~~Chapter 2~~
~~Bleeding Souls Index~~
"He has, huh?" Jenny, Lisa's friend, said on the other end.
"Yeah, I can't really place it. But he's not acting himself."
"Well, all I can say is that ever since he became a vampire, he has become sexier than..."
"Oh stop," Lisa said laughing.
Michael started down the stairs and heard Lisa talking on the phone. He quietly sat at the bottom of the steps and listened.
"Well, you know it's true." Jenny said.
"Please. Michael was just as hot when he was human." Lisa joked.
Michael covered his mouth to keep from laughing. He could feel himself turn red.
"True." Jenny said. "But now that he's darkness....isn't he...."
"Better in bed? Heck yeah!!" Lisa said. She started laughing.
Smiling, Michael quietly and cautiously walked over behind the couch.
"You know it, girl." Lisa continued. "But I really do love him. He's--"
Lisa jumped when she saw Michael out of the corner of her eye. He had his hands behind his back and a smirk on his face.
"What is it?" Jenny asked on the other line.
"Oh nothing. Mr.Darkness himself scared me half to death. I'll call you later, Jen. Okay?" She hung up.
"Michael, I can't believe you heard all that." Lisa said.
"Don't worry, I didn't hear too much." He smiled broadly. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you, I'm going to see Debbie."
Lisa looked at him but said nothing.
Michael cleared his throat. "Um, Debbie Rowe. Just to see how she's doing."
Lisa nodded. "Okay, okay. Tell her I said hi."
Michael couldn't help but notice� the awkwardness between him and Lisa. Michael gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
"I'll see you later, okay?"
Lisa nodded. "okay."
Debbie looked at herself in the mirror.
"How are you today, Deb?" She smiled at the mirror. "I'm just fine and as sexy as ever." She laughed. She heard the doorbell ring. She took one last look at herself and went downstairs.
"Coming!"
She was shocked to find Michael Jackson at her door.
"Wow! Come in! Come in!"
As Michael walked in, he couldn't help but stare at Debbie. She looked good. She had lost a lot of weight. The make up and clothes she wore made her look beautiful.
"Wow, you look different." Debbie said. Michael sat down on the couch.
"You do too. You look gorgeous!" Michael told her.
Debbie smiled. "Yeah, I know. Would you like anything to drink?"
"No thanks."
Debbie sat next to Michael. Michael was more than different. He was stunning. She was more attracted to him than ever.
"So I heard you were back with Lisa Marie." Debbie said.
Michael nodded as if confirming his unavailability. It was very hard not to jump on her; she was looking very good.
There was a silence.
Debbie thought there was something so supernatural about Michael; something mysterious. She wanted him more.
Michael didn't know if it was her blood or her looks, but Michael really wanted to get close to her. Michael moved closer to her and kissed her neck. Debbie clearly enjoyed him too. Michael drew himself away from her neck and went to her lips. They kissed for a while. Debbie pulled away.
"Lisa Marie." She said. She grinned.
Michael nodded and smiled back. He didn't care. He continued to kiss her.
"Great story, Ray!!" a journalist said, patting Ray on the back. Michael Ray had made quite a name for himself in the media. Working for the National Enquirer, he was known as the best journalist ever. He would do anything for a story. His recent story about Madonna hit it big with the readers. Ray didn't think much of celebrities. They were just regular worthless humans. He was a vampire, part of the Night. All he had to do was look into a star's eyes and they would want to be his friend.
"Hey buddy!" his friend, Darius, said as Ray was heading to his office.
"Great job on that Madonna story!"
"It was nothing, really." Ray said.
"Your next target should be Michael Jackson.," he said, getting a cup of coffee.
"Why would I want to make a story about him?"
Darius laughed. "He's only the most intriguing, mysterious, attention-grabber superstar in the biz."
"Is he really?"
"Yes. All we've been coming up with is more stories about his nose." Darius said, passing him a copy of Enquirer. "If we could get a good juicy story out of him, we got it made."
Ray took a look at the picture of Michael Jackson. Admediately, he knew he was part of darkness too.
"I can't. I'm sorry."
"Oh come on. He's freakin' Michael Jackson! If you could get Madonna, you can get him. Come on, we're talking about bookos of money! No one can do it but you."
Ray smiled, his ego flowing sky high.
"You're right. No one can do it but me."