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Dead Or Alive	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi Views: 1546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Bon Jovi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It was the following morning before Jon appeared in Richie’s hotel room. Richie was sitting cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed as he played the guitar. He hadn’t heard the door open so Jon took the opportunity to just watch him.

Opening his eyes, Richie looked up, smiling when he saw Jon. “Hey.”

“Hey. Can… Can I come in?”

Richie placed his guitar on the floor. “Sure you can. Oh. I don’t have to invite you or anything, do I?”

Jon shook his head. “No. I just wasn’t sure if… if you’d still want me around.”

“Of course I do.” Richie frowned and patted the bed beside him. “Stop being stupid and come here.” Jon sighed with relief, relaxing as he curled up on the bed next to Richie.

“You’re not scared of me?” Jon asked hesitantly. “Of what I am?”

Richie s his his head. “Do I need to be?” He asked softly. “If you wanted to hurt me you had plenty of chances to do so last night. Like when I was tied to that pillar, or when I was unconscious after I’d k… killed Alec. Or later when you could smell my blood. But you didn’t.” He ran his fingers down Jon’s face. “You didn’t,” he repeated, relieved when Jon smiled shyly, not pulling away. “And besides,” he placed his hand over Jon’s chest. “The Jon Bon Jovi I love is still in here.” He frowned. “Oh. Uhmm… That is your name, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. John Bongiovi II. Born in Italy, can’t remember where exactly, on March 2, 1636.”

“Oh.”

Jon couldn’t help but laugh at the shocked expression on Richie’s face. “It’s a lot to take in, I know. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m just curious, that’s all.” He frowned. “What about Dorothea? Who… Who’s she?”

“She is… was my wife. We married in… uhmm… the 1850’s. You should haeen een her, Richie, she was… she was stunning.” Jon grinned, a far-away look on his face. “We’d known each other forever, grew up together… it was perfect, a fairytale almost. We... We had three children; Jacob, James and…” he broke of with a sob, tears forming in his blue eyes.

“… And Stephanie,” Richie finished quietly, heart breaking at the misery etched into Jon’s face.

Jon nodded. “After I… I looked after them. Made sure they had enough food and money. Dorothea, she… she remarried a few years after. She was happy with him, and they had a little girl together. She… she died of old age. My boys grew up strong and handsome and Stephanie… Oh, she was beautiful.” He broke of, tears streaming down his face.

“Shit, Jon, I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, it’s not your fault.” Jon laughed dryly at himself, wiping away his tears. “I can’t believe it still hurts this much. I lost them over 300 years ago and it still hurts like shit.”

“I guess it’s true the they say,” Richie commented. “True love really does never die.” Jon smiled weakly. “What about… When we met Dot and the kids, and… and your parents?”

“Actors.”

Richie nodded; it made sense. He paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. He hand literally hundreds of questions he wanted to ask, but he wasn’t sure…

“It’s ok,” Jon reassured him. “Anything you want to know, just ask. I don’t mind.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.” Richie grinned. “Uhmm… How old weru whu when you… when Alec turned you?”

“25.”

“25? I… I thought a vampire didn’t age, that they’d always look the way they did when they died.”

Jon nodded. “Yeah, but… I can make people see me however I want them to, like they see me now. I can look like this or older, or younger.”

“Oh. So that’s how you went to school with David?”

Jon nodded again. “Yeah… I… I hadn’t hadeduceducation and I wanted one. It seemed as good a time as any.”

“Can I… Can I see? The real you, that is. If it’s easy for you to show me…” Jon closed his eyes, exhaling heavily through his nose, face become younger before Richie’s eyes. Jon’s hair darkened, tumbling in thick waves around his face and down to his shoulders.

Richie didn’t speak, reaching out and running his fingers down Jon’s smooth cheek and over his full lips; lips that were warm, not cold as they had been the night before.

“Wow,” he breathed. Jon grinned at him and Richie laughed, blushing faintly. “I’m sorry, but…” He ran his fingers through Jon’s hair. “Do you know what I always wanted to do when your hair was like this?” He whispered.

Jon swallowed heavily, suddenly very aware of the sexual tension that hung heavily in the air between them, causing the hairs on the backs of his arms to stand up. “N… No”

“This.”

Richie’s fingers tangled in Jon’s hair and he pulled him close, one hand sliding around to cup the back of his head as their lips met in a greedy kiss. Jon’s lips were soft and pliant under Richie’s and he parted them with his tongue, Jon’s darting out to meet it.

Jon moaned and threw himself on Richie, pushing him backward on the bed, lying on top of him. Richie broke the kiss, tongue flickering out over Jon’s lips as he pulled back slightly. Jon grinned down at Richie and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head, fingers skimming across his chest. His eyes were drawn to the wound on Richie’s neck. He ran his fingers hesitantly over it, chewing his lip as Richie tensed, trying not pull away.

“I could heal this for you,” he offered. “If you want me to.”

Richie nodded and Jon bent down, teeth lengthening to fangs as theyke tke the surface of the wound, blood welling into Jon’s mouth
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