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Linkin Park's day job

By: freakXshowX06
folder Singers/Bands/Musicians › Linkin Park
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 3
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Gunshots

**Chione's POV**

I was sitting on the couch in the back when Chester, Mike and the others came in. I was extremely nervous because none of them had ever seen me in human form before. Chester was the first to arrive. Seeing me as a human, he immediately shut and locked the door. Smiling, he sat down at the opposite end of the couch. We sat there for who knows how long before he said anything. Of course, people started knocking on the door, but thankfully he ignored them. I opened my mouth to say something but Chester beat me to it.

"As good as you look in my shirt, we really need to get you some clothes of your own. Let me call Mike so he can get everyone else off the bus. I hope you don't have a problem with Mike. He's one of the 2 who picked you up and brought you here." Chester said, staring at me.

"Hey Mike, listen, I need you to do me a HUGE favor. Get everyone off the bus for a while. Because she's morphed into her human form. We need to take her clothes shopping. Yeah, I know. We're gonna have to get her dressed in something. Yeah, uh huh. Sure. Sounds good. In about 10 minutes? Thanks man, I really owe you for this." He said as he closed his phone.

He looked over at me and smiled. I was feeling nervous again, but when Mike knocked on the door and Chester opened it, I had to smile. The look on Mike's face. I had never received that sort of reaction from a human before. It was like he was impressed with what he saw. After a few minutes of staring at me, Mike took my left arm, Chester took my right and led me out to where I had been sleeping earlier. Mike began tossing clothes everywhere. Mike complaining about someone named "Anna". I didn't care to speak at the moment, so I let them dig through clothes, hold them up to me, and toss them one way or the other all they wanted. Finally, they seemed to agree on a black pair of pants with chains all over them and a black mesh-looking shirt over a pink tank top. They had put on these black leather boots that went up to my knees that had buckles going all the way up them. Satisfied with my look, they grabbed their wallets and cell phones and called a cab.

Standing in front of a HUGE 3 story building, my heart began racing. I don't like being around so many humans. Noticing my hestitancy, Chester took me by the hand. They led to me to all sorts of stores. Tossing clothes at me to try on, I became their personal model for the afternoon. They took me to buy underwear, shoes, dressy clothes, casual clothes, freaky clothes. Even Chester wanted me to get my nails done! After a while, we stopped for lunch. I was really craving meat, but the guys wanted pizza. We ate, they talked, I watched all the people.

Before I knew it, we were hailing a cab again. Going back to the bus where I now lived. I could tell everyone was back on the bus, so I morphed into panther again. Chester giggled at me and Mike took all my clothes. Mike entered the bus, followed by Chester. I hung back, wanted to stretch my legs a little more.

I had been laying outside, sunning myself when I felt Chester lay his head on my paw again. He looked amazing as a white tiger. We had been laying together for a while when we heard gun shots. I sat straight up, ears perked, listening. Chester morphed into his human form as soon as the rest of the band filed off the bus. I curled myself around Chester's leg when more gun shots were heard. Memories of that day came flooding back, and I began to wimper. Chester began scratching behind my ear, telling me things were gonna be ok. I saw a fox running for it's life, as hunters were chasing it. The look on the fox's face............

"Chester, get her back in the bus. NOW." Mike yelled as a bullet came whizzing over their heads.

Chester yelled for me to follow him, and I immediately obliged. Following him to the back lounge, I could feel my legs getting weak. I knew what was coming. In this state, I was sure to change into my human form. Not something I wanted to do. I felt weak, and knew I was close to completely passing out. I felt a second set on hands on me and the bus shake as it started up. Gun shots could still be heard outside the bus.

**Chester's POV**

"Chester, is she going to be alright? Those shots seemed to really spook her." Rob said, being careful to leave his hands where he sat them when she was still awake.

"Rob, I just don't know. I hope so. She morphed into her human form for me and Mike today so we could take her shopping. She didn't speak to us at all though. If she would only open up to me!" I replied, scratching behind her ear again.

"Dude, what's happening?? She's shaking again." Rob said, sitting back from her.

"Fuck! She's morphing!!! Bring me one of the bags Mike brought in, please." I requested, as she continued morphing, slowly.

Rob did as I requested. When he returned, she had completely changed. He gasped when he saw her. I couldn't help myself but smile to myself. With any luck, she would be mine. I covered her up with a blanket to let her sleep. Rob and I sat around for a while talking, mostly about her. She snuggled closer to me as she slept. Mike entered the room and joined in our conversation. I was still a bit amazed at the two of them for finding her. There are less than 100 of our kind left in the world!! The bus came to a stop, not wanting to move, I asked Mike to find out what was happening.

"Chaz, we've changed hotels because of what happened earlier. We've got to do the Tonight Show in about an hour. Bob is going to stay here with her." Mike said as he was called back up front.

"You and her need time alone. Where no one bothers you, so you can bond." Rob said out of the blue.

"I agree. But this lifestyle doesn't afford me much privacy." I replied, looking down at her and stroking her cheek.
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