This is a short-fic about the fateful night when Benjamin "Benji" Law became a vampire. It's got some wicked repercussions for Benji this season (as well as next season...heh heh), but it's just a little siring tale. Comment away if you feel the need!
Rave On ~ A Tale of Benji ~ Part 1
Starring Edison Chen as Benji Law
Ryan Carnes As Rhymer
And ? as “Rave On” (The Raver Girl)
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“Feel that, Benj?”
Thump-thump-thump-thump…
It was house-music. “You feel that?” the teen repeated, this time nudging his friend softly in the arm.
Benji smiled, but only for a second. “Yeah, yeah. I feel it, man,” he replied distantly. As the boys approached the warehouse, the other, more enthusiastic one had some words of advice.
“Benji-man, I think I know what you need.” He slid a cigarette from his pocket and raised it to his lips. “You need to follow Rhymer’s Rule of Rave…Number One…” He finished his sentence and lit his cigarette.
Benji rolled his eyes. “Oh God, not that again.”
“It’s all about a good time!”
Benji reached for the door, but Rhymer stopped him in his tracks.
“Hold up, man! It got a lot more to tell you. See, I know what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna go in there, take that party by the nads an’ live it up—for about 5 minutes. Then you’re gonna come to me and complain that you aren’t having fun.” He cocked his head smugly. “I just gotta feeling is all.”
“Well, we’ll see.” Benji answered, reaching for the handle again.
Rhymer changed his tone. “Look—just promise me you’ll have fun?”
“That’s what I came for,” Benji said. With the opening of the warehouse door, a flood of techno beats washed out into the parking lot.
Benji and Rhymer worked their way down the stairs, past the staggering and drunken bodies of their peers. The DJ’s sound just got louder as the boys pressed on. This had to have been the loudest graduation party ever.
Rhymer began instinctively bobbing to the beat as soon as he stepped into the room, but Benji took a while to get started. After a moment of chilling by the entrance, Benji pressed his lips to Rhymer’s ear. “I’m going to see who’s here,” he explained.
Rhymer had no idea what the Hell Benji had said, but it sounded good to him. He nodded his spiky head emphatically and propelled Benji into the thick of the partying crowd. “Rave on!” he cheered.
The immediate shock of drowning in a throng of ravers wore off quickly, and somehow Benji navigated his way to the front of the room intact.
“So…who’s here?” he thought to himself. He moved to the rhythm obligingly as he walked past the DJ, but wasn’t in the dancing mood. His parents had planned a grand graduation night for him: a party at the house, probably presents. But Benji has declined. After much insistence from his best friend, Benji decided to come to his rave.
“So here I am, Rhymer,” Benji mused. His eyes darted around the room, almost desperately looking for someone or something to catch his interest. “Give me something to work with here!” he screamed silently. Party lights flashed and about a hundred kids waved their glow-sticks triumphantly above their heads. So why wasn’t it enough?
Slowly, Benji drew away from the party, frustrated. In passing he nodded to a few classmates—former classmates as of 2:00 PM that afternoon. With a sigh, he sank back, shoulders against the cold, concrete wall. He felt the sound vibes quake against his clothes.
His eyes snapped up when another dancer walked too close, practically stepping on his shoes. “Um…hey--”
“Hey yourself,” she purred. This girl definitely wasn’t one of Benji’s classmates. She shook some glitter out of her pink and orange hair, and then blew her dangling bangs away from her face. “Hey there!” she shouted over the building beat.
“What’s up?” Benji asked, perking to attention. This girl could be interesting, he told himself.
The girl smiled. She heard him—Benji saw her react, but she didn’t answer. Strange that she even heard him over the racket around them. The raver leaned closer, placing her hand on the quivering concrete. “What’s your name?” she called out over the din. Her smile was inviting.
“Benji!” he cried. It was as if he was screaming to someone over a wide canyon, but she heard him regardless. “What’s yours?”
The girl leaned closer, putting her lips up to his cheek. She said something, but Benji couldn’t catch the name…
“You know what I wanna do?” the girl said in a suddenly louder voice. She then said something else he couldn’t hear.
Not knowing what else to do, Benji smiled falsely. “Rave on!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah! That’s it!” The girl started gyrating to the song again. She extended her hand and pulled Benji out of his little corner.
To Be Continued…
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