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Come on John! Hurry up! I don’t want to be late!”

“Calm down, I already have the door thing covered. We have backstage passes, you won’t have to wait in line to get in remember?”

“I know but if we get there early I might get to meet her before the show!”

Oh joy. an evening swarmed by some chicks fan girls. Been looking forward to this all week since Jane made me get these stupid tickets. Some local performer who made it big and is doing a special concert or something. One of Jane’s favorite singers. Really, we are getting too old for this ****. Honestly though seeing her face light up was worth it. I made enough off the fiasco at the docks a couple weeks ago that it’s really no big deal to splurge and spend on her. She deserves it for everything she’s done for me and she knows it. To be honest it’s a small thank you in comparison for her basically giving up her teenage years to babysit my sorry *** when our mother was off in her own little world. Hell, she deserves a happily ever after after the **** with her sire and his thrall, our step father, before him.

Since that night it’s been difficult. Cops on alert for someone matching my vague description, thankfully I’m totally average, nondescript is the best description of me really. Not a lot of distinguishing features other than height and weight since I chance the hair and facial hair so damned often. Still, I’m not looking forward to being in among so many people. Jane just has to see this Prima Dawna chick in concert though. Ugh.

Me, I just wanna get drunk tonight and try and forget everything going on. Not gonna happen though. I haven’t heard any of this girl’s music. I’m sure it’s dance music though if Jane likes it. Plus point, there should be a ton of hot women there. Downside, they are likely to be all kinds of jailbait.

When you are a kidnapper, murderer, drug and weapons dealer and cop killer with a list of pending charges longer than your arm waiting for just one DNA or fingerprint from a crime scene to be found away from a million consecutive life sentences anything with the word “jail” in it is bad. Still, anything for my Jane. I throw on my leather jacket, a new acquisition from a biker gang I’ve started getting in with called the Night Lords and I’m ready to go. Black tee, blue jeans, leather vest, clunky *** boots, I look like I should be heading to a casting for Sons of Anarchy instead of a pop concert but hey, I’m me. I’m not going to change that for anyone. Never again. Fear will not enter my heart. I know I’m wired differently than everyone else and I’m good with that.


“I’m ready.”

“”You’re wearing that?”

Jane is dressed in a sexy pair of leather pants that look painted on and a halter top that looks like a black tissue paper that covers enough to probably be considered barely there. Side and underboob will likely be flashing when she dances. I’m tempted to tell her to go put some damned clothes on but those words haven’t ever found their way into my vocabulary and they aren’t about to now. Her leather knee high boots have enough heel to shape her calves perfectly, not that they needed help really. Jane looks ready to rock the house to it’s foundations. She probably is. There’s a gleam in her eyes with her excitement about this show. Instead of snapping at her I come back with a weary command.

“”Don’t start. Let’s go.”

The ride over to the stadium is slow. Traffic will do that. Luckily when we get there I manage to find a parking space and as promised the backstage passes procured by my new friend gets us in no hassle. I can sense Jane’s excitement growing from the moment we stepped foot out of the apartment and now she’s just about ready to burst into a gusher of girlish glee. She’s going to meet her idol. She looks like she fits in here actually. She looks young for her age, early twenties rather than pushing the big 3-0. Me, I likely look like her bodyguard.

I didn’t bring my gun or my sword to this event, I left them in the car, so hopefully it goes smoothly. I probably wouldn’t need them anyway in the event of trouble, I’ve fed recently and that puts me into a league somewhere between a young Arnold Schwarzenegger and Superman. I decide right then looking at her smile that tonight is going to be a good night even though I don’t dance.

The doors opened and there was the lady of the hour. Jane practically squealed as the gaggle of fans waiting for this moment rushed forward. Wow. It must be either the most awesome thing in the world to be famous, or the shittiest. At least Jane is acting more and more herself lately. It’s like all the pain, the trauma and suffering, the abuse throughout the years that was heaped on her is finally sloughing off from her. She is beginning to find little hints of happiness. I’m glad for this. Right now the pale woman with outstretched arms may as well be Jesus. She’s being worshipped by these people. I’m hanging back. I don’t squeal. I don’t surge toward her like she is a pool of water in the desert and I am a man dying of thirst. I’m not overly thrilled to be standing in this crowd being jostled around and would really rather be out and about rifling through a warehouse and picking out the best stuff to hoc at the local pawnshop. Well, I would be happier doing that if seeing the elation of my sister’s mood wasn’t so awesome.

I’m not exceptionally tall, at 5’10”. I’m average. I’m not exceptionally big at 180 lbs, again, average. Still, I’m taller by a couple inches than most of the other fans here so I still have a fairly decent view of the group. Especially the two men next to the girl, who I’m guessing is Dawna. She is pale, her hair is white, she looks young, pretty, has the whole vampire thing going with the fangs when she invites the crowd to swarm her.. I guess that’s this band’s thing. I’ll have to ask Jane later on if she really is a vampire. She says she can tell when two vampires meet. Ironic that whatever the enthrallment does to her makes it impossible for her to remember them enough to describe them to me or point them out.

I try to get the crowd to slow down so Jane can make it to Prima Dawna before the others but it’s like trying to hold back a stampede. I guess the fact I don’t want to draw attention to myself by tackling fangirls doesn’t help in my endeavor. Still, she vanishes into the throng of co-V.I.P.s in flooding the poor band with their love.

******* fan girls. I guess it doesn’t matter. At some point Jane will get to touch her hero if she isn’t trampled to ash first. Suddenly I’m not surrounded anymore. I realize the rest of the crowd is around the group and begging for a touch, and autograph, telling how life-affirming songs are to them. I’m not a huge music fan myself but I guess I get it. Some songs just touch you. I haven’t listened to anything by Prima Dawna so I don’t know if their stuff is like that. Guess I’ll find out when the concert begins. For now though I meander over toward the crowd and put an arm up, reaching out toward the band like I was a groupie, faking excitement for my sister’s sake.

At least here my own fangs showing won’t matter, I’ll just look like a fan playing the part and dressing up to be like the singer. Yep, that’s me. Fanboy extraordinaire.

Just like that Dawna just made Jane’s day, maybe her decade.My dead sister is wrapped around this chick like she’s a life preserver in a stomry sea. I’ve never seen her this starstruck. Might be because I haven’t seen her around any celebrities. I watch with a furrowed brow, scanning the crowd to see if anyone might recognize me. No eyes are on me though, they are all on the band. Cool.

Showmanship. This woman knew what that meant. She seemed in her element basking in the attentions lavished on her by her fans. Hell, some of the fans looked like they belonged at those convention things my sister loves so much. Gen-con or Comi-con or whatever it was. I feel like I’m in the middle of an exploded bag of skittles. Except some of those girls are hot. I feel the briefest pang of guilt that some of them are likely jailbait but it goes away quickly. Not like I’m going to be touching them. I’m pretty much lost in my thoughts for a second and when I look up, the Dawna chick has her arms around Jane.

For a moment there is a massive misfire in my head. There’s the typical flare of jealousy and protectiveness, maybe possessiveness if I’m totally honest but at the same time… girl on girl? In freaky clothes? Yeah I’m enough of a geek that my mind goes all Hentai for a second. Bad thoughts go through my mind right then. I know they are wrong. Even worse, they kind of piss me off. That jealous streak is alive and well. I also don’t like that Jane’s attention is completely off of me and on her hero.

It occurs to me that I might be a little messed up in the head. They say if you think you are crazy you probably aren’t though so I brush the thought away. The girl has an accent, it’s kind of hot, foreign. I don’t know where it’s from, sound European but could be Russian or something.

So, torn between being mad and turned on I stand there and do the most normal thing I can think of while Jane is pouring her heart out to Dawna. I wave and say lamely “Hi.”

Okay, I admit that I’m a little excited to be here. I mean, she’s famous right? I don’t meet many… any famous people. It’s just not where I’ve ever been in life. Now we have a little bit of money from the mess at the docks and well, things are looking up. Really this is the first step in us having a normal life so of course it’s exciting. Plus if this chick is really a vampire maybe I can talk to her, maybe Jane wouldn’t mind if she let me feed. My mouth practically waters at the prospect. When I drink vampire blood I gain some of their powers.

Some of that **** is really creepy… most of it makes you feel like a superhero or something though. It’s pretty badass all in all. I guess it’s all a little creepy since the blood comes from a dead-but-living corpse person that drinks blood themselves to stay not-quite-dead. Yeah, it’s ******* creepy.

I realize I still have my hand up and drop it. Thank god I wasn’t drooling over the thought of a new vampire to feed on. That would have been the icing on the cake to my dumbass greeting.

The new child wrapped her in a hug that could have been almost bone crushing, thankfully, Dawn had recently fed from one of her usual feeders and she was at peak condition. Fast, strong, powered to a point that she suspected that she could take on some of the meaner vampires if she wanted. That said, she didn't want too. She kept her fighting to a minimum, and for those who deserved it. Pulling herself out of her own thoughts, she concentrated on what the girl was saying, continuing to hug the girl till she chose to pull away.

As she did, she noted the guy and smiled to him when he spoke. Once the girl was sated she would give some more special attention to the guy. He seemed a bit on edge and she had to wonder what it was that was bugging him. At her concerts, at these greetings, she had seen a lot of different emotions. Her fans, like the girl, were always happy, excited, talking a mile a minute, crying happily and bouncing like a small dog on caffeine. Though, she had also seen her share of people who had been roped into coming to the concert, her music not really their taste. This guy seemed to fall into this category. Her blue gaze rested on him a moment longer before turning towards the girl once more.

“I take it your friend isn't into my music?” She asked with a teasing tone, nodding her head in his direction, her long white hair bouncing behind her with the movement, brushing back and forth along her full tutu.

My sister looks to me like I’m meant to say something to save her. She’d be scandalized if I admitted I’d never heard this chicks music once that I can remember. Then again if I say I have and the woman asks me what my favorite song is I’ll be lost and that’ll be awkward as all hell. ****. Think John, think. I don’t know what to say. I don’t do well in social situations like talking to a normal girl at a coffee shop let alone right now with a famous possibly vampire singer, a vampire sister, and a batch of the singers fans all staring at me waiting. Time to turn on the charm. I give a small shrug of my shoulders and a sheepish grin. “I hear you put on an awesome live show”.

Okay, that’s true. I heard that from my sister, so I’m not exactly lying. Jane immediately pipes up with “He’s not really into music, he can sing though!” She’s right. I can sing, but I don’t like to do it around people. People scare me for the most part. You never know what they are thinking, they are judgmental and they more often than not want nothing more than to use you to further their own ends.

I’m guilty of that. In fact the main reason I decided to come outside of seeing Jane happy was cause this chick claims to be a vampire and I could use some vampire contacts to get blood from. Hell, I need some. I have met a couple of them but I’m barely on a first name basis. I don’t know what to make of them and I’m terrified most of the time that they’ll kill me instead of letting me drink from them.

I can’t keep drinking from Jane all the time though, she explained to me the more I drink from her, the more she has to drink from others so it puts her at risk of overfeeding, or being discovered and there's a group of other vampires that kill vampires that get in trouble and get found out by humans. Some of them are pretty secretive. I guess I would be too if I was one of them.

I decide to try and play out Jane’s announcement. “Yeah, but only in the shower”. I give a nervous laugh but calm down a little when the fans and Jane turn their attention back to their idol. Her eyes. They are… different. Too blue or something. They feel like they are looking through my flesh somehow. Maybe it’s just paranoia but for a second I’m afraid. She knows all my secrets, everything, she knows about the cops, the little girl, the gangster, Jane, the ********, ******** number two, my mother… all of it. The expression goes ‘paranoia will destroy ya’. I don’t let it. I look away and the crazy thoughts go away almost instantly. Get it together John. You’re in public. Get it together.

I don’t know what to say or do then. I just sort of stand there nervously shuffling my feet and waiting to see what happens next.

I’m in fangirl hell.

Of course it’s Jane who announces both names. I wince internally as our names roll off her tongue. “I’m Jane and this is John, he’s my younger brother. We’re from here!” Jesus Christ she’s trying to give our life story away! “This is our first concert”, Jane adds her brow furrowing slightly. “John knew that you guys are my favorite group so he got tickets”.

She serious? Simply saying Jane and John wasn’t enough? ****, next she’s going to be telling the chick she’s a vampire and I’m a Lamarckian and we’re members of the motorcycle gang of vampire and human membership and that we had it out with the Triad. Ok, maybe it’s not at that point yet, but really I hate anyone knowing anything about me. It makes it so much easier for things to fall apart. Plus the girl’s eyes seem to **** with my head and I don’t know what I would do if I woke up and she was all Dracula’d over me about to bite me.

I don’t mind feeding Jane, to be honest I like the rush I get from it and it’d likely feel the same with Prima Dawna’s little vocalist. Still those eyes are creeping me out. They are too damned blue. She’s pretty. Maybe she’s one of those vampires Jane told me about that can make you all weak and emotional for them. Alluring or something. I dunno.

I know what just happened too. The girl mentioned a shout out and Jane’s now her best friend. **** if she told Jane she would kiss her cheek Jane would probably spew off our dirtiest secrets. Not much I can do about anything right now though. Way too many people around for me to reign her in. I’ll ask her later on to keep a little more low key in the future.

“Oh I’m not starting anything… fear of crowds. I just sing a little when I’m alone. Not really thhat well. Just a guy being a guy in the shower you know?” Holy **** I’m as bad as Jane with the verbal diarrhea. What the hell is going on tonight?

I look up at Dawna not even intending to really and she’s looking right at me. Why is she looking at me? What did I do?

I’m a deer trapped in the headlights… I’m hoping she swerves.