Phoenix is an epic m/m paranormal tale. Join a large cast of characters as they fall in love, fight demons and try their best to save the world.
The vampire weaved in and out of tables, waving his hands in front of patrons who seemed not to take notice of his presence; instead they stared up at a woman on stage. “I do believe we have fallen deep into my memories. This isn’t precisely a dream the way the others have been. This is an actual memory.” Nat strolled through the dimly lit area, his fingertips ghosting down the length of a shimmering wood bar. He seemed to be pondering fondly on the sights of this place. Slowly he spotted himself amongst the crowd, sitting at a small table front and center to the stage area, staring longingly up at the woman that was singing. “There!” He shouted, almost stumbling as he started through the crowd. Lorenz jumped just slightly and went after the vampire, reaching out to try and stop him, a hand looping around the man’s elbow. “Nat vait! Vhat are ju doing?”
The vampire stopped short when Lorenz gripped his arm, his excitement momentarily stalled. Nat drew in a deep breath and let it out with a shiver of his entire body. “There I am. I was here…I saw her and…” Nat motioned up to the woman at the microphone— this caused Lorenz’s gaze to trail upwards. The moment blue eyes settled upon the woman singing he hissed through clenched teeth and took a step back. “It’s the demon!”
The woman was tall and beautiful, with a thin figure and long limbs. She had jet black hair, slicked back away from a snow white face. Her lips were painted blood red and her dark eyes seemed to draw the entire room under a spell. The woman’s every movement was almost ethereal. She was dressed all in white; her gown flowing around her feet and blowing in an unseen breeze. The vampire shook his head. “She was not a demon. Not in this moment anyways. That woman up on that stage is human, and I was captivated.” Nat swallowed hard, his eyes filling with shame and guilt almost instantly. Lorenz snapped his head to look towards the vampire. “Vhat are ju saying? She ist the demon. Ve have fought her und vait the demon is possessing this voman?”
Nat reached up to hold his head, starting to stumble. A pained look fell across his features and black spidery veins began to paint across his face, beginning from the corners of his lips. Lorenz gasped; reaching out to wrap an arm around the man’s back, helping to steady him. “Some humans choose to be possessed. They enjoy the power. They are the greatest charlatans the world has ever known. She was so charming, so innocent. I was a fool.”
Lorenz’s eyes went wide as he watched the black veins spreading across Nat’s face. “Ju vere poisoned!” Nat choked, finding it more and more difficult to remain standing. His dark brown eyes were becoming dull, almost clouded over like cataracts. “She kissed me.” He said with a soft dreamy purr to his voice. Lorenz gasped, ducking his head so he could throw one of Nat’s arms over his shoulder and hoist the vampire up. The doctor spied an Exit sign nearby and began to drag the other towards it. “That ist the way she made ju fall into this deep sleep. The same vay that Khaba Khyan did to me, she did to ju. Only her poison ist that of a demon, making it deadly.”
Nat was growing more pale and weak by the second, his figure becoming heavier against Lorenz’s body, but the German just kept dragging. They burst through the exit and were out on a dark street. “Nat, after the club, vhere did ju go vith her? Nat! Nat please stay vith me! Ju have to tell me vhere ju took the voman! Ju two left the club to go have sex. Vhere did ju!? Vhere are ju!?”
Nat’s head wobbled around and he moaned as if in terrible pain. After a long moment he coughed, black ooze dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. “We flew.” He muttered through parched and pale lips. Lorenz blinked a few times, looking around him to see the streets melting and giving way to trees and countryside. The street was now a path that led to an old crumbling castle covered in moss.
Lorenz gasped and started to drag the vampire, his legs having gone limp and leaving trails in the dirt behind them. “Aren’t ju a hopeless romantic. This makes things a thousand times more complicated ju know! Vhy couldn’t ju have been some sleaze und taken her to a damned roach motel that I could find on Google maps!”