#bite the mic

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bite the mic 🦇🩸🎤 - prologue

a 10 chapter vampire rock band romance starring charlie (brat), eli (grump), and a tour full of blood, sex, and unresolved feelings. chapter one coming soon. prev | next

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chapter one: bloodflower ✿🩸 | 1/4

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chapter two: fang and flame 🦷🔥 | 5/8

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Eli: This is a mistake. Charlie: Probably. Do it anyway. Eli: I'm not paying you. Charlie: I'm not asking you to. Eli: Then what do you want? Charlie: Surprise me.

The first time they'd had sex, it had been desperate and clumsy, all teeth and fingernails and the kind of raw hunger that left marks. Charlie had expected Eli to leave afterward—most of them did, especially the ones who came with that much emotional baggage strapped to their backs. Instead, Eli had stayed. They'd talked until dawn, trading stories and scars, Charlie's head pillowed on Eli's chest while he lit his cigarette.

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chapter two: fang and flame 🦷🔥 | 3/8

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Charlie: This spot taken? Charlie: Buy me a drink.

Eli had looked him up and down—taking in the fishnets, the smeared eyeliner, the silver rings glinting on every finger, the way his vest left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His gaze lingered on the leather shorts that were tighter than they had any reason to be, on the choker that drew attention to the pale column of Charlie's throat.

Eli: I don't buy drinks for attention whores. Charlie: Good thing I'm not asking for attention. I already have yours. Eli: Why are you dressed like that? Charlie: Like what? Eli: Like you're advertising something. Charlie: Maybe I am. A girl's got to eat, and not everyone pays for the music. Have to sus out the paying customers somehow. Eli: Are you a prostitute? Charlie: I'm a musician. Eli: That's not what I asked. Charlie: It's what I am. Eli: Among other things. Charlie: When I need to be, does that bother you? Eli: Should it? Charlie: Most people think it should. Eli: Most people are hypocrites. They'll pay for everything else—your voice, your art, your time. Why should your body be different? Charlie: That's unusually enlightened of you. Eli: I'm not most people. Charlie: No, you're not.

They'd argued for an hour after that, trading insults and increasingly creative threats while the bartender pretended not to eavesdrop. Charlie had discovered that Eli played guitar, that he'd been classically trained before being turned, that he had opinions about everything and the vocabulary to express them with surgical precision.

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chapter one: bloodflower ✿🩸 | 2/4

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Eli: You're fucking late. Charlie: Traffic was murder. Charlie: Literally. There was this pile-up on sunset— Eli: Cut the bullshit. You smell like sex and someone else's blood. Charlie: Jealous, baby? Eli: Disgusted. Charlie: Same thing, coming from you. Nova: Jesus, can you two get a room? Or better yet, kill each other quietly? Charlie: Working on it. Rafael: You're spiraling again, and frankly, it's getting boring. Charlie: So is your playing, but you don't see me complaining. Rafael: Excuse me? Lana: Boys. Please. Lana: Charlie, you missed three interviews today. Victor's ready to feed you to the press. Charlie: Victor's been dead for centuries. He'll survive. Lana: He can still drop your ass and find a new frontman who shows up on time. Charlie: Pfft, good luck finding someone who can drop panties like I do. Eli: Confidence, how refreshing. Charlie: You'd know all about dropping panties, wouldn't you, Eli? Charlie: Or do you prefer boxers these days? Eli: Charlie. My dressing room. Now. Charlie: Ooh scary. What are you gonna do, lecture me about responsibility? Eli: Move. Now. Charlie: Fine, but make it quick. I've got a show to steal.

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chapter two: fang and flame 🦷🔥 | 4/8

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Eli: You're wasting your talent, playing dive bars for drunks who don't appreciate art. Charlie: And you're wasting yours sitting in corners judging people. When's the last time you actually played for someone? Eli: I don't perform. Charlie: Bullshit. Everything you do is a performance. That whole 'mysterious loner' thing? That's just another act. Eli: You don't know anything about me. Charlie: I know you've been listening to every word I've sung tonight. I know you're trying very hard to pretend you don't want to hear more. Charlie: And I know you're not going to pay me for anything tonight. Eli: How do you know that? Charlie: Because you're going to come home with me anyway. Eli: Cocky. Charlie: Confident. There's a difference.

They'd left together twenty minutes later, Charlie's guitar case slung over his shoulder, Eli's fingertips brushing against his. The walk to Charlie's shitty motel room had been filled with the kind of tension that made the air itself feel dangerous.

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chapter one: bloodflower ✿🩸 | 4/4

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Eli: This doesn't change anything. Charlie: It never does. Still hate me? Eli: More than ever. Charlie: Perfect. Wouldn't want you going soft on me.

Victor: Fifteen minutes to showtime, please tell me you've worked out whatever this is. Charlie: We're fine, just a creative difference. Victor: Creative difference... I've heard that one before.

Rafael: You two sort your shit out? Charlie: We don't have shit to sort out. Rafael: Right. My mistake.

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chapter one: bloodflower ✿🩸 | 3/4

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Eli: What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have any idea what you put us through? Sixty-three calls, Charlie. Sixty-three fucking calls, and you couldn't be bothered to answer one? Charlie: My phone was on silent. Eli: Your phone was on silent while you were balls-deep in some groupie who probably doesn't even know your real name. Charlie: At least I'm getting laid. When's the last time you got your dick wet, Eli? Or are you too busy being a self-righteous prick to remember how to have fun? Eli: Fun? You call this fun? Showing up late, high, and reeking of someone else? You're a fucking mess, Charlie. Charlie: And you're a stuck-up asshole who wouldn't know a good time if it bit you on the ass. Charlie: Which is probably why you're so fucking uptight all the time. Eli: You want to know why I'm uptight? Because I have to watch you destroy yourself night after night, and I can't do a goddamn thing about it. Charlie: Aww, does poor Eli have feelings? Eli: Shut the fuck up. Charlie: Make me. Eli: I fucking hate you. Charlie: Good, hate me. It's the only honest thing about you. Eli: Look at you, covered in some stranger's marks. Do you even remember his name? Charlie: Do you care? Eli: I should. I should walk away and let you destroy yourself. Charlie: But you won't. Because you're obsessed with me. Admit it. Eli: I'm obsessed with hating you. Charlie: Same thing. Eli: You're going to be the death of me. Charlie: Promise? Charlie: The show, Eli: Fuck the show. Let them wait. Charlie: Victor will— Eli: Victor can go to hell.