My room was a mess of clutter and debris. It was more like a jungle than a room in which to sleep and dwell. The warm summer wind blew outside my window causing the willow tree next to my window to make and annoying tapping sounds. It was impossible for me to sleep, at least at this point in the night. So I arose from my bed, so many pillows covering it that there was scarcely room for me, and made my way down the hall to the computer. I flipped it on silently and immediately began surfing the web for new Adam photos and animations, the jucier the better. They were enough to make me melt into a puddle of glitter goo. They still wouldn't compare to seeing it all live before my eyes in just 3 days. Yes, that's right. I have an official ticket to his concert in Hell Michigan, my hometown, Yes, I live in hell. I live in a very dull hell with dull guys I have no interest in. None of them shimmer, none of them move and strut about the way Adam does onstage, and thank God for that, for if any of them attempted it, a revolting sight it would be. I drooled over all the latest concert pictures from that night and watched a video of Fever, a song with some of the hottest dance moves. I could watch him grab himself a thousand times and I would never tire of it. Glitter and sweat rolling down his face, his eyeliner running down like tears of contentment. He lived to entertain and I lived to soak it all in as much as I possibly could, but could I ever get close enough? Is it humanly possible to get close enough to quench my Adam thirst? The day of the concert, I wait in line all day, anticipating the night in my mind over and over again. I know no daydream will compare to it actually happening though. I'm wearing my giant peacock feathered dress and my hair is freshly dyed black and blue, my glittery make-up perfect and Adam-inspired to a tee. Hours pass, and finally the doors open. I rush as close to the stage as I can get and luckily from where I'm standing I can see the stage perfectly, and I'm close enough to make eye contact with Adam. For Your Entertainment starts to play, and glitter falls from the ceiling as Adam emerges from behind a curtain of sparkles. He looks my way and makes his angry hot face he did so many times when he was on Idol. I have multiple adamgasms one after another for at least 30 seconds straight. He cannot be human. I hear a girl next to me comment. I agree. Little did I know how right I was?
After the concert I wait around by the side door of the theater waiting for my ride to pick me up. Late as usual. Every fan is gone and Adam's crew and buses are all gone too. Then suddenly from a not so far away distance I hear a panting sound. I quickly turn around, but see nothing. I stare forward content on waiting, pushing all other thoughts from my head. Then I hear it again, closer this time. I remain still fixated on the road in front of me, the street empty except for the street lamps. I feel a warm breathing on my neck, but still I don't scream. I don't run. I stand perfectly still and realize I'm afraid, yet at the same time I don't sense any real danger. I slowly turn around and in front of me is Adam, his blue eyes swimming with sparkle. He opens his mouth and reveals fangs, sharp and white as pearls. I step back and he holds out his hands, pulling me back toward him. We stare at each other for what seems like hours, even though in reality only seconds go by. Then finally out of nowhere he leans down and kisses my neck. I stand perfectly still, close my eyes, and lean my head back feeling an adamgasm coming on. Then abruptly he bites down on the right side of my neck, hard. My vision goes blurry as he sucks out blood at a rapid pace. I feel I'm going into shock, I begin to twitch. I try to scream, to tell him to stop, but too late. The damage has been done. I am now among the legion of the glampires. I realize I never wanted him to stop. The pain had ceased, and I felt more alive than I had ever felt in my human life. Adam spoke surely to me as though I had always been one of his kind. We must leave the territory, night is when we fly, and night is when we are free. I have so many questions running through my mind all at once like why was I chosen to be bitten, or could he not control himself the way I couldn't control my fascination for him? Instead I was speechless.
He put his arms around me and held me close, and whispered in my ear, "We're truly meant to be now. Say goodbye to your old life. You now belong to me."
I felt shivers run through me as he spoke these words. Then we flew off into the night.
"Can't you be seen during the day?" I ask.
"We're glampires, not vampires dear. Remember that. The rules are slightly different. We can be seen during the day but only for short periods of time. That's the real reason I can't sign autographs during the morning and afternoon hours. I come out at night. My fangs appear only when in a battle, recruiting a new member, and for one other occasion, I think you'll find out what very soon."
Adam led me down a mystical alley where we were surrounded by freaky looking people with morbid expressions, but Adam wasn't fazed. One guy with at least 50 piercings in his face came up to Adam and handed him his golden snake cane with green smoke slowly sifting through its eyes, enveloping us into a cloud of ecstasy. He wrapped his hands around my face and began to consume. I started feeling so hot, I couldn't stand it anymore. I turned to run, but instead flew above into a vast bubble floating above the smoke and freaks. I immediately cooled off for an instant. Looking below, gazing among the gypsy like crazies in their gypsy outfits, there was a sense of contentment between them even though they scared me a tad bit. They couldn't all be glampires.
Adam shook his head at me. "I know what you're thinking sweetie. No glampires on this side of town. The next tour stop may have some though."
"Why did you choose to make me one of you?"
Adam leaned toward me again, and whispered slyly, "Sometimes we just get that sudden urge that something is meant to be right." Fangs emerged from his mouth, and his eyes widened into a fierce look of want.