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*Ring, Ring* I pulled the blanket over my head hoping that whoever it was would stop calling. After about the tenth ring, I realized that I would actually have to answer it. Groaning, I untangled myself from the sheets and went to pick up the phone. "Hello," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
"Guess what?" the person on the other side beamed.
I quickly glance at my clock wondering what time it was. It read 12:45pm. I'm going to kill Lisa. "Hmmmm what?" I replied half asleep.
"You got five hours to get ready before me and my sister come over and we take you to a Backstreet Boys concert."
"Okay, but before I hang up and kill you, can I ask you how the hell I nominated myself into this and who are the Backstreet Boys?"
" Well, for one thing, your my best buddy; and two, your my best buddy; and three, your my best--" I cut her off before she could finish her sentence.
"Okay I get it".
She laughed, then replied "Anyway, my mother got my sister some concert tickets and backstage passes for her birthday a long time ago. Somehow I agreed that I would take her but I don't remember when I did." Why does that not surprise me? "It's today at Madison Square Garden, and she really wants to go and I can't believe you don't know who the Backstreet Boys are. I mean I know that you don't get out much and everything, but God."
"Well, I'm not really into this music era."
"Well, you had to have heard them on the radio. They have major hits. Um let me think... 'I don't care who you are, where you're from, don't care what you did, as long as you love me,'" she sang. "There's also, 'Am I original? Yeah! Am I the only one? Yeah! Am I sexual? Yeah! Am I everything you need; You better rock your body right. Everybody!' Oh, and the most famous: 'Cause I want it that way!'" After her rendition I thought I had actually heard some that sounded familiar. Who new I listened to the Backstreet Boys and enjoyed it? Interrupting my thoughts, she continued, "Listen, Rachel, I'll see you at five; my sister is bugging me, wanting to go to the mall to get a new outfit for the concert -- God, Sarah hold on! -- So I'll see you at five?" Figuring she killed me if I said no, I nodded my head, still too asleep to realize that she couldn't see me. "Rachel?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, see you at five."
"Cool," she replied as we both hung up. I fell back onto my bed figuring I had at least a good two hours left. I set my alarm and drifted back to sleep.
**********Flashback**********
It was pitch black. If you put your hand in front of your face, you wouldn't be able to see it. I had ran for hours until I didn't know where I was, managing to find myself in a dark alley. The kind that seem endless. Deeply breathing in and out, I traveled further down it. Slashes of blood fell down my face from my last encounter with my mother.
Crying silently to myself, I gasped out loud, as I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. Turning around I looked to see who it belonged to. There stood a young man in a dark long coat. His long golden hair spilled down his back. His large dark red lips were full and plump. As to wonder how it would feel to kiss them. His eyes were dark and blissfully green. He gently removed his hand from my shoulder and slid it across my face to the new dry blood, gliding his thumb back and forth. He whispered in my ear.
"What is a young, beautiful lady doing in this part of town?" His soft, erotic voice sent shivers throughout my body. Not being able to move and barely breathing, I lost myself in him. "You're in pain," he said gently to me. "I can take your pain away and show you a whole entirely new world." He tipped my head up and pulled me closer into him, letting me feel that he was all male.
Gently, barely above a whisper, I replied "Show me." Bending his head down so his lips were even with mine he grab my hand into his and passionately kissed me, sliding his tongue in and out. He mumbled, "Close your eyes." Closing my eyes, I felt his tongue glide down my neck, right above my breasts, where he started nipping. I moaned, it being the most erotic, overwhelming feeling I had ever felt before. His canines started to grow as he punctured me, drawing out my blood. Screaming out in agony, I started to feel light headed. He wrapped his arm around me tight, supporting me upright, as he slit his wrist forcing it in my mouth. His blood lingered for awhile until I started craving for it. Sucking with all my might, this new incredible sensation overcame my body.
**********Present**********
Twisting and turning from side to side, I woke up covered in sweat. I looked over at my clock and groaned. I must have overslept. I can't believe I'm going to a concert. God, last time I've been to one was in over twenty years. Getting up from the bed, I decided that I would take a long hot shower.
**********Five O'clock**********
Sliding my boots on, I heard a knock on the door.
"Hey," Lisa replied as I let her and her sister Sarah in.
"Hey." I glanced over at Sarah, who was decked out in flare jeans and a short midriff with the words "I love BSB" on it. Over her whole body, different sayings were written. It definitely signified that she was a true teeny-bopper. Turning my attention away from her and to Lisa, I gawked and raised my eyebrows. She was wearing a VERY short, low-cut tube top, with her black hair twisted on top and four inch high heels on.
"What?" she laughed. "Sarah showed me some pictures of the boys. Might I add, the one with the tattoos, um, um what's his name?" she turned to face her sister who answered "AJ" in a 'duh' tone. "Yeah, AJ. God, what a sexy name."
Rolling my eyes at her, I locked up and headed out, laughing silently to myself. Oh God! We must look like a bunch of losers. To my right we have a true teeny-bopper who is in a daze and to my left a girl who looks like she hasn't had a good lay in about a month. And their was me. A miss out of place girl, who any random shmoe could tell doesn't belong here. I looked down at myself and what I was wearing. Long black pants, with a white sleeveless turtle neck. A long sliver chain dangled down to my breasts that had a sliver tear drop as a charm. Over my shirt, I wore a brown coat that hung down just above my boots. I let my dark blonde hair lay straight to my shoulders. Getting into the back of the car with Sarah, I turned to her and asked, "So what are the names of the boys?"
Her eyes lit up as she grabbed for her mini backpack and pulled out a CD that had them on the cover. "Well this is Brian," she pointed at a short cute-looking blonde guy. "And this one is..." I smiled at her, watching her face beam as she pointed to each guy. Lisa started up the car and headed to our destination.
"Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" squeaked an adolescent, thirteen-year-old Sarah. She held onto the backstage pass as if it was her own life. It was an hour before the concert would start, and we finally made it into the 'Meet and Greet' area. There were over thirty other squeaky teenagers. All of them crying, screaming, and fainting over the five regular men that stood before us. Smirking, Lisa strutted over to the table, occasionally swaying her ass as she hiked up her skirt, pulling Sarah along with her.
There I stood, bunched up alongside of fans. I could feel their heat, their heartbeats, the blood flowing through their veins. I had to escape. Quickly moving through the crowd, I came upon a door and opened it. Moving it open, I walked in and glanced around. It contained a large sofa, a good-sized TV, and a table full of snacks and bottles of water. Taking deep breaths, I laid myself down on the sofa. I fell asleep in my attempt to calm down.
The Anointed One