I am angel this another one of my stories but im just messing around with ideas. Tell me what you think of it and I'll see where to go
Disclaimer- I don't own anything except my own characters and settings.
The loud beat of techno was echoing throughout the club. The heat of bodies, the smell of sweat and alcoholic aroma swirled around the club. There was a slight haze of smoke from cigarettes, but nobody noticed the smell or the smoke, only the hypnotic trance of the dark haired man in the middle of the stage. His body was moving in time with the rhythm, his hips swinging with the beat. He held a microphone in his hand, barely nodding his head in time with the music.
The lead electric guitar was slowly playing a high note cord. It began repeating the cord and the bass began playing a very low part of three notes over and over. The drums slowly picked up and laid down a subtle beat. The man with mic in his hands slowly started nodding his head. Then started slowly speaking, his voice a low baritone. "We are bloody angels, my name is Damian and I will be your dark desire for the evening." his voice slid over the people like velvet across bare skin. Sighs could be heard from the audience.
He barely smiled. His eyes were the oddest color though. 'Violet eyes on a man with black and red hair.' a man with silver hair looked on as he watched the show. 'I've found you.' the beat began becoming faster; the bass player stopped for a few heart beats, then blared a hard power chord. Everyone on the floor began dancing in their own way to the music. The music was hypnotic but not as hypnotic as the lead singer. His voice came over the microphone, his voice playing along their skin…
A wraith with an angel's body
A demon with a smile of gold
You soulsuckerI
Won't become like you
A killer with the perfect weapons, crystal eyes, and a heart of coal
You soulsuckerI
Won't lose myself in you
Look how pretty she is when she falls down
Now there is no beauty in bleeding mascara
Lip are quivering like a withering rose
She's back again
What the fuck do you think love means?
It's much more than words and feelings sucking me dry
Is my marrow that sweet?
Your dead lovers have left a trail of broken hearts and misspent hopes sucking them dry
Does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness?
I hope you choke
It's more than words and more than feelings, sucking me dry
As he sang the crowd danced and moshed but never lost beat. They were entranced by the music and by the voice of the singer. He moved, swayed, danced and almost looked like he was going to strip. People watched him while never losing a beat but with an almost blank stare. The silver haired man watched him as he performed. He silently contemplated to himself.
There was a legacy, "the man with violet eyes and hair like midnight raining blood will be the one to save us from the darkness." the vampires and the were-animals have looked for many decades in search for him but there he is. He knew exactly how to capture the crowd without even realizing what he was doing. The silver haired man smiled slightly, showing fangs. He looked up into the violet eyes giving him a quick smile. There was no puff of smoke, no pop, he just vanished as if he was never there...
soo? whatcha think? R & R please. no flame only if necessary.