BOYS OF THE NIGHT - #6



AJ stepped out of the bus, watching as Brian fled from where he was standing.
"WUSS!!!" he shouted again, his hands cupped around his mouth, making an echo in the dark night. He started to laugh hysterically to himself.
AJ was wild. He was the "different" one of the group. His hair was dyed a white-blonde on top; his natural black showing through on the sides, creating a skunk pattern. His tresses were tousled, giving him a just-rolled-out-of-bed-look. Tonight, he was wearing his favorite pair of wraparounds. They fit comfortably over the bridge of his nose, concealing his soulful brown eyes behind a tinted blue lens. He sported a creative goatee that was an indescribable shape around his chin and thinly outlining his upper lip. AJ's clothes were colorful, almost blinding. He wore a baggy, worn-in pair of Tommy jeans - purple and yellow, of course - that hung nicely on his hips, showing just the right amount of boxer shorts to be considered sexy, but not overwhelming. Though he dressed quite loudly, he had an average face; handsome, yet not extraordinary. His personality however, was a completely different story...
AJ was a Gangrel, loyal but indecisive (explaining his fickleness and constant need for change). He was Kevin's hunting partner - they seemed to often times be inseperable even though their opinions and mind sets clashed. He was fiercely possessive of him and normally avoided contact with anyone other than his fellow bandmates. He'd met Kevin back in 1842 at New York tavern late one night. He'd gotten himself into a bar brawl and Kevin lended a hand in fending off the other drunks there. They'd instantly become friends. Kevin explained his life to AJ - his vampirism. He'd immediately become seduced by the thought of living for what was nearly an eternity when Kevin had revealed his true self. Everything after that had taken a course of it's own, his Embracing, his outrageousness, his meeting up the others who would soon make the Backstreet Boys.
He listened carefully now, breaking from the flashback, for Brian's heavy footsteps. The field was silent. Damn! he thought. Kevin would be mad that he had frightened his cousin. He also wouldn't be pleased that he'd killed another fan.
AJ walked along the edge of the clearing, peering into the bushes, searching for Brian. He picked up a long branch and jammed it through the brush.
"Brian? Briannnnnn," he taunted. "Come out..."
He laughed a little more to himself, drunk off the effects of the blood and the nearing dawn. He'd have to sleep in a while, he was exhausted. "Look Bri, I'm sorry. No, really. I am," he chuckled sarcastically. He waited a few seconds and then hurled the stick into the bushes with insane anger. "DAMMIT!! COME OUT OR I'LL KICK YOUR PANSY-ASS!!!"
Out of breath from yelling, he breathed deeply, trying to control his temper (which was easy to flare).
"Oh well," he said, fine now.
AJ looked about himself, bored and tired. Spying a tree, he walked towards the it. As he approached it, he stared up, eyes focusing on the upper branches.
He dug his fingers skillfully into the dark brown bark and scaled the trunk with amazing ease. He climbed as high as he could and then swung his body over to a large limb. He perched there, like a leopard waiting to pounce on prey.
The moonlight shone through the softly swaying leaves and branches, casting shadows that resembled spots all over his body. He turned his face upward, watching the stars high above him. He breathed deeply and then let it out in the form of an eerie howl. It was terrifying sound, long and sad, but it was also beautiful. It shot through the peaceful night, cutting silence like a blade.
AJ smiled at the wail still echoing in the wind and sighed contentedly. He laid out on the limb, resting comfortably. He had to enjoy these few hours before the dawn, because tomorrow they'd be on the road again, no time wasted, to their last show of the summer - Cleveland. AJ closed his eyes, concentrating on sleep, escaping the harsh realities of his stressful life, if only for a few minutes.