A/N: This is the dramatic re-telling of a dream I had once. At least, I think- I hope it was a dream.

A Rave

By Path Walker

It was a Thursday night, like any other night. I was sitting in my dimly lit soul room, reading The Phantom of the Opera, listening to Faust in the background. It gave the book that eerie, supernatural feel I enjoyed so much. The kind that made me turn on my night light when finished.

Suddenly Aven burst into the room. This was the time when we had settled our differences and lived alone. With two souls as different yet similar as black and white, it made co-existing difficult. This was one of those times.

My demonic roomie looked at me, in my casual nightie and plain black book, and snorted.

"I can't believe you," she started, placing her hands on her hips in an annoyed way. "Every night, all by yourself. Is your books really your only friend? Come on." With out another word she grabbed me and dragged me off to her room.

In the past few weeks, Aven had thought she was doing me (and the world) a favor by 'Teaching me the ways Fashion.' Bathing routines, clothes shopping, special crèmes.... My closet was beginning to look like a modest collection of mild rave clothing. It wasn't always fun being Aven's "charity case" but I must admit- I love how smooth my skin is now.

Usually, dragging me off for a "Fashion Emergency" was nothing new. But so late at night, and with such fervor- I was a little scared. What rule could I possibly be in violation of in this hour, and why did it matter?

At last we reached her soul room. All the lights were red and her giant canopy was covered in black lace. Posters of various modern rock bands over lapped on her walls, desperately attempting to stand out in the throng. My eyes nervously glanced to the left as they always did when I entered her soul room, landing on the unadorned red door. I shuddered, thinking of the extensive collection of sex toys, porn, and lingerie that couldn't fit in her drawers. Her soul room always scared me.

I stood in the middle of the living space, sheepishly awaiting orders, but to my surprise, Aven smiled. A friendly, un-mocking smile. Not her usual frown of concentration when we had one of these sessions.

"You need to live a little Eleazar. Its not going to hurt to meet some people." She pulled out a pair of black, stretchy, flare pants, considering them half consciously. "I'm going to a rave party, and you're coming with me."

My eyes widened to the size of saucers. ME?! AT A PARTY?! I started to refuse, but I noted that-

1. Aven was doing her best to be friendly. I didn't want to discourage her and risk going back to fighting.

2. Aven would make me go anyway.

3. It wouldn't hurt to meet some people. I was getting offally lonely, and maybe a friend wouldn't hurt.

I acquiesced, and Aven squealed with joy (a sound I never want to hear again). Quickly dressing me in a red, almost see through shirt with flare sleeves, the black flare pants, and some red heeled sandals. This, I protested to, until she brought some red platform sandals to my liking. She looked me over, giving me the smile of approval, until she spied my wrist.

"That has to go." She said, her voice full of an almost fearful authority as she pointed to my plain red wrist bracelet.

I stared down at the tiny trinket with sadness. It was given to me by my boyfriend Shadow of Alucard when we weren't allowed to see each other. It wasn't until I saw him three months later that I found out it declared my virginity. Still, I never took it off. I felt almost naked without it.

Aven could see my distress and assured me that the bracelet would make me 'fresh meat' to the many drunk and horny boys there. With much reluctance, I relinquished the token, which she tossed somewhere.

"Ok! And we're off!" Grabbing my hand again, she pulled me out the house and into the night.

---

The party was... Strange, at least to me. I watched the many people in the house party, people watching being one of my hobbies. The dancing, drinking, kissing mob was frightening. I didn't know who to trust. Who wouldn't laugh at my lack of knowledge concerning modern terminology? Who wasn't drunk enough to try and drag me off? I stood against the wall, nervously rubbing my arm, and biting my lip. I'm sure I looked ready to cry, the perfect 'easy' target. Still, I couldn't bring myself to move. I missed SoA, and I was scared.

Then I caught a new face in the crowd, his tall visage giving me an excited, girly feeling inside. It was PICCOLO! My friend and confidant. I ran to him, his annoyed face contorting into a scowl.

"Piccolo! I'm so glad you're here!" I hugged him, feeling my nervousness vanish.

"Hey kid." He put his arm around me and smiled, but something about it seemed a little forced, then devious. At last it turned to a genuine smile, and I let the odd moment pass from my consciousness.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, looking a little confused.

"Oh. Aven brought me." We both watched as said Succubus followed a stranger up the stairs, her drunken giggle being the last evidence of her presence.

"Well, she's not taking care of her companion very well is she?" His annoyed expression returned.

"Well, Succubus' have needs I guess."

He snorted, then gave me that same mischievous/genuine smile. "Wanna get something to drink?"

I stood, thinking of the optional liquors, not anxious to try any. As if reading my mind (which wasn't unlikely) he held up two packets of tea.

"Green Tea. I brought my own."

I smiled. "You know me all to well Piccolo."

"Yes indeed."

We walked to the kitchen, where Piccolo scared the drunken teens and various others out, and started a brew. After twenty minutes a casual conversation, the tea was ready. I blew the surface gently, watching vapors as I thought of how much I appreciated Piccolo. He had been my friend for ages, listening to me cry, or dealing with my random glomps. He always looked a little annoyed with me and life in general, but today- He was being much friendlier. Perhaps because he felt just as uncomfortable as I did in this strange environment.

But as we talked, I could feel drowsiness coming over me. Where from? Did the nights events drain me more than I thought? I know tea makes me little drowsy, but this was to strong and to fast. Piccolo seemed slightly concerned as my head bobbed 'round, but made no motion to help me. With one last blurred look into his blank face, I blacked out.

---

When I awoke I was in an empty, dark room. My mind, almost instantly was in an unusual state of "over awareness" and I bolted up. I had been thrown over the side of a bed, my legs dangling over the edge.

The dark room looked almost haunting in the darkness, its blue walls looking a dark pale. Every detail of this room gave no indication of weather it belonged to a boy or girl. Various nick knacks were carefully placed on the dressers to make the truly bland room seem homey. Probably a guest room, I though.

In front of me was a large man, his visage eclipsed by the moonlight streaming through the closed window behind him. The moon was unusually bright this night, but I could still see (or rather feel) the cruel smile on the man's face, as his visage continued to pull down his pants.

"What are you doing?" Of course I already knew, but it was the first thought I could voice.

"Taking you."

That voice. That, rumbling deep baritone... I would know it anywhere. Piccolo. My already battle tensed body shook with emotion. Piccolo. My friend Piccolo. My- former, friend Piccolo, was taking advantage of me. The Green Tea he gave me must have had a Roofie in it. He knew I'd drink it, knew I trusted him.... This betrayal was to much. But shock and pain quickly turned to anger. As Piccolo, my would-be rapist sauntered towards me, I blocked the heartache, forgot my tears, and used my anger to fuel my fury. Once again my over awareness returned to me and I systematically took out my rapist. Or at least, delayed him.

The door was to far. Piccolo would be up in a minute of two and would halt that escape. My only other option was the window. Without a thought I jumped, breaking the second story window and landing with ease in a crouch in the side yard. It occurred to me (only as a passing thought) as I ran at my optimum speed that this mechanic state must result from training long forgotten, but I didn't get to far. My attacker had caught up with me.

He pushed me against a wall, his demonic smile evident now. Desperately I kicked and struggled, but we were to far from the house for any caring soul to hear, and his steel grip was cutting off the circulation to my wrists.

He brought his face to my skin and, biting the crook of my neck he fed, much like a vampire. His sickening delight could be heard in quite moans.

It suddenly occurred to me as he painfully extracted my blood, that his body was suddenly cold. Like an aura of frost. The blood in my wrist began to freeze as he held me.

But just as quickly as he had started, Piccolo stopped. I could see him licking the remainder of blood on his lips with pleasure. I continued to struggle, but I could feel myself weaken with every kick. I was losing consciousness again. At last, my fear resurfaced, for just a minute before I blacked out once more.

---

Piccolo let the now limp body fall to the floor. Faye looked so defeated, so helpless crumpled like that. It turned him on.

He had only been a vampire for a month or two now, and had developed his own system pretty well. He could slip into the latest rave parties, con some girl into 'sleeping' with him and feeding on her as a type of 'sex game.' Most of the dumb blondes got off on it, and he was satisfied. But this- this was a blessing from the gods.

Faye had been in his way for years. Clinging to him like a young version of Gohan (just unredeemably annoying) and speaking of love and happiness. He had endured her because, unlike his many fan girls, she had never been interested in his body, or the idea of having a "bad boy." She had liked him for him, and he had been polite to her for that. But since he was embraced by the vampire Morrigan, his evil intentions had re-awakened with his blood lust, canceling out and 'inhibitions' like love and kindness. But Vampires lusted for more than blood.

Piccolo's physical need was becoming to much. He didn't realize that he would have this problem, especially since he was genderless, but recently he had developed a liking for females, and the liking has grown into an unslakable lust. And seeing Faye there, innocent and pure as always, he was filled with disgust and need. Need to take the perfect body -the countenance of purity- and stain it.

He pulled down his pants once more, staring at his lack of manhood. He had been unsure of how to release this wonderful desire to thrust inside her, but was pretty sure now he could. He pulled out an extension and strapped it to him. His attachable dildo was long and think, just as Piccolo envisioned his own equipment would be, had he possessed any. And, pulling down the stretchable pants and undies, revealed Faye's opening.

Forcefully he plunged into her, ripping her hymen and causing Faye to cry out in pain. She did not wake up however, his feeding had drained her terribly and her weak body was incapable of rejuvenating itself.

Piccolo continued to thrust, his body's force shoving the dildo so far it started to poke at Faye's womb. The over sized dildo tore her passage to unfathomable degrees, causing blood to cascade as Faye's body cried out in pain, rocking harshly with Piccolo's violent thrusts.

Piccolo smiled. Yes, this was what he wanted. The movement, the thrusting, her cries of pain. It was exciting him to a point he had never experienced before.

Faye's body climaxed, unable to sustain the friction in its nether region. At last Piccolo stopped, feeling a sense of completion. He had brought her there. Not the boyfriend she loved so much, not the exiled demon who cared for her. Him. Dickless, Namekian, Piccolo.

He pulled the attachment out slowly, watching Faye's body convulse with delight. He had stolen her first rights, taken her first time and made sex not a gift of pleasure- but a tool for pain and fear.

He wandered if she would tell of her molestation. Would she cry, as she told how she was so easily duped? Would she be able to look that boy of hers in the face afterward? Would Aven even care? Even she knew that those who entered a Rave party a virgin did not -could not- come out the same way. Bringing her there had made her fair game, no one could dispute that. But none of that mattered anyway. There was nothing that could be done for her now. He had gotten his pleasure, his sick revenge on the girl that had plague his life for so many years.

Un-strapping himself, he got up and stared once more at the younger girl at his feet. Covered in her own blood, her essence still dripping from her, the body of Faye still convulsing with pain.

That's where you should be. He thought, his sexual superiority still evident. At my feet.

With that, he pulled up his pants and walked away.

---

I woke up with a start. I could still see it- The unclear face, the steel grip, feel the cold radiating off him before he plunged and bit me. The dream had been so real. I felt like crying. The aura had felt different, but I was sure the dark figure was Piccolo. I felt violated and betrayed, despite the fact that it was a dream. I reached for Foamy -the bunny doll SoA had given me- when a staggering pain made me stop. It didn't take long to realize the pain was between my legs.

I curled into a ball, unable to believe it. I hurt so much, I was afraid to pull the sheets away for fear of blood.

It can't be real. It can't be real. It can't be real. It can't be real. I chanted in my head, unable to make myself believe it. At last I pulled my covers away, and sighed with relief when the sheets were clean. The pain didn't subside however, as I forced myself up and began to dress. I reached for my shirt when I noticed my wrist. The bracelet was missing. I shook again with fear, I distinctly remembered having it on before I fell asleep last night. I searched my room, tearing it apart as I frantically scanned for the small trinket. I never found it. I felt like crying all over again.

A/N: More or less, this is an actual dream I had. The rape scene is from a dream SoA had, considering I really blacked out at the end of my dream. But the morning after is 100 accurate. SoA I had a similar dream too, but much after this one. Its probably why it sticks out in my mind so much. I usually get raped in my nightmares, or I see an explicit yaio of some kind, but that's another story.

Oh, and Piccolo's a vampire because I had to explain why he was so cold and bit me. I'm not sure if he really was a vampire, but he did have that aura about him in my dream.