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The chill of the night just barely became evident to Rosalie as she chugged a huge gulp of cool water. Her full, thick, raven black hair gathered up in a ponytail so high, styled with various dread-like colored strands of extensions, blew in the direction of the wind and occasionally some thin strands would whip around like ribbons, before sticking to her upper body and her sweat-covered collarbones. With a strapless leather tube top and a flowy, lace-covered skirt that barely licked the floor while she moved around and with hands covered with lace-up gloves, she took a look back at the stadium and the crowd, this was a perfect scene. A stadium. The stadium filled with about 3000 souls begging for more songs, aching for more music, for the rhythm of her violin echoing through the Kempers that were placed strategically by the tech guys of her band. The ambition to participate in such an event, to be alongside and play with a band that had played such a role in who she had become and, as of now. She was equal to them.
Not some crazed fan, not a teenager pleading for a kiss or a hug, nor for them to suck their blood in an endless night of pure pleasure, no. She was another vampire, a rockstar, playing her violin for the world to hear, to get lost in the rhythm with her, as she joined her heroes, the infamous coven of Scranton, the only Motionless In White, in their crusade to give the world a new place of freedom. A place where everybody was accepted in what they truly identified us. Male, female, queer, or non-gender ghostbuster, it didn't matter to her, or the people she now worked with. They all loved their fans and did right by them to support them in all they could. Charities for the LGBTQ+ community, the supernatural community, and every person in the world that could be aided, would seek and help.
Yes, Rosalie, the musician who originated from Athens, Greece, was an immortal creature, a turned human who simply had been living a normal life in the states. Trained in classical music, adoring the way it soothed her and took her mind off of the difficulties of the daily schedule set to her by society and her parents, she abandoned her life there when she turned 22. It was not hard for her to get the documents required to leave, of course, and the moment she had her passport, her E-G work card, and her one suitcase filled with her most essentials, she left, running away and leaving behind everything that was pulling her down.
" How are we doing tonight Sacramento!" Chris asked, his panting echoing a bit at the microphone as he spoke, making a thumbs up towards the crowd as it roared towards the singer. " As you all know, we are joined on this tour by a lovely musician, a real close friend of ours, miss Rosalie Von A!" He introduced, smirking a bit as he looked at the young girl, a recently turned vampire who seemed to have been born to become a vampire. She was a natural. The way her beautiful and luscious hair scattered through the wind, the way her red eyes would scan the crowd as if they were her children to care. Chris knew by then that his blood brother, Ricky, had made the right choice. He had made the perfect choice in accepting her as his eternal another half, his soulmate.
Speaking of the devil himself, dressed in his black attire for the night and his Ibanez Iron Label RGIB6 Baritone in his hands, attached to the strap that was helping the musician keep his organ in place securely, Ricky only smiled towards his Leader of the coven and blood brother, not believing it himself that this was a life he lead right now. The roar of the crowd gave him fuel. Energy to keep going, doing what he loved most, with the people he loved most.
His family.
His newfound mate, who he had come to adore in those three years they had been together as a couple. While Rosie, his sweet flower, had just barely turned 6 months in vampiric age, he admired her control, her need to survive, and to become better herself. Determined and honest about what she was. "Now that you have mentioned miss Von A," He said to the microphone, before pulling his guitar over his head and handing it to his guitar tech, exchanging it with a small leather envelope that was wrapped in a white velvet stripe, and then walked across the stage, to the violinist who had captured his undying heart. Smiling kindly to her, his eyes turned vermillion.
Red to signify that he had grown emotional and thus, he revealed his true self to her, blocking out the crowd for only a moment, to smile at the woman. Without a word, his body lowered himself down on stage and all turned to gasp, all but Chris, Ryan, Justin, Vinny, and some of the crew guys, who knew this was planned. And Rose stood frozen, looking at her newfound mate as she followed his eyes, lowering her to finding him on one knee. The crowd had gone insane, screaming, wowing, and even urging the girl to say yes, which ultimately, she did.
Giving her a warm smile as a tear rolled down her left cheek, Rose it her lip and kneeled in front of him and signaled that they were equal in this, before saying the words Ricky, and she wanted to say" Yes. I will." She said to him kindly, her lips finding him as soon as the gorgeous ring was passed onto her finger. She whimpered softly at the roar that erupted and as they both embraced and kissed each other, Rose would mumble against his perfectly cold, pink, and pierced lips, words of love, of adornment, and Ricky would smile, taking her in as his own. Her very essence. Picking her up by her waist while embracing, he twirled her around and laughed happily, but placed her down as soon as he was done doing a full rotation. He wouldn't want her to get dizzy! "Let's hear it for the new missus Olson!!!" Ryan screamed into the microphone for his brother and his new sister, clapping to the engaged couple.
And Rose simply giggled at him, his gestures those of a child growing ecstatic as he saw the Christmas tree filled with presents. She had finally made it. And looking at the crowd beneath her, she smiled warmly, giving them a bow. This was her kingdom come, her snow-covered dream, becoming a reality.
Not some crazed fan, not a teenager pleading for a kiss or a hug, nor for them to suck their blood in an endless night of pure pleasure, no. She was another vampire, a rockstar, playing her violin for the world to hear, to get lost in the rhythm with her, as she joined her heroes, the infamous coven of Scranton, the only Motionless In White, in their crusade to give the world a new place of freedom. A place where everybody was accepted in what they truly identified us. Male, female, queer, or non-gender ghostbuster, it didn't matter to her, or the people she now worked with. They all loved their fans and did right by them to support them in all they could. Charities for the LGBTQ+ community, the supernatural community, and every person in the world that could be aided, would seek and help.
Yes, Rosalie, the musician who originated from Athens, Greece, was an immortal creature, a turned human who simply had been living a normal life in the states. Trained in classical music, adoring the way it soothed her and took her mind off of the difficulties of the daily schedule set to her by society and her parents, she abandoned her life there when she turned 22. It was not hard for her to get the documents required to leave, of course, and the moment she had her passport, her E-G work card, and her one suitcase filled with her most essentials, she left, running away and leaving behind everything that was pulling her down.
" How are we doing tonight Sacramento!" Chris asked, his panting echoing a bit at the microphone as he spoke, making a thumbs up towards the crowd as it roared towards the singer. " As you all know, we are joined on this tour by a lovely musician, a real close friend of ours, miss Rosalie Von A!" He introduced, smirking a bit as he looked at the young girl, a recently turned vampire who seemed to have been born to become a vampire. She was a natural. The way her beautiful and luscious hair scattered through the wind, the way her red eyes would scan the crowd as if they were her children to care. Chris knew by then that his blood brother, Ricky, had made the right choice. He had made the perfect choice in accepting her as his eternal another half, his soulmate.
Speaking of the devil himself, dressed in his black attire for the night and his Ibanez Iron Label RGIB6 Baritone in his hands, attached to the strap that was helping the musician keep his organ in place securely, Ricky only smiled towards his Leader of the coven and blood brother, not believing it himself that this was a life he lead right now. The roar of the crowd gave him fuel. Energy to keep going, doing what he loved most, with the people he loved most.
His family.
His newfound mate, who he had come to adore in those three years they had been together as a couple. While Rosie, his sweet flower, had just barely turned 6 months in vampiric age, he admired her control, her need to survive, and to become better herself. Determined and honest about what she was. "Now that you have mentioned miss Von A," He said to the microphone, before pulling his guitar over his head and handing it to his guitar tech, exchanging it with a small leather envelope that was wrapped in a white velvet stripe, and then walked across the stage, to the violinist who had captured his undying heart. Smiling kindly to her, his eyes turned vermillion.
Red to signify that he had grown emotional and thus, he revealed his true self to her, blocking out the crowd for only a moment, to smile at the woman. Without a word, his body lowered himself down on stage and all turned to gasp, all but Chris, Ryan, Justin, Vinny, and some of the crew guys, who knew this was planned. And Rose stood frozen, looking at her newfound mate as she followed his eyes, lowering her to finding him on one knee. The crowd had gone insane, screaming, wowing, and even urging the girl to say yes, which ultimately, she did.
Giving her a warm smile as a tear rolled down her left cheek, Rose it her lip and kneeled in front of him and signaled that they were equal in this, before saying the words Ricky, and she wanted to say" Yes. I will." She said to him kindly, her lips finding him as soon as the gorgeous ring was passed onto her finger. She whimpered softly at the roar that erupted and as they both embraced and kissed each other, Rose would mumble against his perfectly cold, pink, and pierced lips, words of love, of adornment, and Ricky would smile, taking her in as his own. Her very essence. Picking her up by her waist while embracing, he twirled her around and laughed happily, but placed her down as soon as he was done doing a full rotation. He wouldn't want her to get dizzy! "Let's hear it for the new missus Olson!!!" Ryan screamed into the microphone for his brother and his new sister, clapping to the engaged couple.
And Rose simply giggled at him, his gestures those of a child growing ecstatic as he saw the Christmas tree filled with presents. She had finally made it. And looking at the crowd beneath her, she smiled warmly, giving them a bow. This was her kingdom come, her snow-covered dream, becoming a reality.