I Ran Away to Vegas and Got Kidnapped... [Boy/Boy] - 2011

Chapter 4

I Ran Away to Vegas, Got Kidnapped By One of the Hottest Bands in the World, and Now I'm Wanted - Dead or Alive - By All Their Fan Girls ... Can My Life Get Any Worse?! (Boy x Boy) : Part 4

-Ikuto's POV-

               Music blasted over the sound system and my heart was thrumming in my chest. Not only did Garrett get me in, he also got me a backstage pass. I proudly wore it around my neck as I rocked out to the music. The stage lights and a few colored beams flew through the audience but other then that, it was kind of dark.

               I was right when I said pencils wouldn't do the band members justice. They were all beautiful. Their jet black hair mirrored the lights, giving off the illusion that it was glowing and every time they smiled, their fangs flickered as they caught the light. Vials clinked against each other around their necks, the dark red liquid within becoming translucent. Suddenly, that creepy guy I met on the street made sense.

               "How many of you are Vampyre Massacre fans?!" The lead singer screamed into the mike. The crowd cheered as did I. They all ripped the vial necklaces off and threw them into the audience, everyone going crazy trying to catch one. Cammeron, the drummer and my bandly crush, held onto one as he walked over to one of the body guards. The guard nodded and said something into the lining of his jacket - a hidden Bluetooth maybe? Then Cammeron handed him the vial and the guard made his way through the audience - right toward me... 

"Mr. Cade asked me to give this directly to you." He held out the vial and half the girls around me huffed, jealous that they weren't the ones noticed. I smiled and thanked him for the gift. Cammeron Cade had noticed me! He wanted me to have one of his necklaces. My heart galloped and I smiled a little brighter. At least until I was drenched with red goo. I guess this was supposed to be the "Blood Bath." It smelled sweet like candy but I wasn't going to try it just incase is wasn't. I guess it's a good thing I wasn't wearing a white shirt. More girls screamed when more of the goo was dumped. The band picked up their instruments and began singing songs from their Malice Tomb Album. The floor beneath me was slippery and that was proven when a few people fell.

Everything powered out and went pitch black. Girls behind me screamed and frantically clutched at each other, so hard that I was bumped and in the darkness I lost my balance. I was randomly kicked and with my weak frame, the results wouldn't be good if I stayed on the ground. I tried to push myself up but lost it again when someone's foot embedded itself in my rib. I screamed and I could faintly hear the soft cries of others next to me. Then the lights flickered on and the band was no longer playing. Instead, they were holding four people from the audience: three girls and a guy. They were blind folded and gagged, their hands tied behind their backs. They whimpered and struggled but didn't put up much of a fight. 

"Hey, are you okay?" Someone extended their hand to me and I gratefully took it, thankful to be off the sticky ground. My eyes search the stage, realizing there was someone missing - there were five band members but only four onstage. They each dipped their "victim" and bit their neck, the girls screamed with delight while the guy pushed harder into it. I frantically looked for Cammeron, wondering why he wasn't onstage. Then hands brushed up my back and rested on the underside of my collar bone. My skin exploded with goose bumps and I turned to see whose hands were holding me in place. My eyes met his violet ones and I almost couldn't breathe. "Looks like I found my victim." He smiled mischievously and pulled me closer. Our hips grinded past each other has me moved to tilt my head back. I willing bared my fragile skin to him as he leaned in. Girls all around us screamed, the giant screen behind stage showing a real time video of Cammeron and I. Cammeron's lips perfectly molded to the crease of my neck and I moaned. He chuckled and slipped one of his arms under my knees, picking my feet off the ground as he cradled me against his chest. He seemed to jump and we were in the air, flying toward the stage and other members. They all stared and all the girls seemed to be sending me the evil eye. 

Devin grabbed the mike again and spoke softly into it. "Well, I guess this is where our hunting ends for the night." His statement goaded whines from all around but he just smiled. "Aww come on, we gotta give little Cammi here time with his new Boi." Cammeron stuck his tongue out and held me closer, snuggling his nose into my neck again. I giggled and tried to move it away but he grabbed my hand, holding it at my side.

All at once, the girls' screams became war cries - their eyes zeroing in on Cammeron and I. The band ran in various directions, Cammeron pulling me along with him. "Are you a fast runner?" He laughed and jerked me around a corner. 

"I guess." I spoke, out of breathe. He smiled, his silver lip ring glinting in the lights. We continued running, our feet slapping against the linoleum flooring. I could hear the girls behind us, yelling slurs and vulgar statements. "Are they always like this?" 

He shook his head and pulled me around another corner. "You have no idea." 

"Cam!" A girl shouted, his head jerked to the side and mine followed. A girl with bright red hair and dark almond eyes was motioning for us to follow her. Cammeron took off in her direction. "Get in here you idiot." She hissed as he pulled me into the room. 

"Thanks Clary." He smiled and settled into a chair. She huffed and walked over to a vanity where she picked up a tube of lip gloss. She generously smeared it over her full lips and smiled, her fangs catching my eyes. 

"You're in the band?" I questioned, not remember seeing her on stage. Then again, I would have remembered her red hair. 

She shrugged and set the tube down. "Of course, what did you expect that Cam would just follow any random girl into a dressing room?" She eyed me accusingly, causing me to become self conscious. 

"Come on Clary, relax - you're scaring him." Cammeron laughed as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his lap. I fell hair than I wanted to but e didn't seem to mind. "So, what's your name?" 

"Ikuto." I was breathless, being this close to Cammeron Cade of Vampyre Massacre. I didn't think I would ever even get into a concert, let alone meet the members. 

The one that he called Clary crossed her arms over her petite chest roughly and huffed again. "Ikuto? What kind of stupid name is that?" 

I shrugged as Cammeron sent her a warning glance. "My mom works for an Amine and Manga publishing company. She got a little obsessed." I laugh uncomfortably. 

She walked over to us, bring her face close to mine then quickly moving away. "But You're not Korean, Japanese, Chinese - Whatever!" 

"That's exactly what I said." I felt Cammeron's chest rumble against my side as he began laughing. "What's so funny?" 

He began laughing harder as he pulled at his raven hair, revealing brilliant red like Clary's. "Nothing." He continued to laugh. I moved to get up but Cammeron tightly wrapped his arms around me. "Wait, I'm sorry." He puffed out his lower lip and his eyes watered slightly.  

Clary rolled her eyes and threw something from the vanity toward Cam. He noticed it too late and it hit him in the side of his head. "Clary." He whined, rubbing his sore spot. I tried to hold back a laugh but failed. 

"See, he even thinks it's funny." Clary walked over to the other side of the room and picked at a few clothes that were in the closet. "Don't you want to change out of your stage clothes?" He looked down at his shirt, it was covered with dried, sticky candy that was now smeared all over my already tacky T-shirt.  

He smiled up at me and winked his eye. "I have something you can wear." He slid me off his lap, getting up at the same time. He walked over to Clary who stuck her tongue out at him - he returned the favor.

I watched him as he picked at the clothes, pulling one shirt out after another. "You really know how to pick them don't you, he's so quiet." Clary spoke not so quietly. 

I stood and walked over to Clary. "Alright, talking about me is one thing but talking about me as if I'm not here is another. I'm not quiet, I'm out spoken and I'm not gonna let you think any different." 

Cammeron threw his arm around my shoulder and kissed my neck where he had bitten it earlier. He sent her a cheesy smile, "I sure do know how to pick them." She scoffed and stomped out of the dressing room, leaving Cammeron and I alone.