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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
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Chapter Eight – To Begin a
New Life

Michael moaned quietly as he woke. He was sore from the previous night’s lovemaking, but in a good way. His back no longer throbbed with pain as it usually did, and he sat up, arching his back and flexing his shoulders. Beside him, Skye mumbled in his sleep and curled up into a fetal position under the blankets, his red hair still in disarray. A coppery, metallic tang lingered on his taste buds.
Blood. That was what it tasted like. Michael rubbed the grit out of his eyes and shoved off his side of the covers. He left his red-haired lover’s side, padding across the cool marble tiles into a small bathroom. Inside, he turned, noting he was sticky inside, and relieved himself of the mess. When Michael stood to run water for his hands, however, he froze in place as he looked into his own eyes for the first time. Once a pale, blotchy pink color, Michael’s skin was now purely snow white. His eyes had become angular like Skye’s, as had his cheeks. His canine teeth were elongated, and his nose had filled out a little to match his face. Turning his head to the side, he was pleased to find that the slight amount of fat at his jaw line had vanished.
He ran his pale hands over his new body, finding no trace of softness to it. There was not fat to be seen or felt, and his abs were now rock hard. He had the body of a dancer, slender yet toned, and defined in all the right places. Michael smirked. Skye would be happy the next time he lay with his red-haired lover. He took the glass that sat by the sink, filled it with water, and swished it around idly, before spitting to remove the blood taste from his mouth, then he washed his hands thoroughly, a habit that was old, but at least not dangerous to his health.

“Mmmm…” Skye sighed as Michael came back into the bedroom and lay beside his love. “Good morning Michael. Did you sleep well?” His voice was thick with sleep, but Michael understood, and he nodded.
“Yes, I did…” Michael said, a smile gracing his features. Skye seemed to sense his happiness, and opened his eyes slowly. When his eyes adjusted to the light, Skye gasped.
“Oh Michael, you’re so beautiful…” Skye clambered up into a seated position in Michael’s lap, and kissed him soundly. “You were always beautiful before now, but this time… oh hell… You’re absolutely gorgeous!” Michael blushed faintly crimson, and then batted his eyelashes, involuntarily letting out a giggle at the compliment.
There came a rap at the door, and the two lovers dove under the covers as Helios walked in. The elder Vampire looked at Skye, chuckled, and rolled his eyes, and then looked at Michael, his jaw dropping as he took in the beautiful Vampire laying beside Skye. It seemed like it would be an eternity of staring, but then a hand came out of nowhere and cuffed Helios sharply up the side of his head. A head of blonde curls peeked into the room, and then Merridy let out a squeak and averted her eyes, blushing madly at their state of undress.
“Two of your children were worried about you, Michael.” She hastily explained, as Helios stood rubbing his head to ease the pain. “We couldn’t convince them to stay with their mother, and not to come here, so they are waiting in the main lobby. Please hurry, some of the other Vamps are getting antsy with bloodlust and we can’t have mortals in the palace. I followed Helios, because it seems this dolt doesn’t know how to get to the point.” With that, Merridy, curls flying behind her head, scampered out of the room.
“I’ll be out in a heartbeat.” Michael said. He hurriedly jumped out of bed and dashed across the room, collecting his clothes from the previous night and hopping awkwardly on one foot, as he dressed. As soon as he was finished, he ran out of the room and down the hall, with Helios following close behind. Then, his robes awhirl, he skidded to a halt in front of his kids, who stared at him.

“Daddy,” Paris started to say, but her voice faltered as he stared up at him, at his snow-white skin and his new, angular features. She cowered in fear, backing off. “You’re not my daddy, are you…?”
Prince stood beside his sister, his dark eyes wide with fright. His hand clutched at his sister’s for reassurance, and Paris gave it a squeeze. Together, the two children backed slowly away.
“Prince! Paris! Stop that! I’m not going to hurt you.” Michael spoke as he knelt down to their level, and immediately they saw the one familiar feature that marked their father. Dark eyes that sucked people into their hypnotizing, almost black, depths. Immediately they tackled their father, hugging him tight. His voice, too, was comforting, because there were few other voices that could match up to it.
“You have to leave right now.” Michael said to them both. “These people are not human.” The kids stared in shock.
“You really want to get rid of us, daddy?” Paris asked, her eyes filling up with tears, and Michael sighed in exasperation, but Prince had other ideas.
“Whaddaya mean, not human? They all look fine to me. They may be pale and white and weird-looking, but they look fine.” The boy was staring his father down. At that moment, Skye came in the room, fully dressed in his outfit from last night’s mating ritual. He stared down at the kids, and for the first time they saw just what Michael had been talking about. Skye’s eyes were a deep blood red, his fingernails clawed, and his teeth fanged.
“Prince, I am Skye Silverstar, the king of the Silver Star Clan of Vampires. We are the elites of the Vampire world. Helios, Cerus, and Alexander are all Vampires too. In fact, everyone you see in this palace is a Vampire, including your father, as of last night. I transformed him myself, you know. Now that I have taken a mate, my status has changed. My powers have grown… and unfortunately, it doesn’t mean you have a chance against my power. Now… are you going to be rude to us, or are you going to be polite to us?” Skye folded his arms impatiently and stared down at the kids.
“Wait, Skye.” Michael commanded. “Does this mean that I am royalty now? Does this mean my name changed?”
“Indeed it does, Mr. Jackson… Or should I say Silverstar. You take on my last name because you were a mortal, and I have chosen you for a mate. Had you already been a Vampire, It would probably have been my name changing as well, to either Jackstar or Silverson, or whatever else sounded good. You get it now?” Skye explained calmly.
“Yes, I get it,” Michael replied calmly, but then it dawned on him. “Wait… my children, and my family…” His brown eyes filled with tears of sorrow. “Oh gods… What have I done? I can’t take care of the kids anymore, because in my bloodlust state, I might attack and kill them for food.” He shivered. “I… I should have put more thought into it.” At this, Skye groaned.
“Oh for Lucifer’s sake…” Skye said, “Your recognition of family and friends will prevent you from killing them. How do you think I laid with you that first night and didn’t bite you? I could have easily sunk my teeth in and changed you, but I did not because I could not. We bave preventative magic running through our veins… see, watch?” He rushed at Paris, and it seemed as if he was going to strike her, but then he collided with an invisible wall and fell flat on his ass. Groaning, he sat up, and Paris giggled at him as he rubbed his head.
“So if I go after them…” Michael changed to his hunting form, and went after Prince. “I won’t be able to… Ouch, damn it!” He had run into a wall and had fallen flat on his back. Meanwhile, the kids stared at him, eyes wide in shock, then burst into laughter.
“Daddy swore! I’m telling mom!” Paris said.
“You aren’t supposed to say that word, daddy.” Prince added.
The kids turned and put their hands on their hips with a disapproving look on their faces, and it was too much. Both Vampires looked at each other, raised their eyebrows, and then burst into a fit of giggles, crawling over and collapsing on each other as they laughed hard enough to make bloody tears fall from their eyes.
“Um, Mister Skye? Daddy?” Paris started, her dark eyes worried. Prince, still standing at her side, turned and ran in fright.

Later that night, Michael saw his children out of the palace, insisting that they should go live with their mother. This time, the kids readily accepted his offer, knowing that they would be in grave danger if they remained. Only after promising them that he would visit, did the children leave without protest. Helios and Cerus, clad in the dark hooded robes used for travel, scooped up the children and carried them off across the ocean to their mother’s home. Behind the running Vampires, the setting sun sank beneath the waters, giving it an ethereal, golden glow. Neither of them spoke, as Helios and Cerus raced away, their robed figures vanishing in the distance.
Just then, Michael and Skye saw something floating in the water, something that was not moving but seemed entirely out of place. Michael looked at Skye, who nodded, and then walked down to the shoreline, and froze in shock. It was a Vampire. Pale like moonlight and soaked to the bone in the icy water. He was not dressed for the weather, and his body was malnourished. Skin hung loosely off of bones, as the Vampire took in a ragged breath. If this Vampire did not feed soon, he would die.

Skye came up beside him, and together they worked at pulling the newcomer, who was obviously male, out of the ocean. Seaweed clung to what looked like an Egyptian kilt, and rusted golden bangles adorned his pale wrists. He was breathing very raggedly, coughing at times, and seemed to be incoherent, so as soon as Michael had him out of the water, he dashed away to hunt for some food. Soon, he came upon a thief, who was attacking a woman, and he swept the outraged man off of his feet to carry him back to the shore, where Skye was still waiting with the man.
“Come, O child of the night, open your eyes… The heavens made a sacrifice for you.” Vampire royalty used this phrase to calm the sick, to reassure them that they would be better if they ate. Instantly, the malnourished Vampire opened his eyes and latched onto the mortal, sucking the lifeblood out as if it were the clearest of spring waters. As the blood flowed like wine, their visitor seemed to gain strength, and the bones became much less prominent. Once all the blood was gone, the Vampire collapsed into unconsciousness, exhaustion having overtaken his soul. Skye frowned. This was no way for a Vampire to live.

“Wh-where am I?” The thin Vampire coughed weakly into his hand. Now that he was in the light of the palace, Michael could see that the stranger had deep brown eyes to rival his own in their dark beauty, and inky blue-black hair that fell about his shoulders. The newcomer sat up slowly, taking in the guest room he was sitting in, his eyes soaking in the pine furniture and the pale green bedspread, with vines of white and silver embroidered around its edges. He had a long, straight nose, finely arched eyebrows, and a lower lip that was slightly fuller than his upper lip. His color was just as white as the other Vampires, but he had an odd blue tint to his lips. He was wearing a pale green sleeping robe, as Skye and Michael had stripped him of his clothing.
“Firstly, who are you, and what is your business here?” Michael asked gently, startling the newcomer with his sudden question.
“My name is Yamato Ishaku.” The man quickly replied, his voice a rasp hardly more than a whisper. “I have come in search of the Vampire named Helios Ishkari.” Evidently, Helios had been bitten as a mortal, but Yamato had waited until he was a full-fledged Vampire before performing the mating ritual. Michael frowned, however, because Helios had lied about his name.
A gasp came from the doorway. Helios, tall and imposing, stood there, clad in new robes of pure white that had a high collar and wide sleeves. Immediately Yamato’s eyes widened in recognition as Helios hurried across the room. Michael stood, moved out of the way, and Helios sank into the pine chair he had just been sitting in.
“Helios,” was all Yamato said before the younger Vampire drew him into a tight embrace, years of love and loneliness pouring out of him in waves. Bloody tears from both of their eyes fell onto their robes, soiling them with crimson stains, but neither cared. It seemed at first that the two of them would want to be alone. He turned away from the two, and as a result he did not see Helios’ arm tense up.
CRACK! A sharp flesh-on-flesh contact sent an echoing wave of sound across the room. Michael turned, seeing Yamato rub his hand against his cheek, dark chocolate eyes wide with fear.
“You fucking BASTARD!” Helios roared, and Michael flinched in slight sympathy for Yamato. “How could you do that to me? How DARE you tell me that you were a nightwalker! How DARE you!!!” Helios’s eyes were still filled with tears, but now they were blood crimson with rage, and his claws and fangs had extended. “You ruined my immortal existence with your lies! You told me you loved me and then you vanished, and you told me that I would never be able to see the sun again! Five thousand years I waited for you in the darkness! For five thousand years, you were all that I thought of! You make me sick! If you weren’t already a Vampire, I’d transform you five thousand times over for what you put me through!”
Yamato flinched as Cerus, golden-brown hair in disarray, came dashing into the room, amber-colored robes swirling around him. It was plainly evident that Cerus had sensed Helios’ distress, for immediately he ran over and embraced the elder, who accepted the contact gratefully, his slender form shaking like a leaf. His eyes changed back to green, but there was no change in the intensity of the glare.
“No more, Yamato. I wash my hands of you and your lies. Cerus is a Vampire who has treated me better in a week than you have treated me in five thousand years. Our eternity together is over. Go find some other fucked up little Egyptian boy to play your games with…. My days as an Ishkari are over. I reclaim my rightful name.” He turned to Cerus then, and the much younger male nuzzled into the crook of his neck, making a purring sound in his throat to soothe his older lover.
Then, just like that, Helios and Cerus left the room, leaving Michael alone with the dark Vampire, but it wasn’t long before a long, keening, drawn out moan shattered the silence. Wordlessly, Michael got up, leaving Yamato to his own devices, and closed the door behind him. A door stood slightly ajar, and Michael peeked in curiously, his lusty side getting the better of him for once in his life. The sight that met his eyes was like nothing he had ever seen before.

Helios and Cerus stood in the corner of a bedroom with amber-colored upholstery and bedspread, and oak wood giving support to the furniture’s soft curving shapes. The couple’s lips were locked as their tongues dueled expertly, the younger opening his mouth to allow Helios to dominate him completely. Cerus seemed to be well used to Helios’ touch, and appeared to be enjoying himself greatly as the elder’s hands roamed over his firm, young body. Helios, for the first time ever, seemed his true age, his long, slender fingers bony and sharp in the light of the room. Those hands, though aged, were talented, and they sought out new places to touch and tease, driving Cerus wild with need.
“Please, Helios…” Cerus whined, rubbing up against his love’s hips. His young body was itching for sensation, whereas Helios had his lust reined in by age, his experience holding him back and trying to make the pleasure last longer.
“Shh… calm yourself, my starlight,” Helios purred, his voice low and seductive. “We have all the time in the world.” He reached around and massaged Cerus’ rear gently through the satin of his robes, and Michael watched on as Cerus mirrored the actions Helios was performing. Then, Helios slid his hands up and around, deftly pushing aside Cerus’ outer robe to run his fingers across the black satin beneath the amber. Cerus untied his sash, and the amber garment fell neatly to the floor in shimmering waves. When the robes fell away, Cerus was left wearing his black form-fitted inner robes, and little else. Helios’ green eyes darkened with lust.
“How may I serve you?” Cerus asked, teasingly.
“Hmm…” Long fingers found Cerus’ nipples and tweaked them through the fabric, and they hardened to little nubs. Helios traced his fingers along Cerus’ ribs. “You’re such a naughty one…” Helios kissed him, a light touch on each eyelid, as his hands deftly pulled Cerus so their hips were aligned. The friction was too much for Cerus, and he let out a keening moan that shattered the peace of the hallway.
“Please, love!” Cerus moaned. “Do whatever you want!”
“Very well then, but first… Helios snapped his fingers, and raised his arms. His white robes undid themselves of their own accord, and slipped over his head to fold neatly on the chair in the room.
“Touch me.” Helios said. “Show me what you have learned so far…” Obediently, Cerus bent down and went to work. Unlike Cerus, Helios did not wear the short, form-fitted inner robes, but rather wore white satin pants tied at the waist with a sash. Cerus ignored them, however, and instead latched onto Helios’ nipple with his mouth. Helios purred at the contact as Cerus nipped, and licked, and nipped at one, and then the other little silver nub before trailing little nibbles down towards a trail of black hair leading into Helios’ pants. Cerus’ slick tongue dipped into Helios’ navel a few times, crudely mimicking what would shortly be happening to one of them.
“Oh yes… Cerus, you’re so good…” Helios moaned. Cerus grinned, and bit sharply into Helios’ hipbone, as the elder’s knees started to buckle a little. Cerus, kneeling at Helios’ knees, gave Helios a gentle turn, shuffling forwards on his knees and guiding Helios to the bed. He then sank his teeth into the other hip; one of Helios’ sensitive spots, and the elder fell backwards onto the bed. Instinctively, Cerus moved to sit atop his love, still clad in the short black robes and a pair of amber pants.
Cerus wriggled out of the black material, tossing it to land with his other robes, and straddled Helios’ lap, feeling that his love was slowly, but steadily coming to life. He answered this with his own firmness, groaning as the friction sent fire shooting through him. Then, at long last, Helios’ right hand slid between Cerus’ skin and the satin of his clothes, as Helios’ slender fingers wrapped around his manhood and stroked. It was what Cerus wanted, but he knew that Helios would want him to mirror the actions, so he slid his fingers under the waistband of Helios’ clothes and grasped the now almost rigid flesh in his own right hand.

Michael could not believe he was watching this. It was wrong on so many levels, and yet there he was, staring at Helios and Cerus and feeling like he would die if he looked away even for an instant. The smell coming off of Cerus and Helios was rich and spicy, like musk and cinnamon, and only added to the pleasure of watching them.

Helios did not frighten Cerus in the slightest. Instead of being scared, Cerus lowered his gaze to his hand and focused his efforts on his task. After a few tentative strokes, Cerus squeezed gently, and the flesh jumped in his hand, becoming completely rigid. Wordlessly, he raised his head and gazed into the older one’s emerald eyes. Helios’ breathing slowed then, and the elder gave Cerus a quick nod of permission. Cerus, feeling Helios’ hand still on him, pushed it away deftly and scooted between the elder’s legs, which spread eagerly to give him room to work with.
With Helios still in his hand, Cerus used his free hand to untie the sash and push the pants lower around Helios’ hips. Helios, smiling then as if he knew what Cerus was about to do, released Cerus’ erection, lay back on the bed, and waited. Swiftly, as their unseen audience watched on, Cerus revealed his secret talent, one only Helios knew of, and swallowed the entire length in his mouth. The sudden action caused Helios to hiss and buck his hips, arching his back like a wild and untamed creature. Cerus just smirked around his mouthful. Tonight would be a long night.

“My gods…” Michael moaned quietly, so that no one would hear him. “Those two are so undeniably hot…” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the spectacle in the bedroom, and what was more, he was starting to be aroused by it. He hoped to god that the other two in the room wouldn’t be able to smell it.

Helios froze suddenly. His nostrils flared as he caught a scent of arousal that was not coming from Cerus. Helios stilled the golden brown head bobbing in his lap, and pulled the younger up so he could smell it too. The scent was rich and earthy, like a freshly fallen rain, and so unlike his own musk, and Cerus’ spice. It was coming from just outside their door, which Helios now noticed had a dark eye visible through the gap. The smell was not the citrus of Yamato, so that only left one other person. It had to be Michael. Seeing that Michael was watching seemed to fuel his arousal further, so Helios motioned for Cerus to continue, his green eyes not leaving Michael’s brown one even as Cerus shifted positions to begin his work again.

Michael froze. Oh dearest gods… was Helios able to see him? Already, his cheeks were flushing in embarrassment at being caught. Just like that, he dashed down the hallway, his arousal all but forgotten in his hurry to get away from that room.

Helios smirked as the eye in the doorway vanished, a diabolical expression he used when he was satisfied with the results of something. Smiling, he turned his gaze to his lover, and gently lifted Cerus off of him. Cerus knew what would be coming up. The last few times they had been together, Cerus had been too nervous for this aspect of their relationship, but now he was ready for it.
“Helios, love, go ahead.” Cerus said shyly, peering up at Helios with brilliant amber eyes. At that moment, time seemed to slow down as Helios’ expression changed to that of great joy.
“If you are sure…” At Cerus’ nod, Helios smiled. “…Then I have nothing to worry about now,” Helios said, a gentleness in his voice that Cerus had never heard before. He sat up then, and using his magic, he summoned a bottle of vanilla scented oil. Said bottle zoomed into his hand from across the room, and he opened the stopper on it. “Mixed this batch myself,” Helios explained to a wide-eyed Cerus. “This one has a spell to ease your muscles stirred into it… so you will not feel as much pain.” He paused to let it all sink in.
“I trust you, Helios.” Cerus smiled as he said it. Then, he laid down beside Helios, who sat up slowly with an audible popping of his back, and shifted to kneel before Cerus.
“First, let’s get these clothes off of you.” Helios said with a grin. Cerus obediently lifted his hips as Helios pulled off the amber garment; using magic once it was off to send it to rest by his white robes. Then, he pushed his own pants off of his skinny legs, and the white fabric obediently zipped over to join the matching robes. Cerus’ arousal was no longer hidden, and the rigid organ throbbed gently, standing up in the golden-brown curls surrounding it.
Helios ignored it, thoughtfully pouring the oil in his left palm to warm it, before coating the fingers of his right with the slippery stuff. Then, slowly, gently, he lifted Cerus’ legs to rest on either side of his own, and stroked the little pucker with one oil-coated finger. Cerus tensed then, as he placed just the very tip past the first ring of muscle.
“It feels so… weird…” Cerus admitted, “…but it’s not a bad weird. It’s just… oh there are no words for it.” He took deep calming breaths as Helios had taught him, as the elder pushed the entire length of his finger in, moving it in a circle before pulling it out slightly. He did this a few times, inserting, moving it around in a circle, and then stopping to pull it out, until finally Cerus started to enjoy the feeling and relax more. Then, a second finger was added, and then a third, and soon Cerus was groaning slightly.
“Wait until you feel…” Cerus’ eyes went wide and he moaned loudly, “…that.” Helios was smiling at his lover then.
“Oh fuck.” Cerus gasped. “What was that?”
“Ah, just a delightful little gland called the prostate.” Helios replied with a smirk.
“Well, don’t just stand there like an idiot… do that again!” Cerus shouted, impatient now. Helios did, and he moaned again. Then, after giving that one spot just a touch more attention; Helios pulled away his fingers to a whine of complaint.
“Oh, Helios…” Cerus gasped as he realized what was happening. Helios just smirked. He then oiled his manhood, which really was rather large at eight and a half inches, and entered Cerus with one smooth stroke. For the rest of the night, Cerus and Helios made love to each other, the joy in their hearts only matched by the pleasure of their intimate touches. It wasn’t long before Cerus cried out, and spilled himself on the bedspread, with Helios releasing his molten heat inside him at the same time.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom of one Skye Silverstar, Michael clung to his lover, with a flush staining his cheeks and with little breath left in his lungs. He refused to speak to Skye, who was completely concerned now by his lover’s strange behavior. Michael would never tell Skye what he had seen, and he was sure that Helios would never let him hear the end of this. What a way to begin his new life!
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