Epilogue

 

Hundreds of years later-2002

 

I look around the backstage room, taking in the young teenyboppers with their mothers and the older fans, hoping to get intimate with one of the guys. I smirk and find Chelle’s gaze, the same smirk on her lips. I know her thoughts, “Another night, another feast of unsuspecting girls.” A wave of screams fills the air, signaling the Backstreet Boys arrival. They weave through the fans, signing autographs and posing for pictures. They talk with the fans and soon start escorting them out, coming back without the girls. Once the crowd has thinned, we make our move on a couple of male fans. To the untrained eye, it looks like we’re just making out with them, a warm up exercise before getting to one we really want. I kiss the guy’s neck, his vein popping out, a lighthouse for me. I sink my teeth in, letting out a soft moan as the warm blood fills me. I satisfy my thirst, knowing the stranger will wake up with a headache in the morning. “Missed some,” a centuries familiar voice tells me. He kisses my flushed lips, licking the spilled fluid from my flesh. His soft lips leave mine and I look into the purest blue eyes. His skin is warm and bright, I know he’s fed well tonight. “Got your belly full, Nicky?” I tease my lover. He nods and asks if I’m alright for the time being. I return his nod and look over his shoulder as the others come back after their feedings.

 

How far we’ve all come.

 

Shortly after I, Lynn Carter, was born into darkness, as I like to call it, Ana the gypsy came to the castle door. Kevin had Michelle greet her and right away Ana knew something was very wrong. Alex came face to face with one of his people and Ana, true to her nature, tried to kill him. Kevin intervened and impulsively drank from her, to the point of death. Alexander finally came out of his emotional stupor, arguing with him about how to handle the situation. They finally agreed that she couldn’t live for she’d still be a threat to them, to all of us. Alex didn’t want to kill her either, so he changed her.

 

Michelle was born that night, too. She asked Brian to change her. At first Brian resisted, but their love was too strong to be denied. He wanted her for all time and she wanted to be with him for all eternity.

 

Years passed as our family roamed the European land, keeping our lifestyle discreet. It was tough as infant vampires, learning how to get past the mortal hang ups of feeding from the living. In time we mastered the art of feeding without killing. Ana formed a bond with both Kevin and Alex, A.J. as he’s become known, but found eternal love with Kevin. She tamed his wild ways and he brings out the animal in her. Howard traveled with us and was born into a creature of the night at the mortal age of 27. Howie, as he’s affectionately known, has been on the prowl, to use a popular expression of these times, all these centuries. He recently found two women that he just couldn’t decide between. He met the women at a meet and greet similar to this one tonight. So we welcomed Terri and Sherl into our family when he created them.

 

And Alex, he grieved over his past and has come to terms with it. He apologized to Nick and I long ago and we’ve become close. Remember Sarah, me and Michelle’s close friend that Kevin killed? Well in 1669 Italy we found her. She is the reincarnation of Sarah, looks just like her, sounds like her. Sara and Alex fell hard for each other and have been together ever since. Chelle and I have even brought about her past life memories of us.

 

The Backstreet Boys were born when the guys just started singing together one day. Someone heard them and here we are today. We know it will end in a few years when they’re supposed to age. A.J. and Kevin have been planning our tragic “deaths” for months now. We will go underground then resurface in a hundred or so years, when no one will remember them. Who knows they may do this all over again with a new sound. Before we “die”, us girls want to have some fun with Nsync. So when you hear the wannabes of Nsync, died horrific and graphic, yet mysterious deaths….that would be our doing.

 

Nick pulls me over the unconscious man’s body and holds me in his lap as the others prepare to depart for the next city. I lean back, enjoying his warm embrace. “Happy, baby?” he whispers, nipping gently at my neck. “Very,” I reply, “I’m always happy in your hands.” We get up and as we walk out to the buses, I realize in his hands, in my hands is perfect for us. His life was in my hands at one time as my life was in his hands. We did what we had to do to be together always. Now here we are….

 

As my parting gift to all you, next time you go to a Backstreet concert and you receive the coveted backstage pass, your lives are in our hands….

 

The End

 

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