A/N: This story takes place in a universe of my own creation. Tom Quincy is a vampire who happens to be a rock star. Jude is an aspiring singer songwriter and Sadie is in the fashion industry. Jude gets Sadie tickets to one of his concerts as a birthday present and Jude agrees to go with her. I don't own Instant Star.
I am darkness
Chapter 1: Leather and Attitude
Jude was sprawled on the couch in the living room waiting for Sadie. It seems she was always waiting for her sister. "Sadie! Not that I care, but we're gonna be late!" I yelled from my comfortable position on the couch. I nearly fell off the couch when I saw the get up she was wearing. She was decked out in an extremely short and tight black leather skirt, corset top squeezing her chest so tight I thought she would have a wardrobe malfunction before we even left the house, black boots that laced above the knees, a gothic looking across around her neck, and dark make-up completed the outfit. "Sadie you look like you just stepped out of a BDSM film. Where's the whip." I said with my signature single eye brow raised. Her answering smirk caused a knot to form in my gut. "What?!" I said stupidly in a tone that hardly masked my fear. A box materialized seemingly out of thin air and she dumped the contents in my lap. A series of leather straps fell out of the box and into my lap. "And this would be…" I said as I held one up in the air for closer examination. "Your outfit of course." She said nonchalantly. "Oh hell no!" I said as I surged off the couch to glare at my sister. "Just think of it as our VIP badges." She said matter-of-factly. I stared at Sadie with a mixture of horror and anger. "And I care because…" I said stamping my foot with annoyance. "Because this is what I want and it's my birthday." Sadie said looking equally annoyed. We stood frozen staring at one another with neither of us willing to give an inch. "One night Jude. For me." she said. I could feel my resolve crumbling. She never asked me for anything. Her happiness was important to me. My scowl began to soften. "Fine, but you're gonna have to help me put these things on." I said. Her face transformed into a look of barely suffused joy. "I love you too little sister." She said as her arms tightened around my shoulders. "I love you too." I grumbled under my breath.
After 30 minutes of utter embarrassment Sadie had gotten me into the outfit and was making the final adjustments on my make-up. I stared at the stranger in the mirror. My skin was milky white against the black leather making the blood red color on my lips stand out even more. My eyes held a look of surprise. I looked ethereal. Sadie nodded her approval and smiled in satisfaction at her work.
A cab ride later and we were at the venue. Sadie was right about one thing our outfits worked like a charm; our decent tickets were upgraded to front row seats, we were given genuine VIP passes giving us coveted backstage access after the show, and received one or two offers from strangers that made me blush down to my toes.
As we drank in the buzz of the crowd a muscle bound man came up to us with an expensive looking bottle and two flute glasses. "Complements of the band and an invitation to join them after the show." he said as he handed over the items before disappearing into the crowd. I carefully opened the bottle and filled the glasses to the brim. "Happy birthday Sades!" I said tapping my glass with hers. We drank two more glasses each when the curtains began to part causing the crowd to roar.
The alcohol was making me feel heady and I was swaying on my feet. The drums were primal and the base line was thumping. The guitars were wailing and I found myself unexpectedly enjoying myself. I was shocked to realize that the music was really good. "Sadie wouldn't know good music if it bit her in the ass." I thought to myself. A spotlight sliced through the darkness like a knife and I found myself rapidly blinking forcing my eyes to adjust to the change in lighting. When my vision finally cleared I was mesmerized. It hurt to look at him he was that beautiful. His features looked as if they were carved from ivory and weren't meant to be looked upon by mortal eyes. His hair was black as night, his eyes were a rich blue like sapphires, and he had the most sensuous mouth I had ever seen on man or woman. He wore a 14th century looking billowy white dress shirt tucked neatly into black leather pants that looked like it had been poured on him; they were so tight it left little to the imagination. He wore laced up black boots that hit him mid-thigh. Although he was beautiful he was unmistakably masculine. The muscles under the clothes rippled every time he moved. His movements were graceful and dangerous at the same time as if he were a great hunting cat pacing the stage. And when he smiled my pulse sped up and my knees felt weak. He looked like a walking wet dream. I looked over at Sadie to gage her reaction of him, but when I looked at her it was like no one was home. Her eyes were glazed over and a beatific smile was on her lips. I turned around slowly to look over at the faces in the crowd and males and females gazed at him as if he were their life line. You could taste the crowd's desire as if it were something solid. I took a few calming breaths and my head felt a little less muddled. "Was I drunk from the champagne or drunk because of him?" I wondered to myself. I turned my gaze back to the stage and found myself able to meet his gaze without feeling hollow eyed. A look of surprise marred his perfect features for a split second before he schooled his expression and turned his adoring gaze to the rest of the crowd.
I don't know how much time had passed, but I found myself being pulled in tow to the backstage entrance by Sadie whose tight painful grip on my arm helped me think more clearly. The security guard made a big show of glancing at our VIP passes and gave Sadie and me a long once over that had me wishing desperately that I was covering up more bare skin. I smiled sweetly at him and gave him the middle finger as I passed. He took it as an invitation and made a grab for me. He moved so fast that I had no way to avoid being manhandled or so I thought. Faster than the blink of an eye the security guard was flat on his back and blood was blossoming from his nose. "Don't you ever touch her again." a voice said menacingly in a tone that promised violence. "Are you okay?" he said as I stared at him like a rabbit caught in a trap. Each syllable from his mouth felt like velvet rubbing against my skin. "Don't worry you're safe." the same voice said in a gentler tone trying to dissuade my fear. "From him or from you?" the words slipped out of my mouth before my brain could stop me. Laughter erupted from him making him sound younger and more carefree than the man that had stood onstage. His band mates soon surrounded us to see what the commotion was about and before long we were ushered to the VIP room.
Everything was hazy as if I was in a dream. I felt like I was losing chunks of time. I desperately wanted to discuss this with Sadie, but she was cozying up to some guy whose name I think was Kwest. He caught me staring at the two of them and flashed me an innocent smile. My return look was altogether unfriendly and conveyed what I would do to him if he hurt my sister. His smile faltered. Brownie points to me. He gave me a nod that we understood each other. "I've never been ignored before." the seductive voice said teasingly. "Then you're not trying hard enough." I said sweetly before staring up at those startling blue eyes once again. "My name is Tommy." he said as he lifted my hand and placed his lips close to my wrist. He breathed in causing a ticklish sensation to travel up my arm and placed a kiss on the inside of my wrist. For a moment I could hear the sound of my blood thudding in my ears and my pulse was a frantic wild thing. The sound stopped abruptly when he let go of my wrist. I unconsciously began to rub the area of my wrist where he had made contact with those kissable lips. "Kissable lips?! I was definitely on something." I thought to myself. He looked at me expectantly. I just blinked at him. I was completely distracted and was embarrassingly staring at his lips. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear a thing he was saying. He flashed me a masculine smile that held heat and the promise of naughty things to do alone in the dark. Did I mention that he was amused as hell?! I am not a funny person. He took a step back from me before repeating his question a second time. "What's your name?" he asked. "Jude. My name is Jude." I said.