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Angels & Devils

Summary:
Seattle has been invaded by covens of Rogue Vampires - vampires who hunt and prey upon other vampires. Bella and the Cullen siblings are in Seattle for a rare night out on the town. They are attacked by Rogues, and Alice Cullen is lost in the ambush. The family fears the worse, believing that Alice is dead. Alice awakens with no memory of who she is, where she is or how she came to be there. She also has no clue that's she's fallen into the hands of an old enemy to her kind. A half-vampire who once waged a 50-year long war of vengeance against all vampires. A enemy so vicious that the Volturi had dubbed him with the name, "Lucifer", and who was long since believed to be dead himself.


Notes:
This is my first Twilight Fanfic. It is currently posted in part to the FanFiction.Net site under the same pen name, and has 52 chapters up. There is still a few hundred more pages that are written and waiting to go. I decided to post this to a few fanfic sites to see what feedback I can get from the experts. This story has some violence, language, and minor adult situations (not too descriptive or vulgar - I tried to keep in mind how SM handled such things in writing.) so I guess this would need a "R" rating. Thanks.


13. Chapter 13 - Hey?Hey? I Wanna Be A Rock Star

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Chapter Thirteen: Hey…Hey… I wanna be a Rock Star.

A few days after the shopping trip, I wheeled my hand-truck loaded with my Ampeg Bass amp and 410 cabinet through the rear door of trendy nightspot called “Club Cloak-N-Dagger”,with Angel tagging right behind me carrying my Zon bass in its case like she was my own personal roadie. I chuckled to myself thinking that not even the highest paid professional rock stars had roadies that looked like Angel, though I sure they would have loved too!

She looked around the huge club, brightly lit with the house lights for a change, and strangely silent with only the sounds of the employees getting the place ready for the main doors to open in a few hours. The nightspot had the feeling of a sleeping beast, just getting ready to awaken. The stage area seemed to hold a certain special fascination for her.

“I feel like a rock star being back stage,” she told me with a hint of excitement, seeming to be thinking the same thing I just had been, while continuing to check out the dark stage lighting suspended over the stage. “I bet you never get a good look at this stuff during club hours when everything is going.”

“No, the lights are pretty bright… and hot, from the stage,” I told her.

I chalked her sudden interest in the entertainment world up to the last few days that she’d spent viewing every music station my TV would pick up. I believe that by now, she knew every top-40 music video by heart… and could sing them better than the original artists could.

The small vampire had dressed in a casual but classy outfit that she claimed she had bought especially with tonight in mind. It was still hard for me to believe that the white silk blouse and red vest alone cost three times what I would bring home in pay for the gig tonight. I had no idea what the skin-tight shiny black pants were, I only knew that she paid over $200 for them… and that they looked good on her.

Even in the uncharacteristic lighting of the club now, Angel still seemed to shine like one of her namesakes.

I was going to suggest she keep my old band jacket with her, if only to identify her as being with the band to the club security and other employees if she came and went from the stage area. And thus they wouldn’t bother her looking for a cover charge if she wandered around while I was busy or on stage. Even though I kind of thought the worn out coat would clash and ruin the effect of her current, more expensive, garb. It would be easier than having to stop and confirm she was with the band several times tonight.

I never got the chance to suggest it before we left home, as she showed up wearing it anyway as I loaded my gear into the back of the Ford. She didn’t seem to mind either that it almost fit her a little like an overcoat, or that she had to roll the sleeves up so they wouldn’t over-hang her slim arms.

I also noticed now that she further claimed the coat as her own by adding her golden ‘A’ brooch to the front of the jacket, right above where my name had been embroidered.

I had a feeling that I was never going to get the coat back at this point… but that was all right with me.

But on the plus side, I’m almost positive I’m the first one in the band to have a vampire for a faux groupie… so that should count for something, even if I could never mention it to anyone – ever!

The rest of the band for the most part was already there, and this was easy to tell because I saw all their vehicles parked by the stage door as we pulled in. They were almost done with setting up their gear on the low stage as Angel and I walked in.

Kim, our female lead singer, was the first to notice our arrival. She turned at the sound of the door opening, and then did a double take as she saw Angel trailing behind me carrying my bass case. She covered the look of shock on her face almost immediately, as she tried to nonchalantly elbowed our keyboard player, Aaron, who had been bent over the back of the PA system with her as they connected the complicated tangle of wires and patch cords that made the power amps, mixer, and soundboard all work together.

Aaron irately waved her off the first few times as he concentrated on getting all the connections right, until she eventually got his attention with her persistence and he pulled his head out from the stacked rack cases to see what she was on about.

“Here it comes,” I thought silently, and I had been partly dreading this moment ever since I agreed to let Angel come with me tonight. I have never left a gig with any of the real so-called ‘groupies’ that follow the band around, let alone ever brought somebody to one of the shows.

Without a doubt at this point in our band history, the others just assumed I would never leave or show up with a woman, and probably privately questioned among themselves where certain of my orientations lay. Not that I ever made an effort to enlighten them, as I considered the matter none of their damn business.

And by the look on their faces, they certainly had never considered I would ever show up with anyone who looked like Angel does.

I’m not sure if that doubt in my prospects of snagging a pleasing partner ticked me off or not, just yet.

Aaron’s jaw dropped for a few seconds, then he rubbed his eyes to see if he was seeing things in the current harsh lighting of the venue.

I immediately got the point of their looks of pure amazement and decided it was indeed annoying, and thus, it started to make me grumpy before I even had said hello to any of them. I never really talked to anyone that I didn’t have to… mostly because intoxicated people made very little sense most of the time, and because it was probably a good idea for me to keep as low of a profile as I could if possible. Don’t ask me why I chose to join a cover band in that case; I’m still trying to figure that one out myself. The end results is I never left a single show before with anyone, mostly for the very same aforementioned two reasons.

And I’ve never before brought a girlfriend to a gig. So what?

It didn’t mean that I couldn’t get a girlfriend if I really wanted one! And I really don’t think you could classify Angel as a girlfriend actually. At the moment she was more like Dick Grayson to my Bruce Wayne… or given the fact that she was still stronger and faster than I, it might be the other way around… but you get my point.

And also, you try being a hundred and twenty years old and find something in common with women today to talk about. Not as easy or comfortable as you might think!

Kim bounced lightly from the stage to greet us, something she never did when I arrived by myself, mostly I got a nod and a small wave from her by way of hello.

“Hi, Justan,” she called, overly sweetly, which immediately set my nerves on edge. “Who have you brought with you?” she asked next, innocently of course.

As if she didn’t know!

Kim had been one of the worse offenders, ragging on me the most during the last weekend’s gig, when Angel had been dancing and spurious flirting all night below my place on the stage.

Kim had found it so entertaining to torment me most of the night that there was no possible way that she couldn’t help but recognize exactly whom Angel was.

“Kim, this is Angel,” I said by way of introduction, and being falsely polite in the most obvious of ways to let her know she wasn’t fooling me. I did mention before that band mates could be like siblings, right?

Especially when it comes to heckling each other.

Kim’s smile grew as she saw she was getting a little bit of a rise out of me, and I made a mental note to mention how wide I thought her butt was getting tonight… over the mic sometime during the set. Bands are like families in a way as I said, the siblings can’t help but to bicker and tease whenever the opportunity presents itself… but revenge can be a bitch.

A lot of the time, I would give anything to be an only child though.

“Angel, this is Kim, our lead singer,” I finished the introductions.

Angel must have sensed my agitation, because she turned on her vampire charm as she shook Kim’s hand. Kim probably didn’t notice how cold and hard Angel’s own hand was, as she seemed to be caught in Angel’s golden eyes, and falling under her spell.

“N-Nice to meet you,” Kim stuttered out, unable to break away from Angel’s stare.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Angel said sweetly with a dazzlingly smile. Kim was happily married to Jimmy, our drummer, and as far as I knew wasn’t much interested in other woman in an intimate way… but I was suddenly pretty certain that she would have left him in a heartbeat at the moment to follow Angel to the ends of the Earth.

“Knock it off,” I sub-vocalized, knowing Angel would hear me perfectly… and that Kim wouldn’t notice anything at the moment but what Angel wanted her to notice.

Angel let go of Kim’s hand at the same time she released her gaze, and the singer took half a step back and shook her head as if she’d been daydreaming. She suddenly looked a little flushed to me.

“Whoa! Sorry… got lost there somewhere,” Kim apologized with a tiny bit of puzzlement. She smiled at Angel again, if Kim had a wise-ass comment lined up, to make about the young-looking vampire showing up with me, it appeared to have slipped her mind for the moment. “Can I get you something to drink?” she offered to Angel instead, while pointing at the bar, which had just finished setting up for opening. The woman looked very eager to please Angel in any way she could.

“No, thank you. I’m fine,” Angel told her.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything,” Kim said, looking just a tad disappointed. “Its nice to see Justan at a show with somebody. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you again. I’m quite sure I will,” Angel replied sweetly.

With that, Kim wandered away, pausing once to glance back at Angel and smile again as she mounted the side steps to the stage.

Yup. Kim had fallen under the vampire whammy!

Angel chuckled almost sinisterly.

“Say the word and I’ll have her barking like a dog for you,” she said lowly to me.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that. They’re hard enough getting along with without you messing with their heads,” I said in response.

“Sorry!” she said lightly. “I just sensed she was starting to annoy you, and I gathered she had intended on some teasing, so I’d thought I’d help.”

“Thanks anyway, but I think I can deal with them in the normal ways.”

I wisely chose at the moment to cancel the ‘wide butt’ comment later tonight. Not that Kim had a large backside or anything, quite the opposite really. I just had the mental imagine of Angel deciding it would be great fun to make her believe it, and then putting the thought in the singer’s head.

I abruptly realized I was probably was going to regret telling Angel to leave my perturbing band mates to me, as a moment later, I was back to being all out annoyed and grumpy again with my lot in life.

“Why Justan Archer! You old dog, you!” somebody shouted from the rear of the club.

Normally, it always brought a little smile to my face that not a single person had yet to figure out the word play with my current alias. But this time I groaned inwardly at the gratingly familiar voice, and then I turned in that direction to see Donny just parting company with the club’s owner and walking up to the stage area to join us.

His eyes were openly leering at Angel. If he had been of the canine persuasion, his tongue probably would have been hanging out and drooling too.

“I can see why you wanted the night off,” Novak said crassly, as he jovially punched me in the shoulder. It was all I could do to keep from growling and punching a hole in his chest and ripping out his still beating heart. It didn’t help matters any that he was bluntly looking over Angel like she was a hunk of fresh meat.

I tried to keep in mind that Donny was in layman’s terms – a swine when it came to women. And that he was pretty much clueless as to just how much he irradiated the rest of the population. He had always been the south end of a northbound horse, and he was never going to change.

“Hi,” he said to Angel, with what I’m sure he thought was a lady-killer smile. “I’m Donald Novak, lead guitar play and vocalist for the band,” he concluded proudly. Donny did share much of the singing with Aaron during the night to give Kim short breaks during the sets. To do otherwise, would quickly burn out her voice. The fact that I only sang several songs made me nothing but a back-up player in the group in Donny’s esteemed opinion. But then again, he also considered himself a guitar-playing version of David Lee Roth for some reason also, so his opinion didn’t mean much to anyone except him.

“And if I’m not mistaken – and usually I’m not about a pretty face,” he was now saying, “You were at the show last weekend, right?” He held out his hand with its callused guitar-player fingers for Angel to shake.

“Yes, I was. I’m Angel,” Angel replied, taking his hand briefly in hers. I was half hoping that Angel might take it upon herself to crush it, but she didn’t. To make it cheesier, instead of simply shaking it, Donny turned her hand over and gallantly bowed over it as brought the back of it up to his lips to kiss before she could completely pull it away.

“And what an angel you are indeed,” Donny said as he rose from his kiss.

I nearly barfed right there.

Angel, obviously being more tolerant, and gracious, than I was allowing myself to be at the moment, allowed the gesture, and only gave him a small un-encouraging smile in return.

But as usual, Donny didn’t catch on. With his perfectly combed blonde hair and chiseled features, he was a hit with the drunken groupies that followed the band from venue to venue almost every weekend, and he’s probably successfully bedded most, if not all of them to be sure. But occasionally he tries for a woman outside his class, and when he gets shot down, his ego normally chalks it up to the lady being a lesbian.

It must be so nice to live in his world?

“So, Angel… are you here with Justan?” he asked with a false virtuousness.

Dammit! I nearly cursed out loud. She was standing there holding my bass case and wearing my band jacket. What was there to doubt about whom she was with?

“Yes, I am,” Angel came back smoothly. “I’ve been staying with him since last week. He’s been very, very good to me during my visit.”

“Really?” Donny asked with a hint of surprise. Angel nodded solemnly to confirm her words and took a half step closer so that she could lean into me in an affectionate way.

Donny, being Donny, still didn’t get the hint.

“Well, if you ever get tired of shacking up with a lowly bassist,” he said, with what he probably thought were smoky bedroom eyes. “Let me know if you want to move on up to a guitar player,” he finished with a sly grin.

“Back off, Donny. She’s with me,” I said firmly with a hint of a deadly edge creeping into my voice, even half-vampires can get territorial on occasion if pushed. I was viciously wondering how he was going to play the show tonight after I broke all his fingers?

I must have uttered the comment louder than I had intended to in my sudden ire, because Kim turned toward us from the stage. She caught my attention out of the corner of my eye, and when I glanced at her she mouthed the words, “Don’t kill him. We need a guitar player tonight,” and then she gave me a sympathetic look that told me she knew exactly what kind of a schmuck Donny was being at that moment.

It made me feel a little better that someone understood what I was enduring, and my blood cooled a bit.

Despite her plea, and the band’s need for a guitarist, half my mind enjoyed the mental image of serving him up to Angel after all. It would serve him right to be made lunch.

The other half of my mind just wanted to slap him for being a sleaze now, but that was nothing unusual.

I told you, bands could be like family.

Angel was much more diplomatic about the matter, and she just gave him a vaguely apologetic look that said I had made a very valid claim to her company, and that she had no plans or intensions on changing that current situation.

Ever clueless, Donny gave a horselaugh and then popped me on the shoulder all friendly-like.

“Hey, Jus! Only kidding, buddy. You know that,” he said.

Yeah, and I’m the Pope with fangs, I thought to myself. Angel wasn’t quite done with him yet however.

“Thanks for the offer, Danny,” she started.

“Donny!” the guitarist correct immediately. I could see that he found it inconceivable that anyone, especially a beautiful woman, would ever forget his name just after meeting him a moment before.

“Opps, sorry!” Angel said with fake innocence that only I seem to catch. “But I think if I ever get tired of bass players, I’ll be trying a kazoo player next. Guitar players seem to be a dime a dozen and not very interesting. In fact, Justan was just telling me earlier today that you couldn’t throw a stick into a crowd of people without hitting three or four guitar players every time.”

It was priceless! Donny’s jaw just dropped open, and for once he was absolutely speechless.

I decided right then and there that I was instantly in love with Angel… who simply could not be after that slick burn? This was so much better than just simply killing him!

Angel waited a few seconds, and then gave him that heartbreaking smile.

“Only kidding,” she said, and her light laughter was musical, which was a delight after Donny’s clueless braying.

My own laughter wasn’t so polite. Lucky for him, I then decided to put thinking about his demise on hold for the moment, as Angel had just trounced him pretty good… and despite his lack of real social skills, he was an excellent guitar player. And we needed him if we were going to play tonight.

Donny could only just nod his head in bewilderment, “Hey, good one! No problem though, I was just jazzing ya,” he said as he turned to wander off, scratching his head all the way.

“Okay, I change my mind,” I muttered lowly as Donny drifted away. “Him – you can mind screw as much as you want,” I told her. “Though I’m afraid you won’t have much material to work with.”

Angel turned to me and grinned.

“That wouldn’t be much of a challenge,” she whispered back. “Besides, it was fun just to bust his bubble.”

Suddenly… I wasn’t so annoyed anymore.

Ricky was scheduled to take over from me at the midnight break and play until the 2am finish. The show started right at about 10pm, like it was suppose to. We may argue and annoy each other to the point of contemplating murder for the most part, but as a band we were a tight and coordinated outfit, like a well-maintained machine.

Angel started her night by dancing at my end of the stage once more, and this time I didn’t find it so unnerving. She showed her approval and enjoyment occasionally by closing her eyes and gently swaying in place, getting lost in the music, and in the process gaining her own set of admirers again from around the club. But then again, Angel could attract just as much attention by just standing in place as she did when she really moved on the dance floor.

I was flattered when she kept serious eye contact with me to show her support while I sang, “Smooth” by Santana – which is one of the tunes on a small list of songs I’d even attempt to sing lead on… as in my estimation, my singing voice was only barely passable at best. Angel nodded her head sharply once in a while as she danced, to let me know I was pulling certain parts of the song off wonderfully… in her gracious opinion.

I’m not sure if anyone else in the venue shared her optimism, but I found I appreciated her feedback and it gave me the urge to reach for new levels, so to speak. And I put more effort into my vocals and tried some new things.

After a little while I decided I didn’t care too much if anyone else liked it, with Angel there spurring me on… I was actually having some fun playing with Rob Thomas’s style on the song.

This time, and probably for the first time really, I paid more attention to the audience at the end of the Santana tune, and was genuinely surprised when I realized the amount of applause I was getting. Angel was first among them, jumping up and down of course, and cutting loose with several unladylike ear-piercing whistles. I glanced at my band mates, and saw several looks of slight surprise on faces, and Kim wandered over to me and slapped me a high-five, mouthing the words to tell me ‘I nailed It’, because we couldn’t hear each other over the crowd.

So I guess tonight was an all time best for me.

As my supposed girlfriend, Angel quickly became well known all around the club, and to its employees as being “with the band” in short order. Not that many people would have trouble noticing her regardless of who she had arrived with.

She helped out during the set by making runs to the bar to fetch drinks for the band whenever one of us waved to her. No matter how loud the music or crowd was, no one ever had to repeat an order to her twice, and I was hoping none of the guys would notice her apparent super-human hearing ability.

Likewise, the club’s security didn’t bother her when she decided to come up on stage and dance beside and with me while Kim belted out Melissa Etheridge’s “Like the way I do.”

I’d like to say that I was perfectly professional enough to not let Angel’s grinding against me from behind bother me during the end jam, but it was so distracting that it bordered on torturous – but in a good way.

Instead of getting annoyed, the rest of the band seemed to enjoy her impromptu antics. Pretty much everyone was powerless to become upset with Angel no matter what she did.

Kim, who was normally very territorial when it came to anyone who might have a better vocal talent than she possessed, didn’t seem to mind sharing the mic with Angel doing back-up vocals on Collective Soul’s “Better Now”. Even though Angel demonstrated that she was able to reach notes several octaves higher than Kim could.

But then again, Kim was still suffering from the Vampire whammy gaze, so she probably wouldn’t have uttered a peep if Angel decided to take over for the rest of the night and kicked her off the stage.

However, several times Angel retreated up to the stage solely because several guys became infatuated with her and refused to leave her alone after she refused their requests for a dance. Eventually, the bouncers caught on and started to shag the would-be dance partners away from the small vampire girl when they became too insistent. It was pretty obvious by the way they catered to her also, that Angel had them under her spell as well.

It had appeared that by the end of the first set, Angel, and her charisma, had pretty much taken over the club without anyone but me being the wiser.