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I Sit on Fences	By : SweetChildDeath Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-I Sit on Fences
- 2-Chapter 2
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I Sit on Fences
Chapter 2
Notes: Hurray for cameo appearences! Buahaha. I had to do it. XD
20 points for each that are guessed correctly! :D
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"It calls your name...And you listen.."
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Darren sighed.
The flickering yellow and blue lights of the bar cast garish, neon reflections off the small silver ring he held betwixt two pale fingers.
Sarah.
That night seemed so long ago. Longer than the two-hundred and seventeen years that had passed. Darren had long since made his escape from his maker, a cruel, arrogant vampire who'd made Darren his slave for nearly fifteen years. Darren shuddered at the thought of those torturously long nights spent trying to appease Bastien, then shook his head. He would think of it no longer.
Darren slipped the tarnished silver band back in it's place on his pinky finger and took one last look at it before turning to take in his surroundings. The place reeked of blood and alcohol. Rough men were crowded up by the bar front, while a few others loitered about playing pool, with mugs of beer in hand. In a remote corner, the tell-tale sounds of sex mingled with the twangy, crude music that played over the speakers. Somewhere off to Darren's right a woman laughed, the shrill noise almost instantly swallowed by the rising swell of chatter.
He really didn't know why he had come to this particular place. Perhaps it was because Darren knew it would be easy find prey here. Even now there were a few mortals hanging about that would make easy targets. Places like this were crawling with such people. But it could wait a while lr, tr, the thirst was there but it wasn't relentlessly gnawing upon him.
The beer Darren had ordered lay skillfully untouched, the amber liquid appearing to be a multitude of different colours under the glow of neon lighTherThere was a slight shift in atmosphere just then, and the thick, crude music that had been playing ground to a halt. Darren was vaguely aware of hearing a greeting of sorts mumbled out over the sound system, as something lighter was introduced to the smoke-filled airwaves.
It was only gradually that his ears became attuned to the new sound of guitar strings floating gracefully above the cacophony of the bar. Interested, Darren glanced up to look for the source. After a moment his keen, blue eyes finally settled upon a lone figure perched atop a stool on the rat-trap of a stage.
Bathed in the garish, multicoloured glow sat a slender, fair-haired creature. His willowy arms lay curled protectively about the body of a polished, acoustic guitar. Long, slender fingers skimmed languidly across the shining strings, coaxing forth the melody that flittered out over the speakers and into the room. One of the musician's brows lay creased slightly in the posture of concentration and was hidden partially by a few unruly, blonde locks.
Gradually, the notes died away and the song ended. About the room came some scattered applause and the musician, still caught up in the spell straightened slightly. Lashes heavy with the lingering, invisible notes, he glanced around as if deep in a trance.

#9;D#9;Darren was struck by this beautiful man and found himself enraptu Upo Upon the stage the musician stirred, then after a moment slipped back under. Delicate notes borne of precise fingertips once again filled the air and despite the fact Darren could hear perfectly he found himself straining to catch more.
Abandoning his post at the bar, Darren moved closer to the shoddy little stage. A woman leered at him, and made an attempt to grab at his arm, but Darren skillfully danced around her and came to a halt near the raised partition that separated the floor from the feeble spotlighted section. The musician's skilled fingers slid with ease over the guitar's strings and Darren found himself fascinated. Soon he too was lulled into that same spell the musician had unwittingly woven.
Curious green eyes staring, questioning.
With a start, Darren rzed zed the man was looking at him. He was even more beautiful up close, despite the fact he wore the strangest of expressions upon his face. A mumbled word of thanks flitted out over the sound system, and the musician was shuffling to his feet. He gathered his instrument protectively to his chest, then ducking his head demurely left the worn stage and disappeared through a narrow door near the back of the stage. Of it's own volition, Darren's head ticked to the side and he stood watching the exit the guitarist had disappeared through as if he expected the man to return at any nt. nt.
"He was pretty good, huh..?" A feminine voice asked. It was the same woman who had tried to grab a hold of Darren's arm a few moments prior. She had sidled up beside him apparently with out his taking notice.
"Mmm." Darren replied, more to himself than to the woman.
"Wanna take a walk then?" The woman asked.
Turning, Darren looked at the woman. She was a young thing, with her face coated in layers upon layers of makeup. Heavy black lined both her bloodshot, mascara-caked eyes and her hair was made up into numerous, tiny blonde braids that hung down past her shoulders.Her clothes were fashioned with gothic flair, and she seemed the very parody of a French bebe doll. She wanted his money, that much Darren could tell. He was a well dressed young man after all, and he caught a glimmer of that very thought from her brain as he offered a vague reply.
"Sure." And he was being tugged along through the crowd toward the door by her trembling fingers. A gust of cool air swept by, and Darren was dimly aware of being pushed back against a rough brick wall after stepping out into an alleyway.
"How do you want it, ?" S?" She breathed into his ear, trying her best to come across as provocative. Darren passively stared at her, feeling her fingers grope blindly at his clothing. There was little light that permeated the darkness around them, and Darren knew the woman could barely make his face out in the shadow. Raising his hand to her lips, Darren motioned for her to stop and she did, glancing up at him expectantly.
"Five Hundred," She whispered suddenly, then feverishly added, "Take it or leave it. I'm not cheap."
Darren nodded absently as he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. In turn, she wrapped hers around his neck and her smallish body began wriggling against his in hopes of illiciting a reaction. Swooping down, Darren pressed his lips to the woman's neck and kissed the flesh there gently. In his arms the woman let out a small whimper, her body suddenly stiffening as he clamped down upon her pulse with his teeth.Within the course of a few moments, the blood that had been pumping with the woman's body was now pumping through Darren's.
She was dead and releasing a shuddering sigh, Darren let the body tumble from his arms and into the dirty snow covering the alley's paved floor.
Falling back against the wall, Darren shivered as he delighted in the pleasant, tingling warmth the woman's blood gave him. He remained leaning against the wall for a good moment longer, then pushing firmly on the bricks with the palms of his hands, Darren righted himself and stood gazing down at the corpse. Lifting the body carefully, he carried it over to the far end of the alley and arranged it neatly behind a dumpster.
"No one will miss her," He spoke softly to himself as he smoothed a bit of his own blood over the puncture wounds in her neck. The marks vanished almost instantly, and sighing Darren rose to his feet. The body would be frozen solid by morning, and to those who found her it would be a simple case of another homeless junkie who'd died out in the cold. Darren felt sorry for the poor thing, but he didn't allow himself to linger on the thought. Turning around he glanced toward the mouth of the alley.
"Now, " He said, as he composed himself. "Time to go." And made his way toward the flickering yellow lights ahead, but as he turned the corner he suddenly jolted to a halt just in time to save himself from colliding into an unsuspecting mortal. The man had been walking with his head bent, but upon sensing the presence of another glanced up startled by the sudden intrusion.
But Darren was almost as equally bewildered, and with a start he found himself gazing into the same green eyes as the musician at the bar.
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