An/ ok thanks sarah, since u were the only one that reviewed…sigh…anyways Aiden was glad you liked it and were blessing the world with our second chapter. I hope you enjoy it and review it please!
Suffocating
(Chapter 1)
"I mean, what use did we have for them anyways right? It's not like anyone who doesn't like music should even deserve to live. This world is already disgusting, it doesn't need their help. They chose their fate; we're just letting them enjoy it more. I hope that when they go to he-"
"Shut up! Every time you feel guilty you always start running you mouth like an idiot! Enough, Yutaka!" screamed Aiden. Aiden was the lead vocalist and guitar and he didn't even talk this much. He didn't need his stupid remarks just this moment. The concert would start in less than 45 minutes. It wasn't that he was nervous, he had played many concerts before, but there was something about the eyes of the people when he killed them that disturbed him. What was it….?
Ugh. It was unnecessary to be this way. Besides, Yutaka was right, humans with no love for music don't deserve to live. Do they? Well, I mean it was just an opinion but the love that he had for music was so strong, it made him think everyone else had it too. Enough.
Aiden checked himself for dirt or blood for he would not be able to change once he got to the concert; he would barely make it in time to only be scolded lightly. His black jeans and dark red shirt were fine. There were only a couple of smudges on his flawless, white skin. He quickly cleaned them off with his finger and turned to inspect the rest of the band members: Takumi, as always, stood tall and so sure of himself. That could get irritating at times but it served to show confidence when letting a lie slip, although he barely ever lied. He had orange red hair and, like everyone else, a tall, slender body. He was the guitar player. He carried a dark red guitar with black ink blots on it. He was more of the actor in the group, for music videos and such.
Yutaka was biting his lip and talking and talking and talking….whatever. That was a nervous habit of his to get rid of any guilt or insecurity he might have. He had light brown hair and a face like a mouse, only very attractive. The truth was everyone in the band was attractive. What he meant by mouse was small eyes and ears. He carried a drumstick in each hand, for he was the drummer.
The last member of the group, and the only girl, was Hitomi. She was much smaller than everyone else but not too short, just a slight bit. She had a fragile body and skin whiter that anyone else's. She had black and white hair that came up to her back. Hitomi in Japanese means pupil and he could see why they named her that way. Her eyes were a dark violet mixed with dark reds and blues. It was like looking into an ocean of blood and violets. They could look as sweet as bloody ice cream or as cold as the temperature this particular night. She was the bass player.
Aiden didn't at all mind the cold and neither did any of the band members. Why bother? Their blood is already freezing. Tasting their blood would be like tasting ice cold metal. The problem is, if you ever met them, it would be they that would taste your warm blood. For you see, the reason that they killed people, were beautiful and flawless, ate blood, and were over all perfect, was because Break to the Skin was a band made up of vampires.
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Atsushi looked at himself in the mirror. He had a black shirt which featured white lips stitched closed with green thread and the words "Break to the Skin" in an ink blot below it. It was the cover of his favorite band's new CD- Suffocating. He had faded blue jeans on to accompany his shirt and hair. He had dark brown hair with blue streaks in it. His skin was a warm brown color and matched the converse he had on. He checked his watch- 9:45. He had 15 minutes before the concert began. He grabbed his ticket for tonight's concert, his car keys, and he was gone.
His car was hard to recognize this time of night. It was a mixture of dark grey and black but he finally found it. He got in and let the car warm up. Mean time, he turned up the radio a bit and sang along to one of Break to the Skin's songs:
Push me under
Let me drown
Sinking in blood
I'm falling down
You call my name
With your sick words
But you let me drown
You let me fall down
And now I can't breathe
Suffocating
Under your bloody words
Falling
Under your sinking pride
9:50. Time to go. The car sped down Gison road so fast that it could have run over 5 people without even noticing. In less than 5 minutes, it had already arrived at its destination. The Kyuutesuki Concert Hall loomed over the small car. Atsushi got out and again checked the time. 9:59. He went to the door were there still remained some desiring fans that did not have tickets but still longed to go in. They were almost like zombies that fed off of music. Music was like an addiction, he could see it in their eyes. Music, to him at least, was like a drug. He couldn't live without it. His ticket was taken up and he entered the music hall.
It was a dark corridor that led to the room that housed the stage and seats. It was lighted by a few chandeliers on the way. The grey wallpaper just made it all the gloomier. He could already hear small vibrations from the concert which had already started. He quickened his pace. He had already come here many times before but never in such a hurry.
Boom, Boom, Boom, the vibrations were growing louder. Atsushi ran now for his favorite song was on. He turned corners, not really caring what the signs read, just wanting to get to the concert. He ran until he finally slowed down and panic made him pay attention. This wasn't the concert hall. This was no where near.
He wasn't even in what you could call a hall at all. It was a dirty, putrid room. The floor was made up of ceramic tiles that were covered in ink blots. Wait, it was…..blood. He stared at the fingernail trails that ripped the black wallpaper on the walls. The room held four racks full of clothes and a large dresser full of make up products and brushes. There was also a dark red couch were there lingered fuzzy black pillows. He retraced his steps and found the sign right before the door: Break to the Skin. This was the band's room!
He glanced once again at the blood on the floor and the rips on the walls and decided they were decorations. What a chance! He went over to the dresser and looked at all the bottles: alcohol, stain remover, Clorox, air freshener…..? He came to the end and noticed something sticking out of a drawer. He curiously opened it and found various crumpled papers inside with books and other things. He unfolded and smoothed the papers and looked at the pictures. They were of….a forest? It seemed like dead bodies hung from the trees. There were scribble marks over words on all the pages. The second picture was of a person's veins and neck drawn in great detail with all the internal organs. There were two puncture wounds on each part which indicated something but again, the words were marked up. The last picture presented a boy in a cage. The boy seemed frail and small with sad eyes. He clung to the cage bars and he was screaming. Tears ran down his face. His jaws were open so wide that the skin was starting to rip. He let that go.
He reached inside for the books and looked at the titles: Vampires: Myth and Reality, Human Anatomy, and Blood: Look Inside. He flipped quickly through the pages and noticed so many strange pictures of fangs, blood, veins, etc. He was starting to get really scared. His breath was getting quicker and he dropped the books from the nervous trembling.
He built up the courage and took the last remaining items. When he reached his hand inside, he quickly drew it back for something had cut him. A slight bit of blood was dripping down his finger. He looked inside, a blade. He took it out and noticed its odd shape. It has a heart with zig zag lines running down the middle to make it look like a broken heart. You could open the heart and place your finger inside and you might as well be forgetting about your finger. There was also a small hole on one of the heart's arches that was lined with blood. He dropped it. What the…..?
The last thing in the drawer was a gun. It was silver and black and had wings engraved on it. It also had the initials A. B. drawn in. He opened it and could see there were 5 bullets in place. Scary. He was starting to gather all the items when he felt a cold hand running down his cheek. "Hello, I see you're a fan." He turned around, barely breathing, and there was Hitomi squatting down behind him. The rest of the band was standing behind her with angry expressions on their faces.
"What are you doing here?" asked Aiden, stepping the slightest bit closer.
"I…..g...got...lo…l...lost." he responded, his voice now trembling.
"That doesn't give you the right to go looking at other people's stuff now, does it?"
"I'm sorry, I just thought…."
"No, you weren't thinking were you!?" Yutaka screamed in his face. Atsushi slid away and tears started forming in his eyes. Yutaka's eyes were glaring at him now, ready to destroy him.
"Calm down Yutaka, can't you see he's a fan?" Aiden interrupted. Yutaka slowly slid away but his eyes never left Atsushi.
"Well, I say we should treat him better than that, right Hitomi?" asked Takumi.
"Of course, come, have a seat." She took him by the hand and let him drop into the couch. The gun was still in his hand.
"So, tell me, what exactly were you doing when we came in?" Hitomi asked him.
"I just happened to be…uh…noticing the d…decora…tion of the roo…m."
"Stop lying! We're being extremely nice to you. Tell the truth or I'll make you say it, fool." Yutaka once again screamed.
"The papers….and gun…in the dresser."
"Mhm, what about them?" Yutaka asked, calmer now for Takumi had his hand on his shoulder.
"I was just curious; I'm really s...sor...sorry."
"That's like saying sorry after taking someone's eyes out." The whole room was silent. No one had anything to say except Yutaka who held it in. Then Aiden spoke softly, "Come, and have a talk with me, Atsushi." Atsushi got up softly and walked into the hall were the door closed softly behind him. He sighed; glad to be out of the room.
"You seem like a very nice person. Very loyal to the band. That's why I will take care of you myself and not let Yutaka kill you. I'll have much more mercy."
"Wh…what? Please, don't ki...kill me." Aiden pursed his lips.
"I have to. You see, what you just saw and have in your rotting brain is deadly. Thousands of 'people' would kill you mercilessly to get it from you. Do not ask me why; just be content I am the one to do it for you. By the way, my name is Aiden Blood." He didn't let him speak anymore. With one quick swipe of his finger, he slit Atsushi's throat. Just as the blood ran down his neck and the world faded to blacks and grays, he remembered he had never mentioned his name to Aiden.
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Ok, now my friend Aiden, is a girl and her last name is not blood, and just so you know ppls, the dude Aiden blood is kickass! Hes f-in awesome and more cool than me and my Aiden combined. Anyways I hope u all loved the story and please thank me for posting it and Aiden for writing it!
Eli-