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Rock of Ages, Forever	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Def Leppard. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The following is purely fictional and never happened. It will feature all band members of Def Leppard, Rick Savage, Joe Elliott, Phil Collen, Rick Allen, Vivian Campbell, Steve Clark. Characters from the television series Forever Knight, Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt14
The weeks passed quickly for Sav. The news of his departure as they called it, trickled down to almost nothing. He had yet to call anybody to tell them where he was, and he really didn’t know why. Maybe he was so consumed with his new life to care about what he used to do. He had played and written music for half his life, maybe it was time to do something else.
Nick had invited him to stay at his loft for as long as he needed too. They frequently went to the club. Nick would show up at different times of the night through out his shift or stayed there until the approaching sunrise forced them to seek shelter at the loft. Sav stayed with Amanda on several occasion, they both enjoyed the sex between them, but it never went beyond that. She would see other men, just as he would see other woman.
Sav had no idea where Lacey went. When they showed up at Nick’s place she settled in for a few days and one night she went out with some friends and that was the last time Sav saw her. No note no goodbye, she just left. He had even asked most of the people at the club if they had seen her, the answer was always the same. No.
Nick kept dropping hints of him staying there permanently at his loft, but Sav always declined, reminding Nick that he did have a house in Dublin, that he would eventually go to. Amanda came by to see him on Nick’s night off; they sat around the fireplace talking. Nick telling of the idiot robber that he locked up last night. The robber had eluded him and Lynda for weeks and they final caught him. He was stuck in a window and couldn’t get out; someone spotted him and called the police.
Amanda turned to Sav and kissed him as he lay comfortably on the floor in front of the fire. “Come on, why don’t the three of us go upstairs.”
“And do what?” Sav asked a little amused.
“Whatever it is that comes to mind, when you’re in the bedroom.” She told him, running her fingers down his chest.
“The three of us.”
Popping a few of the buttons on his shirt, Amanda leaned over and kissed his chest. “Yes, who knows what will come of it.”
Sav ran his fingers through her dark hair and understanding what she meant. “Um….I’m not into that Amanda.”
“You might surprise yourself.”
“About sleeping with Nick.” Sav raised his head from the pillow and stared down at her.
“Yes.”
Sav chuckled and rose from the floor. “No….I don’t think so.”
“Didn’t you like it before?” she asked also sitting up.
“That was different, it didn’t involve having sex with him.”
“That’s the way Nick wanted it. Think of that as breaking the ice.”
Sav looked over at Nick, he was sitting in his favorite deep red winged back chair, his chin, resting on steepled fingers, watching every move he made. “Wait a minute, let me get this straight. He put you up to that, just so he could come in and have another taste.”
Amanda looked over at Nick, then back at Sav. “Yes.”
As if being punched hard in the stomach, upon knowing that everything was a set up, Sav glared back at him. “That’s brilliant, just fucking brilliant. I wouldn’t give it to you, so you come up with another way of doing it.”
“Not willingly anyway.” Nick said calmly.
“Cause you knew I wouldn’t!” Sav yelled.
“I haven’t hid the fact that I enjoy your company Rick, and the sharing of blood with you, it’s one of the most intimate ways to get to know someone.”
“Well Nick, I didn’t enjoy it; I don’t see it that way. To me, it was an act of betrayal of what I thought was a friendship, and you blew it by doing that.”
Nick slowly rose from his chair and approached him. “Then why have you stayed here with me since that night?”
“I was staying because of Amanda and…”
”You’ve enjoyed my company, perhaps waiting for the opportunity to carry the sharing of blood further.”
”To fuck you, you mean.”
Nick gave a slight nod of his head, indicating that Sav was correct.
Sav started laughing, then stopped abruptly. “That is not who I am and never will be.” With that, Sav went to the guest room and packed his clothes. Coming back out, Nick was stoking the fire and Amanda had left. He merely glanced at him on his way by and stopped at the lift. “Thanks for your hospitality.”
Sav didn't give Nick the opportunity to replay, nothing he could say right now, would change his mind about leaving. He pulled the door open and slammed it shut. The motor engaged and took him down to the ground floor. Leaving the build, Sav looked around to decided on his destination and flew in that direction.
****
It took him two days to get home in Dublin, having to book flights that would only travel so far and in the night. Dropping his bags by the door, he went about the house closing curtains, sun proofing it as he called it. The house looked the same now as it did when he left twenty-two months ago. He flopped down on the couch and stared at the ceiling for hours.
The keys jingled in the door, as she came in, she tripped over the bag. “What the….” She started looking around the living room, noticing all the curtains were closed, with just enough light to see by. It made her nervous that somebody might be here, but whom. Slowly walking further into the room. “Hello,” She called out. Reaching the table lamp, she turned it on. “Anybody here?”
Sav quickly sat up on the couch. She gave a startled cry and grabbed her chest, breathing a sigh of relieve. “Mr. Savage, you scared the wits out of me.”
Sav smiled at her. “Hi Charlie.”
She came around the couch as he stood up and quickly hugged her.
“How have you been?” he asked.
“I’m good and you.”
The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes she noticed. “I’m fine.”
“You look a little pale.” Charlie noted in the dim light.
“Probably from the trip home,” He told her. “What are you doing here?”
"It’s Tuesday, I always come on Tuesday to clean.”
Sweeping his hand around the room, he smiled at her again. “But the house looks great.”
“I do a lot of dusting.” She said walking over to the curtains, getting ready to open them.
“No!” Sav yelled to stop her.
Charlie jumped at his sudden outburst.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, the sun is to bright, hurts my eyes.”
“Ok,” She said a little puzzled. “Are all the curtains closed?”
”Yeah and don’t open them, ok.”
“Well you must be hungry from your trip. Can I fix you something to eat?”
“No, I’m fine thanks.” Sav told her.
“I’ll start a pot of coffee then and you can join me for one.”
He was hungry, he hadn’t feed in three days and now that he was alone, he had no idea where to get anything. The one thing he dreaded about his new life, he knew the hunger would eventually get to him, forcing him to take the blood from a living, breathing human. He thought about calling Amanda, to ask her if she knew where he could get a supply of bottles, but decided against it. He followed Charlie into the kitchen and watched her as she busied herself fixing coffee and something to eat for herself. Charlie had been taking care of his house and personal business outside the band for many years. She knew just about everything there was to know about him, except the new development in his life. If he had to pick two people that knew him well enough and saw the changes in him, it would have to be Joe and Charlie. Joe had already noticed and it was only a matter of time before he figured out what he was, for Charlie, maybe a little longer.
“I talked to Mr. Elliott the other day. He asked me if I had seen you?”
“You’ve been calling use by our last names for years, and we keep telling you to call us by our first names.” Sav informed her for the tenth time is so many years.
“I know, but it’s a matter of respect for my employer and his friends.”
“I don’t consider you an employee, Charlie. In the real world that is what goes on, but here it doesn’t apply.”
She sat a cup of coffee in front of him. “Ok Richard, I’ll try.”
He frowned at the smell of the coffee. “But not that one, you will have two people answer you.”
“Mr. Elliott is worried about you.” She said setting her cup down.
Sav looked at the floor.
“You two got into a fight didn’t you?” she asked softly.
“Who told you that?”
“He did.”
Sav sighed heavily and flopped on the bar stool. “Well, yeah we did.”
“Want to talk about it?”
Sav shook his head.
“Whenever you guys have problems, you all seem to come to me or Malvin to rant and rave about it. Well, Malvin isn’t here and I am.”
“Not right now, maybe later.”
”Ok ,I won’t push, but you know where I am, when you want to.”
Sav rubbed his face. “I’m just tired.” He said wearily, getting up from the island bar, he started toward the door.
“Before you lye down maybe you should call Joe.” Charlie suggested.
Grabbing the doorframe to steady himself from the dizziness that suddenly swept through him, Sav turned back to her. “This is Tuesday right.”
“Yes.”
“He’ll be at the pub tonight, I’d rather do this in person.” Sav hung his head and swayed.
Charlie was beside him in seconds. “Wow, are you ok?”
“I’ll be fine, once I’m in bed.”
Charlie helped him up the stairs to his room, gently guiding him to the bed where he sat down heavily. Sav kicked off his shoes, then pulled the shirt over his head. "Thanks Charlie. I can manage from here, so you better go before you see more than you want to."
"Are you sure, Rick?" Charlie replied worriedly, reaching out to touch his forehead.
Flinching away from her touch, Sav avoided looking at her, for he knew his eyes had changed color. The smell of her blood, making the hunger for blood stronger, now that she was so close. "I'm sure, just...just leave now."
"Alright," She watched him lay back on the bed, turning to his side. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything."
"Close the door on your way out," he mumbled softly. "Don't bother me at all today."
Charlie heard him take a deep breath and decided not to say anything more. Stepping through the door, she closed it softly behind her. Already thinking it strange how he was acting.
****
‘This is definitely going to be the test of them all.' Sav thought to himself as he went into the pub. He still hadn’t feed and the pains in his stomach were becoming unbearable. He was struggling to hold on to what little control he had of the vampire now, and meeting Joe here wasn’t going to help. Sav quickly scanned the room, to find Joe sitting at his usual table, talking to a woman. Sav forced his legs to move toward them. Joe didn’t see him until he flopped down in the seat across from to him.
Joe choked on his beer when it went down wrong. “Sav if you do that one more…..” he managed to rasp out. “You don’t look well.” Joe noted the paleness of his skin and the fine sheen of sweet on his face.
“I think I caught some thing on the way home.” Sav replied.
“When did you get in?” Joe asked, leaning forward to get a better look at him.
“Last night.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“In person is better, I think.” He screwed up his face as pain shot through his stomach.
“I think I’ll go, I don’t want to catch whatever it is he has.” The woman said.
Sav glared at her, his eyes drifting down to her throat, her scent practically hit him in the face. Gritting his teeth together, he tore his eyes away from her, gripping the side of the table, he felt it crack under grip.
“Thank you for the drink Joe, I’ll see you later.”
“Tomorrow night, I’ll meet you here.”
“I’d like that.” She replied smiling.
Joe turned to Sav, concern on his face. “Maybe you should go home.”
“I’ll be fine.” His voice was low and deep. He picked up the glass of water and brought it to his mouth. His hands were shaking; some of the water ran down his chin, dripping onto his shirt. Joe reached out and touched his forehead, Sav jerked away from him.
“I just wanted to check to see it you had a fever.” Joe told him.
“I don’t.” Sav growled.
Leaning back in his seat, Joe studied him more. Taking note of his deeper, raspier voice, the way his hands shook and total avoidance of looking at him. “Where have you been?” he finally asked.
“I was staying with Nick.”
“That Detective.”
Sav nodded. “That’s where Lacey and I ended up.”
Joe looked around the bar for the woman that was always in Sav shadow. "Where is Lacey?"
“I have no idea. Haven’t seen her in weeks,” Sav all but swallowed a deep breath he had taken. “And don’t even say I told you so.”
“I wasn’t. But I will tell you this, I’m glad she’s not with you anymore.”
“Same…..thing,” he told Joe as he wrapped his arm around his stomach. “That was stupid.” It felt like his stomach was on fire from the water he drank, it was churning violently. His face contorted in pain. “Shit.” Sav hissed and leaned forward. “This fucking hurts.”
“What?” Joe said with alarm. “What hurts, come on Sav, talk to me?”
He couldn’t say anything; his breath coming in short labored gasps.
Joe went to touch his shoulder, a split second was all it took for Sav to grab his arm. Joe flinched, as his fingers dug into his wrist with such strength, that he didn’t realize Sav possessed.
”You’re scaring me, what’s wrong?” Joe's own voice was laced with worry.
Sav remained hunched over the table, his forehead resting on the cold surface. His grip on Joe’s wrist wasn’t as painful now, but it was still tight. Another wave of pain slammed into him, causing his body to tense.
“Jack,” Joe yelled to the bartender. “Hey Jack, call an ambulance!”
“Sure thing Joe.” He yelled back.
“No!” Sav growled, then looked up at him.
Joe was startled by the color of his eyes, but quickly shook it off, blaming it on the lights in the pub. “You need to go to the hospital, if you’re in that much pain.”
“I said no, I’ll be fine.” Sav's voice took on a softer tone.
Joe leaned down to try and capture his eyes again. “You’re going.”
Sav shoved Joe’s arm back at him and quickly rose, almost running for the door, Joe was only seconds behind him. Skidding to a halt on the sidewalk, Joe didn’t see him anywhere. He walked to the end of the building and looked down the alley. He saw him a couple of feet away, bent over retching, his hand on the wall to steady him. Joe went over to him, gently holding his shoulder and pulled his hair out of the way. ‘Could be food poisoning again.’ he thought.
Sav stood up and leaned back against the wall. He didn’t dare open his eyes, he knew that they had changed colors and already knew that Joe had seen them inside, but he couldn't risk opening them again for him to see and start asking question.
“What did you eat last?” Joe asked.
“I don’t remember.”
“When was the last time you ate?”
“Um….four…three days….I think,” he grabbed his stomach again as another wave hit him. He groaned and double over, retching again until there was nothing left. He fell back against the wall.
“If it has been four days since you ate, that could be why you’re sick.” Joe told him. “Come on, I’ll get Jack to fix you some soup.”
“You should go.” Sav said barely above a whisper.
Joe reached for his arm, to pull him back inside. “I’m not going anywhere Sav, now come on.”
“No,” he growled, jerking his arm away. “You have to leave!”
“And leave you here like this, no way.”
Sav bent over again, placing his hands on his knees. “It’s too dangerous for you to stay.”
“What are you talking about?” Joe started and reached for him again. "I'm not going to catch..."
“Joe, please, just go. I’ll be fine.” Sav pleaded, the tight rein he held on to the beast within was gone and Joe was so close.
“You are not…” Joe was saying when Sav came at him and pushed him to the other side of the alley. For the first time that night their eyes met and held. Joe could see the pale gold mixed with the blue, even in the dim light of the streetlight. He tried to look away, but couldn't.
Sav gripped his chin. “You should have listened the first time, now it’s to late.”
“What are you doing?” Joe said in a rush of words, as Sav forced him to turn his head. “Get off me.” Joe began to struggle, he sensed something was very wrong. He pushed against him; it was like trying to move a brick wall. He could feel Sav's breath against his neck, as he held him in a death like grip.
The vampire had taken control, the man inside him to weak to resist it any longer. He was hungry and Sav couldn’t stop himself from doing what he needed to do….to survive.
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