DEADLY AND PINK CH.8
Title: Deadly and Pink
Chapters: 8/?
Author: Pooobaihr
Genre: vampireism, occasional smut
Band(s): Miyavi, the GazettE members
Pairing: a whole lot of mixing and matching
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: lots and lots and lots of blood.. mutilation, murder... vampireism
Summary: Denise is a regular store clerk until she meets one of Japans big stars. Life soon takes a HUGE left turn....
Disclaimer: I do not own any celebrity in this story!!! (although i wish I did) I do not get paid for turning people into Vampires. This is just for entertainment.! he!
notes: Im very pleased with the way this chapter came out.... VERY...heheh.. Enjoy... oh yeah.. its pretty long too.
DEADLY AND PINK
It was past midnight when everyone headed for bed. The following day was not a busy day, so a few staff members returned home. Only Miyavi’s stylist, publicist and two bodyguards remained at the home.
“You know you can go home.” Miyavi said to the remaining staff.
“Not in your condition we cant.” said one of his guards. Miyavi’s staff is the only people that know about he is a vampire and were determined to keep it that way.
“Condition?? What condition?” he yelled.
“Please Miyavi, keep it down. You don’t want to scare her do you?” His publicist said, referring to Denise. “You brought her all the way out here because you wanted someone else to talk to other than us. You need us here to make sure you don’t do something stupid.”
“Why would I do something stupid!?” He huffed. Miyavi started to feel as though they didn’t trust him. That was the real reason he brought Denise along. His own people slowly became afraid of him and he wanted someone he could trust to be around him.
“Miyavi, we’ve been over this,”
“la la la la laa~!!” Miyavi said as he left the room heading towards the kitchen. After passing over the same piece of meat 6 times, Miyavi grabbed the packet and headed for his room.
As he walked down the hall eating on a piece of meat, he could hear the water from the shower running. The door was slightly open as he passed by. Taking a glance inside thinking no one was there, he saw Denise in the shower. He froze in shock at the sight of her as she bathed. Miyavi liked Denise as a friend, but her naked wet body sent a shock through him awakening the vampire within.
As the thirst took over his senses, he quickly entered the steamy bathroom dropping his meat on the floor. This was something else about himself that had changed since becoming a vampire. He can now move about without anyone seeing that he moved at all. Miyavi glided his eyes over every curve of her body, imagining her in his arms as he sucked the warm blood from her. Trying to fight back the urge, he placed his hand on the glass door, tracing the lining of her back with his fingertip.
“I can’t hurt her,” He said to himself as he leaned his head on the glass door. He could hear the sound of her heartbeat. The pounding rang loud in his ears, drowning out the sound of the shower. “but I want her so bad.” His thirst was becoming unbearable, but he managed to force his hand off the door. He began to step back, when he heard the sound of Denise’s heart gain speed. Denise could feel that there was someone looking at her. She turned around to see no one there and the door shut. Miyavi left the house without making a sound. Feeling disgusted, he tried to get as far away from the sound of her heart as possible.
“So stupid!!” He said to himself as he came to a halt. “I can’t do this anymore!”
Miyavi leaned against a wall and began to cry. He didn’t ask to be what he had become. Nor did he know how to live with it. Eating animal blood only went so far. Even having his blood mixed in didn’t help much. He wasn’t like the vampires in the movies. He could go outside in the sun. As far as he knew, silver and garlic didn’t hurt him either. So even if he wanted to end it all, he didn’t know how.
As the night air blew, a scent of blood crossed his nose. Grabbing his attention, Miyavi began to follow the smell. His hunger became stronger the closer he reached the source. In an abandoned area, a young boy lay beaten up against a wall. He had a black eye, bloody lip and bruises all over. Miyavi knew people like this. This person is trouble. Miyavi passed by the boy, ignoring the urge to kill. “This is a young kid, probably still in high school. I can’t hurt him either.” He said as he started to begin his search again. Suddenly, the boy jumped up and tackled Miyavi down.
“GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!!” The boy said as he waved a pocketknife in Miyavi’s face.
“Sorry, I don’t have any.” Miyavi said calmly.
“Don’t bullshit me man! I know who the fuck you are!! Now give me your money or I’m cutting your ass up!”
“No really, I have no money on me.” Miyavi said again. He didn’t want to hurt this kid, but anger started to surface.
The boy grew impatient with Miyavi and started slashing away at his face. He began stabbing him in the torso, thrusting his knife far into Miyavi’s stomach and pelvis. As Miyavi screamed, he felt a burning sensation the more the boy stabbed him. When Miyavi stopped moving, the boy checked his pockets to find that he was telling the truth. He had no money on him. The boy panicked. This had been the first time he killed someone. Thinking Miyavi was dead, the boy made a run for it. Lying in a pool of blood, Miyavi’s wounds began to heal. As he looked up at the moon, his eyes began focused and became filled with anger.
“That mutha fucka stabbed me!!” Miyavi scowled. After the last wound closed, Miyavi sat up, trying to pick up the boy’s scent. He could sense that the boy wasn’t too far away. “That asshole fucked up my shirt too! I liked this damn shirt!” he said as he ran after the boy. With his speed, he was able to catch the boy in no time, which scared the boy frankly.
“What the fuck are you!!” The boy screamed.
“I’m the last fuckin face you’re going to see ass!” Miyavi said as he thrust his mouth onto the boys neck. The boy screamed in agony as Miyavi sucked angrily on his neck. He even ripped more flesh than he would have if he weren’t so mad. However, he didn’t care. This boy tore into him thinking he was going to kill him, so why not mutilate him too. Miyavi stopped to look into the boy’s eyes as he screamed. “It’s not fun when someone is hurting you is it?” He asked sarcastically. “Actually, your screams are kind of turning me on… let’s see if you can get louder.” He began to suck oh the boy’s neck again. His screams rose higher when he felt Miyavi’s hand move up his shirt towards his chest. With his fingernail, Miyavi made a circling motion above the spot where the boy’s heart was. “I wonder….. Do you have one?” Miyavi asked. The boy pleaded for him to let him go, but Miyavi wasn’t listening. “I feel it…. But I want to see it.” Miyavi barely put pressure on his hand as he shoved his hand into the boy’s chest and retrieved his heart. The boy’s limp body fell to the ground, with his heart still in Miyavi’s palm. Without saying a word, Miyavi walked home.
Anger started to turn into panic as Miyavi approached the house. “What the hell did I just do!??” He said. As he searched his mind for answers, he remembered his blood stained clothes. “Shit!!!” He said taking off his shirt.” I can’t go in there like this, but I can’t go in there naked either!!” Pacing outside the gate, Miyavi remembered there was a shed in the back of the house that held many of the old performance clothes that were no longer used. Maybe I can use something from in there, he thought as he ran to the backyard. He broke the padlock on the door and began to rummage through the racks of clothing inside. In such a panic, Miyavi didn’t notice someone had followed him to the shed.
“Dude what are you doing?” A calming voice said from outside the shed.
“Oh shit!” Miyavi whispered to himself. He knew exactly who this was and this certainly wasn’t the right time for them to be here. Just keep your head in the racks, don’t look at him.. He said to himself as he hoped the person would leave.
“Well, I saw you outside the gate, from the window when I went to get some water.” He said as he walked into the shed. “Is everything alright Miyavi? You took your clothes off and everything!” The man watched as the tall musician frantically searched for clothing in nothing but pink panties, with the word SEXY in big blue bubble letters. He also noticed that Miyavi had bloodstains on his face and hands. “Dude, are you hurt? What’s with all this blood?” he asked.
FUCK!! Is all Miyavi could think. Just leave…. Just leave….. Go back in the house… Is what he wanted to tell the curious drummer, but he couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth let alone turn around to face him. At that moment, Miyavi could feel as Kai laid his hand on his shoulder. His hunger started to arise again. What the hell.. I just ate!! Miyavi said to himself trying to get away from Kai. However, Kai wouldn’t let him go, he pulled him near and hugged him. “Miyavi! What is wrong!! You are keeping something from me and I want to know what the deal is! Aren’t we friends? Cant you talk to me?” Kai pleaded as he firmly held Miyavi’s waist.
“Go in the house Kai!” Miyavi yelled. It hurt him to scream at his friend like that, but it was for his own good. Kai wasn’t listening. He held on strong to Miyavi, refusing to let go unless he told him what was wrong. Miyavi then realized why he was hungry still. All the blood I lost when that asshole stabbed me hasn’t been replaced yet. If only his ass was bigger! He thought forcing himself to stay sane. Miyavi could feel tears on his back as Kai began to cry. No.. don’t cry.. He said to himself. The thirst was becoming unbearable now. Everything was becoming blurry, like the first time. And just like then, he felt his body lose all control, and move on its own.
He turned towards Kai and with a sensual voice he said, “You want to know what’s wrong with me?” Kai was taken aback, because of the amount of blood that was on Miyavi’s face. Dried blood ran from his lips, down his chin and onto his chest.
“What the fuck happened?” Kai said startled.
“Well, you see…. Some guy tried to kill me.. And… well…” he said as he pulled Kai close to him. “I got a little hungry.”
“Huh??…… you’re not making any sense Miyavi.” Kai said escaping his grasp. Kai was beginning to get a little scared. Miyavi’s eyes had changed. He could see that his friend was no longer the guy he knew.
“Ah…… But you wanted to know what happened. So I told you.” Miyavi said as he got closer to Kai. He laid his blood stained hands on Kai’s chest and began to rub down his torso, sliding his hands around his waist and pulling Kai close to him once more. “You want to help me… Kai?” Miyavi said as whispered in the drummer’s ear.
“Well, if it’s possible that I can-”
“Ok” Miyavi interrupted as he bit into Kai’s neck. Unlike with the boy, Miyavi slowly drank the blood of his beloved friend. The sweetness of his blood filled his body with warmth and pleasure. As he leaned back receiving Miyavi’s deadly kiss,
Kai let out a soft painful moan while Miyavi caressed his back with one hand and cradled his head in the other.
“What is going on Miyavi?” Kai said in pain as he began to feel sleepy. “Stop it, this hurts……… I …..” Miyavi snapped out of his trans just as the drummer’s heart slowed down. Scared, he jumped back letting Kai hit the ground.
“Oh my god!!” He screamed as he watched his friend dying on the ground. Miyavi didn’t know what to do…. He can’t call for help because nobody else can help him more importantly, they don’t know what he is. A million ideas ran through his head before he decided on the only option he had. He didn’t want to, but either he save him or let him die. The latter was not an option.
Chapters: 8/?
Author: Pooobaihr
Genre: vampireism, occasional smut
Band(s): Miyavi, the GazettE members
Pairing: a whole lot of mixing and matching
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: lots and lots and lots of blood.. mutilation, murder... vampireism
Summary: Denise is a regular store clerk until she meets one of Japans big stars. Life soon takes a HUGE left turn....
Disclaimer: I do not own any celebrity in this story!!! (although i wish I did) I do not get paid for turning people into Vampires. This is just for entertainment.! he!
notes: Im very pleased with the way this chapter came out.... VERY...heheh.. Enjoy... oh yeah.. its pretty long too.
DEADLY AND PINK
It was past midnight when everyone headed for bed. The following day was not a busy day, so a few staff members returned home. Only Miyavi’s stylist, publicist and two bodyguards remained at the home.
“You know you can go home.” Miyavi said to the remaining staff.
“Not in your condition we cant.” said one of his guards. Miyavi’s staff is the only people that know about he is a vampire and were determined to keep it that way.
“Condition?? What condition?” he yelled.
“Please Miyavi, keep it down. You don’t want to scare her do you?” His publicist said, referring to Denise. “You brought her all the way out here because you wanted someone else to talk to other than us. You need us here to make sure you don’t do something stupid.”
“Why would I do something stupid!?” He huffed. Miyavi started to feel as though they didn’t trust him. That was the real reason he brought Denise along. His own people slowly became afraid of him and he wanted someone he could trust to be around him.
“Miyavi, we’ve been over this,”
“la la la la laa~!!” Miyavi said as he left the room heading towards the kitchen. After passing over the same piece of meat 6 times, Miyavi grabbed the packet and headed for his room.
As he walked down the hall eating on a piece of meat, he could hear the water from the shower running. The door was slightly open as he passed by. Taking a glance inside thinking no one was there, he saw Denise in the shower. He froze in shock at the sight of her as she bathed. Miyavi liked Denise as a friend, but her naked wet body sent a shock through him awakening the vampire within.
As the thirst took over his senses, he quickly entered the steamy bathroom dropping his meat on the floor. This was something else about himself that had changed since becoming a vampire. He can now move about without anyone seeing that he moved at all. Miyavi glided his eyes over every curve of her body, imagining her in his arms as he sucked the warm blood from her. Trying to fight back the urge, he placed his hand on the glass door, tracing the lining of her back with his fingertip.
“I can’t hurt her,” He said to himself as he leaned his head on the glass door. He could hear the sound of her heartbeat. The pounding rang loud in his ears, drowning out the sound of the shower. “but I want her so bad.” His thirst was becoming unbearable, but he managed to force his hand off the door. He began to step back, when he heard the sound of Denise’s heart gain speed. Denise could feel that there was someone looking at her. She turned around to see no one there and the door shut. Miyavi left the house without making a sound. Feeling disgusted, he tried to get as far away from the sound of her heart as possible.
“So stupid!!” He said to himself as he came to a halt. “I can’t do this anymore!”
Miyavi leaned against a wall and began to cry. He didn’t ask to be what he had become. Nor did he know how to live with it. Eating animal blood only went so far. Even having his blood mixed in didn’t help much. He wasn’t like the vampires in the movies. He could go outside in the sun. As far as he knew, silver and garlic didn’t hurt him either. So even if he wanted to end it all, he didn’t know how.
As the night air blew, a scent of blood crossed his nose. Grabbing his attention, Miyavi began to follow the smell. His hunger became stronger the closer he reached the source. In an abandoned area, a young boy lay beaten up against a wall. He had a black eye, bloody lip and bruises all over. Miyavi knew people like this. This person is trouble. Miyavi passed by the boy, ignoring the urge to kill. “This is a young kid, probably still in high school. I can’t hurt him either.” He said as he started to begin his search again. Suddenly, the boy jumped up and tackled Miyavi down.
“GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!!” The boy said as he waved a pocketknife in Miyavi’s face.
“Sorry, I don’t have any.” Miyavi said calmly.
“Don’t bullshit me man! I know who the fuck you are!! Now give me your money or I’m cutting your ass up!”
“No really, I have no money on me.” Miyavi said again. He didn’t want to hurt this kid, but anger started to surface.
The boy grew impatient with Miyavi and started slashing away at his face. He began stabbing him in the torso, thrusting his knife far into Miyavi’s stomach and pelvis. As Miyavi screamed, he felt a burning sensation the more the boy stabbed him. When Miyavi stopped moving, the boy checked his pockets to find that he was telling the truth. He had no money on him. The boy panicked. This had been the first time he killed someone. Thinking Miyavi was dead, the boy made a run for it. Lying in a pool of blood, Miyavi’s wounds began to heal. As he looked up at the moon, his eyes began focused and became filled with anger.
“That mutha fucka stabbed me!!” Miyavi scowled. After the last wound closed, Miyavi sat up, trying to pick up the boy’s scent. He could sense that the boy wasn’t too far away. “That asshole fucked up my shirt too! I liked this damn shirt!” he said as he ran after the boy. With his speed, he was able to catch the boy in no time, which scared the boy frankly.
“What the fuck are you!!” The boy screamed.
“I’m the last fuckin face you’re going to see ass!” Miyavi said as he thrust his mouth onto the boys neck. The boy screamed in agony as Miyavi sucked angrily on his neck. He even ripped more flesh than he would have if he weren’t so mad. However, he didn’t care. This boy tore into him thinking he was going to kill him, so why not mutilate him too. Miyavi stopped to look into the boy’s eyes as he screamed. “It’s not fun when someone is hurting you is it?” He asked sarcastically. “Actually, your screams are kind of turning me on… let’s see if you can get louder.” He began to suck oh the boy’s neck again. His screams rose higher when he felt Miyavi’s hand move up his shirt towards his chest. With his fingernail, Miyavi made a circling motion above the spot where the boy’s heart was. “I wonder….. Do you have one?” Miyavi asked. The boy pleaded for him to let him go, but Miyavi wasn’t listening. “I feel it…. But I want to see it.” Miyavi barely put pressure on his hand as he shoved his hand into the boy’s chest and retrieved his heart. The boy’s limp body fell to the ground, with his heart still in Miyavi’s palm. Without saying a word, Miyavi walked home.
Anger started to turn into panic as Miyavi approached the house. “What the hell did I just do!??” He said. As he searched his mind for answers, he remembered his blood stained clothes. “Shit!!!” He said taking off his shirt.” I can’t go in there like this, but I can’t go in there naked either!!” Pacing outside the gate, Miyavi remembered there was a shed in the back of the house that held many of the old performance clothes that were no longer used. Maybe I can use something from in there, he thought as he ran to the backyard. He broke the padlock on the door and began to rummage through the racks of clothing inside. In such a panic, Miyavi didn’t notice someone had followed him to the shed.
“Dude what are you doing?” A calming voice said from outside the shed.
“Oh shit!” Miyavi whispered to himself. He knew exactly who this was and this certainly wasn’t the right time for them to be here. Just keep your head in the racks, don’t look at him.. He said to himself as he hoped the person would leave.
“Well, I saw you outside the gate, from the window when I went to get some water.” He said as he walked into the shed. “Is everything alright Miyavi? You took your clothes off and everything!” The man watched as the tall musician frantically searched for clothing in nothing but pink panties, with the word SEXY in big blue bubble letters. He also noticed that Miyavi had bloodstains on his face and hands. “Dude, are you hurt? What’s with all this blood?” he asked.
FUCK!! Is all Miyavi could think. Just leave…. Just leave….. Go back in the house… Is what he wanted to tell the curious drummer, but he couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth let alone turn around to face him. At that moment, Miyavi could feel as Kai laid his hand on his shoulder. His hunger started to arise again. What the hell.. I just ate!! Miyavi said to himself trying to get away from Kai. However, Kai wouldn’t let him go, he pulled him near and hugged him. “Miyavi! What is wrong!! You are keeping something from me and I want to know what the deal is! Aren’t we friends? Cant you talk to me?” Kai pleaded as he firmly held Miyavi’s waist.
“Go in the house Kai!” Miyavi yelled. It hurt him to scream at his friend like that, but it was for his own good. Kai wasn’t listening. He held on strong to Miyavi, refusing to let go unless he told him what was wrong. Miyavi then realized why he was hungry still. All the blood I lost when that asshole stabbed me hasn’t been replaced yet. If only his ass was bigger! He thought forcing himself to stay sane. Miyavi could feel tears on his back as Kai began to cry. No.. don’t cry.. He said to himself. The thirst was becoming unbearable now. Everything was becoming blurry, like the first time. And just like then, he felt his body lose all control, and move on its own.
He turned towards Kai and with a sensual voice he said, “You want to know what’s wrong with me?” Kai was taken aback, because of the amount of blood that was on Miyavi’s face. Dried blood ran from his lips, down his chin and onto his chest.
“What the fuck happened?” Kai said startled.
“Well, you see…. Some guy tried to kill me.. And… well…” he said as he pulled Kai close to him. “I got a little hungry.”
“Huh??…… you’re not making any sense Miyavi.” Kai said escaping his grasp. Kai was beginning to get a little scared. Miyavi’s eyes had changed. He could see that his friend was no longer the guy he knew.
“Ah…… But you wanted to know what happened. So I told you.” Miyavi said as he got closer to Kai. He laid his blood stained hands on Kai’s chest and began to rub down his torso, sliding his hands around his waist and pulling Kai close to him once more. “You want to help me… Kai?” Miyavi said as whispered in the drummer’s ear.
“Well, if it’s possible that I can-”
“Ok” Miyavi interrupted as he bit into Kai’s neck. Unlike with the boy, Miyavi slowly drank the blood of his beloved friend. The sweetness of his blood filled his body with warmth and pleasure. As he leaned back receiving Miyavi’s deadly kiss,
Kai let out a soft painful moan while Miyavi caressed his back with one hand and cradled his head in the other.
“What is going on Miyavi?” Kai said in pain as he began to feel sleepy. “Stop it, this hurts……… I …..” Miyavi snapped out of his trans just as the drummer’s heart slowed down. Scared, he jumped back letting Kai hit the ground.
“Oh my god!!” He screamed as he watched his friend dying on the ground. Miyavi didn’t know what to do…. He can’t call for help because nobody else can help him more importantly, they don’t know what he is. A million ideas ran through his head before he decided on the only option he had. He didn’t want to, but either he save him or let him die. The latter was not an option.