Popstar Bodyguard

1- Debut

Introduction

This story is one of many written alongside my writing partner of many years, TheGoofySiren. The stories are written as a back and forth, taking turns and being released in chapters as such. This is but one branch of a large universe. We hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as we did writing them.

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Blaine was a skilled bodyguard, skilled killer-skilled in everything but this. She sighed heavily as she leaned against the wall in the back. The music was loud and the vibrations, heavy. Blaine hadn't been to a concert since she was a teenager. Now she had earbuds in and glared down at the floor. I have protected presidents, monarchs, and government officials. And now I have to babysit this brat?

The guard was not happy and it was only her first night. A couple of workers started walking down the hall towards her and she eyed them. When they drifted close, she stopped them and asked for IDs and passes.

The pair looked at the grumpy guard in wary concern. Standing nearly six feet tall and sporting a sour expression, the woman looked intimidating. She had medium length black hair tied back in a professional bun at the base of her skull, her frame wide enough to house the two sets of arms on her upper half. She wasn't particularly feminine in shape, at least not in her black pants and jacket. Beneath her jacket, Blaine was quite fit. While she didn't have the frame of a body builder, her form was sturdy and prepared for combat. Solid muscle slid easily beneath caramel skin with every movement, ready for an attack from any direction. It was necessary when having to fight hand to hand at any given time due to her line of work. Grey eyes, looked over the pair in suspicion before allow them to pass.

After the disturbed workers left, Blaine returned to leaning against the wall. She glanced at the stage where she could just barely see the singer. The woman shook her head as the singer jumped around. How does he have so much energy? she thought with a quirked brow.

Off stage, Blaine controlled the flow of things, but onstage-A spritely werewolf teen danced front and center. Ace, born Ashton Wellington, was Blaine's current charge. To look at him, he seemed mostly human, but the big tells that marked at least part of his genetic makeup were the triangular ears that sprouted atop his well-groomed, brunette mop. That, and the matching tail. His fair, peachy skin was the topic of health magazines and his stylish clothes led new trends by the month. Though the 18 year old star was of short stature, the feature was fully incorporated into the mounds of charisma that accompanied every gesture. His sheer likeability was one tell for his other half. That of the siren.

The light show whirled and sent glowing beads spiraling around in time with the wolf's wide movements as precisely as though he were conducting their descent by hand. He'd already been performing at top speed for over an hour, but to look at him, his grin was as wide as ever. The wolf blew a kiss at the crowd as he coaxed his fans forward with both eyes and voice. He sang energetically of challenge and need. All that could hear his voice in person swayed eagerly with the star and his mysterious power.

Just as the music cut abruptly, so did the lights. But as the music began a slow ascent anew, the wolf's song twined with it. A glowing mottle of koi patterns rose from the floor of center stage and shaped into that of a man shape, bringing the star to the forefront once more.

Ace held the crowd fully captivated. He locked eyes with a fangirl and sang on as though it was all meant for her alone. The star held his attentions there for just a breath too long, as her eyes rolled back in a swoon. The girl fell back into the crowd out of sight. The singer looked surprised before hastily waving the lights back on. "Cut-Hey cut! Somebody passed out in there!" Without heed, the wolf hopped off the stage and into the crowd.