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Skye, the Last Prince of the Vampires	By : SkyeSilverstar Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 2227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two: What are you, really?

“Skye,” Michael said, falling backwards onto his rear in shock, before continuing, “How on earth did you get here so fast when you live so far away?” He then realized that he was being an idiot, and he scrambled up onto his feet quickly. After ushering the pale, breathless young man inside, he closed the door and locked it to keep the paparazzi at bay. As happy as he was to see Skye, he was amazed at how quickly the response had been to his thoughts.
“I ran, of course.” Skye said with a grin. “I’m fast enough that I can run on water, though it took me a day or two to get here… I stopped on a few islands along the way to rest and to eat, however. I don’t think I like the Bermuda Triangle very much, though… some of those islands had cannibals living on them.” Michael shuddered as Skye said this. He couldn’t imagine wanting to eat another human being, but the crimson-haired man, who was now dressed in tight black jeans, a long-sleeved black mesh shirt under a navy blue tank top, and black running shoes, shrugged his shoulders and flicked his long bangs away from his eyes with a simple twist of his neck. Michael could not believe that Skye was so calm about a situation like that. Michael’s eyes strayed to Skye’s small, but graceful hands. The young man’s long and pointed nails were simply clear and colorless today, and he wore a plain silver ring on his left with a rather expensive-looking sapphire set into it.
Michael himself was wearing a blood red silk shirt and plain black trousers, though his feet were bare and he appeared very relaxed. A glance at Skye told him that the young man seemed to be admiring him, however, and that was always a good sign. Michael smiled a bit, and that only made Skye seem to admire him more closely, a slight smirk on his face. Michael beckoned Skye to follow him into the next room, and turned to lead the young man to their destination. There was nothing more than the quiet sounds of footfalls behind him as they walked down the hallway, until Skye suddenly wolf whistled at Michael. Confused, the raven-haired man spun on his heel to look at Skye, who was smirking.
“Hmmm… red is your color... especially that particular shade.” Skye said, and a smile crossed his handsome face, causing Michael’s cheeks to flush a bit. “You definitely ought to wear that color more often… yes?” There was a slight shuffling noise as Skye used his powers to run behind Michael, and then arms wrapped around the singer’s waist from behind. A pointy chin rested itself in the crook of Michael’s shoulder, and then suddenly, Skye said something that shocked Michael to the core. “You smell so good, you know… I could eat you right up.”
Michael was horrified as soon as those softly spoken words met his ears, and he shoved Skye off him, jumping away and turning around. Skye too looked horrified, and a slight shimmer of crimson that quickly changed to blue glowed in his eyes. The crimson-haired man then dashed from the hallway, ashamed of himself. He would have bitten Michael! He had almost ruined the man’s life for eternity. Then, the bloodlust kicked in. ‘ Please...not here… not now!’ Skye thought in horror, but his Vampiric senses had already propelled him towards the nearest security guard in the area. Skye closed his silver-blue eyes in order to avoid seeing what he knew would happen.

“Skye, what’s the matter?” Michael yelled, as he dashed out the door he had seen the crimson-haired man leave from, before stopping dead. There was a guard sprawled on the ground, his neck had puncture marks upon it, and there was blood splattered all over him. Skye was there, shaking like a leaf in the wind and looking even paler than usual, but there was no blood on him. There had been a very sick murderer in the area, though that was not Michael’s priority right now. Right now, Michael had a very distraught looking young man to take care of. Distraught apparently was an understatement, however, because the second Michael hugged Skye, he got a response that was completely unexpected. Instead of calming down, the young man began to sob uncontrollably.
“I am sorry, I am sorry, oh gods I am so sorry.” Skye sobbed, clutching Michael tightly. “It was me who did it… it was me… Michael, I am a Vampire!” The crimson-haired man flinched, prepared for a slap or a call for the police, but nothing like that actually happened. Michael released Skye, and looked into his eyes. Skye’s eyes were glowing strangely, the youth was crying bloody tears, and the raven-haired human stepped away for a moment, staring at Skye as if the young man had grown a second head.
“You… you are… what, exactly?” Michael asked, not believing that Skye was being honest, but Skye did not answer. Instead, he showed Michael what he meant, by baring his teeth. At first, Michael looked at them and thought that they were normal, but then Skye’s canines grew to a little more than three times their original length, and became sharp like snake fangs. His silver-blue eyes darkened to a frightening blood color, and he stood there like that so that Michael would get the idea. His fingernails also thickened, into what looked like claws.
“You see?” Skye asked sadly. “I am a Vampire… The supernatural speed is real… and none of this is a movie or a game… I just bit that poor man and he is now dead. He will never see his family or his friends again.” There was a pause as Skye sighed, before continuing. “I should go now… because I am still hungry for blood… still so terribly hungry… and I thought I could ignore it. Gods, I am such a fool. ” The Vampire turned to leave, but Michael called out to him.
“Wait… Stay here.” Michael said. Skye turned around slowly, in shock. His red eyes shifted back to their usual silver-blue, though his hands and his fangs remained shifted. “How hungry are you?” the singer asked cautiously. Skye thought for a moment, and then he explained that a half of a pint would quench his thirst for a good long time. At first, Michael seemed a bit nervous, but the he made an offer that no sane Vampire would think to refuse. “Then… bite me. Do not harm anyone else… it is my fault for inviting you here with my thoughts in the first place… so… my blood shall be your next meal regardless of the pain it will likely put me through.” Michael rolled up his left sleeve, and extended his forearm towards the Vampire. His heart was beating rapidly, and he was afraid, but he knew that if he died. Skye would regret it. Somewhere underneath the bloodlust, Skye did have a heart.
“If that’s really what you want… then I accept your offering of blood. I will not turn you into one of us, but I will feed off of you.” Skye said. His eyes shifted red again, and he waited for permission. At Michael’s nod, he swiftly, yet gently took the human’s arm in his hands. “This will sting like fury for a moment.” Skye said in warning, and Michael braced himself mentally and physically for the pain. There was an incredibly sharp needle-like sting as the tips of the Vampire’s fangs entered his wrist, but then there was pure bliss. He was surprised to find himself moaning as the Vampire drank his lifeblood. Never before had he experienced a feeling quite like this. Sparks of pleasure were radiating outwards from the punctures in his arm, and it made what should have been a painful bite turn into an orgasm in the form of a needle’s prick.
‘ Oh yes… I love your blood automatically… Arousal always makes the blood taste good. Never in my life have I tasted a sweeter nectar from a human being,’ A voice said, and Michael was confused, until he realized with a jolt of surprise that Skye was talking in his head, and that his lower body was angrily demanding attention and tenting the fabric of his pants. The Vampire withdrew his fangs then, and the feeling of emptiness and the lack of the pleasurable burn of the bite bothered Michael.
Skye turned his attention to Michael’s lower body, looked up at Michael, and then touched him right where the tip of his penis would be. Michael shouted loudly in shock, and pleasure, feeling like a randy teenager all over again. At this sign, Skye quickly undid the man’s fly and wrapped his right hand around the hardened shaft. After four or five strokes, Michael came into the Vampire’s hand, and blacked out, slumping against the Vampire. For a moment, Skye froze, the sticky essence of the singer on his hand, and the singer slumped against him. A moment passed, and then two and Skye brought the sticky hand up to his lips for a taste. ‘Damn,’ he thought with a chuckle. ‘I am too bloody good at this.’

“Oh man… did somebody get the license plate of that tour bus?” Michael groaned, two days later, when he finally gained consciousness. His eyes opened, and he was shocked to find himself in the room where he had been the first time Skye grabbed him. “How did I get here?” He asked loudly, and Skye came running into the room, with the rest of his clan. Every man and woman stood behind Skye in his or her black robes, but something was off about them. All of them now had blood red eyes, sharp fangs, and jagged claws. All of them were Vampires!
Alexander, who was closest, grinned at him. He looked quite scary with his silvery hair and red eyes, and Michael did not know what to think, until Tsunami approached him. Skye smiled as Tsunami walked over to the human, inspecting Michael’s wrist and spying the puncture marks. He closed his eyes and cast a healing spell, waving his hands over the wound, which cleaned itself with a tingle before closing completely. After this, the vast majority of the group, including Tsunami, left, though Skye remained.
“I’m sorry for touching you like that… but… a Vampire-bite induced erection does not resolve itself until the Vampire who is doing the biting has touched it at least once.” Skye said leaning close. “Oh… and… here are your clothes.” The Vampire added, handing Michael his clothing from two days previous. Michael’s boxers were on top of the pile, implying that Skye had seen all of Michael before Michael had even seen all of Skye. Michael’s cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson, as he caught himself wondering what Skye would look like if he were naked.
Skye apparently read Michael’s thoughts, for a second later Michael found himself staring at a very naked Vampire. Silvery nipples hardened in the chill of the room, and as his eyes traveled down the lithe but muscular form to a small line of fiery crimson hair on Skye’s lower abs. Skye folded his hands at his groin level out of modesty before allowing Michael to see his manhood that had previously been concealed there. There was no outward anatomical difference between a Vampire and a human’s most private area, so Michael thought little of it. A further glance downward told him that Skye’s legs were long and lean, and his toes were curling and uncurling in anxiety as the Vampire let Michael look.
“Now, we’re even.” Skye said. “It was I who undressed you and washed you off, and now you have seen me. I know that I look thin…” He paused and gestured at his thin body. “… but you will be surprised to find that I am at peak physical condition. I am actually stronger than any human could ever dare to believe.” With this, Skye decided to demonstrate, so he picked up the entire four-poster bed, Michael in it, with one arm. Michael gaped in shock as Skye held the bed up comfortably for several minutes, before using both arms and setting the massive bed down on the floor without making a sound.
“Um… okay then.” Michael said softly, and then he picked up his clothing, not bothering to cover himself before getting out of bed before putting his boxers on. Skye mirrored him, putting his own clothing back on. Michael realized then that the Vampire was wearing a silk shirt the color of the sky, and loose black trousers that were almost a size too big for him. His feet were still bare, and Michael winced because they looked almost bluish in the chill of the room. He too was cold, so Michael quickly got back under the covers, and after hesitating, he lifted the covers for Skye to join him. Skye did not hesitate, and the Vampire swiftly jumped into the crimson and black bedding to curl up by Michael’s side. It touched Michael’s heart that someone would be so eager, even with all the charges leveled against him in the past, to be near him. What really warmed him up inside, however, was that Skye immediately curled up against his side to listen to the beating of his heart.
“You know what, Michael?” Skye asked softly. He smiled as he leaned against the older man.
“What, Skye?” Michael asked absently, enjoying the feel of Skye’s warm weight against him. He smiled a little bit at the Vampire, hugging him close like a stuffed animal. Skye’s smile softened as Michael gazed into his eyes. Skye gazed back, and Michael saw that flecks of bright silver were appearing in them, like clouds in a sky of pure blue. His own brown eyes widened, and suddenly Michael found himself wishing to clutch Skye close, and just sob from the sheer beauty he was seeing. A tear trickled from the corner of one eye, but the wet trail it left on his skin abruptly vanished as Skye placed a feather-light kiss to wipe the tear away.
“I think I love you.” Skye said softly. Suddenly, a crimson drop appeared at the corner of his eye. As Michael watched, he realized that Skye was again crying tears of blood. They left thin strips of red on his snow-white skin, and Michael gently used his thumb to wipe them away, kissing tears that threatened to spill over Skye’s eyelids away as well. Skye, emboldened by Michael’s actions, spoke up once more. “It’s not just your blood…” Michael listened intently as the Vampire explained his feelings. “I really do love you. I have been alive and feeding on the blood of mortals all these years, but I have also been watching you grow up… become a man, a pop idol, and a wonderful person… I love you for that. Thank you, Michael, for just being you. You give an old Vampire like me a better outlook on life. I know I can never have you… but I thank you for being here, and for calling me to your home. Thank you… for giving me a reason not to harm you instead of caring for you.”
“You’re welcome…” Michael said softly, but then he raised a brow. The action ruined the little moment that they had shared. “Old? You do not look that old to me… I would say you were in your late teens to your early twenties.”
“Things are never what they seem, Michael… I am almost fifteen-hundred years old.” Skye said. His tears became an amused chuckle. “Late teens to early twenties, indeed… I was born in five-hundred and five AD. I only behave as a young man would, but really I am quite a bit older than I act.”
“You’re almost… fifteen-hundred years old?” Michael asked, astonished. “I must find out what you Vampires use for anti-aging cream... People would kill for that kind of product.” He traced Skye’s jawbone with his thumb, and smiled at the young looking, but impossibly old man. “You look really great for your age. You even make me look old.” Michael traced a few care lines that were on his face and hands. Skye laughed.
“I thank you kindly for the compliment, but there is no anti-aging product to it… Michael, it is set in our genetics when we stop aging as humans do. Some of us, like Taichi, stop aging at a very youthful age, and others do not stop aging until they are very old in mortal years. Unbelievably, Taichi is three thousand years old… but you would never know because he looks like a little kid. He still likes to play with people, though.” At this statement, Michael’s eyes widened in shock.
“So, who is the oldest living Vampire in your group at the moment?” Michael asked softly. If Taichi was three thousand years old, then that was saying something. He had thought for sure that Taichi would be just barely out of infancy, like a six or seven-year old. The news was almost too shocking to be true. Perhaps all of Skye’s friends were that old. It would do no good for Skye to have a human around, because anyone else would have died a long time ago, including Skye. Somehow, Michael found himself grateful for having these Vampires as friends. If they had been mortal, they would never have met Michael at all, and he would have missed Skye’s dazzling smile.
“The eldest Vampire in this group is Helios.” Skye said. “He is five thousand or more years old, and has seen the world through since the dawn of history. He at one point was associated with Egyptians, and they thought of him to be the embodiment of the Moon, as he is the only nightwalker of our group. Since he was so pale, he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst them and he only came out at night, vanishing by day. Helios moved around throughout the world, trading clothing styles for new ones as fashions evolved. He really is a resourceful person. I personally have never seen Helios in a moment where he is not on top of things. His alias changed many times, as well. I suppose it was because he moved so often from country to country, and has even been forced to change languages, though his true birth name is Helios.” Skye looked thoughtful for a moment. “He does not like to talk much, however, and much of his life is still a mystery to us.”
“Well… perhaps he just needs time, because he had something horrible happen to him in the past.” Michael said, and Skye nodded his agreement. “I know that there are things in my life that have affected me badly, but I would never wish to speak about them until I knew a person well enough.” He looked out the window of the room, at the blue sky, and found himself wondering if Helios would be able to accept his friendship, and also if his children were all right with their father’s sudden disappearance. A puffy white cloud moved, casting a ray of brilliant sunlight into the room, and Michael knew that somehow his children would be just fine, and so would his chances at a friendship with Helios.

Hours later, after the sun had set, Michael walked down a beautifully constructed stone passageway, and bumped into a black satin-clad Helios. Michael let out a soft cry as the tall and slender Vampire let out a raspy breath of air because of the impact, but was startled as Helios quickly recovered his footing and darted one hand out to steady Michael before he fell backwards. Vampire and human looked at each other, intelligent green meeting frightened brown, and then Helios glanced outside through one of the square windows cut into the wall. Seeing that the sun had indeed set, the nightwalker smiled in satisfaction and looked directly at Michael. His hand vanished from Michael’s shoulder at once.
“Come with me, if you wish.” Helios said with a warm smile, gesturing with his head towards the doorway in front of them. It was made of solid mahogany, and was very heavy looking, but Helios opened it with minimal effort. Something was a little bit off, however, and Michael stared at the Vampire worriedly. Helios’ breath was coming in ragged gasps, and he appeared to be making a great effort not to fall to his knees. He opted not to act worried, however, and wordlessly he followed the Vampire outside, wondering what was about to happen. They walked through a number of pine trees on a well-beaten path, until Helios extended a pale hand out to his side and blocked Michael’s path. “Look,” he rasped, and Michael’s eyes widened in amazement.
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