Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The music was loud and the crowd’s screams pierced Jon’s sensitive ears. He felt the scarlet fluid of his earlier feeding excursion sloshing through his veins as he danced and jiggled his way across the stage, sending the women into a lustful frenzy.

“I have to feed again tonight” he reminded himself as “ Hey God” flowed mechanically through his lips. His eyes were seeking already, looking for that perfect female to satisfy his raging lust and his unquenchable thirst for blood.

His jeans were plastered against his sweaty thighs, the leopard print shirt flowing with the evening breeze. He hasn’t lost the obvious human traits but he marveled at the new ones he had required. He could hear the voice from fans at the back of the arena. Zoomed in on the scent of a woman or enjoy the view of a full busted girl jumping up and down, waving a “I love you Jon.” banner. Live was good…no more than good…fucking spectacular. The world was his oyster and damn did he love pearls!

As one song flowed into another he felt the energy slowly ebbed from his frame, thankful that there weren’t too many songs left, he flicked an enquiring brow over to Richie as he felt the dark eyes penetrating his back.

Richie didn’t know the truth and Jon wasn’t about to wise him up either., but Richie ain’t stupid, he knew something was up. He knew those dark, secretive eyes and what that penetrative stare meant. He had done something that only Richie picked up on…something that wasn’t supposed to happen..if you’re human that is.

“I'm lying here beside you in someone else's bed
Knowing what were doing's wrong
But better left unsaid
Your breathing sounds like screaming
It's all that I can stand
His ring is on your finger
But my heart is in your hands…”

Giving him a snooty smile through his curtain of wet bangs, Jon fell to his knees, frozen in time for a mere moment, he just stood there like a god, his arms outstretched t, head thrown back, while his heaving chest and the welcoming breeze help to raise the shirt just that few inches more.  Jon savored the moment. He was enjoying his newly found talent. Beams of energy bounced of the masses, soaking into his skin, it was invigorating! The spears shot through him, nestling in the pit of his stomach to lie in waiting until it was more needed.

“Ssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….”

 Slumping down on all fours ever so slowly, he crawled towards the crowd of panting women. They were reaching hysteria and although Jon had to try his damndest not to cringe from the shrill irritation, he smiled inwardly. Women are so damn easy! Flash them a smile, shake your ass and crawl their way while staring at them through sweaty, tangled hair and you got them right where you damn well want them.

“If loving you is wrong I don’t wanna be right…..”

She appeared before him like a lost doe in the forest of lost souls. She was smiling but her eyes were glued to his lips. Her heart beat to the rhythm of Tic’s drums, her luscious mouth slightly apart, flaunted perfectly, ivory teeth.

His lips curled into a sultry, smile. His blue eyes played hide and seek behind the curtain of hair. Her scent drifted toward his nostrils and Jon halted as the smell of her essence accompanied the cheap perfume.

“…if loving you is wrong…..if loving you is wroooonnggg….baby….”

Reaching out towards her, he felt the slight trembling of her hand as they touched.

”…hold you in my arms..and I feel your tender charms….”

She smelled divine…locking his eyes with hers, he sealed her sad fate.

Leaning towards her, he kissed the top of her hand and sucked in a heated hiss as her pulse jumped, sending a rush of heavenly sap through the vein now so close to his lips.

Feeling the instant scrape of his fangs, he lingered for a moment, creating more fantasies for the oversexed women watching jealously as the lucky girl received his undivided attention.

Still in an excited stupor, he jerked as a women grabbed at him, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled and backed off, chanting silently to his next meal now totally under his control. Now to get this damn show over with!

“..lets just turn the radio down, let’s turn the lights down low…”

A song later the night came to and end.

 Smiling and waving at the crowd with Richie on his left and Dave on his right, he didn’t wait a second longer before he bounced from the stage in search of his oasis.

Richie smiled.

Horny bastard, he knew he had chosen himself a little somethin’ when he kissed that girl. Shit if Dot ever finds out about all the girls, she would skin his ass and feed it to the damn wolves. She knew about his infidelities, if you could call it that, but lately the man was insatiable!

Shrugging his shoulders, he sauntered towards his dressing room.

Jonny would have to deal with her if she finds out the truth. The boys’ and the crew will never talk, so unless Jonny boy acts stupid, he will be safe as safe as pig in Palestine.

He didn’t wait too long for her, her rosy petal scent wafted closer before her footsteps gave her away.

Keeping himself in the semi darkness, he held out his hands.  Wild brown eyes shimmered in the low light. She was nervous, nervous as hell.  The skittish filly stepped closer to put her hand in his.

Oh God! I can’t believe this! Jon Bon Jovi!

 It wasn’t meant to be heard and Jon didn’t mean to respond to it but he did.

“In the flesh sweetness..in the flesh.”

Bewildered eyes shot to his face. He did it again! Shit some things needed some fine tuning!

“Come closer, darlin’. Are you afraid of me?”  Cursing himself for losing control over his fangs, he tilted his face a bit closer into the darkness of the night.

She had something to be afraid of alright!

“I…I don’t usually do this, you know.” She offered tentatively, lowering her gaze shyly.

Pulling her gently into his frame he could only focus on the precious cargo flowing through her young veins.

“Oh I’ll treat you just right…you just relax ok?” the wolf said to the lamb.

Her arms were around his neck, her lips so close to his face. She wasn’t too experienced and fuck knows he didn’t have the damn patience to be gentle.

He was hard, ready and fucking hungry!

Closing his eyes for a split second he focused on his sharp fangs inching lower and lower. Her scent and innocence drilled into his clouded mind and the beast reared inside, the beast he had failed to completely manipulate to his will.

Crushing her to him, she gasped as his mouth clamped over her mouth, his harsh kiss stealing the breath from her lungs. His hands were punishing, his fangs piercing the soft skin of her lips.

Their tongues swirled, her taste were drugging, the tiny trails of blood oozing from her lips, ripped a growl from his throat.

Her surprised cry was lost in his mouth as he lunged them deeper into the recesses of the backstage. She wasn’t sure how they moved that quick and he didn’t give a shit if he scared her.

He wanted her and he wanted her NOW!

Slamming her onto a dusty tabletop, he scraped the last few items off in one fell swoop. Grinning to himself when he felt the tiny skirt above her knees, he knew he had it made.

Her ass hit the table with a dull thud. She whimpered as he bruised the softness of her curves. Fear was settling in and he closed his hands over her clamped ones, loosening it from his shirt. He loved the energy fear brought…it was heady and so powerful!

Stepping in between peachy thighs, he snarled as a tiny scrap of thong covered a little patch of dark hair. His sight was heightened in the dark and he licked his lips as he focused on the package presented so nicely in a tiny flowing skirt and cowboy boots.

Leaning into her, he laid her spread on the table, her breath was racing and by the look of the soaked thong it wasn’t just fear leaving her gasping for air. The little bitch was turned on!

“You taste like heaven darlin’. “ He traced slithery trails down her neck, her veins were enticingly close, yet his need to taste those perky nubs overruled his hunger.

Lifting her hands willingly above her head, he slid the shirt of in no time.

Aahhh! The brashness of youth! No lacy trappings to get rid of.

Small, perky breasts flowered in his palms. She was a tiny thing beneath him, making the hunt even more exciting. No one could compete with his inhuman strength anyway.

Eager hands fiddled with his jeans, a sigh of relieve rolled in huge waves from him as he felt the welcome touch of a woman’s hand on his shaft.

Her power was stolen from her even before she could even realize it.  Settling himself more intimately between her thighs, his knees slightly bend to keep his balance, he shoved into her warmth.

Knowing that his sudden invasion would shock her, he caught her painful cry in his mouth. His hands captured her wrists, bringing them over her head, splaying her like a lamb ready to be slaughtered.

She was about to be slaughtered, to be ripped to bloody pieces, she just didn’t know what was coming, she was too lost in the fullness inside her, the steady hard rhythm of his body against hers, the lips drugging her to oblivion.

Latching onto her swollen, tiny breasts, he suckled like a man lost in the desert, she arched languorously upwards, wanting more, demanding more but her enthusiasm quickly dissipated as a flaming shot of pain tore into her skin.

All niceties were a thing of the past, the beast was hungry and it demanded to be fed. Her skin gave way like butter to a hot knife. Sweet dark nectar gushed from the wound and he drank, his body pinning her to the table.

Shock and excruciating pain left her gasping for air, her hands yanked helplessly at his hair.

“Oh God! …Please…*gulp*….please I don’t want this!” she managed to whimper.

Arctic blue eyes shone through the darkness and the sickening smell of blood filled the air, she could feel the hot stickiness of her blood pooling between her breasts and she slapped wildly, sobbing pitifully.

A demonic snarl ripped from his chest, her fighting him made the hunt just that little bit more interesting. Driving into her even harder, he slammed into her neck, ripping the soft flesh, while he sank mercilessly into the skin, almost draining her.

Slender arms thumped back onto the dusty wood, her huge eyes, begging when her mouth couldn’t anymore.

The glorious, abundance of sweet, young blood flooded his core and threw him into a violent climax. He gnawed even deeper into the bloody wound and greedily suckled. Sparks of energy and flashes of her dull live sped through his mind. She was a dull little thing wasn’t she? The only fun she had was the poor overzealous bastard that took her virginity…Jon had changed that for her…at least she knew a good screw before she died…..

Suddenly the darkness was overridden by harsh light.

“WHAT THE FUCK??!!!  JON!??”