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Shh, It's A Secret

Novel By: HorribleFreak
Fan fiction



Cody Carson is one of the world's most famous front men. With his band Set It Off hitting the stage every night and seeing that one girl in the audience with blood so sweet and taunting it’s so easy to give in to thirst. While the public eye sees a punk-rock star with millions of fans at his feet, there’s a secret hiding behind his ocean blue eyes. One so dark and deeply hidden that nobody but his last victims know of his ever-present bloodlust. But all that changes once he lays eyes on Ivy Porter, a seventeen year old girl who absolutely hates his music. It isn’t Ivy’s defiance that catches Cody’s attention, though it’s the way her blood smells, the way she walks, and talks. It’s how he’s seen her before way too many times. Ivy’s connection runs deeper than glances and every time her and Cody have ever met, it ends in tragedy. In a world of lives lived, Cody knows the risks of catching Ivy’s heart but will he give in to temptation? Or will he move on and wait for an eternity?
In the exciting first installment in this fresh new vampire series, see how the story of Ivy and Cody unfolds and find out if love is worth risking it all. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 30, 2012    Reads: 76    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


In all the eyes of the world, I've never seen any as bright as yours. And when I catch that very first glance I will know…

"Cody, your set list is ready."

I glanced up from my yellow notepad, stunned to find the stagehand Andrew staring down at me, microphone clutched tightly in his palm. The black and white-taped device a steep contrast to the pinkish colour of his skin. It wasn't a surprise, though. His palms always became a deep rosy pink whenever he handed me the mic on this tour, like he was holding on to it for dear life. And technically, he was but I wouldn't tell him that, he will figure out on his own. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow... it all depended on when I needed to feed. Which was soon.

"Thanks." I muttered as I set down my pen and paper, the tart scent of Andrew's blood becoming stronger as I reached out and gingerly took the mic. "And Zach, Dan, Maxx, and Austin?"

"Already going on stage."

"Opening with?" I asked.

" '@Reply,'" he replied with a smile.

I nodded and reached into my pocket, fingers coiled tightly around what I needed to make it through the next two-and-a-half hours. My last vile of precious blood. I looked at Andrew eagerly. "Andrew?"

"Yeah, Cody?" his brows furrowed. "Are you okay? You look a little sick."

"I'm fine." I put my hand slowly on his thin, bony shoulder trying to act casual and calm, even though my insides were screaming for my quick fix. I focused deeply on his eyes. All my strength building like a wall in my brain, forcing my will onto his puny mortal mind. "Andrew," I began slowly. "Right now, you will go on as you should. But when you are done, you will wait for me in my dressing room after the show. Don't tell anyone where you're going and if they ask say you're going to… get some air. Got it?"

Dreamy-eyed and dazed, Andrew nodded obediently. His mouth hung open and his showed nothing, no emotion but loyalty. I was pleased with my work. "Yes Cody. I will go get some air." He murmured silently before he walked away. His boyish figure disappearing into the dim lighted hallway leading to our dressing rooms. Compulsion was my greatest gift.

I smiled and pulled out the long, thin crimson tube. The sweet fragrance emanating off the glass so appetizing, I had to keep from biting the glass itself into shards. I took a quick glance into the mirror that rested across from where I stood. Andrew was right, I looked like crap. My usually bright white skin was tinted grey and dark circles laid just beneath the bottom of my eyes, like a human who hadn't slept in years. My dark brown hair still stayed in place, though. And my small black lip ring didn't seem in disarray. This one tube would really do everything justice. And it would hide the very thing that seemed so clear at just one glance.

I quickly uncorked the tube, inhaled the mouthwatering fragrance, tipped my head back, and chugged down its contents in one quick gulp. The thick syrupy blood coursed down my throat and warmth spread throughout my body as the lifeless image in the mirror became a tad more lively. Silencing the recent aches and soothing the fire-like tingle I've felt for too long. It was time for the show to begin.

I hurriedly shoved the tiny elongated vile back down into my pocket, anxious for my after show refill when our sound technician I didn't remember the name of rushed into the Green Room and beckoned me to follow. He was a man in his mid-twenties and had long dark hair fell in his face. His blood was no different from Andrew's.

Even at the great distance we had between the stage and us, I could already hear the hushed tones of the crowd, their heart beats filled with adrenaline as they wait to see my band and I play. Funny, I thought as we crept toward the entrance of the stage. These people came to see what they should be running from.

He held out my earpiece and gave me a thumbs up. "Have a good show Cody!" he shouted beneath the roar of shrieks as I carefully placed my earpiece into my ear. I nodded and tapped my microphone, signaling Zach to begin the first chord in '@Reply,' bracing myself for a roomful of temptation. I held my unnecessary breath as the frequency of shouts became so high I wanted to scream. But instead of screaming I sulked onto the stage. The bright lights beaming on my skin as an ocean of praise sweeps like a storm in the concert hall.

"They come out at night…" I hissed into the microphone, doing my best to believe that I'm satisfied with what I drank backstage. But in reality, it was a sad lie I had to go on anyway. Because, honestly in that room at that very moment, I hated every single person standing there with taunting blood and no inkling on how much willpower I was mustering. And it wasn't their fault and it wasn't mine either. I didn't choose to be a vampire. I didn't choose to be a monster whose sole purpose was to destroy instead of nurture. But as they say, the show must go on and I had another hour and a half to gain my composure. The mental clock in my head was ticking as the set list came closer and closer to an ending. Perspiration swirled around us as our final song played.

"Look whose laughing now!' I belted out, reaching my hand into the audience as we finished 'Breathe In, Breathe Out.' I stood straight, overjoyed that we were finally done. With performing at least. "We are Set It Off! We love you and please meet us at the merch. We'd love to meet every one of you bitches." I laughed rushing off the stage. Forcing myself to slow down to the human version of "running." That was one of the disadvantages of being part of the Undead: holding back.

As I sped passed the sound technician, down the hallway, and beyond the Green Room to the row of individual dressing rooms, I let full instinct overcome me. I opened my dressing room door to find Andrew sitting like stone on the black pleather couch with his hands resting neatly on each knee. It couldn't get any better than this.

I slammed the door shut in one swift motion and locking it to avoid complications and interference. I opened my duffle bag and pulled out a razor and some travel-sized shaving cream. "So Andrew," I said as I set the shaving cream and razor in his lap, "do you remember what you're supposed to say happened to your neck?"

He shook his head slowly. "No." he said.

I got down in front of him on one knee, placing my eyes on his. "You were shaving." I cooed softly. "You accidentally cut yourself with the razor." I took the razor and placed it gently in his hand. "You don't remember me coming in at all. In fact, you never even saw me. Okay?"

"Yes, Cody." he echoed.

"Good little stagehand. Now, tilt your head back and when I bite you, don't scream. Don't resist. Just let it happen."

Andrew did as he was told. Leaving his entire neck exposed for my convenience. His Adam's apple protruded through his skin.

I licked my lips. This would save me for about a week or two, then I'd have to repeat history. I leaned over Andrew, his body heat so evident it was like I was near a heater; his blood was warm and ready. Perfect.

I carefully rose to a stand to a stand and leaned down, closing in on Andrew's neck. I could almost feel the blood flow effortlessly through the veins as I slowly pierced my sharp teeth into his sharp flesh. It was after this feeding that my restless anxiety eased as the rush of endorphins rushed through my body. My muscles became less rigid and a feeling of newfound strength seemed to accumulate inside me. Forcibly, I pulled myself up gasping for air and took a good look at Andrew, his youthful face was rather drained, but not deathly so. And he seemed in good enough shape to stagger out of here without fainting. I wiped my lips on my dark sleeve and twisted my lips into a grin. After all, what kind of person would I be to not put on a big smile for my fans?

In all the eyes of the world, I've never seen any as bright as yours. And when I catch that very first glance I will know…

"Cody, your set list is ready."

I glanced up from my yellow notepad, stunned to find the stagehand Andrew staring down at me, microphone clutched tightly in his palm. The black and white-taped device a steep contrast to the pinkish colour of his skin. It wasn't a surprise, though. His palms always became a deep rosy pink whenever he handed me the mic on this tour, like he was holding on to it for dear life. And technically, he was but I wouldn't tell him that, he will figure out on his own. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow... it all depended on when I needed to feed. Which was soon.

"Thanks." I muttered as I set down my pen and paper, the tart scent of Andrew's blood becoming stronger as I reached out and gingerly took the mic. "And Zach, Dan, Maxx, and Austin?"

"Already going on stage."

"Opening with?" I asked.

" '@Reply,'" he replied with a smile.

I nodded and reached into my pocket, fingers coiled tightly around what I needed to make it through the next two-and-a-half hours. My last vile of precious blood. I looked at Andrew eagerly. "Andrew?"

"Yeah, Cody?" his brows furrowed. "Are you okay? You look a little sick."

"I'm fine." I put my hand slowly on his thin, bony shoulder trying to act casual and calm, even though my insides were screaming for my quick fix. I focused deeply on his eyes. All my strength building like a wall in my brain, forcing my will onto his puny mortal mind. "Andrew," I began slowly. "Right now, you will go on as you should. But when you are done, you will wait for me in my dressing room after the show. Don't tell anyone where you're going and if they ask say you're going to… get some air. Got it?"

Dreamy-eyed and dazed, Andrew nodded obediently. His mouth hung open and his showed nothing, no emotion but loyalty. I was pleased with my work. "Yes Cody. I will go get some air." He murmured silently before he walked away. His boyish figure disappearing into the dim lighted hallway leading to our dressing rooms. Compulsion was my greatest gift.

I smiled and pulled out the long, thin crimson tube. The sweet fragrance emanating off the glass so appetizing, I had to keep from biting the glass itself into shards. I took a quick glance into the mirror that rested across from where I stood. Andrew was right, I looked like crap. My usually bright white skin was tinted grey and dark circles laid just beneath the bottom of my eyes, like a human who hadn't slept in years. My dark brown hair still stayed in place, though. And my small black lip ring didn't seem in disarray. This one tube would really do everything justice. And it would hide the very thing that seemed so clear at just one glance.

I quickly uncorked the tube, inhaled the mouthwatering fragrance, tipped my head back, and chugged down its contents in one quick gulp. The thick syrupy blood coursed down my throat and warmth spread throughout my body as the lifeless image in the mirror became a tad more lively. Silencing the recent aches and soothing the fire-like tingle I've felt for too long. It was time for the show to begin.

I hurriedly shoved the tiny elongated vile back down into my pocket, anxious for my after show refill when our sound technician I didn't remember the name of rushed into the Green Room and beckoned me to follow. He was a man in his mid-twenties and had long dark hair fell in his face. His blood was no different from Andrew's.

Even at the great distance we had between the stage and us, I could already hear the hushed tones of the crowd, their heart beats filled with adrenaline as they wait to see my band and I play. Funny, I thought as we crept toward the entrance of the stage. These people came to see what they should be running from.

He held out my earpiece and gave me a thumbs up. "Have a good show Cody!" he shouted beneath the roar of shrieks as I carefully placed my earpiece into my ear. I nodded and tapped my microphone, signaling Zach to begin the first chord in '@Reply,' bracing myself for a roomful of temptation. I held my unnecessary breath as the frequency of shouts became so high I wanted to scream. But instead of screaming I sulked onto the stage. The bright lights beaming on my skin as an ocean of praise sweeps like a storm in the concert hall.

"They come out at night…" I hissed into the microphone, doing my best to believe that I'm satisfied with what I drank backstage. But in reality, it was a sad lie I had to go on anyway. Because, honestly in that room at that very moment, I hated every single person standing there with taunting blood and no inkling on how much willpower I was mustering. And it wasn't their fault and it wasn't mine either. I didn't choose to be a vampire. I didn't choose to be a monster whose sole purpose was to destroy instead of nurture. But as they say, the show must go on and I had another hour and a half to gain my composure. The mental clock in my head was ticking as the set list came closer and closer to an ending. Perspiration swirled around us as our final song played.

"Look whose laughing now!' I belted out, reaching my hand into the audience as we finished 'Breathe In, Breathe Out.' I stood straight, overjoyed that we were finally done. With performing at least. "We are Set It Off! We love you and please meet us at the merch. We'd love to meet every one of you bitches." I laughed rushing off the stage. Forcing myself to slow down to the human version of "running." That was one of the disadvantages of being part of the Undead: holding back.

As I sped passed the sound technician, down the hallway, and beyond the Green Room to the row of individual dressing rooms, I let full instinct overcome me. I opened my dressing room door to find Andrew sitting like stone on the black pleather couch with his hands resting neatly on each knee. It couldn't get any better than this.

I slammed the door shut in one swift motion and locking it to avoid complications and interference. I opened my duffle bag and pulled out a razor and some travel-sized shaving cream. "So Andrew," I said as I set the shaving cream and razor in his lap, "do you remember what you're supposed to say happened to your neck?"

He shook his head slowly. "No." he said.

I got down in front of him on one knee, placing my eyes on his. "You were shaving." I cooed softly. "You accidentally cut yourself with the razor." I took the razor and placed it gently in his hand. "You don't remember me coming in at all. In fact, you never even saw me. Okay?"

"Yes, Cody." he echoed.

"Good little stagehand. Now, tilt your head back and when I bite you, don't scream. Don't resist. Just let it happen."

Andrew did as he was told. Leaving his entire neck exposed for my convenience. His Adam's apple protruded through his skin.

I licked my lips. This would save me for about a week or two, then I'd have to repeat history. I leaned over Andrew, his body heat so evident it was like I was near a heater; his blood was warm and ready. Perfect.

I carefully rose to a stand to a stand and leaned down, closing in on Andrew's neck. I could almost feel the blood flow effortlessly through the veins as I slowly pierced my sharp teeth into his sharp flesh. It was after this feeding that my restless anxiety eased as the rush of endorphins rushed through my body. My muscles became less rigid and a feeling of newfound strength seemed to accumulate inside me. Forcibly, I pulled myself up gasping for air and took a good look at Andrew, his youthful face was rather drained, but not deathly so. And he seemed in good enough shape to stagger out of here without fainting. I wiped my lips on my dark sleeve and twisted my lips into a grin. After all, what kind of person would I be to not put on a big smile for my fans?





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