So. I'm back, and with a brand new story--or not so brand new, if you've seen/heard me talking about it before and maybe even been lucky enough to get a link to the gdoc... Either way, if you've never seen it before, then enjoy it all the same and do give me feedback and constructive crit. I love that--and reviews. I have every plan on continuing this eventually, I'd just like some feedback on it; so tell me if you like it or not, and why!
Chapter 1
A dark skinned, dark hair man stood staring out a window, high up above a city street. His back was to the other people in the room. Three very beautiful young people and two others, who appeared to be dazed. One of the beautiful people chuckled and leaned down, lips brushing one of the dazed boy’s ears. The boy shuddered. He couldn’t have been much older than fifteen or sixteen.
“Samad,” called the only girl in the room; a girl with dark hair and exotic features. She looked barely sixteen. “Why don’t you come join us? You know you to need to feed.” The man at the window didn’t move and the girl pouted. “Such despair,” she murmured, turning back to the dazed boy.
“Shashaiti, leave him be. Can’t you tell he’s tired?” The dark haired girl glanced towards a boy who could almost be her twin. In fact, he actually was. “It’s almost dawn. You know the sun hits him the hardest.”
The girl pouted again. “It’s only because he’s the oldest, Rasui.”
The man turned, gaze brushing first Shashaiti and then her twin. “Rasui, leave your sister be. She only wants attention.” He approached the small group, smiling slightly. The boy, who was leaning back against the couch, head lolling against the arm. “Ah, who is this, Shasha?” The girl, Shashaiti, hopped up from her seat and gestured to the boy still laid out on the couch.
“This is Jake,” she announced, licking her lips. “AB negative. Very delicious.” Samad chuckled and slid closer. The boy, Jake, had a set of tiny, well placed bite marks marring his neck. The man shot Shashaiti a look. She just smiled at him.
“And the older boy?”
“That is Alexander,” she said, skipping over to the boy the other person in the room held face-first against a wall. “Jake’s older brother. O positive.”
Samad snorted. “Brothers,” he murmured and shook his head. “Is there anyone who will miss them? Parents, perhaps?”
Little Shashaiti, for her and her brother looked very young compared to the other two men in the room, drifted to Samad’s side and leaned against him with a little sigh. “No parents. Just a girlfriend--Alex’s. She won’t miss him for several days or more.”
“Tell me you didn’t compel her, Shasha.”
She withdrew from the older man and went to her brother, throwing herself into his arms. Her brother calmly met the older man’s gaze while his sister avoided looking towards Samad. She sighed and leaned her head against her brother’s shoulder. The pair went still for a long moment, as if they were thinking--or perhaps, they were having a conversation. Samad smiled slightly and turned back to the younger boy, leaning over him. Jake met his gaze and smiled, still completely dazed.
“She didn’t,” came Rasui’s voice. Samad glanced towards them. He watched them for a long moment before he nodded and returned his gaze to the human.
“Hello Jake,” he murmured, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the marks marring his neck. They healed under his lips. “You are going to come with me.” Samad pulled back and watch as the boy followed him up, lips moving soundlessly. The dark haired man couldn't help but laugh as the boy followed him out onto the balcony, leaving the remaining members of Only In Silence inside.
Samad was really pushing his luck. It was very late, and the sun was only minutes away from rising, but he did need to feed. Hence the boy. He let the boy stumble after him and, when he was close enough, he caught the boy’s wrist and tugged him close. The boy didn’t fight him as Samad drew him close and leaned him against the balcony railing. He murmured something in Arabic, which, if one were listening closely, may have sounded like a prayer before his opened his mouth wide, revealing a set of four fangs, and he leaned over the boy, sinking his teeth into the boy’s neck.
Jake started, trying to jerk away with the beginnings of a high-pitched scream bubbling from him mouth.
Samad swiftly silenced him with a hand snapping his jaw shut and holding it that way. He drew a mouthful of blood from the boy, who was soon lost, and then another, and another...
After a while, Samad withdrew and swung the limp boy up into his arms. Sunlight was glinting down on the city below him, and it hurt his eyes. He had not been born a vampire, but neither had he wanted it. Samad was mostly immune to sunlight, he’d been around that long. Besides, his maker had been ancient even when he had turned the dark-skinned man. Samad remember the day well, but those memories were best kept as just that--memories. He could wallow in the despair of three millennium later.
He retreated to his apartment, a very large and spacious one, and gently laid the boy down on the couch, right beside his brother. Neither he or his brother would remember the night when they woke up. Samad straightened up, glancing towards the door way to one of the many bedrooms. “Armand,” he began, frowning. “Why are you not asleep?”
“I was waiting for you, my lord,” the other, blond haired man stated. Samad watched as he withdrew into the bedroom, wincing. Armand was the youngest out of all of them, not even in his third century. He should not have still be awake, let alone functional. Then again, that was why he had chosen the man. Armand, when he was still human, could not fall asleep. It had driven him to insanity, wherein he had killed several young woman and mutilated dozens more. By turning the man, Samad had given him the gift of sleep and cured his insanity. Turning him from human to vampire had changed Armand’s DNA enough to remove the faulty genes and renew them. As far as Samad knew anyway.
Samad sighed and moved to close the balcony doors before joining Armand in the darkened room. The other man looked so unsure as Samad entered the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him to block out the sunlight. “Still not sleeping well?” he asked gently, guiding the younger vampire to the bed. Armand sat down and Samad followed him.
“It’s not so much the sleeping...” he murmured, trailing off as he tried to think of how to put it. Samad waited patiently while the younger vampire tried to find the right words. “It’s more like... I’m afraid to be alone.”
Samad sighed, pulling the other man into a hug. “I understand,” he murmured, lips brushing the other vampire’s ear. “Come, you should be fine with me here.” He moved onto the bed and settled against the pillows, his gaze on Armand. The younger vampire sat still for a moment, staring at him, before he moved to curl up beside Samad. “Now, close your eyes...”
Several moments later, Armand was fast asleep in Samad’s arms. The older vampire smiled slightly before holding the other man close and closing his eyes. He knew Shashaiti and her brother would be fine. They also shared a room, but only if they had no current lover. Their connection seemed to work best when they were close to each other. Armand, on the other hand, had only one talent. He dreamt of things yet to come, and sometimes shared those dreams with Samad, in some strange way. This was how Samad learned of the feisty young redhead that would walk into his life very soon.
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Samad sighed and shook his head, glancing towards his fellow band members. The music abruptly cut out as he put the mic back on the stand and walked away from it. Armand, Shashaiti and Rasui watched him as he went to a nearby table and picked up a bottle of water. “Sam?” Shashaiti asked, setting down her guitar for the moment. “Is there a problem?” She took a step away from her brother only for Rasui to take her arm and give her a meaningful look, which she returned with a frown.
“The tune is off,” Samad announced, turning to face him. A frown marred his features. He fiddled with the bottle of water, humming the tune before his frown deepened. “I think I know where it went wrong,” he said and put the bottle down, moving back to the mic. “Raz, start the beat again, would you?” Rasui nodded and started up a lazy beat with his drum set. Samad nodded taking the mic off the stand. “Shasha, guitar.” He glanced at Armand. “You know what to do.” Armand nodded and went back to his keyboard.
Samad smiled and listened to the music as Shashaiti jumped in with a little more upbeat rhythm and Armand timed in perfectly with a hypnotic tune. Samad grinned and flashed his fellow band mates a satisfied smile. Armand smiled back while the twins grinned at each other.
“Perfect,” he said and looked up at the group of people on the other side of the glass. The young man sitting down was nodding along to the music, altering the music from that side. Samad nodded to the people behind that young man; their manager, who was human, and the other man, who was also a vampire and a fellow artist. There also a woman, who was deep in hushed conversation with Mitchell, the manager. Samad glanced back at his children and grinned. “One, two, three,” he said loudly. “Let’s go.” And they dove into their music.
Five minutes later, Samad looked up to see Mitchell nodding and giving them the thumbs up. Samad nodded and put the mic on the stand, walking away. They were done anyway and Mitchell knew that Only In Silence liked to keep their music mostly unaltered, and he obliged. Besides, the man knew what they were and he catered to their needs, if they only were to ask. They rarely did, but he didn’t mind. Samad was smiling as he picked up the bottle of water he’d had before and opened it, taking a sip.
“That’s it for today,” Mitchell said over the intercom. Samad glanced towards him. Mitchell smiled. “You have you next CD done, Samad. It’s good.” Samad nodded and glanced towards the rest of his band. They put down their instruments and flocked to his side. Shashaiti threw herself into his arms when he held them open.
“You did well,” Samad told them, smiling. He kissed Shashaiti on the forehead and released her. She went back to her brother’s side, smiling. “Come on, let’s go.” He let Armand duck under his arm and led those in his little group towards the door that separated the recording studio from the control room. The twins went ahead of him, holding the door open so Samad and Armand could pass through. “So, how did it go?” Samad asked Mitchell.
The human looked up from the mixing console where had had been discussing something with the young man. “It looks good, Sam,” he replied smiling at the vampire. Samad decided to indulge the human, nodding to encourage him to continue. “Hey Chris, play it, would you?”
Chris, the young man sitting at the mixing console looked up and nodded. He hit a few buttons and a moment later, their latest track played in the control room. Samad listened to it for a moment before he smiled and gave his fellow band members a look. They were smiling, too. Samad nodded. “Sounds good,” he said. “Right, guys?”
Shashaiti giggled, hanging off her brother. “It sounds really good,” she said, laying her head on Rasui’s shoulder. “How many songs is that for the CD now?” She gave Samad a dreamy look. The older vampire chuckled and turned his attention to Mitchell.
“You recorded about thirty songs,” the human said, frowning at the list the woman held up. “You guys can go through it later and pick out your top twelve. We have three we would really like on the CD.”
Samad nodded, smiling slightly when Armand laid his head on the older vampire’s shoulder. “Sounds good, Mitchell,” he said, brushing hair out of his youngest protégé’s eyes. He sighed and met the human’s gaze. “We need to rest now. We’re not used to being up during the day so often.”
Mitchell nodded. “I understand.” He waved them towards the exit. “Don’t let us keep you.” He turned to the woman. “Risa, would you schedule a photo shot for...” Mitchell glanced at Samad.
“Friday evening?” he suggested with a smile. Mitchell smiled in thanks.
“Friday evening for Sam and his band?” Mitchell glanced towards the the woman, Risa. She nodded and wrote it down. “Does seven sound good?”
Samad chuckled, watching the twins leave the room. “Seven sounds perfect,” he replied, returning his gaze to Armand. “You look tired, my friend,” he commented, gently moving towards the door. “See you Friday, Mitchell. Risa.” Samad glanced towards the other human in the room and the vampire. “Chris. You’re welcome to stay with us tonight, Mirza.”
The pale-haired, dark-eyed vampire gave Samad a heart-wrenching smile. “It’s been too long, Samad,” he replied, moving to follow the other vampires. Samad just smiled and slid his arms around Armand before the other vampire could stumble. Together, the small group of vampires made their way down the hall and into the lift, now talking animatedly.
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