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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 Pt15
Joe became more frightened by the second. He didn’t understand what Sav was doing. Images and words flashed through his mind, but he couldn’t make any since out of them. He struggled harder only to have the bricks of the building dig into his back.
“Damnit Sav, get off me!” Joe tried to yell, but the grip Sav had on his chin prevented him from opening his mouth to far or moving his head at all. Joe pushed his forearm between them on Sav’s throat. In one swift motion, Sav had it pinned tight behind him, where the bricks bit into the bare skin of his forearm. With his free hand, he gripped his shirt, trying to pull him back that way, this only resulted in tearing the shirt.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Joe grumbled. He tried pulling his hand away from his chin, to no avail, Sav's grip was just to tight, to the point that Joe feared he would crack his jaw. "OW, your fuckin' hurting me, let go!" He finally resorting to balling his fist up and hitting him where ever he could.
Sav barely heard anything Joe was saying, or feel his hard hits that rained over his should and back, his only thought was the sweet smell of his blood within inches of his fangs. His tongue came out and lazily licked a long trail up Joe’s throat. He could feel the throbbing of the vein each time his heart beat, heard the blood rushing by. His mouth watered and his fangs ached painfully, to feel the warm flesh tight around them. Moving Joe’s head further up, his lips touched his skin. Sav groaned deep in his chest, as he scraped his teeth across the tender skin.
Joe stopped struggling immediately upon feeling the prick of needles on his throat, the deep animal like growl he heard coming from Sav. He tried to twist his head around again, but couldn't. He darted his eyes down the alley, seeking any help that might be close, but there wasn't anyone. Fear of the unknown gripped his insides, tighter than his grip on Sav's shoulder.
Sav stopped over the thinnest layer of skin, that stood in his way for the blood that he desired. He bit down, the sharpness of his fangs easily pieced the skin, further still, they broke through the wall of the vein, on ward they plunged. Sav felt the blood rushing across his sensitive teeth. He clamped his mouth down, as the blood flowed across his tongue, like the finest of any wine.
Fear and shock kept him from screaming against the pain in his neck and the only sound in the alley, was Joe’s sharp intake of breath. Joe felt another long, hard pull on his neck, felt the warm trickle of blood on his skin. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut he whispered. “Oh shit.” He felt another pull, more warmth, a soft groan from Sav. At that second, Joe knew what was happening, what Sav was doing, and couldn’t believe it, yet it was happening. Joe’s mind raced, he wasn’t dreaming, this was real, felt the pressure on his throat, another stronger pull….
The pressure on his chest suddenly vanished and he stumbled forward. Dizziness swept through his head as he tried to regain his balance, then leaned back against the wall for support. After a few moment, Joe glanced both ways down the alley and didn’t see Sav anywhere. He was afraid to touch his neck, fearing what he would find there. Taking a deep breath he did anyway. Joe brought his fingers down and saw the blood glistening there, he stared at it a moment in disbelief.
“Oh man Sav, what have you done.” He whispered and dropped his arm beside him, resting his head back against the cool bricks, he stared up at the night sky.
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Sav pushed back in the shadows when Joe looked down the alley. He had a little more control now after taking that little bit of blood from him. He couldn’t believe that he had stopped himself as hungry as he was. The taste of Joe still clang to the inside of his mouth. He wanted more from him, but he couldn’t, fought the urge to go after him again, fought the deep emotions that suddenly swelled within him, from a place he had long ago buried. Slumping back against the wall, Sav covered his face with his hands. “What have I done?” He mumbled into them, then dropped his hands back to his sides. Taking a last look at Joe, he quietly made his way further down the ally and took to the air. The instinct to survive took over. He had no choice, but to put out the fire that still burned in his stomach.
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The clatter of metal from deep within the alley, caused Joe to jump and spin around. He strained his eyes in the darkness, to see where it had come from, but didn’t see anything.
“Sav.” Joe called out softly. When no response came, he slowly backed out of the alley, bumping into someone walking down the sidewalk.
“Hey, watch where you’re going.”
“Sorry.” Joe replied. He wanted to go back in the pub for a drink to calm his nerves, but after looking down at his shirt front to see the blood there, he backed up and went to his car instead.
On the drive home, a million thoughts and question raced through his mind about what happened tonight. Joe did know the answer to one of them, but they were a myth, legend, a fantasy written over a hundred years ago by someone that had a good imagination. But yet, his best friend was one, or was he? Joe felt of his neck again, it was slightly tender to his touch, but no longer bleeding. Parking the car in front of his house, he went inside. Stripping his bloody shirt off, he went to the bathroom. He examined the marks on his neck in the mirror and was surprised they were already scabbed over. Turning on the water, Joe splashed some cold water over them, taking the slight sting away. He noticed then the slight discoloration around the holes and a few more on his jaw. Staring his reflection a few minutes longer, trying to make sense out what happened, he leaned over the sink and splashed more cold water on his face. Pulling the towel from its rack, he gently dried that are on his neck, then his face.
There was no point in trying to sleep tonight, Joe knew he wouldn't be able to with all the thoughts running through his mind. Instead he grabbed a bottle of booze from the cabinet, taking it with him, he went out onto his patio, overlooking the Wicklow Mountains, outside of Dublin.
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The following morning, Joe quickly showered, stopping long enough in the bathroom to inspect the red marks that were still present on his neck. Telling himself that what happened last night, really did happen and he didn't dream it after all. Leaving the bathroom, he bounded down the stairs on the way to the kitchen to grab and apple on his way the garage and his car. The twenty minute drive to Sav's house, on the coast, seemed like it took forever. This gave Joe amply time to get his thoughts together and a list of question to ask him.
Pulling up in front of Sav's sprawling house, Joe long, fast strides had him walking through the front door in moment. “Charlie.” He called out as he closed the door and waited for a response.
“In here.”
Joe followed her voice and went into the kitchen, where she just finished washing her breakfast dishes. “Hi Joe, you just missed breakfast.”
“Have you seen Sav, is he here?” Joe asked stopping at the center island.
“Yesterday morning when I got here, but not today, he didn’t come home last night.” She told him.
“You knew he was here and didn’t call me.”
“It wasn’t my place to do that Mr. Elliott, he wanted to do it himself. Did he meet you at the pub?”
“Yeah, did he say anything to you about what is bothering him?”
“No. He just said he was tired from his trip. I do know that something is wrong, I could tell that right away.”
Joe raked his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, it has been since he disappeared months ago.”
“I take it, you don't know what it is?” Charlie asked. “He wouldn’t say to much to me either.”
“Um…no…no he didn’t.
“Is he in some sort of trouble?” Charlie asked.
“No, he has a …problem.” Joe told her. “If you see him today or tonight, it’s very important that he call me.”
“You can’t tell me what’s going on.” Charlie called after him as he left.
“No.”
Joe drove around the city, he had no idea where to look. Searching his memory for what little he knew about them. It’s daylight, so that meant he had to be hiding somewhere. Joe chuckled to himself, which can be anywhere; Dublin was full of dark places. Places Sav knows, hangs out at, well that was a short list. It took Joe most of the day to check out those and Sav wasn’t at any of them. Around sunset Joe was frazzled to no end. ‘Why did I spend all day looking for him.' Joe thought, he should have known that it would be useless. He parked the car and went into the pub for a much needed drink.
He stopped at the bar for his drink. “Hi Cassie, is Jack here?”
“No, he’s off tonight.” She told him and sat his drink. "Do you want to leave him a message?"
"NO, it wasn't that important." Joe replied, taking the large frosty mug, he went to his usual booth. His steps slowed when he saw Sav sitting there, fidgeting with his napkin. 'Well some things didn’t change.' He closed the distance and slid into the seat. Joe studied him, to see if you could see anything of last night. It was amazing nothing he remembered from last night was there now. Sav sat there calmly, he wasn’t sweating or doubled over in pain, he seemed...normal, except for the paleness of his skin.
“What happened last night?” Joe finally broke the silence.
He didn’t answer or meet Joe’s steady glare.
“What to happened to you?”
Sav ignored him.
“I knew there was something wrong, but never this.” Joe continued.
When Sav still didn’t respond, Joe lost his temper. “Answer me goddamn-it!” he yelled. Sav jumped from his loud voice and several people in the bar looked in their directions.
Joe leaned forward and plowed on. “Explain to me what happened last night.”
Sav's eyes remained fixed on the table. “Explain what?”
Even his voice was the same as it always was, when last night it was much deeper.
“You attacked me last night.” Joe informed him.
“Attacked you, I wasn’t even here!”
“Bullshit, you sat right there. I thought you were sick from the way you looked, how wrong I was. Outside you attacked me. I didn’t know what you were doing, until you bit me and sucked my blood…”
“Sucked your blood,” Sav looked at him and chuckled. “You must have had a bad dream.”
“You call this a bad dream?” Joe huffed and tugged his shirt collar back, exposing two red marks.
Sav’s smile faded.
Joe felt the anger slowly build and tried to keep it out of his voice. “You better start answering some question right now or so help me…”
Sav started to get up. “I have to go.”
“Don’t you fucking move.” Joe said heatedly.
Sav turned and glared at him. “Ok, what do you want to know?”
“How long?”
“How long what?” Sav easily turned the question around.
“How long have you been this way?”
“Um…all my life.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Joe shot back.
“Then what did you mean, Joe?”
“Lacey did this to you didn’t she?”
Sav sat back down. “Did what?”
“You're not going to make this easy, are you?”
“No.” Sav tried to anticipate his next questions.
“Why not?”
“Cause I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Joe growled in frustration. “You’re a vampire Sav.”
Sav couldn’t contain his laughter. “Now I know your dreaming.”
“I am not dreaming damn-it,” Joe shot back. "This is no dream," he pointed to his neck. "The pain and pressure I felt last night was no dream."
“Then you must have banged your head to hard, because I’m not what you say I am." Sav laughed again. "A vampire, that's a good one Joe.”
“Then you’re denying it.”
”No...I'm not.” Sav shrugged.
Joe leaned forward to prop himself on the table. "Then you are one, because you aren't denying it."
Leaning forward, Sav held his eyes. "I not a vampire, Joe."
“I don’t believe you." He quickly shot back. "There are to many things that are different about you. I've noticed them, you tried to hide them from me, but I noticed."
”Believe what you want,” Sav smiled across the table at him. “It’s been a nice little chat, but I have to go.”
“Go where?” Joe asked as Sav got up.
“Home to bed.”
“But, we’re not finished.”
“I am.” Sav replied and started to move away form the table and stopped. Turning back to Joe he said, “Maybe you should go home to and get a good night’s sleep, you seem a little stressed about something.”
Joe could only watch him leave. He knew he was lying, but getting him to admit to it was going to be hard. He couldn't hide it anymore from him. One day he will slip up and his secret will be out. Taking a long sip of his drink, Joe leaned back in his seat, then took a deep breath. 'Maybe I've convinced myself, that he is a vampire and I really did dream the whole episode last night. But that doesn't explain the marks on my neck.' Looking down at his mug, he finally pushed it away. 'Alcohol isn't helping to clear my head either.'
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