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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 Five – Publicity Sucked
A month after getting together with Skye, Michael found himself bombarded with fan mail asking questions about the attractive redhead that they saw with him. Michael laughed as he read one girl’s request for Skye’s address, and quickly wrote back that Skye was now living in his home, which was practically true. Skye had switched his place of residence to the attic of a nearby cathedral, just so that he could be near Michael, and came over every night after Michael’s kids were asleep for a quick chat, a kiss, a hug, and a place to sleep. His mode of travel was simply hopping from roof to roof, as his supernatural strength allowed him to leap from building to building with ease. It was not only the quickest path across the city, but it was also the easiest way for Skye to avoid being seen by the paparazzi, who always bombarded him with a million and one questions about Michael’s sex life. His usual response was to flip them a middle finger salute and dash into an alley in order to jump up onto a rooftop. Michael had actually laughed at it the first time, when they asked if Michael had shagged him yet, and Skye had simply flipped them the bird before he fled.
Said Vampire now rested lightly against Michael’s right side, gazing shyly up at him through thick eyelashes. Michael bent his head and gave Skye a loving kiss on the forehead, and snaked his right arm around the Vampire’s slender frame, causing Skye to lean his head lovingly at the crook of Michael’s neck and shoulder. Skye was one thousand-year-old antique that Michael would never be willing to lose, not even if it meant his own death. The Vampire prince had an endearing quality to him that no other person could possibly have. The blood red hair, the silver-blue eyes, the snowy white skin, and the silver lips, reminded Michael of a delicate porcelain doll. Skye, however, would personally kick Michael in the rear if he ever said that aloud by mistake. Over the last month, Skye had begun to show a fiery and protective nature around Michael, and he was always there the instant Michael was upset. Michael actually came to appreciate Skye’s protectiveness. It warded off the paparazzi whenever Skye was with him, and for once, the girls seemed to be too busy swooning over Skye to notice Michael and mob him. Michael yawned, as did Skye.
“Bed time?” Michael asked softly. Skye nodded his agreement and yawned. They rose as one and smiled at each other. Michael’s arm still around his shoulders, Skye led the way to the bedroom, where they shucked off their clothes and just crawled into bed, content with sleeping for now. Unfortunately, that was what the neighbors wanted them to do. Little did they know, that they were about to be caught in a massive legal mess.
“THE WACKO STRIKES AGAIN! JACKO HAS A TEENAGE LOVER,” was the first thing that greeted their eyes when the newspaper came in that morning. There, on the front page, was a full color picture of both of them sleeping in the same bed. Skye’s pale form lay snuggled up beside Michael’s, with his head rested against a rather splotchy and makeup-free Michael’s shoulder. Nonetheless, both Skye and Michael were clearly recognizable, and the photo was definitely not a fake. Skye cursed aloud, while Michael’s jaw dropped as he saw the paper.
“They spied on us… took a picture to the press… and made a commotion over it.” Michael groaned. “We were only sleeping!” Skye nodded, looking like he wanted to tear somebody’s throat out, his eyes going blood red and murderous. Michael knew that look. Skye would hunt down the people that did this to him, and kill them in a heartbeat. Since Skye’s genetics were inhuman, people would deny the fact that Skye could be a Vampire and would go hunting down some other unfortunate soul with pale blue eyes and red hair. With this freedom, Skye would be able to get away with killing off an entire nation’s worth of people and never be in trouble with the law. Recently, however, Michael had started rolling up his sleeve and donating blood on occasion… for Skye to drink. Skye loved the taste of Michael’s blood, and never ceased to pester Michael about the next time he would be eating it.
The doorbell rang, and Skye rushed to answer it, telling Michael to wait in the den, and not caring who was on the other side of the front door. When Skye opened the front door, he pretended to be confused, and scared, because half a dozen police officers stood there. They fell immediately for his confused act, and one of them ran forward and pulled him gently away from the house. To them, Skye was a very distraught young man, but Skye soon shattered that image as he glared at them. The officers went pale, and backed away.
“Is something the matter… officers?” Skye asked sweetly, smirking at them.
“We need to see Michael Jackson; he is under arrest for apparent sexual affairs with you. You’re a fine lad… certainly you are not here willingly, otherwise you would have left a long time ago.” The officer explained. Skye glared again, and his eyes narrowed into a predatory look. The officers flinched. Skye gave them a sinister smirk.
“Wrong… very wrong indeed. If it were not for my restraint I would give you many reasons to arrest me, rather than Michael… but now is not the time.” Skye paused, looking each officer in the eye. “You assume wrongfully that I am being forced into this. It is rather the opposite, my friends. I came here of my own free will and I chose to stand by Michael in this time of need. Yes, he is older than I am, and yes… he could be my father, but. Nothing is going to tear us apart. I love him for who he is, for all the wonderful things he has done, and for the way that his smile lights up the room whenever he does it… and... I am not alone. Certainly, many fans feel the same way about him. Because of Michael Jackson, I stand stronger than I ever had before, and I will fight for Michael’s right to love. I will fight against those who oppress him, even if it means the death of me.” Skye smiled to himself as he heard a soft noise from behind him. Michael must have followed Skye, heard his speech, and begun to cry.
“Very well then,” the officer replied, looking Skye up and down. “Your eyes speak of the truth, and we have nothing more to do than to extend our apologies to you…. Mister…?”
“Silverstar,” Skye replied. “My name is Skye Silverstar, and all that I ask is that people respect Michael and me.” He extended one of his hands, and shared a quick handshake with the officer. Their eyes met, and the officer stared into the feral silver-blue orbs that belonged to Skye. There was a strong sense of wisdom behind this young man, and his eyes reflected that clearly. This was not someone who liked to play games. The officer nodded his goodbye, tipped his hat, and was on his way. The officer’s squad followed him away like a pack of wolves.
“I don’t know how you did that… but thank you…. and thank you for the touching speech” Michael said with a watery smile, as Skye shut the door and turned to face him. He held out his arms in open invitation, a glance out the corner of his eyes telling him that the police were watching. Skye noticed them too, but it did not faze him one bit as he raced forth and allowed Michael to envelope him in strong, warm arms. With their audience still at the window, Skye gently cupped Michael’s chin and pulled the human in for a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue begging entry to Michael’s mouth. Michael responded instantly, though he was still getting used to these kisses from Skye. It was not a hurried kiss, as their tongues danced playfully with each other in and out of warm, moist heat. A chorus of wolf-whistles came from the window as the police officers observed, and Skye broke the kiss for a moment to grin, before dipping Michael low for yet another flamingly passionate kiss. Finally, they broke apart, breathless, and with flushed faces, but happy. After a few moments of heavy breathing, Skye broke the silence.
“I am calling my clan… you need better guards if the paparazzi and sneak in like that undetected.” Skye touched his hand to his forehead and relayed a message to the entire gang. “Besides… I’m sure your kids will appreciate Cerus’ cooking, and Helios’ nocturnal life will protect us from night time visitors.”
A week later, Helios, Alexander, Cerus, Sethra, and Daisuke arrived at the house, all but Cerus wearing black satin robes. Alexander immediately hugged Michael, and then began to exchange witty banter with the guards, who were highly amused with his antics. Helios came in, but closed the curtains to block out the sun before pulling down his hood and shaking Michael’s hand. He appeared weary, but he supposed that Helios was just ready for a good long nap. With a quick smile, Michael directed Helios to a guest room, smiling when Helios thanked him profusely and dashed away. In the meantime, Alexander was proudly demonstrating his Karate skills, judging by the four or five dozen men sprawled across the ground with dazed looks on their faces.
Sethra, the green-eyed redhead who had been ill with laryngitis the night he and Michael had met, greeted Michael in a soft, rich tenor that had a bell-like quality to it. The Vampire introduced himself properly this time, with a short bow that sent his now shoulder-length red spikes falling messily all over the place, and made his black robes sweep the floor dramatically. Standing at Sethra’s side, Daisuke greeted Michael with a smile and a nod of his head. The green-eyed, blonde-haired Vampire, now with hair falling to his mid-back, seemed to be preoccupied, and so Michael did not push him for a spoken hello.
Michael turned to Cerus, who smiled and kissed him on both cheeks before pulling him into a bear hug. Cerus was Michael’s favorite out of all of Skye’s friends, because of his superb culinary expertise and his sharp wit. His looks were not so bad either, and his golden-brown eyes seemed to glow with an inner light. Cerus gave Michael a box, and Michael opened it to find some more of the makeup that he used to fix his skin. He nodded in appreciation of the gift, as the makeup was very expensive, and smiled. Cerus merely smiled back, pushing a strand of his warm toffee-colored hair back behind one ear. His hair was as long as ever, shoulder-length and tied back in a spiky ponytail. Cerus stood out in the crowd of Vampires, wearing white satin robes rather than black.
Michael’s son, Prince Michael Jr., stepped into the room, and gawked at all of the pale strangers in the room. He had taken a liking to Skye, but now that he could see that there were more Vampires, he had no idea what to say. Prince wove through the Vampires, sidestepping to avoid their feet, and silently stood beside his father, who was now in a heated discussion about what and what not to make in the house for food. He rolled his dark eyes, as he heard his father launch into one of his famous anti-sugar rants.
“I’m telling you, Cerus, all that sugar will do is start rotting the teeth out of their mouths! I know it is a weird thing to believe, but I know that it is true. Anyone who has fillings would know what I mean.” He crossed his arms and glared lightly at Cerus, who just smiled, baring his fangs to the man.
“Back when I was human, I ate nothing but sugar.” Cerus grinned. “My teeth are just fine!” He smiled at the stunned look on Michael’s face as the human beheld his pearly white fangs. “All you have to do is make sure that they brush their teeth well, and the sugar should be no big deal at all. Besides, I mainly use honey in my baking, I do not use that processed sugar. It’s just not natural for sugar to be so… white!”
“Honey is still sugar!” Michael huffed, waving his arms in exasperation. Arguing was getting him nowhere.
“It is only natural sugar.” Cerus countered, laughing as Michael tried to glare at him.
“Sugar is sugar. I do not care what form it is in.” Michael was running low on comebacks.
“Ah… stop arguing Michael; you are not going to win.” Cerus said with a stern tone in his voice and a glare. “Besides, it’s a child’s right to at least have a birthday cake without artificial sweeteners in it. Lord knows that those are ten times worse than real sugar, what with all the chemicals in them.”
Michael’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he finally caved in. The mention of kids was always Michael’s weak point. He looked to Cerus, who had his hands on his hips and was tapping his foot while awaiting an answer, and wordlessly he nodded, much to his son’s surprise.
“Very well then,” said Michael. “From this point on, my children may eat one sugary treat per week.”
“Thank you.” A small hand tugged at Cerus’ robe, and Cerus looked at Michael’s son with a smile.
“No problem, kid, no problem.” Cerus replied with a smile.
That night, a red-haired and brown-eyed reporter snuck into the manor to take pictures of the robed strangers at Michael Jackson’s house. She had almost made it through to the door, when suddenly a raven-haired figure landed in front of her as smoothly as a cat, brandishing a sword. It was a beautiful sword, wrought out of a dark iron and polished smooth. The cross guards swept outwards, towards the tip, and downwards in graceful overlapping crescent moon shapes of pale silver, and the sword had silver hieroglyphs etched elegantly into the black double-edged surface of the blade, proclaiming death by Anubis’ name. Set in the center of where the two cross guards overlapped, a gleaming white circular opal shone. The handgrip of the sword was black leather. A sphere-shaped opal lay embedded in the end of the sword.
A graceful sweep of the sword bumped the camera out of the reporter’s grasp, and then the sword pulled away. She heard the distinctive ‘snick’ of the sword returning to its sheath, and then she found herself staring into the furious blood red gaze of Helios Ikari. He grabbed her arm loosely, and started guiding her away, forgetting the camera on the ground. Once he had escorted her to the gates, he carefully pushed her out, and told her and her fellow employees to stay way from the manor if they valued their life. She gulped, and ran for it, not believing what had just occurred. The boss would never believe this!
“JACKSON HAS NEW BODYGUARDS PLACED TO PROTECT HIS NEW LOVER,” declared the secondary headline the next day. Skye did not mind this news, but the front page bothered him. “IS SKYE BRAINWASHED OR WILLING?” He let out a loud stream of curses, not in English so that Michael would not give him hell for it, and allowed himself to slip into a state of bloodlust while walking out of the manor. There was hunting to do…
An hour of bleeding humans later, Skye laughed evilly as he left the press building. He had been careful not to get any of his DNA on the bodies, because be knew that that would allow the humans to track him down for murder. Once outside, he shifted into a higher gear, becoming a blur of black as he raced back towards the manor. Michael would never approve of the killings, but then, what he did not know would not hurt him. Five startled men, two shrieking kids, and one upset busload later, Skye returned to the manor, still cackling.
“WHOLE PRESS COMPANY ERASED FROM EXISTENCE,” was the headline that greeted them the next day. Michael sent his orange juice all over the place as he read the headlines, and his kids became terrified of leaving the manor for a few days, but Skye was calm and collected at the breakfast table for that whole week, not frightened in the least of the headlines. Skye knew who the killer was, and he was not telling anyone.
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