Stay With Me

9

Her ears rang as Dead screamed into the microphone as he started off the show with Freezing Moon . She watched from the side of the stage with Melanie and Varg standing off in a corner not even watching the show. The twisting feeling in her stomach had only grown once she had actually seen Varg. There was something wrong with him, but she couldn't place her finger on it no matter how hard she tried. The way he stood there watching them was unsettling, how he talked to Dead with a voice so sickly sweet it made her want to throw up. But the way he had gotten so close to Euronymous in such a short amount of time was almost scary. The two of them acted as if they had always been best friends for years.

Watching Dead, he pulled out a long knife and began to move it down the length of his arm. He had promised Vanessa that the knife was extremely dull and that any cuts were going to heal within a few days, but he needed to make sure it looked believable for when he started using the fake blood. She wasn't sure how it all worked, but the results were impressive. The blood actually looked as if it were pouring out of his arm.

"You did a great job with the blood, Mel," she praised.

Melanie nodded her head in agreement. "He really knows how to make it look real."

Varg stepped beside them, a smirk on his face. "I think it would be much better if it were the real deal like before."

"Are you insane?" snapped Vanessa.

Varg simply laughed, shaking his head before walking back to his corner. Vanessa quickly turned her attention back to Dead as he finished up the last song, his long blond hair hanging down in front of his face and sticking to it in some places. He was a whole new level of attractive to her in that light. The black and white pain brought out his facial features, especially his eyes, in a way she hadn't really noticed before. He seemed more confident when he was in the mind of his stage personality. Watching him left her needing the vocalist badly. As they walked off the stage, Dead made his way over to where she stood and quickly took her in his arms and giving her a small kiss.

"Dude," snapped Euronymous. "Get a fucking room."

Rolling her eyes, Vanessa grabbed Dead by the hand and led him to the dressing room where they could spend some time together before the after party began. As the door closed, Dead locked it behind him as they made their way to the small couch that against the wall. Wrapping his arm around her as he sat down, Dead pulled her down on his lap kissing her neck softly as she put her hand on his neck.

"Do you have time for this?" she moaned. "You don't want to miss your party."

Letting out a low growl he laid her down on her back. "We'll make an appearance when we're ready. For now just let me be close to you."

"Whatever you desire, my little devil."

That was all he needed to hear to continue. As they could hear the party begin without them the two paid it no attention as they became lost in the other, enjoy the other's touch. Each kiss he left against her skin burned with an intense heat that brought her ever closer to the edge as the tugged his hair trying to pull him as close as humanly possible. His touch was never something she could see herself getting used to. He made her feel as though the world had stopped turning, that time had stopped just for them. With each thrust they could feel the love between them growing ever stronger.

Their ends came all too soon for both of their liking. Flipping her so she was now on top of his chest, Dead held her close for a moment trying to savor the closeness before having to go and socialize with people he didn't know or even want to be around. He wanted to go home up to his room and just sit in comfortable silence with Vanessa; but if he didn't make an appearance Euronymous was bound to give him hell for it. The last thing he needed was the guitarist on his back about giving the band a bad image just because their frontman didn't want to show up.

"I suppose we should get out there," he sighed.

Vanessa pushed herself off of him as she began to fix herself. "Don't worry, Pelle. I'll be right there beside you."

Zipping his pants back up, the two made their way out of the dressing room. The sound of music blaring through the halls of the venue as people danced, drank, and talked with Euronymous. Hellhammer and Melanie had taken a seat with Necro in the corner of the room talking with a few members of another band that Dead couldn't seem to remember the name of. Varg remained close to Euronymous, whispering to the guitarist as he turned to face Dead and Vanessa. The scowl on his face visible from where they stood.

Euronymous turned his attention back to Varg, whispering something into his ear as he pointed over at Vanessa. A devious smile made its way onto Varg's face as he began talking back. Seeing the two of them talk about them had Vanessa's stomach turning, feeling as though she were going to be sick. Her focus was quickly broken as a group of girls walked over to Dead.

"Do you want to get some drinks with us?" asked one of them. She had to have been at least eighteen with short black hair.

Dead shook his head. "Sorry, ladies, I'm not much of a drinker and I'm here with my girlfriend."

The girl laughed. "I know you're with your girlfriend! We were hoping you both would come join us for a round. My name is Becca, this is Isabelle, and that's my girlfriend Jaimie. So, what do you say? Just one drink?"

Vanessa smiled. "Sure, Becca, that sounds great."

One drink quickly turned into three as Dead and Vanessa talked more with Becca and her friends. They had come all the way from Sweden to see Mayhem's performance after hearing about it from their previous visit to Norway. The three seemed nice enough, easy enough to talk to, but Dead just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

"Dead!" yelled Euronymous as he patted the vocalist on the back. "Great show tonight, man."

Dead nodded, keeping his head down. Euronymous was the last person he wanted to talk to at this point. He wanted so badly to punch the guitarist for everything he had said and done the past few weeks.

"You need to lighten up, man. Come and hang out with me and the guys for a while and Vanessa can hang out with Melanie and her new friends here."

"Actually," growled Dead. "We're going to go back to the house. I'm not feeling well."

"Christ, man, come on! This party is for us and you're gonna bail?"

"I didn't even want to be at this stupid party."

"Seriously man you need to get the fuck over yourself. You spend every damn day sulking in your room and you're dragging your girlfriend down with you. Some boyfriend you are."

Euronymous fell to the floor as Dead's fist connected with his jaw, blood spilling out of his mouth. Lifting his hand to touch his cheek, he looked at the blood that covered his hand. The room was silent as everyone around them watched to see what would happen. Vanessa stood behind Dead, holding onto his arm trying to calm him down.

"You son-of-a bitch," growled Euronymous as he rubbed his face. "You're gonna regret you fucking did this to me. You better fucking watch yourself. You and that damn girlfriend of yours."

As Varg helped Euronymous off the floor, Dead locked eyes with the guitarist for a moment with a menacing glare. There was no question that things between them were about to get worse.

Much, much worse...