"P.S I bite: The Vampire Social Club"


He'll take your breath away, make your blood boil and blind you with his killer smile and seductive voice but this Dark assailant discovers that he has another purpose to live little does he know that more than two people can play this game of deceit.

For, if Death's Voice finds Death's wings, chaos will eat up their existence.

Light becomes Dark, Dark becomes Light.

There are no good sides to choose from.

It's all about opting for the lesser evil.

But, you are predestined. The keyholder shall become the lock and the lock, if broken, will unleash,

the unknown.



Special Note:THE STORY HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR THIS SEASON'S FICTION AND PROSE SUPERNATURAL STORIES AWARDS. (INCLUDING NOMINATIONS FOR BEST STORY THAT NEVER SEEMS TO END, FUNNIEST CHARACTERS AND MOST MEMORABLE CHARACTERS. Wish me luck!)

Also, This is the Beta-ed version of the Prologue :D

(Please excuse the lame-o title, it's a working progress… the tentative 2nd P.S Novel will have a better one.)

Author's Note: This an original story inspired by the songs and the Filipino Band, Chicosci. ALL other events, characters etc... leading to similarities of published works, licensed or unlicensed are purely coincidental.

This is NOT an Anne Rice fanfiction. The Rock Star factor is merely coincidental. As Anne Rice is one of my most respected authors, I would not do anything to jeopardize her name. I do NOT plagiarize :D

This story was a supposed entry for the 3rd Philippine Graphic Fiction Awards (by Neil Gaiman and FullyBooked) held last year. I couldn't submit the short version of the story on time so… here I am.

Note that Each chapter title corresponds and is inspired by a certain song. The rest is all pulled out of LadyWinchester's hyperactive magic hat which seems to be blurting out my imaginary world of the Supernatural.

Warning! This may seem a bit teen-ish at first but it gets a whole lotta serious as the story progresses. Bear with me and enter the world of Spike Ellis. (And no, I did NOT take his name from Buffy, everything will be explained.)

Hope you guys enjoy and R and R :D



Prologue.



The clock was ticking.

Our eyes succumbed to the shade of blood, which could only mean one thing; thirst.

Then again, we've already had our fair share of 'food' for the day. We were quenched, that was for sure.

Still, something triggered our yearning for more… something different…

A few more ticks and its midnight, I thought.

Just a few more minutes and it's show time.

I could see the anticipation on Twilight's face as he was warming up for his guitar solo. But hey, who could blame him? It's been what? A year since our debut and yet it's as if we've been performing for a decade? Figures. Or rather, how ironic for the likes of us.

But, what does midnight have to do with anything?

Nothing?

Or maybe,

Everything

The newest member of our coven broke our silence, "Can't wait to rock the house!" He shouted excitedly, ruffling his butterscotch hair and looking at us with his sparkling soft blue eyes, which made the others less tense.

I felt the same knowing that at least some good came from this cursed life; the ability to create music, my music, my life.

I just wonder what'll happen once they learn of Spike Ellis' real identity. Who would've thought that under the pale skin and smoky eyes lies…

Wait!

I shifted my cold gaze from my companions to our visitors.

Five unnatural people -composed of two females and 3 males- walked inside the dimly lit backstage studio used for rehearsals. I called them unnatural because of their striking translucent skin that seemed to shine like gold. They looked like Greek gods and goddesses clothed in modern day apparel. They were looking at us warily and yet it was as if they enjoyed our presence.

"Why are they here?" Vergil muttered.

I noticed that they all bore hypnotic clear-water eyes to match the glass pendants that hung from their which seemed to be filled up with what I could only a describe as a mixture of white mists and an ominous maelstrom playing around the vial. It was their very own tool for destruction and each of it contained a different power.

Pax drew closer to Vergil and seemed to have read his mind, "No doubt now..." His face etched an expression of seriousness. I believed he knew who they were.

Without saying anything back to Pax, Vergil took a few steps towards my direction and turned his back on our guests, "Looks like a battle don't you think?" he let out a fierce grin as he placed his hand on my shoulder. Tapping it once, he released his grip and headed to the curtain to peek at the crowd. I took one quick glimpse but my mind was elsewhere.

My eyes narrowed but it never left the sight of the crowd, Vergil was still at my side. We ignored the loud banging of voices calling for us, "You can feel their presence as well, can't you?" I asked. "They're the ones you warned us about. They're the ones you saw in your vision?"

He nodded.

I heard a slight chuckle from Gloria. "I had a feeling you'd say that. I can feel them too…" Vergil and I looked back and saw that our lone female companion gathered the others for a short meeting.

There was a brief moment of contemplation between my coven and I but still, other than the disturbing feeling of our foes there was something inside me that was trying to divert my attention.

It was only when I inhaled that I knew what it was.

Yes, thirst… It was all along that.

I denied it at first and instead concentrated on keeping my guard in tact. We were a bit outnumbered considering the fact that Vergil is our handicap. He was unlike us; he wouldn't stand much of a chance. We had to think of something fast if ever they were to strike. Even with our unique abilities, we could never anticipate the out come. Our foes might have something up their sleeve. That much, I was sure of.

"...Now the moment of truth, the band we've all been waiting for…"

The announcer interrupted our contemplation and for one last time before our performance, we darted across the hall to give a look of warning to our competition. And to our demise, we found ourselves looking at enthused creatures waiting for us to make a preemptive attack. I was disgusted. I even witnessed the auburn haired male lick his lips in excitement as we gave our grim looks. They weren't like our kind, I was sure of that fact.

But we spoke nothing. It was only the overwhelming roars of the crowd when the announcement was made. I could sense no tension among them; I could only spot excitement in their faces as they screamed out our name.

Pax took a step forward, "Pace yourselves men!" Pax warned.

Gloria winced, "Hey!" For a moment, we shifted our attention to our performance, alienating the danger set afoot after our show.

Pax smirked and paused to edit, "Oh, you too Gloria," He said making Gloria smile.

I thought that maybe concentrating on what I would do on stage would lessen my worries. After all, I was pretty sure that we could take them.

But I guess I spoke too soon.

As soon as my eyes caught sight of a lady in crimson with ravenous hair, creamy complexion, green eyes... That's when I knew that things were about to get more complicated for she was not an ordinary girl, human, but not ordinary.

I knew her. Not completely, but I did.

But why did she come when I instructed her not to? Were my words deceitful?

She gave them a taunt, a taunt that she shouldn't have done. What should I do now? If I ask the others for help, then the soul count will depreciate. The soul count, the balance of life and death, the souls that were due… I can't let the prophecy come to life.

This is bad.

Then again, why do I have the urge to save her when she means nothing to me?

"Let's give it up for...Pandora!" The announcer gave his final remark.

It was time.

Vergil motioned for us to come upstage, "Drain the audience guys! We'll deal with the 'others' later."

Trance raised his brow, "Oh, you know what I mean! Spike, What're you waiting for?" Vergil literally shook me; apparently, I was staring off into space. I was too pre-occupied with worry. I didn't even have to time to come up with plan.

"Uh... Right." I forced my legs to run up the stage but even as I approached nearer, I knew that my mind would wonder off elsewhere.

My band mates could sense my anxiety and this was something that we didn't need now. I had to keep my thoughts straight.

But as soon as I step foot on the 'arena' I focused on one person.

I focused on her…

And by doing so, it triggered more than worry in me. I felt adrenaline rushing through my veins, my whole body was heating up and my teeth were chattering at the sight of her bare neck even though she was a hundred feet away from me…

I almost couldn't resist.

I felt her heart beat; I could hear it pumping louder and louder as the music played.

My teeth were barred, I was making restraint for there were two things taunting me to lose my self and reveal my true form.

At our back, they were waiting for us to make a move, they were watching.

I was waiting for my go-signal to sing but then the cascading light of the Crescent and ringing of the Clock Tower caught me.

I felt the dirge coil around my neck, I took another moment and breathed in false air. It filtered my nonfunctional lungs... I crooked my neck then smiled at the moon...the cascading darkness.

Then, I spoke,

"It's midnight!"


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AN: It's intentionally not that much detailed. I have to omit some parts so as to not to break the suspense. Hope you review, Thanks in advance :D

-LW