Jose Arena’s crisp, white dome was lit up full force, he flinched, why was there so much damn light! He looked back at Brian, who had started to stir. “What, what…are we there?”
He sprung out of bed as he saw Jonathan’s eyes; they seemed almost red; like burning orbs. “Dude!” he scrambled to his feet. Jon took at step back from the window and his eyes seemed to transform back to their comforting, yet sorrowful, brown. Brain sighed, “just the light” he mumbled to himself under his breath. Jon pretended to have not heard him. “Hmm? Did you say something?” The truth was his words were clear as a bell.
Brian was about to speak when James came in sleepy eyed. Jon was overwhelmed with the smell of his blood. His hunger was excruciating. “Damnit!” he yelled. In unison Brian and James asked what was wrong. Jon suddenly realized he had spoken aloud. “Err…Um…Nothing...Just…just, a headache.” Brain eyed him questionably, “ok, do you want me to get some aspirin or somethan?” “No, no, I think I’ll be fine.”
Just then Feildy barged in, already intoxicated and ready for the show. “What the fuck dudes, your gonna be late. And you aren’t getting’ any beer. Haha.” He slurred, then quickly adding when he saw a patch of Jon’s skin exposed in the light, “are you sick Jon, your fuckin’ white as hell.” Shit, he thought, and covered his arm with his other hand, just as pale. He needed blood. “Um, when does the show start?” He asked. Feildy scratched his head for a second, took another chug of beer and remarked half-sure “Bout 2 hours maybe. But you better get ready now, we were late getting here.” Jon asked hopingly, “Do you think I could get a groupie in before I get ready.” They all laughed. “So is that your problem Jon?” Brian chuckled, and grabbed the beer from Feildy. Snarling playfully when Feildy attempted to reclaim it. “Well?” Jon asked, pure agony spread across his face, his heart was pounding furiously. “Ya, ya…if you make it a quickie.” More laughter. Jon was as happy as a schoolboy and rushed out of the room. James was in a fit of laughter, rolling on the floor. And Brian and Feildy were choking back theirs.
As soon as Jon opened the door a mob of willing women threw themselves upon him. He would have taken them all if it were possible. Instead he took a young girl, she had barely responded when he had opened the door, but something in her eyes beckoned him. He grabbed her arm and slammed the door behind her. When he turned around he was shocked to find her brushing back the hair from her neck that exposing two seemingly old bite marks. He could see her blood rushing under her smooth skin. He didn’t care about what she had to say only that he had to take her. He embraced her in his arms ready to receive her right there, when he saw his friends staring in curiosity from down the hall.
He gave them a “fuck-off” glare and flung himself and his victim in the bathroom, locking the door. She was staring at him coldly and yet in awe. “What?! You were going to say something now say it.” He barked, surprised at his own harshness. She was unfazed. Then seemed to change into a completely different person. “This, this is my only second time doing this…I did Head last time you guys came. Um, did you want to call the shots or did you want me to take control.” He was woozy; he hadn’t heard a word, his eyes were locked on the veins of her wrist. He looked up into this girl’s jaded eyes. “Just close your eyes and don’t be afraid when you feel a slight pain.” She was sort of confused but decided to obey.
He took her head in his hands kissing her cheek, looking at the old bite marks on her neck; these couldn’t be mine. They were much bigger. But the smell of her was invigorating, he took her on impulse, gently breaking the skin letting the pure, rich blood slide over his lips and trickle down his throat. Sheer ecstasy. She gasped as she felt her blood drain away. Her hands clutched tightly at the back of his head, raking through his dreadlocks. He would have killed her but had some remorse for the poor soul. He let go. Quickly licking away the blood from his lips.
She whispered in his ear, “ please make me one.” He stepped back in surprise. She was still conscious?? Her fingers went to the old bite marks on her neck. “From my Father.” “He feeds on me and my brother sometimes.” Jon was bewildered that this young girl knew what he was. She went on, “He won’t let me become a vampire because I’m too young. I think that’s stupid, I want to be one now!” He was speechless. Suddenly there was a thunderous bang on the door.
“Rap it up man, we gotta get ready!” He opened the door to find the whole band staring at him. “Well you look better. Who was the lucky lady, she seemed kinda short from down the hall.” The girl came up from behind Jon; a soft shine of the light exposed her face. “Jesus Jon, they’re getting younger and younger, you better watch out or you’ll get caught.” Brian exclaimed. Jon smiled sheepishly, putting his arm around the girl, “You wouldn’t tell, now, would you?” He looked down at her, noticing a small streak of blood on her neck. He wiped it up with his fingers unnoticeably. “Of course not” The girl replied, “I didn’t tell on Head did I?” She raised an eyebrow at Brain, who was now beat red. “You fucking hypocrite.” Feildy punched him softly on his arm.
“Hey where’s David?” James asked. They all looked at Jon for a second who was licking his fingers. Caught in the act he blushed furiously. “Aw man that’s nasty dude.” They whirled around and saw David between two half-naked blondes. “Look at you!” Jon shot back at him. David looked from one side to another. “Ya, this is the life huh?” He was beaming at his claim.
A roady came in “Hurry up, and get ready!” He was a young college student; he glanced at Jon and the girl and then David. “You guys are so fucked,” he said under his breath. Jon stopped him with a firm glare. “I was giving the young lady a tour, she won it as a prize.” The boy shrugged.
Ah so beautiful. His arms strained and built from all the work. Some day I will have a taste of you, Jon thought. “You have nice taste,” the girl said. Everyone looked at her confused. Jon was yet again shocked. She can read my mind!! “Um, never mind her. Shouldn’t you be getting to your seat now?” “Oh, um, ya, can I come back here after the show?” All eyes were on him. “Maybe.” And he opened the door mumbling the direction to the entry. “I know,” she said.
To Be Continued…
