Josh never thought this could possibly ever happen. He didn't even dare to believe that his idol, Aidan Waite, would have interest for him. And by no means did he ever believe that Aidan would want more than a one-night-stand.

He never thought someone would want him like that.

Maybe even… need, if only just a little bit.

He didn't feel needed in so long that the mere possibility leaves him breathless.

But here they are: Two monsters who just try to pretend normal in a world that is mostly chaos and cellphone advertisements.

Josh never thought he'd be able to be that close to someone again, after he was turned into that thing, but Aidan is fine with it he is fine with this curse, and far more importantly, he is fine with the person Josh is now as a result. Actually, ever since they admitted the truth to each other, that awkward tension dissolves more and more each day.

A million things to say and write. All of which are right. Because they come right from the heart onto the page, no longer in a cage. These words hidden in my notebook. I finally have a positive outlook. On life, on me, because in my head now is a symphony.

Aidan explained a few things to him by now, shared a few stories, and Josh tried his best to open up, too.

Because that is by no means easy for him.

Josh is used to hiding feelings and fears (other than his OCD) deep inside of him.

He tries to contain that monster living within him. That made him so used to hiding from others that only now he realizes how he almost disappeared from everyone's view. He was a ghost, invisible. And while he wanted it for a while, Josh finds himself becoming more visible each day.

Because there is someone looking at him now.

Someone who doesn't turn away, even though he knows his darkest secret.

What is perhaps even more surprising, though, is that Aidan strives for the same things Josh craved for: Being human, trying not to be a monster.

Just like him, Aidan wants to be part of humanity. He wants to have contacts to humans. He doesn't want to live at the borders completely. He doesn't want to be a monster on the inside.

And to suddenly have someone by your side, fighting for the same thing... it is simply uplifting.

"What are these?" Aidan asks from Josh's bedroom, more to himself, but still loud enough for the werewolf to hear.

They switch places according to where they are closest to after a gig or so. Since the last show happened to be close to his neighborhood, the men went over to Josh's place to spend the night. The werewolf comes out of the kitchen with a mug of tea in hand, but almost drops it as he sees Aidan skimming through the pages he forgot to put away the night before. Damn!

Goddamn!

"Oh! Oh my God! That's, that's nothing, Just leave it," Josh says, running up to the small table, trying to shield the papers from Aidan's view, but of course, it's all too late already.

"Those are lyrics," Aidan states. He didn't know that Josh was even interested in writing. While he always thought that he had something lyrical about him, Aidan didn't even… or well, upon reflection, that would explain the notebook.

"Yeah, but they are crap," Josh argues, fighting a blush.

"They look like paper to me," Aidan chuckles softly. Josh narrows his eyes at him.

"So you've written all these?" Aidan asks, his eyes sparking with enthusiasm. Because there are just so many of them that Aidan can hear the music in his head already.

"Yeah, and they are crap," the brunet argues persistently. It's something he does to clear his head. Writing things down helps him push past it. He puts all those unwanted emotions into them, or those too much wanted.

And honestly? To have Aidan digging through them now is a boundary he would rather not cross just yet. They are still only together in a short while.

"They are amazing," Aidan insists. He only read the top one and was drawn in. He could hear the music in his head, literally. He was right in that scene, right in that forest.

"Now you are just making fun of me," Josh grunts.

"That is poetry, Josh. God, if only I could write like that," Aidan sighs. He always loved to sing, but often he can't find the words his voice means to express. Usually, the band and he just huddle together and mull the lines over until they are passable at best (to his liking), but to tell the truth, they are mostly just the scaffold for the music, but lack the content, are bare on the inside.

But these words? They are nothing but content. They are anything but bare. They are full, rich, they overflow.

"They are just lines," Josh shakes his head.

"Just lines? The lyrics are the main part," Aidan argues.

"They are secondary. They are just words written on recyclable paper," Josh objects.

"Words with a lot of meaning," Aidan insists. "On recyclable paper."

"These words actually gain meaning only through the singer's performance. The lyrics can be as good as you want them to be, but if the singer doesn't understand them, doesn't knows how to transform them into tone, into voice, they are worth nothing. The singer gives the lyrics soul. He lends them his voice. He tells the story," Josh corrects him. "He makes it real."

"I'd say one can't be without the other," Aidan shrugs. "Like us."

"Whatever," Josh huffs, though he blushes slightly.

"How long do you write?" Aidan asks curiously.

"I don't know. I guess since I'm a teenager. Lovesickness makes you silly," Josh shrugs. "Once I was turned, I thought this would help, you see, to write it down… since I like rhyming, I wrote poems most of the time."

The feelings I can't say. The fears I can't explain. The terror I would like to slay, to kill both horror and the pain.

"And the lyrics?" Aidan asks.

"Some 'lyrics' are actually poems, like this one here," Josh shrugs, pointing at one of the papers in front of Aidan. "And those which are not… well, I started writing these… some time back…"

"When?" Aidan grimaces, realizing the odd tone in his partner's voice.

"Oh well... Honestly? After I heard you guys perform for the first time," Josh admits, fighting a blush.

"We inspired you to write these?" Aidan blinks at him.

"I don't want to appear like the obsessive fan here," Josh grimaces.

"No, I mean… it's just… I find that a great honor," Aidan explains."That you liked our stuff so much that you... decided to write these."

You created art, just for me? Because all I see is beauty, captured on these white pages. For no matter the time, their grace never changes.

"But still, they are more like... compensation, pretty much," Josh bites his lower lip. It's something he does to deal with his problems, or his affairs of the heart. He writes these lines in notebooks most of the time so that he has a lid to close it with, to seal those words and leave them there.

"I would love to sing these. Hey, you could be our songwriter!" Aidan grins.

"If you want to have another round, just say so, don't say such things to get me horny, alright? That doesn't work," Josh rolls his eyes.

"I mean that, man! If we had lyrics like that to sing, we'd make more than one night shows in shabby pubs," Aidan insists. "Your lyrics are good."

"But good at best," Josh argues.

"Let me rephrase that: They are outstanding. No, they are art. If I had money, Josh, I swear to God, I'd hire you at an instant," Aidan goes on.

"I wouldn't need the money. I have my job. This I do for leisure anyways," Josh shrugs.

"That is probably the hottest thing someone's ever said to me," Aidan chuckles cheekily.

"Oh, so it's not just that you're happy to see me," Josh wiggles his eyebrows, nodding at Aidan, who is apparently standing in his boxers.

"Will you let us play a few of these?" the vampire asks.

"All of them, if you want," Josh shrugs.

He's written them with Aidan's voice inside his head anyways.

"Okay, now that demands celebration," Aidan grins, pulling Josh into a kiss and back over to the bed. "Really, screw dirty talk, talk poetry to me."

"Aidan," Josh mewls, but then goes with it.

It's just so nice to have someone… appreciating you.

Josh didn't have that in a while.

And even though he isn't used to it yet… he might start now.

"Okay, guys, you know Josh," Aidan says as they come inside the band room (AKA Jake's garage).

"Hi, Aidan's bitch," Henry greets Josh, sticking out his tongue. Aidan already means to kick him, when he hears Josh reply with a cold kind of nonchalance that makes even his skin crawl, "Why are you greeting yourself, Henry?"

"Dude, if you were any more of a bitch, you'd have puppies," Henry keeps teasing.

"Yeah, and then you wouldn't be the only dog in the room, let's rejoice," Josh retorts.

"Good one," Henry chuckles. Josh knows by now that The Fangs, as the name lets on once you think about it, are all vampires.

"What's he doing here, though?" Jake asks. Aidan shoots him a glance - like an arrow. He knows that the guys are always into teasing him and pissing off whatever partner he was or is with, but he is serious about Josh, so he would really appreciate it if the guys gave a good impression, just once. Please.

"What?" the other man frowns.

"He is here because I asked him to help us out. Josh is one fine songwriter, and he gave his okay to try some of his songs," Aidan proclaims.

"No shit?" Henry frowns.

"No shit," Aidan nods.

"Fan, dishwasher, Aidan's bitch, songwriter… can't you pick one thing and stick to it?" Henry mutters. "This starts to confuse me."

"I can break the numbers down for you if it's that difficult for you," Josh replies with a smug grin.

"My, my, you seemingly grew some balls since the last time I've seen you," Henry shrugs, unimpressed. "Anyway, let's see how much is behind that, or if Aidan doesn't just go all boyfriend on you and drags us along."

Josh hands them a few printouts of the songs he and Aidan chose for today. The others read in silence, but you can see that they like what they read.

"You really did that all by yourself?" Gabriel asks.

"Yep," Josh nods.

"Okay, let's do it," Henry says, getting the bass.

I run through the night

Got no place to hide

The woods seem endless

In the world's madness

My fear

It hurts

Deep inside

It scorches

This flame

It burns

I run through the night

I stumble

I fall

In the distance a feral growl

Stop!

Please!

Somebody help me!

Please!

Stop!

No!

Clutch at my fear and don't let go

Where do I go?

Where can I hide?

I keep running through the night

An echo rings above the clouds

The leaves, they muffle all the sounds

They hush my cries

My agony

But then it stop

And finally I'm free

I bathe in the light

The darkest night

I run as far as I can

Leave everything behind

The moon shines down on me oh so bright

"Wow, I love the sound of that," Gabriel grins.

"My thought exactly," Aidan agrees. Live it sounded even better than inside his head.

"You are officially hired – and by that I mean you won't get a single dollar for it coz we can't afford it, but… ugh, you get free tickets?" Henry chuckles.

"Josh? What do you say?" Aidan asks him.

"You sounded amazing," Josh tells him.

"No, I mean… do we get to perform your songs?" Aidan asks, now very sincere.

"As I said, I've written them for you to sing anyway, so yeah," Josh whispers, but then turns to the others as well. "Though I demand free drinks at least twice a month."

"That we can do," Jake assures him.

"Then I guess we finally found ourselves a songwriter," Aidan smiles.

"That doesn't sound right," Aidan grimaces. They tried this new song Josh wrote, Darkness Claims Me. It's amazing, to say the least, and Aidan devoured every single word with shivers running up and down his spine after Josh gave him the first sketches.

However now that they perform it, it doesn't sound at all like he thought.

"It sounds good, that's not it," Jake agrees. "But something's off."

"Josh?" Aidan turns to the werewolf, who listened to all of it carefully.

"… I can only agree," he says.

"What would you suggest?" the raven asks him.

"Me?" Josh frowns.

"It's your song," Aidan shrugs. Why is he so surprised about these things?

"Well, I don't know. Maybe if you tried to go a bit higher in the fifth line, you know, like… draw it out more," Josh replies uncertainly.

"Huh?" Aidan frowns.

"Of light. In the dark. If you sing 'light' a little higher, you'd get more range when you sing the dark in a lower voice. It's a better contrast… maybe," Josh explains, actually singing the first words, though almost in a whisper. Aidan tilts his head curiously, but then focuses on his guitar again.

"Okay, let's try that," Aidan blinks at him. The others agree and start again.

Of light

In the dark

"Sounded better," Gabriel says once they are through the song another time.

"But still something's not quite right," Jake argues.

"Yeah, well, we'll keep working on it," Aidan shrugs. He wants to master that song.

"Or not, the other ones work just fine," Henry snorts.

"I will sing that song one day, trust me," Aidan tells him, though his eyes are on Josh.

I will sing it to you one day, I promise.

"We'll surely figure it out," Josh smiles at him sweetly.

They carry on after that, getting lost in the music.

Lost in the moment.