Dedicated to Tiffanijolly eternallywarped thevampiremeganne
You were on the hunt. Your throat had a deep burning sensation, your senses were in hyper drive. You were desperate for anyone at this point. Your eyes were glowing amethyst against y/skintone, your long y/hc shimmered in the moon light as you ran from roof top to roof top. You felt the roof vibrating beneath you, loud metal music rang out. You paused and listened carefully, the singers voice caught your attention... "Crawling from hell, falling from grace and there is nothing left for you to take. Leaving the past to the grave, so we can Reincarnate!" He screamed, the crowd screaming with him. You sat on the roof, ignoring the need to feed and listened to the rest of the show. You wished you could watch but you couldn't be trusted around the humans right now. You didn't like feeding but you didn't want to die either. Another hour passed as the band drew the show to an end, you smiled and jumped down into the alleyway below. Your next meal had just passed out. She was high, which made her blood taste funny but... you needed to feed soon. You grabbed her by the scalp and tilted her head, drawing your fangs and piercing the side of her neck.
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You watched in awe as you watched the band walk back to their bus. They were all beautiful in their own ways... but the middle one. The taller one. He had your attention. He was covered in tattoos, the most obvious one being the coffin on his throat, the ones on his hands starting to be removed. His hair was slicked back, the sides were shaved. He had holes on his lips from healing piercings. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face. And he smelled divine. Your mouth watered... but your cold heart fluttered for the first time in many years. He was laughing and joking with his mates, his smile lit up the area. You were hooked. You had to know more, get to meet him.
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Motionless in White was the name of his band. His name was Chris. Chris Cerulli. Chris Motionless. He was the lead singer. He was born October seventeenth. He was thirty two. He had black hair and sweet soulful brown eyes. Ever since that night three weeks ago you had been following him and his band, listening on the rooftop every night. What you didn't know was that the band knew. One of their crew members had noticed you and told the band about 'the ghost on the roof.'
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Chris sat on the roof top, half relaxing half waiting for this "ghost." He didn't believe in spirits or anything, he just thought it was a creepy fan stalking the band again. It was almost 2am, the moon was high and the stars twinkled against the indigo background. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, a drop of fear entered his chest as the sudden need to run crept up his spine. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, he turned to see a woman standing behind him. She was petite with long y/hc hair and y/skin tone. She had a large pair of sunglasses covering her eyes. She was wearing a ripped up Motionless tee shirt, black leggings, combat boots, and a studded leather jacket. She was a beauty if he were too be honest. "Why are you on the roof?" She asked, her voice was soft and smooth. "I could ask you the same..." He sad, trailing his eyes over her. She smiled, small fangs appearing. "I was up here listening to this amazing singer. Then I got hungry." She replied, licking her lips. She walked over and sat herself next to me. "I'm Y/n." She said, looking over his face. "I'm Chris." He said, offering her a hand. She smiled shyly, "Sorry... I don't like touching that much." She said softly, looking away. He slowly recoiled his hand, gazing over the city. "So how did you hear about us y/n?" "I was sitting on the roof of a venue when you started playing... the first song I heard was Reincarnate. I love your music by the way." His scent was driving her insane, she didn't want to bite him... she wanted to curl in his lap and nuzzle his throat. In the vampire world it was the ultimate sign of trust... and love. And right now it was scaring her. "Tell me about yourself y/n." Chris asked, looking at the young woman more carefully. She had two silver marks on her neck, like a classic vampire bite. She gave off no warmth like someone usually would. And who the fuck wears sunglasses at 2am? "I'm just your average tiny goth girl." She replied with a toothy smile, her tiny fangs glistened in the moonlight. "Those are a nice touch by the way. And the bite tattoo is sick." Her smile dropped as she looked away, covering her neck with her hands. "What's wrong y/n?" He asked, moving to pull her hand away. "Nothing. I....I-I gotta go. Nice to meet you Christopher." She said, dashing ledge of the roof and disappearing into the night.

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FanfictionJust a little something for the members of Motionless! Requests are currently open and is not just limited to current members. If you submit a request and it is not something I am not comfortable with I will let you know, but don't assume ;) Anythin...