Alexa and Lestat (And Nicolas)
Another night, another show.
My name is Alexa, and for the longest time, I had the best job in the world. I worked at small venue on the south side of town that saw all kinds of acts come and go. I worked my ass off for the place and I did a little bit of everything. I started off just watching the door, making sure no one brought in anything dangerous or any liquor. Then I upgraded to keeping an eye during the show, making sure no one was trampled and that drunk girls weren't taken full advantage of while in the audience. But my favorite part was helping out with the tech side of the act. I handled the lights, both colored and the spot light. I helped create whatever sets the artists may or may not like and thankfully I was strong enough to be a stage hand and help place amplifiers and instruments to get the act ready to go.
Tonight was a lucky one, one where I was put fully in charge of getting things done and setting the lights. The act for the night was one that I wasn't really familiar with. The Vampire Lestat. Kind of a pretentious name, I thought to myself as I took one more look over at the venue schedule. I had my long wavy dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail as I read over the words one more time before testing the lights for the stage. I carefully switched over each set of lights, to make sure that everything looked right. However, when I switched over to the second to last set, the one that would shine down on the band right before their encore started, I noticed that one of the lights was out. Unfortunately, this was an important light that would give off the most atmosphere. With a huff, I made my way up to the catwalk to replace the light.
As I traversed up the very steep staircase up to the shaky and honestly unsafe catwalk I could hear a conversation below me. A small handful of people entered in, I could just barely catch glimpses of them through the grated flooring of the catwalk as I slowly eased closer to the lights.
"Yeah, you know, it was really cool. We had Nirvana here just a week ago and Alice in Chains the week before that. We're small, but we get the shows that the people wanna see", a familiar voice said. It was the guy that handled all of the marketing for the venue and usually was the one that actually signed on each act that came through. He took great pride in what he had accomplished with this small place and the walls of the dark venue held the signatures of all who had passed through: Kurt Cobain, Peter Steele, Trent Reznor and even James Hetfield. The oldest signature and the first that the building had received was back about ten years ago, when the place first started getting in rock bands and hung framed in the front of the venue. It was the place's pride in joy, inked in silvery writing: David Bowie.
"So is everything going to be ready for us tonight? I hope things aren't too difficult with such a small space that is being offered to us", a French tinged voice said.
"Oh it's nothing to worry over, I assure you. Alexa is taking care of everything, and she is the best stage member we have on staff. I'm sure she's bouncing around here somewhere"
Damn right I'm the best, I thought to myself. I took this job rather seriously even though I really only needed it to pay for my meals and books for college. I hovered over the broken light carefully as I reached over to undo bulb. Underneath my hands, far below I could see the marketing advisor on the floor, pacing around.
"Alexa, where are you? I need you to meet tonight's act!"
"I'm kinda busy", I answered, taking a peek down to see their faces immediately look up to me. I quickly noted the two gentlemen behind the advisor. One man with bright blond hair that spilled down past his shoulders and the other with black hair, tied back into a neat ponytail. From this distance, they looked like the typical acts that we got there. Another Axel Rose. Another Chris Cornell.
As much as I loved being able to hear the music live, I was far too focused on other aspects of my life to spend too much time ogling over the artists themselves. They were almost all the same anyways.
"Well, when you're done I'm gonna need you to come down here and introduce yourself to these two. We have to at least try to be a little professional from time to time, ya know?"
"Yeah, whatever. Butt munch', I said under my breathe as I popped in the new light before easing my way back down the catwalk. But as I crawled down the catwalk my hand brushed up against what I could only fathom would be exposed wiring that was on the grate and I could feel the metal slice open the palm of my hand. I quickly pulled my hand to my mouth to keep myself from bleeding all over the damn place. Now how was I supposed to be professional with blood all over myself?
I readied myself for the awkward moment that was presenting itself to me when I realized that my welcoming party was awaiting me at the foot of the catwalk stairs by the sound and light board. I held my hand against my black venue shirt, thanking it's dark color to hide the blood for as long as I needed it to be hidden.
"Alexa, this is Lestat and Nicolas. Nicolas travels with the band and works as a sort of agent for now and Lestat is obviously who you think he is", the advisor said as he introduced us.
"It's very nice to meet you two. It's not often that we get in bands with gimmicks anymore", I said, not sure what sort of conversation to offer whilst meeting these two. Now that I stood at the bottom of the stairs and on the same level as these two I could finally get a better look. The blond man, the one as pointed out by the advisor as being Lestat stood very tall and his hair looked even more brightly blond now that I was closer to him. He wore the black leather pants that were in rock fashion earlier this decade, though I had to admit that they suited him really well. His shirt was a fine black silk that made his complexion seem almost impossibly pale by contrast. Next to him was the man that had been pointed out as Nicolas. His black hair shined under the florescent lighting of the effects room and his skin was nearly just as pale as his companion's.
As I looked the two over I made eye contact with Lestat, which is something I really don't do that often. I have little to no interest in human contact most days, since they usually just make me feel nervous and on edge, and instead of immediately pulling away from his gaze, I felt caught in it. His eyes were a beautiful deep sapphire blue, like a fine gem that people would kill for. His smile was just as killer as he grinned at me and held out his hand to mine in greeting.
Without thinking, I held out my hand that had been cut just moments ago, the burning sensation of the cut long forgotten as I let him grasp my hand. He pulled my hand close to him, as though he were going to merely kiss my knuckles in an old fashioned greeting that made my cheeks flare up with crimson. But before whatever butterfly soft kiss could grace my hand, I felt him turn my hand over to inspect my palm.
"You should be more careful up there. It would be far too easy for such delicate skin to rip against the metal", Lestat said almost sternly as he looked at me with an almost curious look in his eyes.
"I'll be fine. Unless of course, the big bad vampire is going to drink my blood", I replied, moving to pull my hand away from him. I wasn't sure why I was being so snappy today, since it normally isn't like me to say such things. I'm normally much more reserved, much like Lestat's dark haired friend that studied me closely.
"Careful or he'll take that as an invitation", the dark haired man purred as he offered his hand to me as well. His voice was just as velvety and French tinged as Lestat's, and I couldn't keep myself from offering my wounded hand to this man as well, watching in slight awe as he pulled the palm of my hand to his lips, softly kissing the cut. I felt blood rush to my face as I nervously tugged my hand away from him after I felt a tongue ghost over the cut for just a second. Lestat seemed to take the gesture as a bit of a challenge and stepped closer to me. I wanted to take a step back but found that my feet wouldn't budge from their spot at the bottom of the stairs.
"And what if it is an invitation?", I questioned curiously, albeit a bit nervous.
My advisor watched as his newest client approached me and grasped my wounded hand. At first he merely inspected the cut more closely, as though he were a worried mother checking to make sure that I didn't have glass or splinters in my hand from falling down or something. Then, with his deep crystal blue eyes piercing into mine, he pulled my hand to his lips as well, though instead of covering the cut with this lips as I had expected of him, I watched as his tongue snaked along the cut in an erotic manner. His eyes seemed to be glowing as he focused on me as he tasted my blood. Admittedly, I could feel a heat growing below my tummy as I watched the act and felt his tongue rake across the slightly burning cut.
When it seemed that Lestat would actually place his lips down upon my hand, my advisor cleared his throat loudly to interrupt what must have been a very awkward moment for him. Lestat let my hand fall away from his, a large grin spread across his lips. I looked over at the advisor, my face flushed and my breathing a little erratic.
"I'm sorry, I need to take a break", I said as I stepped away from the trio in a hurry. I needed room to breathe after that little scene. I had expected tonight to be fun in the aspect of running a new show...not with having two very attractive males openly flirt with me in such an open way. I walked away from the sound and effects room and made my way across the venue floor and jumped the stage. I took a small moment to glance around the stage to make sure that things were still in their rightful place so that the show would still be able to go on without a hitch.
I stepped back stage and took a seat on one of the giant back up amplifiers off to the side to catch my breath. No one else was back here at the moment, it was in between the times to prepare for the show and for the show to actually begin, so most of the stage hands like me had already gone home for the night or were on a prolonged break to prepare for the actual show time. But I suddenly had the feeling that I wasn't actually alone back here. I could feel a presence backstage with me and I nervously peered around the dark area of behind the stage to see if I could spot anyone.
"You don't need to be so frightened. You know, the orange in your eyes grows brighter when you're excited...you can't hide that from me", a voice said from behind me.
I turned around to see Lestat standing not too far behind me, as though he had been sneaking up on me this whole time. I felt nervous and shy suddenly, unable to properly form words as I noticed another figure moving about in the darkness around us. Nicolas, the dark haired companion approached me as well, moving in front of me so that I was trapped between the two as I still sat on the amplifier. Two hands came to firmly grasp my shoulders as the Nicolas drew closer in front of me, his slender pale hand coming out to softly caress the side of my face as I desperately fought to keep my breathing calm.
"Ahh, such shyness now. But I warned you about giving us such an invitation", Nicolas said as his hand slid down my cheek to firmly grasp my chin, keeping my eyes on his. The two hands that held my shoulders began to move from their resting place as well, the fingertips tracing my collarbone down to my chest.
"Do you still think us to be just another gimmick, cherie?", Lestat asked, his lips hovering just above my ear. The whispers so close to me sent delightful shivers down my spine.
"...and what if I do? What are you going to do?", I asked nervously but I could feel my excitement growing as the two drew ever closer to me. The hands that descended upon my chest came to wrap themselves lightly around my breasts before giving them a teasingly light squeeze. I sighed softly at the tease and Nicolas finally closed in and placed his lips against mine softly. His lips felt strangely cold and yet soft. He started the kiss slow and soft, as though he were giving me the chance to pull away if I wasn't ready, but after a moment and no sign of recoil and the kiss grew more passionate. It seemed like Lestat was watching the two of us kiss, and as the kiss grew in intensity, he began to grope my breasts more roughly to entice me. I sighed against the dark haired man's lips as I felt Lestat's cool hands slip underneath the dark cotton material of my shirt and pull down the cups of my bra to touch the bare skin of my breasts. His fingers toyed with my nipples as Nicolas began to tease my lower lip with his tongue. I couldn't resist letting him past my lips and by this point as I moaning softly.
Nicolas pulled away just for a moment, as though Lestat had given him signal to do so, but just long enough for my shirt to be pulled over my head and my bra to be fully removed. Instead of those soft lips returning to mine, they descended upon my neck, laying soft kiss upon soft kiss on the skin found there. Lestat too had started to kiss me, his lips found their way to my shoulder on the opposite side that Nicolas was occupying, his cold hands still groping at my breasts as well. I was moaning from the kisses that quickly were turning more feverish at my neck and just when I thought I may feel a bite on my neck, the kisses began to drift lower. His lips kissed down my neck and along my collarbone, nipping softly in a few places down the way. I let out a louder moan when his lips reached my breasts, Lestat's hands quickly being replaced by Nicolas' own. I heard a soft moan from the dark haired man as he nipped and suckled before I felt him bite down on the sensitive skin there. I moaned loudly, leaning back into Lestat at the feeling. My eyes were closed when I felt him pull away from my breasts to speak to his companion.
"Ahh, Lestat. You must taste her", he purred before his lips once again latched onto my breast.
"All in due time, Nicki", Lestat answered softly. His hands returned to me, their coldness sliding down my sides slowly to my upper thighs. I could feel the taller man lean down a bit as his hands slid down to the middle of my thighs. I could feel their coldness even through my rough jeans as he parted my legs. Nicolas quickly shifted to be between my legs to keep them open as his tongue wrapped around my nipple. I expected and needed to feel Lestat's hand slide down to tease the throbbing flesh that lay hidden underneath my jeans, but instead his hand came to my chin, tilting my head to his direction.
"Open your eyes for me, Alexa", he whispered softly. I followed his command and stared up at him with my lust glazed eyes. His face looked incredibly sexy with that sly grin attached to it. His face held the gaze of someone very content with what they were seeing unfold. "I want you to look at my darling Nicki, Alexa", he said to me, his eyes drifting to the dark haired man kneeling before me. As my eyes drifted down to glance at the man, I could feel Lestat's other hand coming around my side to slip underneath my jeans. They glided past the rough denim material and even pushed past the thin soft cotton material that lay underneath and as my eyes finally closed in on Nicolas his cold fingers touched my hot flesh.
If I hadn't been in such a lust fueled state, perhaps I would have jumped back and completely recoiled from the two in fear, but instead all I could do was moan and watch as Nicolas pulled away from my breast with small droplets of blood along his lips. He had actually been drinking my blood this whole time! And damn them...it made me even more excited. But just as Lestat's fingers had found the center of my arousal, the two of them pulled away from me.
I looked around to see why they stopped what they were doing and I looked down to see that my shirt was once again on my torso as it was before. The two stood before me, Nicolas wiping a few drops of blood that had leaked down to his chin with a handkerchief.
"I'm sure that now you believe that we are more that just a gimmick, darling Alexa", Lestat said, with a smug grin. "And if you want more of this...then well...you'll have to beg us for more after the show!".