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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 Pt17
Sav went straight for the box in the corner of the closet and pulled out a green bottle that had just came earlier that day. Popping the cork, he tipped it to his lips and drank half of it down before he stopped. He landed heavily in the chair and sat there for a long time, trying to figure out why Nick would do such a thing. He didn’t like the way it made him feel. Nothing like when he shared blood with Lacey, maybe because they were going at it hot and heavy at the same time. “I don’t want to think about this anymore, I’m too tired.” He said out loud to no one. He finished off the bottle, but still felt exhausted, he didn’t even bother to get in his bed, just passed out in the chair.
****
Joe came over a few days later. When Sav didn’t answer the door, he tried the knob and found it unlocked. That was unusual, did Sav forget about the crime in this city too, like he’s forgotten everything else lately. A nice big rock star’s house makes for easy targets. Joe noticed the alarm wasn’t on either; he quickly grew concerned and hurried through the house
“Sav are you here?” Joe called out. He flipped the lights on in the foyer so he could see where he was going. He went into the living room and switched on the light behind the couch. Joe saw him sprawled out on the floor.
“What the hell….” Joe said and rushed around the couch. Dropping to his knees beside him, he gave him a gently shake.
Sav bolted straight up. “Don’t!” he yelled and seconds later, realized it was Joe.
Joe almost fell back on his ass, when Sav quickly sat up yelling.
“Joe, oh man, I thought you were someone else.”
“Were you expecting someone else?” Joe asked, concern clearly on his face.
Sav had scooted back against the chair, looking around the room. His hand fell on the green bottle when he spotted it. He felt the vampire surging forward. Hunger gripped him, the smell of warm blood a few feet away. The memory of Joe’s blood, thick in his mind. Sav glanced at him and quickly turned away.
“Oh man, you have to go.” Sav said and sprang to his feet.
“I just got here.” Joe told him standing up.
Sav went to the closet, grabbing a bottle and headed for the bathroom. He concentrated on the bathroom and not the smell of warm blood just a few feet behind him. The door rattled in its frame when he slammed it shut. He had downed almost the entire contents of the bottle when Joe knocked on the door.
“Are you ok?” Joe asked softly.
No response.
Knocking again. “Open the door Sav.”
“Go home.” Sav called out to him.
“No, not until you open this door and answer some questions.”
Silence filled the air as Joe waited for him to answer.
“Open the door!” Joe yelled as he banged on it. Seconds later it flew open. Joe was met with a cold hard stare as Sav moved forward.
“What part didn’t you understand, Joe?” Sav questioned. The hardness in his eyes reached to his voice.
“None of it,” Joe replied. Sav was maneuvering him toward the front door. He stopped walking backwards. The way Sav was behaving sent a touch of fear, tingling in the pit of his stomach, as the night in the alley rushed through his mind. Joe held his breath when Sav stopped a few inches in front of him, his cold, hard gaze penetrated to his bones. Then noticed his nostrils flare as if taking in a deep breath, but it was something more than that. Concentrating on steadying his voice, Joe softly asked him, “What’s gotten in to you lately?”
Sav saw the pleading look for answers, in deep green of Joe's eyes. He so badly wanted to tell his best friend 'what had gotten in him', but he knew he couldn't, it would put Joe's life and that of the Community in danger. Instead, he reeled in those thoughts, roughly grabbed Joe's and managed to go a few feet, when he jerked his arm free.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Grabbing him again, Sav kept moving toward the door.
Joe stumbled down the step by the front door. If Sav wasn't holding his arm so tight, he would have fallen on his ass, “Come on Sav, would you just talk to me, please!”
Sav opened the front door and shoved Joe out, giving him one last hard stare, before he slammed the door in his face and engaged the lock.
“Great, just fucking great!” Joe hissed and spun around heading for his car.
Sav stalked into the living and stopped short. Nick lazily leaned against the fireplace, hands in his coat pockets.
“How did you get in here?”
“You really should lock your doors.” Nick smirked at him.
"Locked or not," Sav easily shot back. "You don't have an invitation to come in."
Laughing arrogantly, Nick pushed away from the mantel. "You believe all the folklore about vampires, some of it isn't true. Specially the one about needing an invitation before entering one's dwelling."
Jabbing his hands on his hips, Sav glared angrily back at him. "I don't care if it is, you're still not invited into my home. I'm still really pissed off at you, for what you did the other night and the times before that."
"What of the times in the future? Would you willingly give yourself to me, doing it that way will avoid you getting pissed off."
"There won't be any in the future," Sav hissed. "The other night was the last time, that's it, no more for you."
"It's not that simple." Nick replied softly.
Sav dropped his hands to his side and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, then glared back at him, "I can make it that simple, just leave."
"I don't want to," Nick smiled and cocked his head the side. "I wanted to stop by and explain why I got a little out of hand the other night."
“A little!” Sav yelled. "You left bruises on my neck that i had to cover up, so I wouldn't have to explain them to Charlie or anyone."
Nick slowly moved away from the fireplace toward him. "That won't happen again."
"That's right it won't happen again, because you are leaving, so get out of my house."
“But I don’t want to.” Nick replied coming closer.
“This is my house Nick and you weren’t invited.”
Nick glanced around, taking in the tastefully decorated room, “It’s nice, I like it.”
Sav couldn't understand why Nick was acting this way, when just a few short weeks ago, he was going out of his way to make sure that he understood his new life and what was expected of him. Even graciously opened his home, to allow him to stay for as long as he need. It wasn't like that now, Nick was different, but why? Why did he travel all the way from America, just to have another taste of his blood. Why did he have to be so rough about it? 'Because I wouldn't give it to him freely.' “What do you want? Why are you here?"
Nick had circled the room, stopping to studied a large painting above the sofa, but his gaze kept going back to Sav, waiting on him to say something else. “You already know the answer to that.”
"And I," Sav growled. "Already told you that wasn't happening again. So get out..." he held up his hands in defeat. "Never mind, if you won't leave, I will."
Nick turned to face him, clasping his hands behind his back, “I don’t think so.”
Sav waited a moment to see if Nick would do anything, when he didn't, he turned his back on him and walked toward the front door. He held his breath, as he expected Nick to come up behind him, like he had done before. He let it out slowly when he made it to the porch and was grateful that Joe still sat in the driveway. Skipping the steps, he was by the car in a blur, opening the door he got in.
It surprised Joe when he flopped heavily in the seat next to him. “Change your mind that fast?”
“Just drive.” Sav told him slumping down in the seat.
”Where are we going?”
“Drive!” Sav yelled.
“Fine,” Joe replied in a huff and put the car in gear. Glancing out the rearview mirror, he saw a figure standing on the porch, he stopped the car. “Somebody is on your porch.”
“Don’t stop, keep going.” Sav grumbled.
“But…”
“Go!” Sav threw out his hands.
Joe hit the gas peddle and the car shot forward. A few miles down the road, he couldn’t hold back any longer. “Who was on the porch?”
“Nick.” Sav replied softly.
“Nick Knight?” Joe said with surprise.
“Yes, he’s been following me.”
Joe glanced over at him in the dim interior of the car, “Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know.”
“How long has he been following you?”
“Long enough.” Sav said on a long sigh of breath.
“Why would he follow you? Is he still investigating your disappearance?”
“I don’t know.” Sav replied.
Joe thought that maybe he could get somewhere tonight and maybe get some answers. He figured he would approach it in a different way. “You know, if you have a problem, you can always talk to me about it.”
“I don’t have a problem.” he said in a calm, soft voice.
“From the way you’ve been acting lately, I would say you do.”
Sav turned he head away from looking out the window, “I don’t have a problem, ok.”
Joe glanced at him and tried again. “I’ve noticed a lot of different things about you, even if you haven’t,” he waited for Sav to say something and when he didn’t Joe surged forward. “What brought on those differences?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“It wasn’t the water that made you sick, was it?”
Silence stretched between them a few minutes before Sav answered, “I told you I hadn’t eaten in three days.”
“Why, there was food on the plane, you could have eaten that. You could have gotten something at the pub.”
”I can’t tell you that either.”
“You did in the alley by the pub.” Joe hazard a glance at him, to find Sav looking back at him.
“Did what?” Sav knew what Joe was trying to get him to say.
“Ate.”
Twisting his back to the window, Sav snorted, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Joe’s hopes fell when he said that. He slammed on the brakes, sending Sav forward into the dashboard, if he hadn’t of put up his hand, Sav would have hit the windshield.
“Damnit Joe, what’d you do that for, I almost went threw the glass!”
“Come on Sav, stop fucking around and stop denying it.”
“Denying what?” Sav shouted.
“You tell me.”
”There’s nothing to tell!” he continued shouting.
Joe remained calm. Yelling back wasn't going to help him get those answers. “The truth would be nice.”
“How can I do that, when there isn’t one?”
“Then why are you shouting?” Joe said.
“I’m not shouting. You keep trying to get me to say something and I have no idea what it is you want me to say.”
“The truth.” Joe repeated.
“The truth about what? How many woman I banged on the last tour? How many bottles of water I drank. What?”
“The truth about what happened in the alley?” Joe said, looking straight at him.
“Ug…are we back to that again?" Sav rolled his eyes and slumped further down in his seat. "Whatever happened is from your own imagination. I wasn’t even there.”
“Yes, you were.”
“In your dreams, you dreamed the whole thing!”
“No I didn’t, it was as real to me as you’re sitting here now.”
Sav turned his head away form him to star back out the window in hopes that Joe would stop with the questions. It wasn't meant to be.
“Was it good?”
“Was what good?” Sav replied softly.
“My blood.”
Sav chuckled at his words.
“Well?”
“You’re not going to drop it, are you?”
Joe glanced in his mirrors to make sure no cars where coming as they sat in the middle of the road. “No.”
Sav took a deep breath and sifted in his seat, turning to Joe. “Ok, you want the truth?”
“That would be a great start.”
“Ok, I’m a vampire, have been for a while, and yes, I drank your blood in the alley, because I was starving and it was really good. Is that what you wanted to hear, are you happy now?”
“I don’t believe you, vampires are a myth.” Joe commented.
“Then why are you pushing me so hard about it, if you believe them to a be myth.” Sav was on the verge of yelling again.
“I don’t know, maybe I was dreaming.”
“Maybe.” Sav glared at him a moment.
“Oh, what is that suppose to mean?”
“Nothing.”
“Maybe you are, maybe you’re not. I dreamed the whole thing, now you say I didn’t, I’m getting confused here Sav.”
“Maybe you are.”
“Then explain it to me.”
“No.” Sav huffed.
“Why not?”
“You don’t need to know.”
Joe hardly contained his frustrations of getting this far, only to have Sav clam up again, ”The hell I don’t. You don’t think I haven't noticed the changes in you!”
Sav blew out a heavy breath, "Please Joe, just drop it ok."
"I can't..."Joe said softly. "I want you to explain to me what happened to you. No more bullshit. I want the truth Sav."
"Goddamnit!!..." Sav yelled and slammed his fist into the dashboard, burying it several inches. "I told you the fucking truth. What more do you want?"
Joe stared in shock at the hole in his dashboard, then turned his eyes to stare at Sav. A touch of fear tingled in his stomach. "Why couldn't you tell me this before, instead of hiding it all this time?"
'Shit this isn’t happening.' Sav thought. He had to do something to get Joe’s mind off of this. “You know, I think I’ll get out here.” he made a move to get out and Joe grabbed his arm, holding him in place.
“Ok, I won’t ask any more question.”
Sav paused with one leg on the ground. He swung his leg back in and settled back in the seat. Silence stretched between them as Joe put the car back in gear and eased down the road.
“So what does Nick have to do with this?” Joe finally asked.
“No more question, I’m not going to answer them.” Sav replied softly. He took a deep breath. 'Now what? He knows and I tried everything to detour him, twisting the question back on him, but that didn’t work. I was careless that night in the alley; letting my hungry for warm blood get the better of me.' He had to solve the problem and fast, but how he didn’t know and he didn’t know of anyone that could help him. 'Where was Lacey when I need her right now?'
"How is your hand?" Joe asked after a few more minutes of silence.
"Fine."
"I'm sorry if I pushed you about this. I was worried about you and I understand now."
"Really." Sav shot back.
"Yes...well, maybe....I don't know." Joe shrugged his shoulders.
"Then we can leave it at that."
Joe glanced over at him as he pulled up in front of his house. They got out of the car and went inside.
“I’ll be in the guest room.” Sav told him and disappeared upstairs.
****
The rest of the band flew in the next day for rehearsals before doing the club dates. Joe had a house full of people. Rick had mentioned one evening why Sav wasn’t staying at his house, Joe told him he didn’t want to travel back and forth, and it was easier just staying here. A few questions were asked about his behavior and Joe tried his best to answer them, everyone seemed happy about his answer. He wasn’t sure at this point about what Sav had told him. Maybe he was dreaming about the whole affair. It frustrated him to no end about all of it.
Joe was watching TV alone the night before they were to leave, everyone had already went to bed, well not Sav because he wasn’t even there. He had left shortly after the sun went down and it was getting really late. If he had been there, Joe would be in bed too, so the house was quite except the drone of the TV. Joe heard a bang at the front door, low whispering voices, the knob jiggled as someone tried to get in. Rising from his chair, he went over and opened the door.
A startled shriek greeted him as Sav and a woman tumbled to the floor.
“Damn, I hate it when that happens.” Sav said staring up at Joe. “Although it not so bad when someone lands on top of you.”
“Any time babe.” The woman said.
“Where have you been?” Joe asked.
“Out.” Sav replied, his hands were all over her.
“You’re drunk again. Did you forget that the bus leaves in a couple of hours?” Joe asked.
“No, that’s why I came here, so I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Get up so I can close the door.” Joe told him.
“Do we have to, I rather like it down here.” Sav chuckled.
“Move out of the way.” Joe said again and nudged him with his foot.
Sav groaned and rolled over, now she was on bottom. “Although the view from here isn’t that bad either.”
She smiled up at him and pulled his head down to her waiting lips.
“You're still in the way.” Joe said.
Sav wrapped his arm under her back and dragged her across the floor. Joe closed and locked the door, and turning back to Sav.
“Why didn’t you take her to your house?” Joe asked.
“I don’t know.” Sav replied and sucked a hard nipple in his mouth, she moaned with pleasure, pulling his head harder against her.
“At least take her to your room.” Joe grumbled.
When Joe realized that he wasn’t paying any attention to him now, he shook his head. Turning off the TV and lights he went upstairs to bed. He heard Sav behind him saying that she was going to like this.
“No doubt.” Joe mumbled to himself.
****
Early the next morning, Joe dragged himself from bed, he wished he could sleep several more hours. But he couldn’t, the buses would be there soon to pick them up. Going downstairs he started a pot of coffee and waited for it to finish brewing before he went into the living room. He found Sav on his stomach, arm hanging over the side, passed out on the sofa alone; the blanket barely covered him. Joe went over to him and gave him a gentle shake.
“Wake up.”
Sav stirred and flipped over. “I’m awake.”
Joe went back into the kitchen. Phil and Vivian came in a short time later.
“Rick said he would be down in a minute.” Phil told him.
Headlights shone through the window.
“The buses are here.” Phil shouted through the house.
“The sun is barely up, why do we have to leave so early?” Rick asked coming into the room.
“Wasn’t my idea,” Joe said. “We do have a meet and greet at four, maybe that’s why.”
“I’ll go back to sleep on the bus.” Rick informed them.
“Did Sav get here last night?” Vivian asked.
“Yeah, it was late when he did.” Joe told them. He left the room and went back to see if he was up. He hadn’t moved. Joe shook him again. “Get up. We’re leaving soon.”
Sav slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position and pulled the covers over him, laying his head back against the couch, he closed his eyes.
“Oh no you don’t,” Joe started. “You’re not going back to sleep.”
“Ok….ok I’m up,” Sav told him. “Where are my clothes?”
“All over the room.”
Sav rubbed his sleepy gold-flaked eyes. Pulling himself reluctantly from the couch, he wrapped the blanket around him and went around picking up his clothes. “I’ll wait for you guys on the bus.”
“You don’t want any breakfast?” Joe called after him.
“No, but have them stop at my house. I need for you to get the box from the closet, just don't look in it. I need my suitcase too.”
Malvin arrived soon after and lit a fire under their butts to get them moving faster. Joe climbed on the bus and Sav had only made it as far as the couch, and lay on stomach again.
Malvin came in and looked at him. “At least he’s on the bus.”
Joe chuckled. “I’ll get him to move to the room.”
“No let him sleep, he must have had a long night.” Mal commented.
“You can say that again.”
The others pilled in and an hour later, they were on the road. Joe mentioned to Dan, that they had to stop at Sav’s house on the way out, to get his stuff that he forgot to bring to his house. Phil ran upstairs and Joe grabbed the box from the closet, he didn’t open it, as Sav asked him not too.
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