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Pretending	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Pretending
- 2-two
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-ch 9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
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Pete sat in his car across the street from the house he’d been watching for the better part of a week now. The night he’d met Davey at The Funeral, he’d become a little obsessed with him and had driven around Upland for a few days, trying to catch a glimpse of him.
He’d finally spotted him walking arm in arm away from Rhino Records with one of the other vampires in town. The sight of Davey cuddled so close to a man he knew had been hunting him pissed Pete off. Of all the people in the fucking world, the object of his desire had to be with a vampire he spent a good deal of time hiding from?
Pete had followed the pair home to discover he was shacking up with the vampire and his master along with another, younger vampire. The lanky vampire and the short one would be no problem for Pete, and he wasn’t scared of them. He was over a hundred and with age came certain advantages.
No, as much as it stung to admit it, he was scared of the woman. She was much older than Pete was, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she found and destroyed him.
So why was he camped out in front of their house, begging to be discovered?
The answer to that question appeared on the balcony that Pete could see almost entirely from the angle he was parked at.
Davey appeared, bare-chested and leaned on his elbows against the railing, looking like he was enjoying the night.
Pete sighed when Davey inhaled, wanting to go up there and come up behind him, wrapping his arms around that smooth, tattooed flesh, kissing the hearts behind his ears.
He was abruptly ripped out his fantasy when a pale hand connected to a heavily tattooed arm wrapped around Davey and the other vampire did what he desired, placing a light kiss behind Davey’s ear, making him shiver.
Snarling, Pete started the car and sped down the street, not wanting to witness someone else touching his Davey. He had a plan, and he would carry it out soon.

“What are you doing out here love?” Ville asked against Davey’s ear, pressing his naked chest to the other man’s chilled back. He trialed kisses down the side of Davey’s throat to the tops of the angel wings on his shoulder, “What was this?” he asked curiously about the blob of color under the left wing on his shoulder blade.
“My first tattoo.” Davey shook his head, “It was stupid, so I had it covered up.”
Ville turned Davey around and pointed to the Heartagram around his nipple, “This used to be an ‘S’ for my first real love.” He rolled his eyes, “Surely it can’t be dumber than someone’s name?”
Davey grinned, “It was Dodo, you know, from the cartoon?”
Ville smiled, “It’s not stupid. Kind of cute.” He kissed the tip of his nose, “So what brings you out into the early morning so scantily clad?”
Davey sighed and moved away from Ville, sitting in one of the chairs, hanging his head, “Well I was trying to think if I should tell you something.”
Ville sat across from him, wound tightly as a guitar string, “More secrets?” the strangled sound of his voice killed the joke he was trying to make.
“Not exactly. You know that I only came to town to find that vampire right?” at Ville’s nod, he continued, “Well I think I found him.”
“Really?” he tried to sound casual.
Davey nodded, returning his gaze to the ground, “I think it’s Frank.”
Ville brayed a nervous laugh, “Don’t be ridiculous! It couldn’t be Frank!”
Davey’s head snapped up, “It has to be. Did you see all the blood on the floor earlier? And he just got up and walked away? And when he went through the big window, he came out without a scrape? I’m sorry, but I’ve got to kill him.”
“I thought you were only after the killer vampire? Frank didn’t kill anybody! Fuck, you’ve been with him when most of the murders happened, so it couldn’t have been him!” Ville jumped up and pulled a cigarette out of the pack he’d left on the railing earlier, lighting it with shaky hands.
“Ralph, I just told you that your friend is a vampire. He’s an unholy, vile creature of darkness.” Davey gaped at him, not believing that he would defend Frank.
“But he’s not the killer! He’s your friend too! How could you even think about killing him?” he puffed frantically on his cigarette.
“It doesn’t matter.” Davey shook his head, “I’ve got to get rid of him, no matter how much I like him.”
Ville tossed his cigarette over the edge, irrationally wondering if he’d set some sort of record for smoking it so fast, and crouched in front of Davey, “And if I were a vampire? Would you kill me then, knowing how much I love you? Knowing I’ve never hurt anyone?”
“I don’t have to worry about that though.” He reached out to place his hand on Ville’s cheek, flinching when he moved his head, “Ralph?”
“God damn it Davey, you can’t kill Frank!” he shoved away from the chair and stalked the short distance to the other side of the balcony, “How can you even consider killing a person who hasn’t done anything wrong?”
“He’s not a person. He’s a vampire. He feeds off of human beings to prolong his unnatural existence for fuck’s sake!” Davey insisted, not getting up because he couldn’t bear to be rejected again.
“He is a person. He’s Frank Iero, my friend, yours too! How can you be so heartless?” Ville lit another cigarette, again, irrationally noticing that he smoked less since he met Davey.
“Because he’s not natural! He and all his kind are abominations!” Davey pulled at his hair, frustrated, “Why aren’t you bothered by the fact that he eats people?”
“Because I-” his voice froze when he heard a high pitched scream of a woman in pain broke the silence of the night.
Ville took off into the house to go get Roxy.
Davey ran into his room, pulling on a shirt and grabbing a bag from beside the door before running headlong down the stairs, right past Frank, who was running to Roxy’s room as well.
He burst out into the night just as another scream shattered the air. Davey took off down the street in the direction the screams were coming from. His step faltered when Ville, Frank and Roxy ran up to him and passed him, turning down a street to the colleges.
Frank, Roxy and Ville ran toward the sounds of screams, now much quieter, barely audible above the sounds of traffic coming from Foothill.
When they were in view of one of the auditoriums, the smell of blood and fear hit them like a slap.
“Fuck.” Ville said. They slowed down trying to find the entrance to the building.
Davey caught up to them just as Ville broke the lock on a maintenance door and swung it open.
They entered the door and walked to the stage.
The girl was dead. She was lying in a small pool of blood, her throat torn out. Both her legs had been broken, her arms were crumpled under her body in unnatural angles.
The vampire that had done this to her was slipping out the opposite door.
Davey froze as he recognized Pete.
“Fuck!” Roxy yelled, taking off after him.
Ville grabbed Frank and ran, not wanting to leave him alone with Davey.
Roxy was standing in the parking lot staring out at the street, “He got away again.” She said through gritted teeth.
“God damn it!” Ville kicked a lamp post, denting it, “He did that on purpose!”
Davey once again rejoined them, panting slightly.
“There’s your killer.” Ville said coldly, taking Frank’s arm and walking in the direction of home.
“Ralph!” Davey called after him.
Ville didn’t even turn around.
Roxy looked at Davey, “What’s that about?”
He shook his head, “Just a fight we’re in the middle of.” They started walking after them, “Why’d you run out here?”
She looked away, “Scream like that? I’m surprised the rest of the county didn’t go out.”
“You guys must have been track stars in college.” Davey was still breathing heavy, “I thought I was in pretty decent shape.” He whistled.

Ville didn’t leave Frank’s side until Davey gave up trying to get him to talk and went to bed, in his own room.
He found Roxy on the back porch with Jade.
“Hey Jade. Do you mind if I talk to Roxy?” he asked, sitting down and lighting a cigarette.
“Sure man.” He kissed Roxy on the cheek and went inside.
“What’s up honey?” Roxy folded her feet under her.
“Davey wants to kill Frank.” He said without preamble.
Her eyes popped open, “What?”
“He figured out that Frank’s a vampire and he wants to kill him.” He sighed and laid his head on her shoulder, hot tears soaking into her t-shirt, “You were right. He doesn’t care that Frank’s my friend, his friend, and not the murderer.”
Roxy petted his hair, “I’m sorry sweetheart. If he’s hell bent on killing Frank we do have options. We could send Frank away, but now they know what he looks like and he won’t be safe anywhere because he’s just too young still. We can all three disappear, but there are problems with that as well, one being that I don’t want to leave.” She inhaled deeply and Ville looked up into her eyes, “Or we can kill him.”
Ville sat up, “No!”
“Alright!” she held up her hands, “It’s just an option. Shit, kidnapping him and brainwashing him is another one.”
He relaxed visibly, “So what should I do?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know. What do you think?”
“Maybe I can change his mind.” Ville pitched his cigarette into the yard.
“I really don’t think you’ll be able to.” She said sadly.
“I’ve got to try. Roxy, I love him.” He wiped away tears that escaped his eyes, making the green glassy.
“I know you do.” She patted his leg, “Do what you think is best my love. Just don’t put us in danger. I rather like living.” She grinned at him fully, allowing her fangs to be exposed.
He mustered up a smile and kissed her quickly, “I’m going to stay up tonight.”
“So you can continue hovering around Frank? I don’t think he’d kill him in our house. That would be an awful lot of explaining.”
Vampires did not poof out and turn to dust when you killed them. They left corpses, and the corpses decomposed fast, leaving behind a god awful smell.
“Okay.” Ville nodded and went to the door, pausing, “Should we tell Frankie?”
Roxy shook her head, “I don’t think it would help anything.”
“Yeah.” Ville nodded again and went inside. He passed Frank on the couch, in front of the empty space where the coffee table used to be, playing Guitar Hero 2, “Night man.” He ruffled Frank’s hair, wincing when the TV made the flat plink that meant he missed a note.
“Damnit!” Frank paused the game and looked up, “Are you alright dude?”
Ville smiled, “Of course.”
“If you’re sure…” his eyes searched Ville’s, the lighter green trying to probe emerald.
“I’m sure.” He blew Frank a kiss and went up the stairs to his room, stripping and sliding into his cold, empty bed.

“Davey,” Frank stopped him as he was walking past the den where he was playing Duck Hunt.
Davey hesitated, but stopped, “Yes?”
Frank stood and walked over to him, leading him back to the couch, “What’s going on with you and Ralph?.”
“Why? What did he say?” Davey glanced toward the door.
“Nothing. I can’t get him to admit anything. But you know, one week you’re boning like bunnies on Viagra and the now you’re not speaking.” Frank shook his head, then stared into Davey’s eyes, “He’s been avoiding you and pestering the hell out of me.” His scowl softened, “Whatever it is that you’re fighting about, stop. He’s miserable, and from what I’ve seen you’re not so happy yourself.”
Davey was uncomfortable. The vile creature of death and darkness was patting his shoulder sympathetically. Ville couldn’t have told Frank he wanted to kill him, otherwise it would be less patting and more pounding, “It’s… complicated.”
“Well whatever it is, I hope you work it out. I hate seeing my friends unhappy.” He looked at the ceiling for a second, “Not that I enjoyed watching you fawn over each other like a couple of damned puppies.”
Davey grinned despite himself

“Wait, what did you say?” Ville asked, standing up from the breakfast table. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Frank.
“I said,” Frank shoved his own chair back and lounged in it indolently, “that you couldn’t out play me if guitars came with training wheels.”
Jade, in an uncharacteristic outburst, slammed his fork onto his plate and said, “Screw you both, I could play you into the ground!”
Davey gaped at him.
Roxy laughed, and then wondered when it was going to come to blows.
“Well I guess there’s only one way to settle this,” Ville pointed at Jade, then Frank, “Go get your guitars.” He stalked up the stairs to get his own.
Ville also brought an amp down from his room and set it up in the den. He plugged in his guitar when the two other men joined him in the room with their own amps and set up.
Frank gave Ville a cheeky grin and launched into the middle of “Razorblade Kiss.”
Jade knew the song, so he played behind him, smirking when Frank dropped a chord.
Not willing to be outdone on his own song, Ville played the whole song, past the solo in the middle.
Roxy and Davey sat on the couch, cheering them on.
“Alright, wait!” Roxy stood when they fell apart and just started doing random Van Halen style solos, “Stop the madness. You’ve all proved you are efficient at cock rock, but I can’t take it anymore.”
Jade winked at her and started to play “Dancing Through Sunday.” Frank and Ville joined him, both putting up an admirable fight.
Ville made them play “Soul on Fire” and they played the song the whole way through, Ville singing under his breath to help him keep time.
Roxy nearly gasped. Ville hardly ever sung since he had to fake his death and stop performing.
“Alright, no fair playing songs that you wrote!” Frank stuck his tongue out at Ville and Jade and played “Smoke on the Water.”
Davey laughed, “Oh, come on! I can play that one.” He rolled his eyes.
Frank grinned at him, “Alright, fine. Freebird anyone?”
Roxy groaned as the three men started playing the Lynyrd Skynyrd song.
“I feel like I should grow a mullet.” Davey said.
Roxy chuckled, “And I have a sudden urge to wear blue eye shadow.”
Frank made a face at them.
Davey’s heart twisted. He knew what he had to do, but after his fight with Ville the week before, he knew he was putting off killing Frank. He liked the little guy, and knowing that he wasn’t the one killing innocent people made a big difference. He could make up excuses and say that Frank never seemed to get out of the house alone, but all they would be were excuses. And he had none for why he hadn’t reported his findings to his father.
“I don’t think that we can determine a winner.” Roxy said after the boys finished.
“You’re just saying that because your boyfriend and your best friend are competing.” Frank turned to Davey, ‘And it’s useless to ask you since her boyfriend is your best friend and her best friend is your boyfriend.” He threw up his hands and stalked off, swinging his guitar around to his back.
Jade laughed, “What do you think Ralph? Who’s the best?”
Ville set his guitar down, “Obviously you are since you’re a professional guitar player. What do I know? I’m just a singer.”
Davey looked at Ville fully for the first time in days, “You sing?”
Ville nodded reluctantly, cursing himself for the slip, “Used to.”
“Well let’s hear it.” Jade sat on his amp and started playing “Don’t Fear the Reaper.”
Ville looked panicky at Roxy and clutched her hand. She just smiled and gave him an encouraging squeeze. He sighed and sang the words to the song, recalling that HIM had once covered the song on one of their first albums.
At the end of the song, he was startled by the burst of applause that erupted from his friends. Even Frank rejoined them and was clapping. He jokingly lit his lighter and waved it in the air.
Ville bowed, blushing, “Thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me.” He picked up his guitar and his amp and ran up to his bedroom. He dumped his equipment, carefully, on his bed and went out onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette.
It made him sad to sing in front of people. It had been all he knew for something like twenty years. He made some good friends and had the best times of his life while he’d been the front man of HIM, and when he’d been forced to “retire” he’d stopped singing altogether.
He didn’t turn around when the glass door slid open and Roxy walked out on the balcony.
“Are you alright sweetie?” she said, putting her arm around his waist and pulling him to her for a hug.
Ville hit his cigarette and shrugged, “Just some old ghosts.”
Roxy gave him a squeeze, “Well don’t brood too long. Frankie’s instigated another Mortal Kombat tournament and Jade’s playing this time.”
Ville raised his eyebrows and pitched his cigarette into the yard, “Now this I have to see.” they went inside and Ville sat down on the couch, pretendig not to see the look Davey was trying to give him.

~*~alright, there. chapter 11. more to come. took so long because i'm starting to get butt hurt about the lack of reviews. thanks for reading <3~*~md
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