A song for Vampires

Disclaimer: I own nothing because nothing that I am.

The moon glowed bright over head casting dark shadows downward allowing them danced over the pained expression of the cemetery’s only visitor. The ground was cold beneath the young Vampire as he lie there over top of the grave of his fallen lover.

"Here is where you lie now. Here, not home with me." He whispered from the corner of his mouth, the ashes from his cigarette falling like the unshed tears welling beneath closed lids onto the exposed skin of his collarbone. Periwinkle locks rested against the smooth cold stone that read Alonzo Leonelli, his head tilted upward catching the light of the moon. No one knew that he was there. No one knew that he had been slipping off to this place since Alonzo had been placed in the soil. Claire rolled onto his stomach, turning his head so that his ear was pressed against the ground, the sharp blades of grass prickling his ear. He didn't care.

"Why'd you have to go? YOU ALWAYS LEFT ME ALONE....but in time you always came back to me. Always." Claire moaned softly, his voice catching in his throat breaking into a strangled hiccupping sob; clutching a hand full of dirt and grass in his free hand.

"Papa." He moaned, his voice sounding faint in the breeze carrying with it the familiar scent of wet grass and earth. In his mind he remembered another smell, one that was clean, and to him everything masculine. A light wind ruffled through his dyed hues reminding him of the sweet caress of his fallen lover. Regaining his senses, Claire rolled back onto his back spitting out what was left of his smoke. The smoke floated up to flirt with his delicate nostrils as it smolder out in the grass below him.

He slowly crawled to his feet, bending forward to pick up the bouquet of white lilies he had brought with him. He raised the flowers to his face wafting the sweet smelling flower under his nose brushing the petals against his lips.

"Ai shiteru, father." He said tearily into the wind releasing his grip on the plastic wrapping. Those lavender eyes watched as they hit the ground the petals scattering across the earth.

"I'll be back tomorrow night, Papa. Unlike you, you selfish piece of shit!"

The tip of Claire's shoe came down hard against the flawless white stone scoffing the immaculate shine job Ian had done earlier in the day. Not that Claire cared. Claire didn't appreciate anything anyone did for him. He was the Vampire so if was a given that he got whatever he desired.

Claire's body staggered forward feeling heavy form the weight of depression, the liquor burning through his veins providing him with false warmth. What I need is a warm body. Claire thought bitterly as he headed out of the hollow grounds.

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A lone figure clad in gray stood at the edge of the graveyard watching the scene with a heavy heart. For four nights he had stood here watching him throw himself at this dead guy. He knew that when they had started his relationship that there would be hardships, but to find him here every night?

Buma tilted his head to the side, curiously watching the movements of his lover. He never would forget the day he met the young mob boss: After nearly blowing his own head off at a game of Russian Roulette, Claire had invited him to a private chat in his office.

"Can I see what you really look like under there?' Claire had asked in that flirtatious voice of his and yet his face had remained the picture of innocents, catching the stoic outlaw off guard with his brazen confidence and candor.

Buma had shown him more then his face. Although their business arrangements went sour, that wild night of passionate sex had kept them in each other lives. But not lately. Claire was being cold towards him at and at times secretive. Until three nights ago. After Claire had crept from their bed for the seventh time they've been together, the beautiful werewolf had decided to track his lover. He never would have expected that Claire would lead him here. Claire never spoke of his parents. And Buma had never asked or tried to pry into Claire's life but something in him was changing. Love. He now felt some sort of love for the boy. Why, he couldn't explain it to himself.

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Wide swollen eyes stared across the deserted stretch of road taking in the harsh brightness of the lights over head. He didn't know where he was going, all he knew was that he needed something. There were a few pleasant looking café’s across the street seemed to be calling to him. No, there was something else that seemed to be drawing him in. What is that? What is that intoxicating sound? Claire asked himself quickening his pace to reach the luring lullaby of the siren. The notes were low, almost hauntingly beautiful in their own right. He had never heard anything like it.

He stuck his head in the door, eyes searching the small empty room for signs of life as well as the source of the sound. Leaning against the back wall in the corner his bangs falling in wisps over closed eyes veiled with thick lashes, his lips pressed firmly together in tight line the rest of his features bathed in utter ecstasy while his slender fingers lovingly stroked the strings of the guitar that rested in his lap.

He's beautiful. Claire thought taking him in. Like a moth to a flame, Claire stepped forward into the room. The music ended right then and there and the eyes of the musician popped open at once to stare at the one who dare disturb his Eden.

"Please," Grabbing the nearest chair and placing on leg over either side of it, " continue playing. I really liked it." Claire said with all sincerity, eyes burning into blue ones.

The musician brushed his fingers over the cords like before making the same sweet sound from earlier.

"Mmm." Claire moaned leaning back against the wall. His eyes stayed glued to the fluid motion of the guitarist’s fingers as they danced up and down the delicate metal strands.

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Buma had watched Claire disappear into the cafe the music had caught his attention long before it cast it's spell on Claire. Like a statue he stood there a top an streetlight eyes ever watchful on the small shop. What are you doing in there and are you alright? He wondered, eyes trained on that door.

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Kia shifted the weight of the guitar in his lap, eyes trained on his admiring fan. He had only played for one other person beside himself; his friend and lover Daisuke Aurora who had just left him a little over two hours ago. He was used to Daisuke's disappearing reappearing act by now. The blue haired stranger just sat there looking slightly dazed as if he had no idea where he was at the moment. Deciding to test his theory,

"What's you name?" He asked over the music, his voice making the perfect compliment to the soft lilting tune.

The teen's arm came up coming to rest on the strip of wood where he then place his head. His lips parted slightly causing Kia to take notice of the silver hoop hooked into his lip.

I wanna lick it.

Kia thought suddenly surprising himself.

"Claire." he breathed closing his eyes, his body seemed to be relaxing with every note.

"I'm Kia." He said introducing himself to the drowsy Vampire.

"Keep playing for me Kia. I'll pay you." Claire offers.

Kia just smiled, feeling strange that he hadn't recognized the infamous Leonelli heir.

"It's on the house."

"It better be."

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I wrote this because I don't see any fics with Kia. I like Kia, he's pretty
pretty.