The True Queen Of The Damned

~Wow, I got better reviews for the last chapter than I thought I would. I am glad you all want me to continue this story. I have been thinking about it a lot, so I hope this chapter turns out as good as the last. DISCLAIMERS: I do not own Linkin Park or any of the other bands mentioned in this story. This in no way reflects the lives of any of these band members. I do not own any of the songs either so don’t sue me. Good, now that is done so enjoy this chapter and REVIEW DAMN IT! ~

CHAPTER TWO: The Cold

He sighs softly as he looks at himself in the steam-covered mirror, in the bathroom of his hotel room. He looked like shit. He was exhausted and drained, but there was nothing he could do about it right now. He was in the middle of a tour and couldn’t take the time out just to relax.

Shaking his head he moves to his bed and lays down closing his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping well, his dreams of her haunting him. His last dream had been vivid with them making love to one another, and now he couldn’t wait for the one to awaken her. He could still see how she looked, her supple breasts sitting high and firm, still hear her moans as he slid his length in and out of her body. Just thinking about it his erection harden painfully, causing the towel to lift, creating a tent with his erection being the pole. He sighs and slid his hand under the towel causing it to fall open as he wrapped his hand around his erection and slowly began to move his hand up and down.

His breathing quickened as visions of her flashed behind his closed eyes causing him to quicken the movement of his hand, a groan falling from his lips in pleasure, his hips arching wildly into his hand. Movements became frenzied as he could hear her in his mind screaming and moaning in pleasure, her name beginning to fall from his lips.

“Servanne… My Queen…”

He was so close to cumming that he was totally lost in himself and the visions, his hips jerking in a faster pump trying to push himself over that edge.

So close… So close…

Suddenly a huge gust of wind flew in as his window opened by itself, candles fighting for survival before succumbing to the powers of the wind and dying. He sat up quickly his eyes searching around wondering what the fuck was going on, then the candles started lighting one by one until the room was once more illuminated by light, and his breath caught as his eyes locked on the sight in front of him in disbelief.

There stood, in all her hauntingly beautiful perfection, the woman of his daydream. The Queen. She was dressed in a flowing black dress with long triangle shaped sleeves that hung from the dress, a high slit up the front of the outfit, showing off shapely mocha colored legs, long black hair flowing around her, emerald green eyes sparkling as they stared into his own dark ones. He quickly attempted to stand only to be stopped by the sound of her voice and her words.

“Do not move, my pet, on my account, besides… I need your help darling, and from the looks of things you need mine.”

He sat back down on the bed, not worried about his nudity, and just watched her for a moment. She was the Queen, the very breath of the vampire world, and his Mistress. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he spoke watching her stand as still and as beautiful as a marble statue.

“Who woke you my Queen?”

She smiled at him unable to help it, he looked so adorable in his nude form, his hair wet and slicked back from being in the water, his body nicely muscled and pale, he was as always the perfect pet and her favorite. She said nothing and just unclasped her dress allowing it to fall to the floor in a whisper of silk, watching his eyes roam over her body as she moved toward him and pushed him back so that he lay back on the bed. She spoke then, finally, as she straddled him kissing him softly, her words a whispered enchantment, a hauntingly beautiful alluring tone.

“Chester Bennington woke me my pet, and I want you to bring him to me.”

“Chester Bennington?” he asked wanting to make sure he had heard her right, “It will not be easy my queen… Chester is… well… difficult.”

“I trust you my pet, you have not failed me before and I do not expect you to now.”

He didn’t get the chance to respond to her kind words before she wrapped her hand around his hardened length and positioned him at the entrance to her heat, then pushed down on him, impaling herself on him, causing a groan of complete pleasure to fall from his lips as her sweet moistened heat enclosing around him.

His daydream was becoming reality as he rolled her beneath him and slowly slid out of her before plunging back into her tight sheath. She was like liquid fire inside of her body, her sweet juices pouring over his erection, showering him with her very being. He opened his eyes to look into hers as she pulled him close to her pressing her lips into his, and his tongue parted those honeyed lips and invaded her mouth as the words of his song started floating through his head.
 

We Kiss
The Stars
We Writhe
We are

Her body moved at her command a silent order for him to move when he paused. Her mouth moved over his chest erotically as he broke their kiss to lift himself up so he could thrust more deeply, her tongue stroke, caressed, driving him insane. She felt his hand tightening on her hips nearly to the point of pain, that had she been human she would have felt it. She growled lowly as her eye color went from emerald green to blood red in the heat of their passion, her fangs lowered and sank deep, and his body surged forward to bury itself in her again and again, his thick length knowing every pleasure point inside of her, as he screamed in pleasure of her biting him. A streak of lightening cracked the sky and thunder rumbled. The lightening sizzled and danced, streaked through the open window, a white-bluish whip searing them both, welding them together. She cried out with pleasure and ecstasy as he struck her g-spot again and again. His shout, hoarse and enchanted, mingled with hers.

He moved with a frenzied pace thrusting his length in and out of her, nearly unable to bear the tightness of her wet velvet sheath clothing him, so hot and addicting that he wanted to lose himself in his Queen forever. The fiery friction in cahoots with the pleasure of her feeding off him, consumed him, became him, until he was riding a crest so high with pleasure the he lost all concept of time and space. Colors danced behind his eyes, vivid and bright. Their scents musky and fragrant, mingled, an intoxicating perfume created from their lovemaking.

Your Name
Desire
Your Flesh
We Are

Cold
We’re so Cold
We are so
Cold
We’re so cold

The Queen lifted her hips to meet him as she ran her tongue over the pinpricks in his chest. She cried out in heated pleasure as he surged forward again, penetrating her, filling her, her body slick and wet and hot, coiling around his tightly. Her pet was so good… it was always like this between them, and though he was not her King she loved him and he was her favorite of all her pets.

He threw back his head as he took her, his bodying raging out control. He was so close to release it was as if he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. White lightening arched between them and set them on fire. His body was no longer his own, it was hers to do with as she pleased. Her body was joined with his very soul. He felt her tighten around him crying his name out in release and he followed crying her name out to the ceiling as if trying to declare he was hers to the heavens.

Your Mouth
These Words
Silence
It turns

“Wayne!”

“Oh god…Servanne!”

Humming
We Laugh
My Head
Falls Back

They clung to each other as their bodies shook with their release, spiraling through an endless void of sheering light and pleasure until neither had anything else left to give, each milked of their juices, their bodies growing weak in pleasure… and throughout all this…their bodies stayed cold.

Cold
We’re so Cold
We are so
Cold
We’re so Cold.

After resting for a few moments Wayne Static rolled onto his back pulling her on top of him. Pushing her hair out of her face he held her as she laid her head on his chest gently kissing him. His heart swelled inside his chest with his love for her. She was his everything, and was the one woman he would die for. He would never love another, his life and heart was devoted to her until the day he died.

“I will bring him to you my Queen… tomorrow night at your return party I am going to throw.”

The Vampire Queen Servanne smiled softly her love for her pet pure. She was not the coldhearted vampiress everyone took her to be. She sat up and kissed him softly her emerald green eyes, now their original color, looking into his dark orbs before she spoke.

“Thank you my love… let us hope this one with the angelic voice is the One.”

Wayne smiled stroking the side of her face gently. He knew she was growing tired of the search, and this time he truly hoped Chester was the one as he could think of no other worthy enough of his queen.

“He is worthy my Queen… and equally beautiful, you will be pleased.”

Servanne smiled yet didn’t say anything her head resting against his chest. She knew that Wayne would never lie to her so she was already pleased, and soon, after she laid eyes on the one that awoken her, she would return her tomb and sleep until awoken, hopefully, by the one who voice woke her this time. She sighs a little then felt Wayne’s even breathing and relaxed against her pet glad for the dark curtains that shut out the light of day that was rising before she too closed her eyes only she slept the death like sleep of Vampires. Her last thought was of the night that would soon come and the beautiful voice of the one who had awaken her.

Soon Chester… Soon…

End Chapter 2

~WOAH! I just read it over and it came out better than I thought it would. I worked hard on it and I think it shows. Let me know what you think. I want a WHOLE LOT of reviews. I will start working on the next Chapter immediately in which we will finally see CHESTER! ::Gasps!:: LOL! All right now do me a favor and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! ~