This story is a combination of many different Vampire Tales: 'Dracula', 'Forever Knight', 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer', and Anne Rice's 'Interview With a Vampire'. You may find some similar connections to each of these stories in this one.
*WARNING*: There are scenes that may not be suitable for young readers. Some materials written in this story are quite graphic and some that are extremely violent. Please read responsibly.
The Chipmunks were created and produced by Ross Bagdasarian and Bagdasarian productions. I am not doing this for profit. I'm doing this just for fun.
VAMPIRES: A Chipmunk StoryChapter 1: Reunion
NOVEMBER 2004 – Boston, New York, 8:42pm.The night was clear and yet cold. Most stores in the city have already started putting up their Christmas decorations, and it wasn't even Thanksgiving yet. The full moon hanging high above the city shone brightly, regardless of the urban lights blocking the usual starry night.
In a popular nightclub, the crowd cheers for a young male chipmunk singer on the stage. He has the whole place jumping to his gothic tune. His outfit fit his performance perfectly. He wore a black sleeveless mesh top with a pattern of a demon face and message that said 'God is busy can I help you' on the front. The black pants he wore have buckles all the way down each outer side of the legs. His black steel-toed boots too buckled up in the front.
A broad smile drew wide across his face as the music ended along with the song. The audience, still hungry for more, screamed and chanted louder. He always loved it when his adoring fans bagged for more. For show, the young chipmunk began to widen his mouth and playfully hissed to the crowd below, exposing his sharp fangs. The crowd, unafraid, chanted his name, "Alvin! Alvin! Alvin!"
His fans mostly thought the teeth were customary made by dentists, which some of them have done themselves for show. It apparently is has been a gothic thing to do for the past few decades. Vampires were in. To these fans, it was a dream to become creatures of the night. Some in this very nightclub, in fact, were actually the real thing.
"What they don't know won't kill them…much." Alvin thought mockingly as a fellow male Vampire winks at him before escorting two mortal female to the bar. "You all have been a wonderful audience; at last, I must carry on. But Before I go, I shall sing to you all one more song." He calls into the mike. The crowd again cheers.
This had brought memories of when he was mortal, how he enjoyed full recognition as he performed before a crowed. Alvin felt higher then he had in centuries. The crowd cheered loudly as his last song of the evening came to the end. When he took a bow after finishing his song, he recognized a familiar scent. He had not smelled that particular scent in a very long time. Alvin smiled knowingly as he spotted a person, chipmunk in fact, standing in the dark shadows at the end of the bar.
Alvin didn't have to see the person's face in order to know who it was. He could tell by the person's posture, that he was disapproving over the act Alvin gave to the gothic partygoers. This, of course did not bother Alvin, he would talk with this 'friend' of his soon enough.
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It was five minutes to nine before Alvin snuck out of the club and headed down the well-lit streets of Boston. As it would appear in the neighbourhood, where Alvin walked was surprisingly quiet. However, he knew better. He knew he was been followed, and yet, he pretended that he did not notice the figure carefully hiding in the shadows as he quickly caught up. This person, that seemed to move with cat-like reflexes, didn't make a sound as he practically flew from one shadow to the next.
Without warning, Alvin ducked into an ally and ran until he found a way to be able to ambush his 'shadow'. He leapt up and caught a horizontal pole hanging high above his head. A normal person would never be able to make this jump, but he made it with very little effort. Gracefully, he pulled himself up until he was doing a handstand on the bar, looking down at the ground. He watched as his follower stopped right below.
The shadowy figure seemed puzzled for a moment. He looked to his right and to his left trying to figure out where his target had gone too. Allowing gravity to take control, Alvin propelled himself to swing forward, landed on his feet just behind his follower.
"Is it just me, or have you slowed down over the centuries?" Alvin cooed jokingly.
Calmly the dark chipmunk turned around and adjusted his glasses on his face. His clothes had a medieval look to them, and yet, they were modern for a gothic. "It has been awhile hasn't it?"
"You cut your hair." Alvin commented approvingly. "It looks good."
"Yes, I've been wanted to give myself a new hair style for while."
Both chipmunks stood and faced each other for a brief moment then embraced each other in a hug. "It's good to see you again, old friend." The dark chipmunk said with a smile.
"Like wise, Simon." Alvin grinned, as they pulled apart. "So, have you decided to start making a regular check-up on me, or what?" He enquired.
"Don't tell me you have forgotten our 10 year reunion?" Simon looked up at him in shock.
"What? Is that tonight? So soon?" Alvin spoke a little surprised. "My how time flies when you're an immortal." Alvin chuckled amusingly.
"It's amazing what you find so amusing." Simon began scolding. "And don't think I haven't noticed you showing off your fangs to that crowd of worshiping wannabe's. Why not just put a big sign on your chest that says 'I'm a real Vampire, so you better run!'"
"Oh please, here we go…" Alvin groaned. "For your information, there were other Vampires, like us, in that audience. Also, the other half of the crowd seemed so stoned and drunk to even care what matter of creature I am. They just care about the music I sing."
Simon shook his head in disbelief. "Forget it." He muttered. Bringing his attention back up, Simon raised an eyebrow as he studied Alvin's appearance from head to toe. "You are not going to visit with the girls dressed like that, are you?" Simon asked with a disapproving tone.
"What's the matter with the way I'm dressed. This is the latest fashion in gothic accessories, unlike like you, Mr. 'I haven't abandoned the 10th century look yet'."
A little stunned, Simon looks down at his attire in wonder. There couldn't be any way that his white top with laced cuffs and also down the front could be that much out of date. Nor could his black tight pants and belt with golden buckle. His brown style boots with them folded down just below the knees. This style of boots have carried him throughout the centuries, although, it has been harder and harder to find another pair similar to them these days.
With a frowning sigh, Simon again shook his head. "Ok, never mind on how either of is dressed. Just follow me. The girls are probably at the cafe by now."
"Ah, the girls. It'll be nice to see them again." Alvin drifted in memory as he followed his ancient friend.
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Not far away, two female chipmunks walk up along a dark street. Both dressed in sexy gothic outfits. The taller of the two wore a laired crushed-velvet dress with a velvet-blue corset showing around her waist. Her long brown hair flowed all the way down to her buttocks. She also wore purple glasses that matched her dress. Up along her arms she wore black lacy gloves that were torn in a few places. The gloves stopped just before her shoulders. Around her neck, she has a silver sterling pentagram. Her army-style black boots may appear clunky, but surprisingly, they made no sound as she walked on the sidewalk.
The other female, slightly shorter, wore a black leather vest. Her black skirt came down on a 'V' shape just covering her hips. The rest of the skirt was a pink see through mesh material. To complete her outfit, she wore black high heels. She had pinned her soft reddish-brown hair up into a ponytail that hung down towards her shoulders. Her appearance seemed to be a cross between gothic and a pop rock style.
They walked in an area that many people would consider not to be a safe place for young women at this time of night. Trouble tends to lurk in every dark corner. In fact, trouble seems to be following these unsuspecting Chipettes at this very moment.
"What do you know? We're being followed, Jeanette." The reddish-brown haired chipette said after spotting, from the corner of her eye, three dark figures walking up behind them.
"Yes, Brittany, I can smell them coming." The taller female whispered. "Look ahead, there are more."
A young Rock Gang between the ages of 14 to 22 started to come around in all angles to surround the two young females. However, little do these juvenile delinquencies realize that they've walked into a danger much bigger then they are.
The two Chipettes smiling at each other knowingly as the gang closes in on them, stopping them in their tacks. Being the streets are dark, the punks are unaware of the calm expression on the girls' faces.
"Hey there, sweet things. You two dressed for some kind of party?" A young punk grinned hungrily.
"That's right. And if you would be so kind to move, we can get to our party without you being harmed." Brittany said waving her hand from side to side, indicating the young punk to move out of her way.
"Hows about yous party with us, instead?" The 18 year old, beside him cooed as he pulled out his pocketknife and flipped it up, exposing the sharp blade.
"Hmm, I suppose we've got a moment to kill…" Brittany said, cocking her head to one side.
"Brittany, we did not come to this town to create a big scene. We are supposed to be meeting the boys by now." Jeanette said in a lecturing tone.
"Oh, come on, Jeanette. This won't take long." Brittany chuckled.
"Enough talk, hows about giving us a kiss doll." The 18-year-old spoke. He grabs Brittany and yanks her arm roughly towards him, but before his lips could touch hers, she quickly freed herself and smacked him across the face.
"Now, now. I did not say you could do that." Brittany shook her finger in a 'for shame' fashion to the punk.
"You BITCH! I'll make you pay for that!" In fury, the punk thrust his pocketknife up forcefully to attempt to jab Brittany in the stomach. To his surprise, she moved quickly to one side, but apparently not quick enough. He managed to create a tear in the side of Brittany's skin-tight leather vest.
Brittany stood frozen for a brief moment. With a stunned look, she examined the damage with her eyes. Suddenly she made a low growling noise as she raised her glowing eyes up to her attacker.
"My DRESS!" She spat angrily. "You've RUINED my DRESS! I actually paid money for it so I could look my best tonight!" Brittany screeched. She began hissing at the now scared youth, exposing her sharp fangs at him.
"Heh, she tends to over-react sometimes." Jeanette excused Brittany's actions to some of the other confused gang members.
The punk with the knife finally realized that he was not dealing with a normal girl. He found himself trying to back away from her. Brittany grabbed him before he could get too far. With a snarl, Brittany widened her mouth towards his face.
"I promise this will hurt…" Brittany purred, seductively in his ear. "…A lot." She adds before biting down on his neck.
The youth screamed in agony as he felt his artery vein been punctured and the feeling of his blood flowing out of it. He began to panic as he could now feel a small trickle of blood sliding down his neck.
"Help me." He pleaded to his other gang members.
Confused they turned to Jeanette to see what she would do. To their surprise she too had her eyes glowing as she exposed her sharp fangs, while making a hissing sound.
Instead of trying to help, they realized they were in way above their heads. As quick as they all could, each of them turned tail and ran as fast as they could away from the scene. Jeanette simply watched as the once brave scary boys suddenly disappeared back into the shadows of the streets. She began to shake her head. This was what she wanted to avoid. No doubt, these punks will spread the word of their existence. For now, she chooses not to worry about that. Right now, she feels that the kid, that is now paying the ultimate price for ruining Brittany's dress, has learned his lesson.
"Brittany, I don't think a little rip is something worth taking his life for. Besides, we are not here to feed on pray tonight. We have a meeting to get to, remember?" Jeanette tells her.
Brittany pulls away and savers the fresh warm blood over her tongue. "I remember." She answers after swallowing her last mouthful.
The punk, practically in a state of shock, stands frozen before the two female chipette Vampires. Subconsciously, he grabs hold of the still bleeding wound on his neck. He feels he should run away, but somehow, it seems that he has forgotten how.
"I suggest we leave. The boys will be waiting for us for sure by now." Jeanette said seriously.
"Honestly, you sound like Simon sometimes." Brittany scoffed as she licked the last bit of remaining droplets of blood on her lips. "Fine, let's go."
The injured punk tries to push himself up against the wall, wishing he could just ghost through. It didn't matter that the two female vampires simply ignored him as they walked away, he still feared being hurt by them. He watched with a terrified expression as the two girls vanished around the corner, leaving him alone.