~Gomenasai! I apologize for the long halt in production But here is the long awaited chapter 15! I wrote it last night listening to heavy rock and darkwave techno music, and for the full effects you should listen to that stuff too while reading. :D RxR and lemme know if it was a bit much... I kind of got carried away... w ENJOY!~
Three days after the cemetery incident the six of them were back at the Coffin Club. Jagger had made some renovations to his underground apartment and it now had four bedrooms, one of which Raven has taken refuge in. No one blamed her; and no one dared disturb her. Mathias leaned back in a comfy crimson Victorian chair with carvings in the varnished wood so intricate it resembled chiseled marble. Valentine spent his time above ground pulling pranks on the staff of the Coffin Club, he was therefore nicknamed Helion. Jagger laid in one of the coffins in his spare room aggravated that Raven had taken his room over the three other rooms he had added. He spent almost all of the first day raising hell on the outside of his room, the door bolted shut. It was only after Luna scolded him while battering him with her hair products that he kicked the door and went into one of the spare rooms. Luna was the only one who seemed to not have been affected by the incident at the cemetery; she cooked and cleaned and seemed more like a chipper housewife than a nefarious teen vampire.
The atmosphere that Jagger was aiming for in his new coffin pad was supposed to be that of a bachelor's exotic Haven, where he could lead countless women down into his coffin cave and ravage them to his heart's content. But his five guests were seriously cramping his style, he thought with a twinge of anger. He opened one eye to see catch a glimpse of Trevor who has paced back and fourth in front of Raven's door for the past day and a half, his brows furrowed. Jagger let out a sneer of annoyance and turned over in his coffin.
Trevor raised his hand to knock on Raven's door and let his arm drop to his sides a thousand times. Each time Luna reminded him to let her come out on her own. What if she needs someone...? It was the only thing that ran through his head. Letting out a sigh he leaned his forehead against the cool wood of the door, resting his hand against it as if trying to reach out to her.
"Haven't you ever wanted to be alone?"
Trevor glanced to his right to see Luna staring at him, waiting for an answer.
"Well, haven't you?" She persisted.
"...Yeah... A couple of times."
"Then you know exactly how she feels right now." Luna took a couple of steps and stood next to Trevor facing the door. "Right now she's facing a whole new world of feelings we've never felt before. We wouldn't know where to start either if we were confronted with that situation head-on like she was. We have to be supportive, even if we're not there with her physically. I have to admit, she is brave. I couldn't even begin to imagine how my heart would survive if the man I loved threw me to the wolves."
Trevor looked at Luna and turned back to the door. In that moment it was just him and the door; a symbol of everything he didn't know about Raven. A metal door with countless locks and bolts. A sharp pain intruded his chest as he laid a hand on the door once more.
Luna sensed uncertainty rise within him. She mumbled something that Trevor couldn't understand and grabbed his arm leading him away from the door. "You need to have some time to yourself too." She scolded and pushed him towards the elevator at the end of the long hall.
"Hey! What are you doing?" He said trying to twist his arm out from her grip.
"Noooooothing. I just want to show you something." She beamed an exuberant smile towards him. "You won't regret it."
"I already do..." He mumbled.
"Oh, hush." She laughed.
They walked out of Jagger's underground pad and into the long hall towards the elevator.
"Where are you taking me?"
Luna ignored him. "The type of music that we're into doesn't just make you want to party; it helps you vent out frustration and..."
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
She opened the elevator door and pushed him inside, pressed the button and closed the door.
Trevor grasped the elevator door and tried to open it, "What the hell?"
"It also helps you think." She winked at him as the elevator began its ascent, "Go let out some steam. And who knows, maybe..." Her voice trailed off.
Luna disappeared behind a wall of concrete and Trevor cursed in a low breath. "That-that... Freak!" He couldn't bring himself to say anything else that would have been even more demeaning, so he settled for something that he was comfortable calling her. It's not like it offended them or anything, he thought. They were proud to be freaks, it was something they prized. So, in a way it was a compliment...
The elevator reached the club level and music pulsed through the walls and the ground, sending minute vibrations through his body. He stepped out of the elevator and reached the dance floor with a horde of other freaks thrashing their bodies as if their souls were ablaze with passion. It surprised him each and every time he saw the Coffin Club. This scene was just too new to him, it's not something you would see everyday in Dullsville so it took him by surprise every time. He walked through the crowd of dancers who were ignorant of his presence and made his way to the bar where a miraculous open stool called out to him. Romeo, the bartender, noticed him immediately.
"I didn't think I'd find you here without everyone else." Romeo called out to Trevor.
"Luna." Was all Trevor said and not surprisingly that was all Romeo needed for an answer and he laughed.
"That damn woman. I never know what she's going to do next." Romeo smirked and then passed a drink towards Trevor, "On the house." Trevor nodded in response, tilted his head back and gulped down the contents of the glass and coughed a frenzy.
"What the hell w-" Trevor choked out.
"Jagger's Special." Romeo chuckled. "Gotta ask him."
Trevor slammed down the glass. "How the hell could you not know...? You're the freaking bartender! Well... Whatever that hell that was... Give me another..."
Romeo raised an eyebrow in interest. "You've got guts."
Seven glasses of Jagger's whatever and two of Execution something-or-other later and the music started getting to him. Trevor had immersed himself into a conversation with Romeo, a red-headed version of Raven and a guy with a mohawk thirteen point five inches long; they measured it.
The red-head said something about admittance into the Coffin Club and the mohawk guy agreed with her, then Romeo said something about a war between a phoenix and a dagger? Something, something, something running the Coffin Club... Trevor didn't understand a word they were saying and his attention span was zoning in and out of everything around him. Mohawk said something about not being taken seriously and Trevor slammed his eighth glass on the bar.
"I know..." Trevor grumbled. "Is like whatever you do, whatever you say, nothin' gets through to anbody. All that madders is status, who's got more money, who's got the bedder car... To tell the truth I'm freakin' sick of it all... I... I would... Throw it all away... Jus for someone to understand... I really don't care any ov it... At all."
Red-head layed a hand on his shoulder, "No one judges here."
Mohawk slapped his other shoulder, "Dude! I didn't think you would be this awesome... Swear." He raised up the devil horns, "Metal's Honor."
Romeo leaned back and just smirked.
Trevor laid his head on the bar, it was refreshing to feel the coolness against his warm skin. He tried to drink down more, but his glass was empty. He stared at the bottom of the glass his throat burning, his head feeling light and fuzzy and everyone's faces began to distort a little. Trevor was seeing doubles and hearing whispers far below the music. It caressed him and called to him, slowly leading him to the dance floor. Red-head questioned Romeo where he was headed, and Romeo just shook his head, "He's finally found it." Red-head just looked even more puzzled. Mohawk just shrugged.
Trevor looked around and the dance floor seemed more and more appealing each time he saw it. The song became a fast-paced, darkwave techno song, his body was being lured to the middle of a sea of goths of all kinds losing themselves in this mass hysteria of forgotten passion and delerium. He'd started dancing with a teen goth-girl with blue streaks and a leather corset. She wrapped her arms around him and they swayed with the beat of the music. Somehow he'd changed partners and a new girl occupied his arms. Alarm rang in the back of his mind, but for once in his life, he ignored all common sense and logic to lose himself in a way he's never done before. Somewhere, somehow, the atmosphere he'd been feeling changed. With his eyes closed, enraptured in the spell he was under he tried to understand what was making this new feeling surface. Trevor's skin tingled, his heart felt electrified as every pulse seemed to be amplified in his ears, his movements became more languid as the girl in his arms seemed to have become someone else. Then a very new, yet very familiar scent wafted up into the air surrounding him, the bare skin he touched and caressed felt very warm and inviting in a very familiar way... He unwillingly opened his eyes to see Raven passionately swaying to the music in his arms as it took over her soul. Shock and some other feelings surfaced within him halting his movements. Raven opened her eyes to meet Trevor's and they stared at each other. Both seemed to have awaken from a trance of some sort. Raven leaned up on her tip-toes and whispered in his ear.
Lose yourself with me...
A jolt of electricity and adrenaline surged through his body, grasping Raven by her waist and hips he swayed her left and right, holding her body tightly to his, molding them to each other. Raven wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to lead her into that dark nothingness your mind travels to in that moment where life and music collide. But the place where Trevor was taking her was everything but dark, it was a kaleidoscope of colors and explosions of fireworks in a way that she had never felt before. She had hoped in the back of her mind as the music draped around them that Trevor could feel it too. Minutes slipped away and became hours as they helplessly became prey to the music that so greedily controlled them. Breathing heavily, Trevor called out her name in a low voice. Raven caught a very inviting scent; he'd been drinking. That scent wafted around her, engulfing her in a careless frenzy daring her to explore what she's never had the willingness to discover before this moment and her movements became more fluid pulling herself closer and closer to him. Trevor held her tightly as if their bodies have already became one. In a moment or pure forgotten bliss, Trevor leaned forward and grazed Raven's neck with his teeth, something he'd been wanting to do for years. She let out a small gasp through parted lips and tilted her head to the side. With heavy breathing he trailed his tongue along her neck and felt her shiver in his arms holding him more tightly then she had been before. His arms were carefully holding her as if she were a porcelain doll so fragile that she would crumble if not held with utmost care. Raven called out his name in his ear and sent chills down his spine. The line they were dangerously crossing seemed to have taken a life of its own as Trevor turned her around so her back was to him, molding her body to his once more he draped his arms around, her breathing in her ear and whispering her name. He grazed her neck again with his teeth and bit down, gently nibbling. With a small moan Raven reached behind her and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer to her.
"...More..."
Trevor traced his fingers down her side and back up again breathing into her ear. She shivered in his arms. He traced his fingers down her side again and slowly, carefully lifted up her shirt an inch, feeling her smooth skin. A gasp escaped her lips and she arched her back. Her small, helpless gasp echoed in Trevor's ears, in response he unwillingly dug his nails into her skin and bit his lip. Raven turned herself around and pushed herself into his arms, their lips melting into each others, a burning sensation rising within them, their bodies writhing in unrequited passion.
Raven now knew what it was she had been feeling for him all this time since that night he had saved her... And she was scared to death of what it really meant to be swept away...
"Don't they look great together?" Luna smiled. Luna, Jagger and Mathias were on the balcony overlooking the whole of the Coffin Club.
"Remind me, why the hell are we up here?" Jagger spat.
"I second that." Mathias said picking at his nails.
"They need some time to themselves now" Luna luaghed giddily.
"Was this all your doing, Luna?" Mathias raised an eyebrow at her.
"...Maybe..." She smiled.
Jagger made a mock gag expression. "You disgust me."
Luna just giggled. "What else could I use this ability for?"
In a crazy attempt to get to the elevator Trevor and Raven half stumbled and half tripped through the dance floor. Down the elevator and into Jagger's underground pad they made their way through the long hallway kissing and stumbling over boxes, not wanting to let each other go. In one of Jagger's spare rooms Trevor lead Raven inside and closed the door, leaning Raven against it trailing his hands up the side of her legs to her neck and kissed her deeply. Their tongues touched and time seemed to have fun slowing down and speeding up again. Her hands trailed down his chest and went underneath his shirt touching his skin, he squeezed his eyes shut, his skin burning where she touched him. Their breathing got heavy as he slowly undressed her, never taking his eyes away, adoring every inch of creamy skin he unveiled.
Raven reached for his shirt, brought it up over his head and felt his warm skin. She couldn't just take off his clothes, she had to touch him, had to feel his skin as she did it... He was like her drug... She couldn't get enough of him... He was so very dangerous, yet... He made her feel so alive... Everything he did, it was for her...
They lay in the coffin, Trevor squeezed his eyes shut trying to soothe her as she gasped breathlessly and dug her nails into his back as pain raptures through her body. With gentle care he held her, kissed her, breathed in her ear, whispered soft and loving words and her pain turned to pleasure... Deep, unbearable pleasure. Raven arched her back as Trevor rocked back and fourth, slowly, then faster. His movements were labored, breathing haggard, she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to rock with him, matching his pace. Losing themselves in a world unrelated to the place they found on the dance floor... Tossing and turning, breathing heavily, grasping each other tightly, nails digging into skin, lips trailing feathery kisses, teeth grazing the most sensitive areas of the body...
Could any sweet, pleasurable feeling build inside you for so long? Could it build in pressure and try to break free?Could it become so unbearably good? Could letting it overflow out of you hurt so much that it feels so good?
Warmth rising up... Can't control it... It's breaking free...
"Raven..."
"...Yes..."
"... I love you..."
