Urges

1: Urges

Trigger warning in this chapter:
Drug use

Dans pov:
"Thank you California! I loved being here, but unfortunately that was the last song." The crowd awes and starts begging me to stay and sing more.

"I'm sorry guys but I'm all out of songs..." The crowd starts screaming songs from other bands and singers. "Sorry guys, bye Danosaurs!"

The fans keep screaming as the stage goes down and the lights turn on. Eventually I get to the bottom and my manager Pj comes up to me. "Nice show tonight Dan."

"It sucked. This crowd was to loud, I couldn't hear myself." Pj just rolls his eyes at this statement.

"Was it better then New York at least?"

"Anything is better then New York. All those fans are crazy and wouldn't stop following me. And that time that they mobbed me? I almost pulled a knife on a few of them."

"Didn't you do that anyway?" He asks looking at me eyebrow raised.

"Ya but not in public" He gives me a small laugh while shaking his head at that statement

Pj is the only one who knows about me and my urges. He doesn't like it but he doesn't tell anyone. Not because I'm his friend but because if he did he'd be out of a job. Most managers have tons of clients but Pj only has me. I don't know why he doesn't have more clients but he only has me.

"At least this is the last show in the United States. You'll be back in the UK within the next 24 hours." Pj says trying to cheer me up.

"As if that's any bette." I whisper before leaving Pj behind and going into my dressing room.

This dressing room was one of the better ones I've had. Normally there white with places for you to hang pictures or stage directions or what're the hell people put there.

This one is very different. Instead of the all white walls it's a light grey with white fairy lights. All the furniture is black with a giant mirror on the door so you can see yourself before going out onstage.

I get inside and change out of the tight black tux I wore for the concert and into my everyday outfit. A white button down shirt with a black leather jacket.

As soon as I'm changed I decided to get out of there before anyone saw me. I didn't want to talk with costume about how I looked today or to lights to discuss the light glitches in between one of my songs.

No, what I wanted was to get the hell out of here so I can just go back to the hotel room and relax for awhile.

My plan didn't really work out though because on my way out I ran into Pj again.

"Where do you think your going?" He asks with one eyebrow up giving me the 'you better listen to me or else' look.

"Back to the hotel. Got a problem with that?"

"Not if that's the only place your going. You already killed that girl the first day we were here, isn't that enough?"

The way he said that question made my blood boil. How dare he talk to me like that, I'm a grown man and I can do whatever the hell I want to do. "Don't talk to me like that! Your just a manager, you can't tell me how to live my life. And besides, I was just going to the hotel but maybe I'll take a detour because you said that!"

I march out of there with my head held high knowing he wouldn't come after me. Pj knows I wasn't in a good mood and I meant what I said about taking a detour. He knows if he doesn't want it be the victim, he had better stay away.

I find the closest exist to the place and get out. My limbo driver would find me eventually considering Pj knew I left. As soon as I exit I see this cute girl with short brown hair waiting outside.

"Oh... Um, Hi. I didn't actually think I'd see you... My friend dared me to wait for you. I can't believe I'm actually meeting you." The girl kept blabbing on in a British accent about how she was proud she actually met me, but all I could think was how she'd be the perfect victim.

"What's your name?" I ask and she giggles under her breath,

"Dodie, I know it's a lame name, you should hear my sisters."

"No I think it's cute." Her cheeks get all red when I say that. Just then I hear a honk and knew it was the limo. "My rides here. I have to go." Just as I turn away I can hear her whine in protest. "Would you care to join me Dodie?"

She looks as though she's gonna faint at the thought of being in a limo with me.

"Of course, but I should probably tell my friends first." She starts to pull out her phone but I stop her just in time.

"There's no need to do that, come on." I reach my hand out and she takes it. I walk her to the limo and open the door for her. Once were both in i see the amazement on her face. "Do you like it?"

"I've course," she says looking at me "but I like it more because I'm with you."

I fake a smile at that last statement. 'This girl is so annoying.' I think.

"Here," I reach to grab a bottle of champagne.

"Oh I can't, I'm only 19..." She seemed so shy saying that.

"Oh come on... No one will know." I say pushing the cup closer to her.

She takes the cup hesitantly before taking a drink. Soon she's acting drunk and foggy and starts to get really tired.

"Is this what alcohol does to people? It's not as much fun as I thought it would be" She said slurring the words and staring at the cup.

"No it's not what alcohol does... It's probably the drug I put in the cup." I say with a smile on my face

"You did what?" She asked all foggy, I could tell she was starting to black out.

"I put drugs in your drink so you would sleep. Did you really think I was gonna sleep with you?"

"Well... I mean... I.." She can barely reply because the pills getting into the blood system.

"Shhhhhhhh, it will all be over on seconds..." She seems horrified but she can't do anything about it. She try's to pull out her phone to call for help but I grab it before she can call anyone. "I told you, just be quit"

She then try's to fight but soon the pill does its final trick and her head falls on my lap... "Now..." I glid my fingers through her hair. "Now the real fun can start."
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