A/N: So here is chapter two, hope you like it if you do or even if you don't review and let me know. Thanks to MartaSwan for my first review
Disclaimer: Last time I checked I wasn't Stephenie Meyer so twilight and all its wonderful characters do not belong to me.
The room was almost black, the lights had been turned so low and a hush had fell over the expectant crowd as they waited for us to appear onstage. As soon as each band member set foot onto the side of the stage a spotlight would pick them up and follow them to their chosen spot and their instrument.
As this took place the screams from the crowd grew ever louder. I knew that they would reach their crescendo when I finally walked onstage, I also knew that there would be a tiny spark of fear in the minds of all those towards the front of the crowd as my skin took on a slightly unnerving glow under the spotlight. This glow was nowhere near as intense a reaction as my skin had to daylight but it was enough to create a reaction. This fear was normal – I expected it, it was the natural human reaction to being so close to one of my kind. The fact that I was onstage and they were down on the floor with a barrier between us made it slightly easier for all involved. It stopped them from feeling the urge to back away from me and it took away some of the potency the smell of their blood held for me. Some but not all.
The show went off without a hitch, just as all their shows before them had. The rest of the band though confused by Edward's sometimes strange behaviour and occasional requests that they change the set list halfway through a gig accepted it as it seemed to work in their favour.
Of course none of them had any inkling that these sudden changes were coming about because of the thoughts emanating from the minds of the crowd.
Edward himself was still slightly amazed that none of them had even the faintest notion of the secret that he held even though he so much time in close proximity to them. He knew that his behaviour must seem strange and erratic to them but they seemed to accept that that was just Edward.
Being stuck together on a tour bus for large amounts of time wasn't really the most conductive atmosphere to keeping secrets but somehow he managed. For this Edward was extremely glad, he had grown quite close to these four boys and would hate to have to kill them. But he would if they ever figured out exactly what it was that he was hiding from them, he wouldn't enjoy it but it would be necessary.
Fortunately for the rest of his band none of their blood appealed to Edward in the slightest. This could be due to the large amounts of alcohol, junk food and illegal substances that they all consumed at regular intervals. It could also be the fact that they were young men away from home and therefore didn't always have the most scrupulous of hygiene practices. Out of all of them Edward was the only one who actually remembered to shower at regular intervals, and out of all of them he was the one who needed it the least due to the fact that his vampire body couldn't actually produce sweat. For Edward it was more about enjoying the sensation of warmth on his icy skin.
The other members of the group only seemed to take any notice of their appearance before they went onstage, and then if they thought that there was a chance of getting lucky after a gig. The only other time Edward had seen any of the boys make a real effort with their appearance was when they were doing a hometown gig and they were planning on paying their families a visit. This was Edward believed in an effort to show their parents that they were successful and hadn't thrown away their lives on a stupid dream of being a rock star.
Noah, the band's lead guitarist, always went to the greatest effort on these occasions as his family were very religious and truly believed that their son's soul was condemned to an eternity in hell for what he was doing. The first time Edward had met them and heard these thoughts in their minds he had had to fight to stop himself from laughing out loud. If only they knew about the real monster in their midst, the one who's soul was forever lost. Ironically they had taken to Edward and decided that he could be a good influence on their son.
Tonight was not a hometown show for any of the group or at least they didn't think so. None of them had ever been able to get much information out of Edward about his life, he had vaguely mentioned Chicago when they asked him where he was from but that was about as much as they had been able to get out of him except for the fact that he claimed to have no family, no one to take his dirty laundry to and no one to cook him a nice homemade meal whenever he was in town. Edward had to repress a chuckle whenever this thought crossed one of the boy's minds.
Aiden and the other band members- Ethan, his younger brother, Matthew and Noah had often discussed the peculiarity that was Edward and his none existent history. They had come to the conclusion that his family must have been wiped out in some freak accident or that he was some rich kid trying to rebel against his family and their wealth. It always amused Edward greatly to hear the latest theories on himself whispered between them when they thought he was asleep or out of hearing range.
Their thoughts were elsewhere now though. As there was no family to visit tonight the boys were planning a night of drinking and partying, each one hoping that seeing as they had a free day tomorrow that could be used to recover, and the relative luxury of a night in a motel they might use the fame they were beginning to acquire to their advantage and get up close and personal with some of the finest local girls.
This was further aided by the fact that when they walked out of the back doors of the venue there waiting for them were half a dozen or so girls all hoping for pictures, autographs and the chance to get to know the boys a whole lot better. Aiden's eyes lit up at the sight and Edward felt the need to close his mind off to the increasingly crude thoughts that were running through his mind.
It was finally agreed that the girls would call up some more of their friends and they would all come over to the motel that the boys were staying at for the party to end all parties.
Edward decided that he would go along with their plans; he knew it wouldn't take long before they had all drunk so much that they would pass out and then he would be free to go and have his own fun. He knew that he could wait a little longer before hunting – his eyes had yet to turn completely black but he didn't like to push himself when he spent so much time in close proximity with so many humans. So he would play the part of the front man at tonight's party but he would not be partaking of the assembled crowd of girls like his fellow band members.
Edward knew better than to feed on anyone who could be linked back to them directly. No he would have to go out after the boys were passed out or otherwise occupied for his meal.
A/N: up next Edward goes hunting. Until next time –enjoy.