They last cords were played, the last beat of the drum was heard, and the last escaping growl was cast of an oh-so wonderful performance. The crowd was wild with adoration and all saddened at the thought that the glorious moment was over. Some still swaying to the hum of energy that was slowly dying down in the air.

The band made their way off stage, sweating profusely and somewhat exhausted, and yet at the same time totally stoked at the crowd’s response to yet another astounding performance. They escaped quickly to the generously air conditioned dressing rooms. Roadies informing them they had to leave immediately for their next show. They quickly changed out of their costumes and went straight for the buffet table before them. All except Jon. He was a bit alarmed at them having to leave so soon. So he quietly snuck out the back wondering if he should seek out the odd girl from the bus.

Unexpectedly his senses were intruded with the sent of young blood. He knew exactly who it was. She was sitting on the concrete a few yards away from the bus, hidden slightly in the dark. She hadn’t noticed he was there. She seemed wrapped up in the sight of a cut on her leg. She was pretty disheveled from the concert, her chest heaving with every breath and her blood pumping wildly making her skin glisten with perspiration. He moaned involuntarily at the sight of her, making her look up in alarm.

She caught sight of him quickly and got up on her feet. Slowly coming towards him, she said in an edgy manner, “So… um…the show was great…and um well, hey I don’t think I’ve told you my name yet, it’s Criana.” Taking out her hand in a shake with a little burst of nervous laughter. Jon smiled, Criana, hmmm; “That’s a beautiful name. Mines Jon.” He smirked as he heard her giggle less tensely as they shook hands. He looked into her eyes now; he had been transfixed on her cut as well, seeing her blood already start to dry. He was dying for more. Her eyes reflected in the dim light as light brown almost matching her hair except for the sparkling red hidden within it’s thin, messy locks. He brushed a few strands away from her face making her cheeks blush a bit. She was extremely shy to be in the presence of someone she admired so greatly.

He then remembered why she was there in the first place. “So is it that you want me to make you a vampire, because well I’m sorry but I’m not exactly what your father is.” She looked up alarmed, “But you must be, you have fangs, you, you suck blood, and you have a coffin! But it’s true I have wondered how you can be interviewed during the day…” “Exactly,” he said, “I’m am a different breed of vampire. I do drink blood in order to survive and I cannot eat anything. The coffin I must sleep in some times during the day. But not everyday, I can still be in the sun, even though my eyes are very sensitive to it. And I can have sex, but I’m still unsure if I can have anymore children…” He trailed off pondering that thought, laughing a little. “So who made you??” Criana asked, still confused as to what he was.

He thought for a moment. The memory was very blurry as if he wasn’t supposed to remember it at all. “It had been a woman, I’m pretty sure she was from a bar, I don’t remember where, I think it was out of the country. But anyways, after she made me, she told me that I would be a different stronger breed of vampire. That is also why I don’t have to kill anyone when I feed, and actually I’ll soon not have to feed at all if I don’t want to, but I do find a huge pleasure in doing it.” He grinned almost childishly.

“Wow that’s amazing. That would be so much better than being a vampire. But you’re practically human. So just like a cannibal.” She exclaimed looking at him with a hint of disgust. “ No, no, no, I still have all the qualities of a vampire. I cannot be in the sun for a long time, I will become pale if I do not feed, I can read thought, and move in ways and speeds that normal humans cannot. I can also not get sick. So HIV’s are no problem. So in a way I’m like a messed up superhero.” He laughed once again. Criana was somewhat shocked now. She wanted to become a vampire so badly but now that she had found there are different kinds she was a bit confused.

She looked up at him once again to find him licking his lips, eyes fixed upon her cut. If you really want it, then take me. She thought. He quickly responded taking his hands to her waist bringing his head down to her leg licking at the cut at first then sinking his fangs into it forcing her to let out a gasp. He took quickly going back to licking at her leg. When she noticed his hands moving down her waist and his lips moving up her thigh, letting out hot drags of breath upon her legs. She started to tingle with nervousness and satisfaction. His hands found their way underneath her skimpy little skirt and to a tight thong. He was delighted at the little surprise and traced his fingers on it. Now Criana was blushing harshly, unable to control the stimulation that was growing between her legs almost like a burning sensation mixed with the heat of his breath and warm moisture of his tongue getting closer and closer to the edge of a silky purple strap. She let out a quiet moan as she felt his teeth tugging at it. Worrying he would feel the heat and dampness underneath.

At that moment, they were suddenly interrupted by the creak of the door behind them…

To Be Continued…