Vampire's or not Freddy seemed to get along nicely with the guys. They shared a common interest, fame, and were both very determined perfectionists. I sat back letting the guys do all the talking.
A few more people showed up latter in the night. A whole camera crew suddenly took their places and waited for the chatting to stop and the recording to start. The band obviously took their work very seriously and more than likely either hired the techies or somehow knew them as friends.
"Hey, we're just gunna warm up a little bit," the leader, Vincent, spoke. "You and you're dance partner should go get changed."
Yes, I haven't been introduced yet.
I took the hint and headed off into the back of the building. Freddy followed me with a but of a bounce in his step.
"Super stoked," he laughed passing me.
Whatever floats your boat dude, I thought.
Amazingly, this old abandoned warehouse had a smaller back room. It had a single mirror and a few lights. More than likely the band's dressing room before going on camera. I let Freddy change first since he beat me to it and seemed more enthused about it than I was.
I still speculated over whether the band was legit enough or not. No questions I had were answered when they spoke to my partner and they still haven't proved they were or weren't vampires.
Freddy emerged from the room with a large grin on his face. He was in the stereotypical mafia uniform; that striped suit with the black hat. Freddy even had his own toy machine gun. His hair was slicked back underneath the hat and, along with the toy gun, was given a fake cigar.
"Feel the part?" I asked as he looked at himself in the mirror again.
"I wish I had a fancy catch phrase but I don't know how they talked back then," he said basically answering yes.
I walked into the small room as Freddy strode to the dance floor. I saw my outfit and nearly fainted from fright. If it looks skimpy on the hanger, chances are it's skanky on you. I sighed and started putting it on knowing I'd regret this night.
Pin up girls were the ones that made it slightly more appropriate for women to show a little more skin. But my outfit was showing more than the dress I wore at the Performing Arts center. I wasn't comfortable showing off my skin, obviously, since I wore mostly sweaters and jeans.
I looked ay myself in the mirror aster I pulled it all on. My confidence sank even lower than before.
"Now I just look like a sophisticated hooker," I sad turning around.
I gasped at the sight. My skirt was far too short for comfort.
Starting from the top it was a halter which gave me great support for a fast dance like the Jive. My short dress was white with a heart shaped neckline reaching low enough to even distract my eye. It had blue ruffles around the hemline on my chest and small red poka-dots beneath that reaching down to my newly cinched waistline. I had a small corset that sat just above my hops giving me a better hourglass shape. Around that, was a big red bow that looked like it belonged in a Macy's catalog. The skirt was short, like I said before. The blue was also hemmed around the skirt making it more flirty I guess. If I bent over in the slightest bit it showed off my dark racy panties. Connected to the panties were the thick straps for pantyhose. The stockings themselves were black but totally sheer. The darkest part and also the top of them sat at my mid thigh a good few inches below the ending of my skirt. To top it off, I had ruby red pumps that matched the poka-sots on the top of this whole outfit.
I twirled around once seeing almost everything I had to offer underneath. The panties, the thick black straps, everything! My face flushed. This was going to be the most embarrassing night of my life. And quite possibly the last full night of my life.
Someone entered the room to do my hair and make-up. It was the first time a male vamped me up for my dance routine. It was a little awkward letting him in my personal space but I was glad when he finished.
He curled most of my hair letting it fall in large waves. The ends mainly curled under and I had a single wave run horizontally though my hair. My make-up was kept simple but he amped up my lips! My eyes were already big and blue but he seemed to tame them down a bit but just enhance them to make me look more innocent than normal.
I'm in a warehouse full of men wearing a very short skirt, I thought. I'm going to die of embarrassment before true death can take me!
I was committed now and there wasn't anywhere to run. I had to go through with this for Freddy; just so that when he's "famous" he'll stop abusing me. If I ran now, I'd get lost or raped in the woods; or both! Freddy had a car so it was best to stay with that good idea.
I walked out of the dressing room keeping my eyes low to the ground. I didn't wan to see their faces when they looked at me. Their curiosity and desire would make my nerves act up leaving me utterly worthless to Freddy; who was fully clothed by the way.
A girl with red lips and a short skirt will turn some heads, I thought standing beside Freddy on the dance floor.
I kept my hands clasped together already noticing how sweaty they were getting. I dug my nails into my skin fighting the nerves that were building up. They swelled inside me screaming at me to put on some damn pants! I wanted to obey the demons within me but I had to sit through this one single stupid night.
"We're gunna play the song once and then after that you guys can… uh… try some dance moves," Vincent said from across the building.
"I was just thinking of trying to remember our last Jive and see if it fits with the music," Freddy whispered in my ear.
He's rushing to fame, I thought glancing up at him. If he wants to drown in it… I won't stop him.
Two hands roughly took my waist and threw me into the air. I let out a slight yelp in fright but then remembered how our Jive started. I managed to land without twisting an ankle with my red pumps on. I threw on a sultry look on my face before I came back to Freddy ready for the second lift.
I braced against his chest as he lifted me up and over his head. I had to make a full flip before I landed and this time my landing wasn't the best. Instead of landing on the palm of the shoe I landed on the heel. It jerked to the side but my other foot landed perfectly.
I spun around on my good foot knowing Freddy went bent down beside me. I extended my leg still spinning and barely hitting Freddy's hat off. I came to a halt as Freddy rose and took his hand nearly running across the dance floor.
The great thing about the Jive was that there wasn't much contact with your partner. Whenever there as though, it usually meant a lift for me.
We held out or "jazz hands" and kicked in unison with large smiles on our faces. We twisted and slid passed each other only inches from hitting one another. I took his open hand and boogied down putting some weight on the newly bruised ankle. We came back up and back flipped away from each other.
Now was the time for the fancy footwork. When Freddy and I first debut this routine, our footwork was what got us in last place because it was so sloppy. I glanced over at Freddy and within the second, we both knew we had to rock this our or walk out now.
We both took one more spin before we kicked up our feet. Our knees bad to be rubber in this part. One leg didn't do all the work either as the other had to stay either stone on the ground or rubber moving in mid air. Our legs only lifted so far off the ground and I had to hit the ground with heel every once in a while or the judges would dock points for "improper height".
Freddy and I came back together for the final lift and the finale. I jumped into his arms with my legs frozen together. He caught me, thankfully, and whorled me around his torso. I closed my eyes tightly as Freddy first sent my legs around his back and then threw my head around following my feet. It was impossible to land back in his arms so my part was to put out my hands and cartwheel back onto my feet.
I opened my eyes seeing my feet on the ground and my head in it's proper place. I had no time to rejoice since our finale was up next. I darted towards Freddy hoping I would gain enough speed with stiletto's on. He reached out for me and I for him. I pushed off the ground and then curved back going underneath Freddy's open legs. This was the hard part, Freddy had to let go of me at the right moment but still have enough thrust to make himself flip forward.
I would hand with my legs slightly apart letting my heels be the friction to make me stop. I looked over seeing Freddy on his feet and I assumed we managed to finish our routine a few seconds before the song ended.
The room was silent. I shot my head down again checking to make sure my skirt was in it's proper place but to also dodge any unwanted looks.
"How do you guys do that?" asked the drummer.
"Did ya get that?" Vincent asked.
A camera man nodded.
"That was awesome!" Vincent shouted running over to us.
"You think that was cool? You should have seen us at the Performing Arts Center!" Freddy shouted sharing his excitement.
There was a pause, "You guys were there when the vampire's attacked?"
I slowly looked up. The drummer had a suspicious look on his face.
"Yeah, luckily nothing bad happened to us," Freddy answered a little cocky.
The drummer thought for a moment before he looked back up at Freddy. Something was a little off as I watched him approach my dance partner. Why should it matter if we were at the arts center?
"Were you there too?" I asked.
"Whoa, she talks," someone said in the room.
"I was…" the drummer answered glancing over at me.
He didn't look familiar by my stand point. But he did have a lot of make-up on or he was just naturally pale. But I didn't think most humans could get that… milky.
"What's your name?" he asked now facing me full on.
Should I tell him? What if it rang a bell; a bad one?
"Lacey," I answered. "And yours?"
"Lacey Jackson," he smiled fiendishly.
"How do you know her?" Freddy asked reaching out to pull me back to him.
"If she is Lacey…" the drummer tailed off turning to Freddy. "Then you must be the one from The Fellowship of the Sun."
Vampire, I thought taking a step back.
The drummer smiled slowly opening his mouth to take out his fangs. His band members stood back in shock. None of them ever took a moment to think a real vampire could join this band of fake vampire's without being noticed.
Freddy smirked.
"This is not the time," I said shaking my head.
"Luckily for you," Freddy said opening his jacket. "I come prepared."
I saw a silver stake emerge from his jacket. I looked back to the drummer seeing him only slightly worried. His smile was still on his lips and his eyes were now looking deep into Freddy's.
Get out, I thought breaking contact with the vampire and looking for the nearest exit.