Crimson
By R. N. Jayne
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“The frenzy consumed him.”
By day, Japanese rock star Raiden is an adored idol; by night, a vicious vampire. While preparing for his band’s summer tour in Detroit, Raiden stalks the streets for fresh blood—and tries to obliterate haunting memories of his fiancée’s murder. Meanwhile, famous TV actor Gabriel Colin is hatching an elaborate plot to recruit Raiden for the starring role in his first film. The two celebrities become fatally intertwined after an unforeseen encounter results in bloodshed, death, and rebirth.
Crimson is the winner of Best eBook in the 2009 Hollywood Book Festival Awards.
Genres: LGBTQ/Horror/Dark Fantasy/Urban Fantasy/Paranormal/Undead
Warning: this book series is intended for adults only. It contains graphic violence and gore, explicit sexual situations, including rape and sexual assault, strong language, and other material readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
Cover artist: George Cotronis
Reader response to Crimson:
"Jayne has an engaging, yet detailed style with characters who are more than the sum of their parts. She crafts horror and atmosphere with an almost poetical skill. Yes, this is a vampire novel. Yes, there are M/M relationships...angst...blood, guts and gore. Considering how utterly defanged vampires have become over the past few years, one might be tempted to skip this one. Don't." - TheFountainPenDiva
"A unique twist on the genre that really pulls you in." - Lynn Carden
"Dark and funny, in a twisted sort of a way. If you like a mix of horror and erotica with some black humor thrown in, this is a must-read." - Bryn Colvin
R. N. Jayne
Since R. N. first held a pen, she's been devising deviant ways to wield it. Crimson (MASTER, Book 1), her debut novella, won Best eBook in the 2009 Hollywood Book Festival Awards. She dabbles in poetry and experimental prose under pseud Inq Idly. A honer of the arts, R. N.'s an aural aficionado; a water-lover; a fleur-o-phile. Given her visual tendencies, she's especially fond of capturing fleeting moments in the natural world outside her doorstep. She resides in the idyllic countryside with her dashing husband, precocious children, and mischievous cats.Latest release: series ender Eien (MASTER, Book 7)Free reads on Tapas: https://tapas.io/RNJayneDreamstime stock photography portfolio: https://www.dreamstime.com/inqidly_info
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Crimson - R. N. Jayne
R. N. Jayne
Crimson
MASTER: Book 1
First published by Inq Idly 2020
Copyright © 2020 by R. N. Jayne
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Contents
Fashionably Late
Gabriel’s Muse
Five Years Ago (I)
The Meeting
Punching Bag
Five Years Ago (II)
Caller ID
Heaven’s Death
Five Years Ago (III)
The Turning
Denial
Five Years Ago (IV)
Nightmare
Five Years Ago (V)
The Virgin
Preview of Luna (MASTER, Book 2)
About the Author
Also by R. N. Jayne
Fashionably Late
West Bloomfield, Michigan
Spring 2009
Raiden knew he should have fed beforehand. As an anonymous butler opened the door to Baza’s lakefront mansion, the scent of blood hit Raiden with a staggering force. Though the late May evening offered a gentle breeze to cool his flushed skin, he could not escape his inner heat.
The butler gestured for him to enter the palatial estate. Good evening, sir. Monsieur Baza is expecting you.
Raiden gave a curt nod. Lucky me.
The butler studied the gold-laced marble floor as Raiden stepped inside and surveyed his surroundings. A variety of exotic plants decorated the outskirts of the grand foyer. Pre-Raphaelite paintings, depicting voluptuous women in suggestive poses, embellished the peony-pink walls. Antique vases containing lavish arrangements of roses and orchids balanced atop ornate designer tables. A giant crystal chandelier hung directly in the center of the vaulted ceiling. He rolled his eyes as he walked past a replica of Michelangelo’s David. It was a fair imitation: the only noticeable deviation from the original was the generous enlargement of the statue’s endowments.
Raiden grimaced. Although he had barely ventured past the entrance, it was apparent that Baza’s style of décor was too ostentatious for his liking. He felt a wave of homesickness—the simplicity of his condo in Japan was far superior to this overindulgent display of nouveau riche taste.
He heard human voices. Walking past overstated foliage and lewd art, he followed murmurs and tinkling laughter into the sitting room. A sampling of Baza’s well-dressed guests perched on nineteenth-century velvet furniture. About sixty or so warm bodies congregated just beyond the grand foyer. Gilded mirrors hung on every wall. The majority of the partygoers admired their own reflections as they pretended to listen to each other’s masturbatory anecdotes. Raiden crept into a darkened corner of the room.
Ravenously sniffing the air, he detected the subtle nuances of each person’s flavor. His sable eyes drifted over them one by one. The desperate-looking young woman, clutching her cell phone while folding her arms self-consciously across her skin-tight Jovani dress, would taste faintly saline—the nervousness of her character adding a salty tang to its underlying copper essence. The beautiful man seated across from her, discreetly adjusting his erection while trying to gain her attention, would taste hot and heavy—with a hint of acrid anxiety.
Raiden’s undead heart thudded fitfully in his ears as he attempted to will away these enticing imaginings. His efforts, however, proved futile. The smell of fresh blood intoxicated him infinitely more than the five shots of Jack he had slammed in an attempt to mute the roaring hunger pounding inside his aching teeth. A slight sense of obligation, as well as sheer boredom, had compelled him to attend Baza’s party in the first place. He took no comfort in the fact that he had arrived three hours late, for these sorts of in-crowd Richie Rich shindigs were notorious for lasting until the shame-walk of morning.
During his five years as a vampire, Raiden had struggled with maintaining acceptable social behavior. Under normal circumstances, he never would have willingly associated with boring, superficial people. Humans—especially strangers—were like aliens to him. It was easiest to interact with his band members and staff: he had known the majority of them since before his transformation and had never allowed himself to establish more than a passing attachment to any of them. Except for Taro, of course.
Raiden smiled. His bloodthirstiness momentarily abated as he thought of his best friend. Taro was the leader of their band, Scent, a rock group that was currently one of Japan’s most popular musical acts. Raiden, Taro, and their other bandmates were household names in their native country. Their sultry pouts emblazoned magazine covers; they made countless appearances on popular talk shows; they toured all over Asia and Australia, and performed occasional stints in Europe. As much as Raiden’s life had been forever altered by this unexpected fame, he could easily recall Scent’s indie days—back when he was still human.
Nonconformity had appealed to Raiden since childhood. From the ages of seven to seventeen, he spent summer vacations on his father’s farm in New Bern, North Carolina. His father was a born-and-raised American—a self-made millionaire who never married. He claimed that Raiden, the product of a one-night stand during a business trip to Nagoya, was his only son.
Raiden’s mother refused to make any further comment regarding the extent of her relationship with his father. Every time Raiden pressed her for more details, she either deflected his questions and changed the subject or regarded him in cool quietude. Silence was his mother’s modus operandi. Often, days would pass without any conversation between the two of them. Raiden had never sensed any love from her. At an early age, he became accustomed to the loneliness he felt from her complete lack of interest in him. He consoled himself with the fact that he could escape his mother’s dreary company for an entire season when it came time to visit his father’s paradisal property.
Every summer, he tasted freedom. The more he acquired, the more he wanted. The hijinks-filled month spent in New Bern after Raiden’s senior year of high school left him unprepared to return to Japan—especially to the austere setting of Nagoya University. Raiden felt off-kilter and out of place in such an intimidating environment. He pined for the boozy summer spent in New Bern with his American garage band and their eager groupies.
Fortuitously, he found a kindred spirit in his dorm mate, Taro. Their well-intentioned studying sessions turned into hours of jamming and songwriting. The feeling of collaborative creation was addictive. Raiden sang, played guitar, and wrote most of the songs. Taro played bass, sang backup vocals, and pretty much called the shots. Though the two of them did well scoring gigs at a few local bars, they quickly realized that their band needed more dimension to bring down the house at the most popular venues. Taro (self-dubbed the gray matter
of their duo) suggested that adding a lead guitarist and a drummer to their lineup would bring harmony and balance to Scent’s sound. Raiden (proclaimed the panty-dropper
by his blunt best friend) was more than willing to put Taro’s vision to the test—especially since his dedication to scholarly pursuits had plummeted during the first semester of college.
Soon after he and Taro joined creative forces, Raiden stopped caring about school. His major, preordained by his mother, was Medical Science, though he had never displayed a proclivity for it. By mid-term, his grades slipped dangerously low. As a result, he endured several scared-straight lectures from his professors. Still, none of their threats motivated him to improve his academic performance. Before the second semester began, he dropped out of the university.
Raiden was unsurprised to find that he did not care about this failure. He wanted to experience life on a looser tether and feel free to make his own choices. The thought of rebelling against the philosophy of perfection drilled into him by his strict Japanese mother thrilled him. A smug satisfaction overtook him when he thought of the proverb, The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.
He was a rogue nail: one that somehow managed to escape the hammer’s blow and stick out even further.
Released from the confines of dorm life, Taro and Raiden found a tiny studio apartment. It afforded no privacy but met their budget. They searched for additional musicians to add weight to their sound. After days of suffering through mostly unimpressive auditions, they managed to snag two true talents. Yoshi was a quiet, brilliant drummer who hid behind a mane of scraggly black hair and barely spoke; Kai was a technically sound lead guitarist with a knack for abusing obscenities and smoking two packs a day. When the four of them played together, it was instantaneous magic. Raiden could have sworn he heard the ka-ching of cash registers in the not-too-distant future.
His intuition about the band’s high level of success proved correct after they hit it big a mere two years later. At the age of twenty-one, Raiden became an overnight rock star. Fame was a jolting transition from the anonymous life he was used to leading. Under the smothering paternal thumb of their label, Raiden and his bandmates were constantly told what to do and when and how to do it. If he complained about the overwhelming pressures of stardom, Taro would remind him that Scent had a specific image to maintain. As the band’s primary vocalist, Raiden bore the brunt of responsibility for its durability. ("Suck