Under This Beautiful Moonlight
Title: Under This Beautiful Moonlight
Pairing: Miley/Demi
Rating: NC-17 (Warning: Dark Content)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, this never happened, Demi is her own person, and Miley is min- I mean, her own person too. Yeah…
Word Count: 3,440
Summary: Two strangers meet in New York City and become soul mates for one night. That is how it was supposed to be… But then everything changed.
Author's Note: This fic has been sitting in a corner inside my computer gathering dust for a good couple of months now. I was quite reluctant to post it, but I showed it to a few friends and they liked it. So, I decided it was time to let it out in the sun. It’s not something I usually write, but I think it turned out well. I’ll let you be the judge of that. ;)
The sun was long gone in New York City.
In the dark of the night, a girl lurked in the shadows. Her eyes scanned a group of people with precision. Each face and each movement was imprinted on her brain with perfect clarity.
A smirk formed on her face as her eyes locked on the figure of a brunette girl pacing frantically in front of a trendy club. She looked helpless.
The girl had long wavy hair with side bangs falling over her beautiful blue eyes. Her makeup was simple, very demure. It was quite a contrast to the stylish and provocative black dress she wore. High heeled leather boots that went up to her thighs completed the look. Her fashion sense was spot on, and yet, even though she looked incredible in the ensemble, something still seemed… off.
The girl hiding in the shadows finally moved and walked over to where the light from the streetlamps could touch her face. Her dark brown eyes radiated determination and the hint of a mischievous smile still graced her face, her skin like porcelain. Her hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders and delicate bangs covered her perfectly plucked eyebrows. A dash of really light pink blush tinted her cheeks. She wore a loose golden sequined top and tight black leather pants. Her golden pumps clacked loudly against the cemented sidewalk as she walked towards the other girl, who was now leaning against a wall with her head buried in her hands.
“Hello,” she greeted, her voice soft and sultry.
The girl in the black dress was surprised by the voice, as she had not seen the stranger approach her. “Hi,” she said simply and smiled timidly.
“I couldn’t help but notice, you seem a little… troubled. Is everything okay?” the stranger asked charmingly.
“No, I’m having the worst night! I can’t seem to find my friend, I lost my purse inside that stupid club and my cell phone was in it so now I can’t even- Oh darn, I’m so sorry! I don’t even know you. You were probably just asking to be polite or something and now I’m rambling,” the exasperated girl said in a strong southern drawl, a blush reaching her cheeks once she was done speaking.
‘That’s what was off,’ thought the stranger. Even though she was dressed like a stuck up Upper East Side brat, she was an unmistakable country girl. ‘One with a delicious little accent,’ she added.
“I’m Demetria,” the stranger introduced herself with a chuckle, trying to put the other girl at ease.
“Miley,” said the country girl.
“Miley,” Demi tested the name in her tongue. “You have a lovely accent.”
“Thank you,” Miley said, her cheeks becoming flushed again.
“Care to tell me where you’re from?” she asked. “Even those designer clothes can’t disguise your distinct southern beauty. Although, if I may, you look breathtaking.”
Miley blushed harder at the compliment. “Tennessee,” she said. “I’m just here for the weekend. It’s my best friend Taylor’s birthday.”
“I see,” Demi said as she took a step closer. “Would you like to go somewhere else with me? I mean, I can drop you off at your friend’s house after.”
Miley looked skeptical. “I really shouldn’t…”
“Oh c’mon. It will be fun, I promise.”
“I dunno,” Miley said looking down at her hands nervously.
Demi used her hand to gently lift Miley’s chin and looked straight into her blue eyes. She was so close she could see the little specks of green shimmering amidst the blue. “You know you can trust me,” she whispered, never breaking her glare, her breath hot on Miley’s lips.
“I trust you,” Miley said blankly.
“Good,” Demi said cheerfully as she took a step back and held out an open hand, offering it to the girl. “Then let’s go.”
Miley nodded and gave Demi her hand. The older girl smiled with satisfaction and led her across the street to her car, a black Porsche Cayman. Demi unlocked the flashy sports car and opened the door for Miley to get in before going around to the driver’s side.
“So where are we going?” Miley asked excitedly.
“You’ll see,” the girl answered with a smirk.
“Awn, Demetria…” The country girl pouted.
Demi giggled at how adorable the girl looked. “It’s a surprise. And you can call me Demi.”
“Demi,” Miley tried. “I like it.”
“Good, because I’ll have you know, I don’t let just anybody call me that.”
“Oh, I feel special.” Miley giggled.
“You are,” Demi said with a warm smile. Miley bushed and smiled back.
The drive lasted over an hour and the girls talked the whole time, Miley more than Demi, but the other girl didn’t mind one bit. She wanted to know everything there was to know about the girl she had just met.
They made their way out of the busy Manhattan and drove to a small and seemingly forgotten district in Brooklyn.
Demi stopped the car in front of what looked like the back entrance of an abandoned building. She turned off the engine and exited the vehicle, going around to the passenger’s side to open the door for Miley. She offered her hand and helped Miley out of the car.
“Where are we?” Miley asked curiously as Demi led her inside the old building.
Demi stopped for a moment to place a soft kiss on Miley’s hand. “It’s a very special place. Come on,” Demi said happily and she kept pulling her inside, moving a few pieces of rotting wood out of the way.
It was very dark inside and Miley must have tripped at least three times, but Demi caught her every single one. They stopped once they reached a torn up black curtain. “Okay, now you have to close your eyes,” Demi said smiling. Miley did as told. “And no peeking.”
Demi slowly pulled the dusty curtain aside and led Miley out of the dark corridor. She placed her hands on the girl’s hips and whispered in her ear. “Open.”
Miley gasped as she did and then looked around in amazement. They were on the stage of an abandoned theater.
The painting on the walls was chipped, the golden embellishments were covered in a thick layer of dust and the burgundy velvet curtains were shredded and falling apart, but still, the place was the picture of serenity.
Everything was covered by a golden halo, created by the dim light emanating from the massive crystal chandelier hanging high above the worn out velvet chairs of the audience.
“This place is… unbelievable,” Miley breathed out as she walked to the middle of the stage and twirled around. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Demi smiled at the look of wonder on the other girl’s face as she giggled and took everything in. Her joy, her liveliness, it fascinated Demi.
Miley stopped and spun around to face her, who was still standing upstage. Miley’s dress twirled and a piece of her hair fell haphazardly on her face. “It really is special,” the girl said with an innocent smile.
Demi couldn’t contain herself anymore. She rushed to the other girl and entangled her hands in Miley’s silky hair, clashing their lips together in a kiss overflowing with need.
She kissed the girl passionately, pulling her body as close to her as possible, reveling on the feeling of them almost melting into each other. Demi’s lips were demanding, controlling. She guided the kiss with strict movements, making the other girl’s compliant mouth go where she wanted it. Miley tasted like peach daiquiri. Fruity and mouth-watering.
Miley pulled away when air became a necessity. “What are you doing?” the country girl asked almost out of breath.
“I need you so much,” Demi whispered huskily to the girl’s neck as she kissed and licked the tender skin. “I’ve never wanted anyone this bad. You’re… You captivate me. I need you, Miley.”
“God, Demi…” Miley moaned.
“Please tell me I can have you,” Demi begged as she kissed the girl’s pulse point. “Please. Say you’ll be mine forever.”
Miley mewled in contentment.
“Come with me,” Demi said as she let go of the girl’s neck. Miley nodded dreamily.
Soon, Demi was pulling her through sets of stairs and dark corridors. When they reached an old wooden door Demi slammed it open and pulled the other girl inside, closing it after them.
The room wasn’t much to look at. The walls were cracking and the brick foundation was showing in some areas. There was an old Victorian sofa with tattered cushioning on a corner, an armoire covered in dust and a grand piano on another. The moonlight entered the room through the glass skylight.
It looked like some sort of music room, since there were musical scores scattered everywhere. Although, things like an old rotting table, a ladder and a couple wooden crates on the floor gave the impression it had also been used as a storage room.
Demi sat Miley on top of the small table and captured her lips again in a rough kiss. The country girl entangled her hands in Demi’s chestnut colored hair and kissed back just as passionately.
“You are so beautiful,” Demi said and then started trailing kisses down her neck, stopping to once again suckle on her pulse point. She could feel Miley’s rapid heartbeat under her tongue as she kissed and licked it.
When Demi reached the base of her neck, she noticed something she hadn’t before. Miley was wearing some sort of black beaded necklace that slid down into her cleavage. Demi gently used her fingers to pull it out of the dress.
A rosary.
She kissed her lips again and took Miley’s hand in hers, guiding it over to the necklace and wrapping the girl’s fingers tightly around it. And in a sudden move, Demi pulled her wrist, making the necklace snap and Miley gasp inside her mouth.
Demi pulled away again and smirked at the panting girl. Miley held on to the broken rosary as Demi laid her down on the rough surface of the table.
Not wanting to waste any more time, the older girl spread Miley’s boot clad legs, placing one leg on a ladder right next to the table and supporting the other one with her hand. Demi then kneeled down on the floor, leaned forward and kissed Miley’s fabric covered center. The girl moaned and clutched the rosary tighter in her hand.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Using her free hand, Demi hooked two fingers on the crotch of the lacy light pink underwear and pulled it aside, revealing the girl’s glistening center.
Miley whimpered and Demi licked her lips.
“All this for me?” she asked, teasingly blowing air on Miley’s core.
“Demi,” groaned the girl. “Please.”
Demi smirked and finally took her first lap, causing Miley to arch her back on the table and moan loudly. Demi kept on licking like a cat, indulging in the sweet delicacy.
Miley moaned and whimpered as Demi licked and suckled fervently.
When she sensed Miley was nearing the edge, she gently bit the small bundle of nerves, sending Miley into a pleasure induced haze, screaming her name.
Demi eagerly lapped up all of the girl’s nectar, not wanting a single drop to go to waste.
“Oh God…” Miley sighed softly with ragged breathing.
Demi chuckled quietly and licked her lips. “You couldn’t be more wrong,” she whispered to the soft skin of Miley’s thigh and fluttered her eyes closed.
She abruptly opened them, the once brown eyes were now ruby red, sparkling with desire, and without a warning, Demi sank her sharp fangs into the supple flesh of the girl’s inner thigh.
A piercing scream echoed through the hallways of the forsaken building.
Demi welcomed the warm gush of crimson liquid that flooded her mouth. It was intoxicating. She drank the blood greedily, moaning at the exquisite taste.
The country girl’s screams of pain were short lived and quickly turned into throaty moans once the endorphins in Demi’s venom entered her bloodstream, disguising the pain as pure pleasure. Miley’s eyes were now a shimmering silver, clouded with ecstasy.
Miley’s blood was like the finest opium. Demi had never tasted anything like it, and she wanted to drink it all up to the last drop. But when the blood flow started to slow down, Demi reluctantly pulled away, her lips now covered in the vivid red liquid. She used a finger to catch a blood drop trailing down her chin and brought it to her mouth.
The moans were now nothing but a quiet panting and the human girl’s eyes were half closed. She looked weary. Demi smiled at the sight. She slowly got up and sat on the top of the small ladder to admire her.
The vampire girl watched as life slowly left her.
Demi saw herself as a demon. Trapped in a perverse reality.
She had been doing this for over a century, since she’s been fated to become this damned creature. She hated her existence, for it could not be called life. She was not living, she was just… existing. Unchanged, like a stone. While Miley was like a flower. She could undergo change, she could age, and she could… live.
‘Well, not anymore,’ Demi thought cynically.
Demi remembered the time she was alive. The time she used to take breathing for granted.
She remembered her music days in this very theater. Demi had been an aspiring performer. At the tender age of eighteen, the girl was already singing opera in a place like this. She could still hear the applauses and praises every time she stepped on that abandoned stage.
And now she was doomed to spend her days locked inside this dusty room, playing that damn piano and singing songs no one would ever hear her sing, waiting for the sun to set so she could go out and watch people take for granted things she would never experience.
Oh, how much Demi wished she could just cease existing.
That was the reason she always selected girls that were around her age. Well, the age she was when she had been turned.
So she could watch them die and fantasize it’s her dying.
Demi was not a sadist. She was just… twisted. She liked to see the life leave their eyes and pretend she would have that luxury one day. But Demi knew she wouldn’t. So she killed innocent girls instead. Because that’s the only way she would ever experience true death. Through them.
It was cruel, but Demi didn’t have a soul that allowed her to care anymore. It had been brutally stripped away from her a long time ago.
Demi was brought out of her reverie by a soft clink. She looked over to the girl to see her rosary on the floor. She had finally allowed it to slip through her fingers. ‘She probably doesn’t have the strength to hold on to it anymore,’ the vampire thought as she admired the dying girl.
People can only hold on to their faith for so long.
The soft cheeks that once had a light pink tint were now pale and cold. Just like the rest of her. The bright blue eyes that had looked at Demi with such passion and life before were now a dull silver, almost white. They were glazed, tired. She could tell the girl was keeping them open with huge effort. They were locked on hers. Miley was determined not to look away.
Demi felt a sudden hurting in her chest. It confused her for she had never felt it before while watching one of her victims bleed to death. She had always felt so free. But for some reason, watching this girl slip away was… painful.
The vampire girl had bonded with some of her victims before. She remembered them quite fondly.
Selena was the first one that came to her mind. She was so beautiful.
She was the first girl Demi ever spent time with before killing. Selena was also one of the few victims Demi allowed to call her by the affectionate nickname of her childhood days instead of the regal Demetria. Something about the girl enthralled her, like it had happened with Miley. Years later Demi would still remember the hope that burned inside Selena’s eyes when she first saw her, a rare finding during the Great Depression. It’s what drew the vampire in.
Demi had enjoyed her night with Selena. She even placed a tender kiss on the girl’s forehead as she threw her lifeless body into a shallow grave outside the city.
Still, she didn’t feel the aching in her heart. Just like she didn’t beg for Selena, or any other girl for that matter, to give herself to her. Demi never asked, she took.
All of a sudden, Demi’s words came back to haunt her. ‘Say you’ll be mine forever.’
‘No!’
Demi was a soulless monster, but she would never give somebody the same fate she was given.
And if it was true, if she had really fallen for the southern beauty, she couldn’t turn her. Because Demi imagined death would be better than this.
‘It must be,’ the lost girl thought.
The wound on Miley’s thigh was still bleeding freely. The warm crimson liquid flowed down her leg, drops falling on the rotting wooden floor. The soft dripping sound and the girl’s now very faint breathing were the only sounds in the old music room. The rich blood was a loud contrast to her pale skin. It was almost… breathtaking. The vampire could do nothing but watch as grief filled her dead heart.
Demi licked her lips. She could still taste Miley’s nectar mixed with the cold blood that once pumped warm inside the girl's perfect body. Her blood tasted sweet, but nothing compared to the taste of her glistening core.
Demi couldn’t take it anymore. She had to look away because Miley was still staring at her with her dying eyes and it killed Demi because they looked so forgiving. Demi didn’t deserve forgiveness, she deserved anger and hatred. And she got that every single time she brought a girl in this room.
Miley’s breathing was fading and the dripping was slowing down. She was going fast and all Demi could think about was how precious her smile was and how soft her lips felt against her own and most of all, how Demi wanted to be the one to make her smile and be able to kiss her whenever she wanted. To be able to hold Miley in her arms and tell her she loved her. Forever.
And just as Miley started to close her eyes for the last time, Demi desperately jumped off the ladder and rushed to her side. The vampire carefully lifted Miley’s body and carried her to the sofa in an inhuman speed. She sat down and positioned the frail girl on her lap.
Demi quickly bit her own wrist, and once her cold blood was flowing out, she gently cradled Miley’s head in her other arm and pressed her bleeding wrist to the girl’s pale lips.
Demi knew she shouldn’t have done it, but she was a selfish demon.
She needed the other girl too much, because she realized eternity didn’t have to be a curse. Not with Miley by her side. Her mate.
And under the night’s beautiful moonlight, the vampire girl succumbed.
“Say you’ll be mine forever,” Demi whispered adoringly to Miley and kissed her temple as the girl fed on Demi’s tainted blood.
Based on my Memi Halloween manip.