Ok as we progress onto the next phase of the story, I want there to be extensive character development. I want characters to have multiple sides so...bear with me as we go through some pretty shocking, unexpected changes and nuances that some may catch and some may not ;)
Bruno Mars bid his friends goodnight as they returned to their respective homes in order to prepare to leave for Tokyo in the morning. It was a long flight, and they would arrive by evening; so he entrusted Phil with his special flying accommodations.
He had been hard a work, and tended to be a perfectionist when it came to his art; but he felt confident in his first show. So far, the response had been majorly positive from his recently re-opened Twitter account. Well...he lost about half a million followers but that was majorly positive to him seeing as how he still had approximately ten million.
After discovering his had psychokinetic abilities; he agreed to hone them, just to please Orielle, but he knew from Jason’s teachings that the Elitists were hungry for power and wanted him to help them in their ultimate conquest...whatever that was, he didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to be a part of it. He didn’t even mess with his so-called “gift” afterwards. It was practically non-existent to him.
As he pulled his fitted cap down and walked down Sunset Blvd, he noticed the heartbeats of the people around him were a tad louder than they were supposed to be. He shook his head of the feeling and continued down the sidewalk to his car; but someone stopped him.
“Oh my God, are you Bruno Mars!?” A young woman asked, her eyes shining brightly with excitement.
Her heart was racing and he swallowed and closed his eyes briefly to try to ignore the thud in his ears.
He realized it was his incessant hunger.
He really wanted to exclusively feed from Roxanne; it only felt right with her, he had grown accustomed to the taste of her blood, and she didn’t do it out of sick masochistic fantasies like many of the women he fed from in vampire lounges, she just wanted his thirst quenched.
“Yes,” He replied with a smile. “Yes, I am, and what’s your name?”
“Oh my God I love you so much, my name is Sarah. Can I take a picture with you please?” She clasped her hands together hopefully.
“Of course you can, anything for a pretty girl like yourself.” He charmed. She blushed and smiled widely as she dug through her purse frantically for her digital camera. She pulled it out, her hands shaking.
He noticed the veins in her wrist; and he could see the direction of her bloodflow within her capillaries. It was as though he had some dysfunctional form of x-ray vision when he was this blood deprived. When he blinked, the redness clouding his judgement was pushed away; but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.
Sarah quickly snuggled up underneath his arm and held out her camera. However, all he could think about was the warmth of her body, the beat of her heart loud as timpani drums in his ears. It was all he could do to keep from extending his fangs as he smiled for the photograph.
“Oh thank you so much. Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” He crossed his arms, wondering what she could come up with. She would probably ask what it’s like to be a vampire; or what the name of his next album would be, maybe even if he had a girlfriend...some fans refused to believe it, no matter how much it was confirmed in the press.
“Can you...um...bite me?”
His first reaction was to nearly choke at the request that he hadn’t been expecting. But he covered it by coughing, “Oh...I--uh--” He rubbed the back of his neck, “I can’t, sorry.”
She looked a little sad, “Oh come on, just a little one? I think vampires are the coolest, I really love you guys.”
Bruno glanced around briefly, “Come on.” He hesitantly agreed. He would glamour her into forgetting it later.
“Thank you Moscow! Goodnight!” I blew kisses at the crowd as I was lowered beneath the stage while the band continued my finale. Backstage assistants rushed to help me down and I waddled on my hurting feet in sky high heels to my dressing room, where I collapsed onto the couch, completely exhausted.
“Excuse me, Roxanne, there is someone here to see you.” An attendant knocked softly from the other side of the door.
“Who?” I asked, not wanting to be bothered as I sat up and kicked my obnoxious glittering heels off.
“She goes by Orielle?”
“Are you sure it’s not a fan sneaking backstage?” I asked.
“Um...no, it isn’t.”
I sighed, “Let her in.”
I pulled a bathrobe out of the nearby closet and pulled it over my body, bringing my hair back in a ponytail as a tall, graceful woman came in who made my heart stop.
Literally, I thought I had died right then and there.
This was, undoubtedly, the woman who had killed Robyn’s grandmother. Her lethal beauty was far too unique to mistake. But why was she here? And did she know who I was?
“Roxanne, correct?” She asked. I noticed her unusually long hair was up in a braided bun.
“Yes, can I help you?” I bluffed, trying to convincingly act as though I had no idea who she was.
“My name is Orielle, I’m a member of the league that governs all vampires.” She explained. Great, she was one of the Elitists...and I guess a pretty powerful member seeing as how she snatched that poor old woman’s heart out like she was picking flower petals.
“Pleasure to meet you Orielle, but I’m not a vampire.”
“I know you aren’t. If you were, I wouldn’t be here; although Moscow is lovely.” Orielle took it upon herself to sit on the empty couch adjacent to where I was seated. “I’ll explain this in the most simple terms I can find; we want your little 'boyfriend', he’s very powerful. Yet I see hesitation in him because he is chasing something he will never obtain, humanity.”
“Quite.” She nodded, “To be frank, Roxanne, you’re standing in the way of vampire affairs. We usually let human companions slide, they are a rarity amongst us anyway, but when it interferes with someone as high up as I am...well, we need to step in. I would have sent my second-in-command, but I wanted to have this conversation with you woman to woman.”
“I appreciate that, Orielle.” I narrowed my eyes, “But what exactly are you asking of me?”
She laughed airily, “I’m not asking anything of you. I’m ordering you to either end your affairs with him, or allow yourself to be turned so that he may embrace his true nature and our society can further progress.”
It was my turn to laugh. “I’m sure I’m not holding up the progression of your society. I’m the reason he’s even a part of it.”
“Oh?” Orielle’s brows raised.
“Yes. He died saving me from an oncoming tractor trailer. We’ve been together three and a half years now, unless you count the two and half he was dead. Your world thrived before my existence, and you’ll continue to thrive whether or not I’m fucking Bruno Mars.” I was snippy and arrogant about it, but honestly who was she to come toMY show, into MY dressing room and order me around like she knew me? It was foolish to talk wrecklessly to a dangerously powerful being like her, but I was feeling a bit brave after fighting Robyn’s demon anyway.
Her upper lip twitched. “Listen, you incompetent, inferior human. Once I catch word of you blocking our progression in society again, I will off you myself--”
“You do that and Bruno will have no parts of your ‘progression’.” I challenged. With a gush of wind, she appeared inches away from my face and I jumped back.
“I will tell you this, and tell you only once; for my breath is too precious to waste on a sub-species as yourself. You are to be turned, or end your affairs; otherwise, I will rip your ribcage out through your throat and wear it as a hat.”
Eyes wide, I nodded in agreement.
She stepped back and smiled. “I’m glad we have an understanding. Have an excellent rest of your tour.”
With that, she snapped her fingers and vanished in a rush of violet smoke. I had never seen a vampire do that before.
My hands came up to my throat, where she had me just moments prior.
Looks like I didn’t have the ten to fifteen years to decide that Ashley had told me after all.
Bruno knocked on Robyn’s door, stepping back and glancing at himself in her glossy gold mailbox. He wiped away the smudge of blood on the corner of his lip and re-adjusted his fitted cap.
She answered it, in a robe with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. “Bruno? Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey Rih, I just came through to check on you.” He said. Jason had told him, after a few weeks passed, that he was allowed to be around Robyn again. Everything on that spectrum was back to normal.
“Aw midget, thanks. Come on in.” She stepped aside and allowed him to come through. She closed the door and hugged her bathrobe around her waist as they sat down in her living room. “How are things with you? I hear you’re touring soon.”
“Yeah, I leave in the morning actually.”
She clapped, “Congratulations, you’re back in the game.”
“More like congrats to you, you’re back in the game Rih. Did you have any idea that you had that kind of past in your family?” He sat back on her couch.
She shook her head. “I knew my family practiced Obeah; but I didn’t know anything about being possessed. I feel horrible about what I put you, Roxanne, and Chris through. I owe you guys my life for saving me.”
“Yeah you do. That flat screen is lookin’ pretty sweet right now.” He joked and she laughed.
“Yeah right.” She rolled her eyes. “I bet Roxanne hates me, huh?” She pondered softly.
“Nah, she doesn’t hate you. She’s just been busy lately and doesn’t know how to start talkin to you, I’m sure.”
“Well,” Robyn looked down at her hands in her lap, “She was right when she said those things about me. I think I only went back to Chris because I saw how good things were for you guys and I wanted that.”
“I’m hell in a handbasket Rih, you don’t want me.” He lightened the mood.
“Yes I do.” She said, and silence fell between them. “I--I mean, I want a guy like you, Bruno.”
He reached out and placed his hand on her forearm soothingly. “I’m not perfect, I thought you of all people could see that. I don’t know why everyone thinks I am; especially now that I’m a vampire.”
She couldn’t help a tiny tear that she had to wipe away. “Anyone who has as much love as you do for her is perfect.”
“Rih, stop it.” He said quietly, moving closer so that he could embrace her. “I didn’t come here to talk about Roxanne with you, I didn’t come here to make you cry. I came here to make sure my girl was alright after that catastrophe. I love you, you know that. I’m always here for you to make you feel loved.” He stopped himself and backtracked, “As much as I can, as a friend.”
He didn’t know why this felt so out of place all of a sudden. Maybe because things got emotional and since he had her blood months ago in Italy, remnants of her feelings were still detectable in his mind. Robyn was normally a tough, non-vulnerable woman; especially after the incident with Chris. It seemed her shell had only grown tougher and here she was, crying in his arms.
“Thank you Bruno, that’s all I need.” She sniffled, holding him.
I didn’t have a show in Tokyo for another three days, so as soon as we landed and arrived at the hotel in Shibuya, I got underneath the sheets and curled into the plush, soft mattress and was asleep in minutes. I was left undisturbed by any nightmares, which was surprising after my ordeal the other evening with Orielle. I felt my sore muscles soothed, my anxiety lessened, and my mind was afloat in some paradise that only a dream can create.
But my dream faded quickly when I felt a presence. I felt something, or someone, around my waist, against my body. Cold and frightening at first, until a scent that reminded me of warmth and happiness filled my nose. I blinked slowly, the room coming into focus, the dim lighting providing proper illumination of the hotel room while the Shibuya city lights shone through my window brightly.
“Good evening, beautiful.” Bruno whispered. I turned around and looked up at him, still wondering if this was a dream or not.
“Is that you?” I asked with a smile. He pinched my arm gently.
“I don’t know, is it?”
I tackled him excitedly, hugging him and kissing him all over as we rolled across the bed playfully and happily; enthralled to be reunited again. My heart nearly exploded with happiness, I was completely raptured by his presence.
“That was the longest month of my life.” I said as he hovered atop my body, resting on his elbow. “I need to talk to you.”
“Uh oh...” He sat up, and I did too...sitting across from him, indian style. “What did I do?”
“I’m serious Bruno, I haven’t been able to talk to you properly. But I was paid a visit at my Moscow show by a lovelybitch by the name of Orielle.” I saw his expression drop, “I assume you know her?”
“Yeah...she’s the commander of the Elitists.”