The only sad thing was that Anubis wasn't on set on the last day of Star's shooting, so he never got to say bye. He would call the man, but they never exchanged numbers, and he felt weird asking Chase for it, so he chalked it up to that being how things were supposed to be. Besides, it wasn't like he would never see Anubis again. They would be working with each other again in a few months. So he didn't need to feel down about the whole thing.
* * *
Late into a darknight on a deserted street, the sound of fists pounding into flesh could be heard. One man was sitting on the chest of another, cackling as he punched his victim's face in a rhythmic beat. Blood splattered on his face and clothes, and instead of being disgusted, it spurned the man on. His eyes glowed, taking pleasure in beating the shit out of his opponent, who no longer had the strength to fight. It was unknown how the fight started, and it was only a guess on how it would end as the man fell off. He tipped to the side of his stone-dead opponent, looking up at the moon.
“Fuck, this body is too weak,” the man grumbled. “I have to find a stronger one.” Sitting to the side, he looked at the dead body beside him. “It’s good to be back,” he smiled, licking blood off his fingers. “I miss being a part of a world where magic and power exist.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, moving his blood-soaked hand down his chest, stopping to grope his hard cock through his pants as he thought about being fucked by a sexy man with a hard body and thick, long dick. He remembered how he had died the last time. He was being fucked so good, and the cops had to ruin it. So what if he was going to kill his bed partner after he came? But how dare they interrupt his glorious moment? He delighted in hearing the deep moans followed by their screams. Oh fuck, the memory was so good to him that the man couldn't help but pull out his cock and stroke his erection. The scent of blood and the midnight air prickling his skin hastened his orgasm, and he came quickly with just the thought of fucking the man he yearned for and had followed from one world to the next.
Lying on his back, panting for breath, the man looked at the moon as he licked off the cum and blood from his hand and thought of his beauty and the day they would be together again. But he wasn't strong enough yet, and until then, he must bide his time. Rising to his feet, the man dusted off his pants, fixed his shirt as if there weren’t a speck of blood on it, and walked away, not looking back at the mutilated body. A smile crossed his bloody face.
“Soon, I will find and possess you. Until then, live your life while I hunt and get stronger.”
* * *
“What seemsto trouble you tonight, young man.”
Star looked away from the moon and stared at the gorgeous woman he’d dubbed the lady of the bridge, because it was as if every time he came for a walk to clear his head, she was there, where they would talk about this or that. Or sometimes, they stayed silent until one left the other. He’d often wondered if she was a ghost who haunted the bridge. They had never shared personal information such as name and occupation, but Star found talking to her a delight. Not only that, she had a hypnotizing voice. It was late into the night, and he was having trouble sleeping. So, instead of tossing and turning all night, Star went for a walk and ended up on the bridge, one of his safe spaces.
“What is a beautiful woman such as yourself doing out this late at night?” Star asked her.
“This old woman couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk.”
Star scoffed at her, referring to herself as an old woman. Ghost or not, she had clear brown skin and not a wrinkle in sight. They stood silently, listening to the water hit softly against the bridge supports.
“To have a new beginning, you must let go of your past,” the lady of the bridge uttered.
“What?” Star said, wondering if she was referring to him.
She turned to face him. “You’ve clung so tightly to your past. All you can see is the murky waters.” She stepped closer to Star. “Embrace the love of your future, and I promise all will be clear.” She gently touched his shoulder as she passed by him. “Until we meet again.”
Star watched as she walked away, wondering why the hell people in Valleywood sometimes talked in riddles. Even after finding out about magic, he still thought some people were weird as hell.
* * *
A couple of months later,Star was on cloud nine. He would finally get his hands on the first script for theMy One-Night Standseries and meet the crew. It was not usually done, but according to Fiona, who spoke with Anubis's assistant, Tyrek, Anubis wanted the crew to have a close connection since they would be working together for a long time and needed some comradery, even though they weren't going to start filming for another month.
Star was also excited about the prospect of seeing Anubis. Since their time on set, Star had only been able to glimpse the man on television. He looked especially handsome in the dark gray suit he wore on the red carpet. Star watched as he charmed the reporter. He had to hold back his jealousy when he saw the beautiful woman he had brought as his date to the award show, but sadly, Anubis didn’t win. Anubis’s date was tall, statuesque, and had golden-brown skin, with micro twists in her hair that reached the middle of her back and had been dyed honey blond. The Celestial Couture sequined dress contoured her body so well, and it looked as if it was made with her in mind.
Star looked at his watch when there was a knock at the door. He was expecting Fiona, but it was too early for her to arrive. Star opened the door and was shocked to be accosted by an excited Tanner, who rushed into Star's apartment, pulling him in for a big hug.
“I'm so glad you're home!”
“How have you been?” Star smiled, wrapping his arms around his friend's waist, realizing there was more than before.
“Hey, have you been working out?” Tanner ran his arms over Star's arms, squeezing his biceps.
“Not really. Only when the script calls for it,” he said truthfully to his friend.
He had noticed that Tanner's face had gotten a bit rounder over the past weeks, and his cheeks were much rosier than before. It was a sure sign that his friend was happy and was putting on weight, but he was a little confused because, during high school, Tanner had always maintained a slim figure and was constantly on a diet.
“You've been so busy I hardly get a chance to see you,” Tanner said.
“It's good to be busy. What are you doing here?” Star asked, stepping out of his arms.
“I stopped by because I wanted to ask you something.” Tanner had a nervous expression that made Star concerned.
“Come on in.” He stepped aside to give Tanner room. “Are you okay? Did your lovers hurt you?” Because if they did, there wasn't much Star could do to them because they were bigger than him.But I can get Anubis to kick their asses since...wait, why did I think of him first? Why didn't Dent or someone else come to mind?
