Same Day

Palladium Arena

Before A7X’s show

5 PM

Fuck, Pat...do you realise what Luna said makes me Johnny’s cousin.

Pierre and Pat sat on the stairs leading into the arena watching as the kids began to line up to enter the front doors. They were sharing a bag of apples between them as they talked about the meeting at the radio station.

Pat glanced at his friend and nodded. Yeah...pretty weird, eh. And she’s your aunt.

Pierre smirked faintly. Bet she’s one of those relatives that you can actually like.

Pat laughed as he took a chunk out of the Granny Smith apple that he clutched in his left hand. Yeah.

You sounded surprised about Johnny being Matt’s nephew though. I mean...if you knew that Luna was Johnny’s mother...and obviously you knew that Matt and Luna were siblings...

Pat snorted. It just hadn’t really clicked. Considering the way Shads treats Johnny.

Yeah...what an asshole... Pierre wiped a hand against his jeans and glanced toward the long line of kids and spoke out loud this time. “You reckon there are as many fans as we get?”

Pat craned his neck then chuckled. “Look, there’s some kid wearing a Role Model shirt.”

Pierre laughed. “Damn. Hey...maybe we should give Matt a new hoodie...”

“A bigger one, you mean.”

“Exactly.”

“Do we even still have that one he has?”

“Uh...not sure.”

“You could give him yours.”

“No fucking way...I am not giving anything of mine to him...” Pierre’s voice hardened. He was not joking around anymore. Pat shivered a little at his friend’s tone.

The singer repeated sharply, “He’s getting nothing from me.”

Pat held up his hands in defence. “Hey, I was just kidding around.”

Pierre clenched his jaw. “Don’t kid about that.” His voice dropped. “I don’t want to give him anything...in case it gives him some kind of control over me.”

Pat winced slightly thinking silently to himself, he doesn’t need anything from you to have control of you...you’re his son, buddy...and that’s enough for him.

Pierre picked up on his thoughts however and sniffed. “Well, okay...extra leverage.”

Pat opened his mouth to comment when they heard a commotion nearby and then fans screaming out. “OH MY GOD, IT’S M SHADOWS!!!”

Pierre and Pat turned to see Shadows wandering out of the venue a small smirk playing across his lips. He was dressed in a black muscle shirt and cargo pants; flip-flops slapped softly at the concrete as he moved forward.

They watched as he nodded to the fans but continued toward the steps where they were sitting. Some of the fans began to follow but then stopped when they recognised who Shadows was walking toward.

“Hey, what’re you two doing sitting out here?” Shadows cocked an eyebrow at Pierre and Pat.

“Nothing much,” Pat answered, sensing his friend shut down next to him. Obviously, Pierre was trying his hardest not to let the master vampire close and so he would do the good Lycan thing and be the distracter, as it were.

The master vampire folded his arms. “Well, how about you come back to the Avenged dressing room and do nothing there?”

Pat hesitated before answering glancing once again at Pierre. The singer’s face was tight, lips drawn in a thin line. However, he nodded slightly.

Pat looked back up at Shadows. “We’ll come in, in a minute...”

The master vampire smirked. “Better, before you get crushed by the fans.” He nodded down the steps then turned and walked back to the entrance and disappeared from view. Pierre and Pat looked where Shadows had indicated. More kids were crowding the line at the bottom of the stairs.

“Crap...” Pierre shook his head. “Maybe we should take his advice?”

Pat grumbled, “Only so we don’t get stuck out here.”

The singer nodded clapping a hand to his shoulder. “Come on then. I want to go find Chelle anyway...she was walking Delilah inside...”

He stood shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Pat joined him rubbing his hands against his T-shirt. They wandered up the stairs and headed into the arena foyer allowing the sounds of the waiting fans to be shut off as the door clicked shut behind them. Once they were standing in the foyer they scanned the area then headed to the left toward the long corridor that would take them backstage.

* * * * *

Lachelle wandered the hallway behind the main stage, Delilah trotting ahead of her. The small dog halted and sniffed about then gave a tiny yelp and backed up fur bristling slightly. They had come to a door which swung open revealing the muscled Avenged front man. Shadows lifted his gaze as he was arranging a bandana and ball cap on his head.

Lachelle blinked staring at the large male. He was dressed to kill, in the proverbial sense. Black dress pants slung low at his hips, held up by a snakeskin belt; black muscle shirt stretched tight across the taut muscles of his torso. A black leather biker jacket finished off the look making his heavy shoulders stand out.

He smirked catching her look and flashing his teeth at her. “Hello there, sweet cheeks.”

Pierre’s fiancée swallowed hard her hands going clammy. She had no idea why she suddenly felt all hot.

Smoothing her hands against the tight jeans she was wearing, she forced a friendly smile on her lips. “Hey, Matt. You almost ready for the gig?”

Shadows chuckled low sensing her discomfit and feeling his crotch tighten. “Yeah...almost.”

His eyes slowly moved from her face down her slender neck; pausing on the pulse of her jugular then dipping lower to the base of her throat, down to her firm breasts that were pushing at the pink blouse that clung to her upper body.

Lachelle shivered beneath his cool appraisal. “Um...well...break a leg...I’m going to go look for Pierre, you seen him?”

Shadows eyes narrowed slightly. He glanced back at the door he’d just come through. “He’s in there...but hey...how about you and I go for a little walk...just until I have to front.”

“Uh...look. I really should go see Pierre before I take Delilah back to the bus.”

The master vampire seemed not to have noticed the little dog before and looked down at Delilah where she was sitting, watching him. He stared at the black and tan terrier. It barked at him then, much to Lachelle’s surprise, turned and trotted away as if she knew where she was headed.

Lachelle called out, “Delilah...come back here...”

Shadows smirked, “Ah, she knows where she’s going, sweet cheeks.”

She shot a sharp look at him, attempting to mask the apprehension that had begun to creep into her mind. “She’s an inside dog...I can’t just let her go off by herself. I really should go.” She made to walk away.

Shadows moved fast, backing her up against the wall and trapping her between his arms. “What’s your rush, sweet cheeks? I just want to get to know you better.”

Lachelle felt a tingle of fear race down her spine. She had no idea where that had come from, but Shadows was making her uncomfortable. Pressing her hands against his solid chest she tried to push him away. He did not budge even an inch. He was unyielding as a rock wall; he was not going anywhere.

“Matt...really...I should go...”

Shadows’ lips parted revealing his fangs; her eyes widened as they appeared to elongate. Saliva trickled down the deadly curves beading at the sharp points. Lachelle shrank back into the wall, her breath catching in the back of her throat.

He laughed softly, and then caught hold of her arm with one large hand. “Come with me.”

It wasn’t a request this time; his voice was hard, his eyes were almost completely black. Still, she had to resist. One, she was already answered for; and two, she could not stand being pushed around by other people, male or female.

Jerking her arm from his grip she glared at him. “What do you think you’re doing? You don’t tell me what to do. I don’t let men push me around.”

Shadows growled low. Not the sound human men made, but a real animalistic snarl that rumbled in his throat.

He grabbed her arm again tightly and pulled her close, leaning into her face. “Listen good, sweet cheeks. I. Am. A. Vampire. And. You do not want to fuck with me right now.” You will want to fuck me very shortly though... That thought ran silently through his mind as a devious smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Lachelle tried to pull her arm away; his grip tightened like a vice, fingers biting into her flesh.

“Don’t fight me.” His eyes narrowed as he added roughly, “And, sweet cheeks, screaming is not an option.”

He tightened his hold even more, a clear warning. She winced and went still in his grasp, breathing fast and hoping that someone would walk out of the Avenged dressing room and see what was going on. No one came though and all she could do was wait to see what he would do.

Shadows ran his tongue over his bottom lip then pulled her away from the wall and lead her down the corridor to an empty store room. Pushing the door open, he jerked her inside after him. Releasing her arm and willing the door shut he smirked faintly watching as she backed away from him fear now emanating from her whole body.

He slowly stalked her, licking his lips, but then he halted and just looked at her.

Lachelle stared back at him, frowning slightly, and rubbing her arm where he had grabbed her. “Matt...what are we doing here?” She tried not to let her voice tremble too much.

Shadows just continued to stare at her. She swallowed hard and looked away from him, unable to handle the force of his gaze. It was as if he were mentally stripping her, imagining her naked.

A low chuckle eased its way into her mind; she stiffened and whipped her head back round to stare at the master vampire.

“Did you just laugh at me, Matthew?”

Shadows was in the middle of removing his jacket; he did not pause as he met her questioning gaze. She froze as his eyes locked with hers and found she could not look away. Her heart rate began to increase and she broke out in a cold sweat. He chuckled again the sound caressing her mind like silk rubbing over her skin.

Lachelle trembled and stepped back into the wall; she lifted her hands slightly but then allowed them to drop by her sides as something inside her willed her to watch as Shadows prowled toward her.

The master vampire smirked inwardly, his mind slowly infiltrating the woman’s standing before him. Control was something he had in abundance; he always had control of any situation he ‘found’ himself in. More to the point, he controlled every situation from beginning to end.

Earlier in the day, he had discussed with The Rev several possibilities of controlling his new found son. The most popular plan they had tossed between them was to corrupt Pierre’s sweet fiancée, by seducing her mind and turning her against her intended. Now, here he was putting that very plan into action. And how sweet it was going to be.

Bringing his huge frame to a halt in front of the slender female, he stared down into her frightened eyes, the fear having registered completely. However, with a single thought he silenced any potential protests before they could even surface. Instead he began to draw upon the woman’s natural instincts, the natural desire that a female felt around any being of the opposite gender.

He spoke deep within her psyche drawing her mind into his, marking the desire within. You need me right now, female...I am your entire world...no one else...I will make you fly...I will complete you...forget everything else...it is just you and me here...

He felt her body reacting to his silent suggestions, heating up, and he lifted a hand stroking his fingertips across her smooth cheek. Lachelle’s lips parted slightly in response to his touch, but instead of fighting it she leaned into his hand allowing a soft moan to escape.

Shadows smiled coldly as he felt her mind relax completely, floating in a state of complete surrender. Now he could make his move. Stepping closer, crowding her against the wall, he bent his head and captured her lips in a rough embrace. He felt her stiffen, her hands grasping at his biceps.

He growled low, angling his mouth against hers, attacking her mouth ferociously, possessively. Lachelle’s hands tightened and she groaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, almost as if he were raping it.

Shadows pressed closer moving his hips firmly against hers; she moaned as she felt the hard ridge of his erection nudging against her stomach. Keeping his lips locked with hers, and pinning her against the wall with his thighs against hers, he slid both hands to the waist of her jeans and proceeded to tug them open and down off her hips.

Lachelle whimpered into the male’s mouth, knees going weak. If it weren’t for his large body pressing her into the wall she knew she would collapse. He growled softly cupping her crotch in one hand. She did not protest, moaning as she instantly began to juice at his touch.

Pulling back from her mouth, Shadows squeezed her through her panties. “That’s it...get wet for me, sweet cheeks...”

Lachelle shivered becoming wetter by the second. He pulled her panties aside and stroked a finger through the moisture gathering between her legs.

She gasped, bucking her hips against his hand. “Please...”

The master vampire smirked cruelly. “What was that?” He slipped the tip of his finger inside her.

Lachelle tensed, the walls of her pussy clenching around his digit. He licked his lips and pushed it in slowly twisting it as he found her special spot and brushed against it.

“Oh, God...” Her hips jerked more.

Shadows peered at her face. Her eyes were glazed over, a sheen of erotic pleasure. He snarled, baring his fangs, they were so long now that he would not be able to close his mouth to conceal them.

The fresh aroma of human blood flooded his senses and he had to fight the urge to bite her. He did not want to leave obvious marks on her body. No, this was merely a psychological show of his power. He wanted the female to enjoy this in such a way that she would end up inadvertently betraying his son and hence driving him to his true nature.

He twisted his finger inside Lachelle again. She cried out as a wave of pleasure rode through her body. Shadows stared into her face as he began to move his finger slowly, in, out savouring the feel of her walls clenching on him. She shuddered moaning softly, fingers fluttering against his arms.

He licked his lips inserting a second finger and pushing them deeper. He frowned for a second as his fingertips hit a barrier deep inside. Narrowing his gaze he pushed slightly. Lachelle whimpered shifting back involuntarily.

Holy damn...a virgin... Shadows snarled and pulled his fingers from her pussy.

She gasped and bucked toward him. “No...”

The master vampire cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that? Like that, did you?” He smiled faintly, unbuckling his belt and yanking his pants down. “Don’t worry, sweet cheeks. I’m not done with you, yet.”

Unleashing his raging hard-on, he gripped it in his fist and pumped it until it was solid as a steel rod. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and leaned in running his fangs lightly along the line of her throat. Lachelle trembled, clutching at his biceps again, hanging on.

He growled low in approval and nuzzled into her neck. “Wrap your legs around me, sweet cheeks...”

She did as he instructed, holding on tight. He scratched at her neck with the points of his fangs as he guided the head of his cock to the glistening folds of her pussy. He held for a moment feeling her body reacting to the closeness of his thickened member. She moaned, need evident in the soft cry.

Shadows smirked against her neck and then plunged his whole length into her tight hole breaking through her maidenhead causing her to cry out. Lachelle clutched at his shoulders, muscled walls clamping tightly upon the invasion into her most private part of her body.

Holding still he gave her a moment to adjust to his massive girth. At the same time, whilst holding her up against the wall with one arm, he slid his other hand down between their bodies and found the hooded clitoris with his thumb and began to rub it slowly. She moaned leaning her head back, revealing her long pale throat.

The master vampire groaned and began to move inside her body, angling his hard length against her spot revelling in the awesome friction that occurred between their joined bodies. It was amazingly hot; he grunted as he pumped in and out, rubbing her clit firmly in time with his thrusts. Lachelle moved with his motions, clenching in time as well. She was clearly enjoying herself, exactly what he was aiming for.

Shadows moved harder, brushing against her spot, circling his thumb roughly on her clit. Her walls tightened hard around his cock. He growled and increased the pace surging inside her, moving his hips tight against hers. She leaned her head back; long blonde hair falling back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy.

He shifted his body, moving harder, rubbing his thumb continuously against her hardened nub of flesh. She whimpered clenching rapidly, the walls of her pussy contracting around his cock. He felt his balls tighten, but he held tight control of his pleasure wanting her to orgasm before he did.

Lachelle whimpered, clutching tighter at his shoulders. “God...please...so...so...close...”

Shadows rumbled in his throat and moved faster to make her come, his hard length throbbing against the tight walls of her pussy, pressing against her spot, just as he pinched her clit between his thumb and index finger.

Lachelle tensed around him, then cried out, shuddering as she released. “Oh...God...”

The master vampire pulled his lips back from his fangs and snarled as he began pumping roughly in and out of her finally releasing his own orgasm into her body. She moaned, slumping against his hard body, head lolling against his shoulder, hands only just hanging onto his arms. He held her against his body, smirking faintly as he rubbed a hand lightly at the small of her back.

Lachelle trembled and shifted so her chin rested against his left shoulder. He continued to run his hand gently up and down her back, and then in soothing circles. As they stood there his highly sensitive ears heard footsteps moving along the corridor and halting outside the door. Licking his lips and holding her closer, he dropped his hand between her legs and rubbed at her clit once more.

The blonde gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, moaning out at the pleasure that shot through her body. Shadows chuckled low, nuzzling into her neck murmuring softly as he kept one ear on the person outside the storeroom.

“Hello?” The door creaked open and then there was a sharp intake of breath. “What the fuck?”

Shadows tightened his hold around Lachelle’s waist, feeling her react to the voice at the doorway. You are mine right now...do not respond to him... He squeezed her clit firmly forcing another wave of erotic pleasure through her body. She cried out in ecstasy rocking against his body and calling out his name.

He smirked then turned his head to nail the person behind him with a triumphant sneer. Hello, Pierre...

Pierre stood in the doorway a dawning sense of utter betrayal forming in his mind at the scene before him. He grabbed hold of the doorframe staring in shock at the look of absolute unadulterated bliss on his fiancée’s face. Then he met Shadows hot stare and felt a shot of cold fury jerk through his heart.

Yet, instead of storming into the store room and tearing his girlfriend from the master vampire’s arms, he swung around and vanished from the arena in a frigid blast of air.

The last thing he heard as he disappeared was one last moan of pleasure from Lachelle and Shadows’ deep husky voice whispering erotic promises into her ear.

Notes

Thanks Hailey :) I really enoyed writing that chapter with Johnny getting mad :)