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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 Pt18
During the club tour, for the next few weeks, everything went, for the most part, uneventful. Except for the few occasion when Sav would wonder off when they had a few days in between gigs, only to be gone a few hours at a time. No one questioned where he’d gone. No one questioned him, when he told them that he couldn't do meet and greets in the daytime. They just changed the scheduled to accommodate him. There were some times and dates that couldn't be changed and Sav would work around this to be able to see the fans. Most of the time, he would clean up after the shows and stay on the bus. He rarely went out with the guys to have fun. What was more surprising to them, is that Sav didn’t bring the first woman back to the bus or hotel. This was a very different Sav, then he was at the end of the world tour of the previous year.
Sav knew that Nick was following him, had been since the club dates started. He rarely saw him, but knew he was there. Just waiting for another opportunity to barge in unannounced.
Six weeks into the tour everything changed with Sav. Everyone noticed how on edge he was, but didn’t say anything. It started with bringing a woman backstage after every show, sometimes two at a time. To the others every time this happened, they would make comments about having a woman in every port and would all laugh about it. Mal and Joe told him he needed to slow down on how many he would bring backstage or take back to the hotel for a romp in the sheets. Sav would just blow them off and say don’t worry about it.
Sav was starting to feel comfortable about Nick not showing up and for his petty little demands. The guys started seeing the difference in him, once again. Sav was more relaxed then he had been in the last couple of weeks. Rick commented that it had to do with all the women and sex he’s had of late. Vivian thought it had something to do with the drunken nights. Joe watched him continuously, looking for anything different that he hadn’t noticed before and tried not to be too obvious about it.
That all changed again, when they reached Dunn shire, England. Sav was yelling at everyone, he couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything. He got into a shouting match with Rick and stormed out of the hotel and was gone all night. He returned just before sunrise and slept the rest of the day. When Joe showed up later that evening Sav was awake, drinking   from one his endless supply of green bottles.
“What happened last night with you and Rick?” Joe asked him.
“I don’t know, I guess it was something he said or did that pissed me off.”
“It seems that everything is doing that lately. So what’s up, is it the tour, one of us, what?”
“It’s nothing Joe, I’ll take care.” he told him.
He knew what he had to do now, but just the thought of having to go out and kill someone again, turned his stomach. He had to be able to get himself back under control. Stop fighting with his own instincts to hunt and take care of it, the sooner the better.
“Ok.” was all Joe said, not wanting to push the subject.
Later that night at the show, Sav was visibly uncomfortably. He felt someone was watching him, stalking him like prey. He knew it wasn’t the fans, this had a different feeling. When they had finished the show, Sav went to the dressing room and cleaned up. Every one kept watching him to see what his next reaction would be. But he never blew up like they expected him to do.
“I need to get out of here.” he said aloud.
“And go where?” Rick asked.
“Nowhere, anywhere, just away from here,” Sav huffed with a big wave of his arms. “Come on Joe, we can talk about nothing for the entire night.”
“Or maybe find a bar to hide in.” Joe said chuckling.
“Sounds good to me. Lets go.”
They left the dressing room and went in search of the car that they had rented.
“You know, I feel like walking. It’s not that far. I saw a bar a few blocks down the road that’s within walking distance.” Sav informed him. His voice was soft and raspy after the concert.
“Ok that’s fine. I’m pumped from the show and walking sounds good.”
They walked most of the way in silence, just enjoying each other’s company and not arguing for once.
Sav stopped and turned around, someone had been following them since they had left the club. He froze in his place when he saw whom it was.
Nick came up to them. “Hello Rick. How are you this fine evening?”
“What do you want?"
“Ah, still angry with me. I figured that in time you would not be.”
“You figured wrong.” Sav told him.
“Come now…don’t be that way…” Nick took a couple steps closer. “…you already know what I want.”
“Not this time,” Sav quickly turned around and continued walking away. “Come on Joe.”
Nick followed them as they continued down the sidewalk. “Is this how we’re going to play this out.” Nick said from behind them.
“Go away and leave me alone.” Sav called over his shoulder.
“Now you know I can’t do that. I waited several weeks already, but I just couldn’t forget about how good you taste.” Nick touched Sav’s shoulder and he spun around to glare at him.
“I told you to forget it. I will not let that happen again.”
“Are you refusing me?” Nick gloated with a glint in his eye.
“Yes.” Sav said quickly and knew he would regret it.
“What if I take Mr. Elliott over there.” Nick told him and looked over at Joe.
“You wouldn’t.”
Nick moved quickly and was behind Joe, his hand gripped him around the throat before Sav could stop him.   Joe struggled in the firm grip that Nick had on him.
“What the hell is going on. Let go of me?” Joe choked out.
Sav looked at him and then back at Nick, his fangs were down, ready to strike.
“Wait!” Sav yelled. “Alright.”
Nick stopped just before he sank his teeth in and looked over at Sav. “You’ve changed your mind. How delightful.”
He let Joe loose, but not before he kissed his neck. Joe stiffened at the jester. Nick walked over to Sav. ”Shall we.” he pointed in the direction of the alley that was a couple of feet away.
“Sav what are you doing?” Joe asked.
“It’s ok, just wait for me here and don’t follow us.” Sav said quietly.
Joe went to protest, but Sav stopped him with a raised hand.
They walked in the direction of the alley and went half way down before Nick grabbed his arm and spun him around. Pushing him up against the wall.
“I hope it sore’s in your stomach.” Sav smarted, while glaring at him.
“It will not, your blood is to sweet for that to happen.” Nick told him.
He had waited to long for this and it was going to be pure pleasure to taste him again.   Sav braced himself for the pain that was sure to follow when, he saw the look in Nick’s eyes. It caught him of guard, when he gently sank his fangs into his neck and began to slowly draw out the blood. He felt nothing form this and only wanted it to end. When he begin to feel light headed, Sav tried to push Nick away.
“Enough.” he told him and shoved harder.
Nick with drew his fangs and stepped back. “Would you like some in return?”
“I want nothing from you,” Sav growled. “Just leave.”
Nick quickly pushed him back against the wall and licked the few drops of blood that had seeped from the twin holes. “The pleasure has been all mine. Until we meet again.”
Nick took off and left Sav standing there. He took a few minutes to gather himself before he went back out and joined Joe, who was still waiting on the sidewalk. Sav was a little unsteady on his feet and tried to hide it.
“What did he want?”
“Nothing.” he said softly and stumbled forward a bit.
Joe reached out for his arm to steady him, “It didn’t look like nothing to me.”
“I didn’t have a choice, but to do what he asked.”
“What did he ask? What kind of choice, leaves you like this?”
“I can't tell you,” he replied softly. “I’m going back to the hotel before I pass out.”
“I don’t understand this at all.” Joe huffed still holding his arm.
“It nothing Joe, just forget it. Don’t ask a million question bec….
“You won’t answer them.” Joe finished for him.
When they returned to the hotel, Sav grabbed a bottle and disappeared into the bathroom, he gulped it down. He sat there a long while, before getting up and went back to the other room. He stripped off his shirt and shoes and crawled in bed, mindless of Joe and Phil watching him.
“That’s a surprise, he’s not going out tonight.” Phil said.
“I guess the encounter with Nick shook him up, at least that’s the vibe I get.”
Phil swung his gaze from Sav to Joe, "Are you on a first name basis with that cop now?"
Joe shrugged his shoulder and begin to pick at his fingernails. "It's shorter than Detective Knight."
"Maybe," Phil mumbled and picked up his water bottle, taking a long drink before he asked, “He didn’t tell you what happened?”
“No, I didn’t ask, he wouldn’t have given a straight answer anyway.”
“It would great if he would confide in one of us and say what’s bothering him.”
“I tried and you know how that turned out.” Joe said with a roll of his eyes.
“I had to laugh at that. He must have been real sick to tell you that. Funny or not, do you believe him?”
“I don’t know, although it would explain his behavior to a degree.”
“You are not seriously thinking what he said is true.” Phil said.
“Think about it.” Joe started. “Think about some of the stuf……” a pillow hit Joe in the face.
“Could you guys think about it somewhere else? I’m tired and want to sleep, but I can’t sleep with your constant babbling.” Sav grumbled.
“Can I ask you a question Sav?” Phil spoke up.
“No.” He flopped down on the bed and covered his head with another pillow.
Phil rose from his seat and gestured toward the door, “How about we head to the bar? We can celebrate since tonight was the last show.”
“Sure, that way sleeping beauty over there can get some sleep.” Joe chuckled. Another pillow came sailing at him and he tossed it back.
****
Sav dreamed of Lacey, everywhere he looked, he couldn’t find her and didn’t understand why she left him or where she had gone. Was it something he did to make her leave? He thought they were happy together. Just like a women to take what they wanted and then leave. But Lacey was no ordinary woman. She had changed his life forever. He could have any woman he wanted, but just had to be careful of what he did and not take it to far.
Sav stirred in his sleep, he clawed his way out of the darkness of sleep to find that someone was in the room and was choking him. His eyes opened to see Nick looking down at him. He tried to pull his hands away, but Nick’s grip was like a vise.
“Happy to see me again so soon?’ Nick sneered.
“Let me go.” Sav rasped out around the tightness on his throat.
“If you like.” With that, Nick threw him across the room.
Sav slammed against the wall and slid down heavily. Nick came over to him and once again grabbed him by the throat hauling him back up.
Nick hissed around his fangs,“Tonight was to easy.”
“What do you mean?”
“You taste better when you resist me.” He once again threw Sav across the room.
He landed halfway on the dresser and knocked everything off and rolled onto the floor. Nick was on top of him in seconds, pinning him to the floor.
“You need to fight back Rick to have your blood to have the taste that I crave so badly.”
“Well, I won’t give you that satisfaction.” Sav growled around his own fangs.
“Don’t make this hard on yourself,” Nick picked him up and slammed him against the wall. “Fight back.”
“No.” Sav choked out.
Nick slung him sideways down the wall and he landed on the floor.
“You can do what ever you want, I will not fight back.” Sav told him.
Nick came over to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him up to stand in front of him. Looking into his eyes, Nick knew that he would give in and not fight him. With a growl from deep within him, Nick threw him across the room again.
Sav lay where he landed, he was bleeding and bruised from the beating Nick was giving him. Nick was on him again, this time he pushed Sav’s head roughly to the side and sank his fangs deep in his vein.
Sav yelled with pain and struggled from the brutality of his attack. When he was done taking what he wanted, Nick whispered in his ear. “Fight back next time and it will be better.”
Sav waited until he was certain that Nick was gone before he moved. Pulling in a deep, haggard breath, he rolled to his side and lay there. Even that small movement had his body screaming in protest.
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Hours later, Joe and Phil returned from dinner, going to Joe's room that he shared with Sav. They wanted to go over a new song that Phil was writing.
“That’s funny. I don’t remember leaving the door open.” Joe commented as they come upon to the door. He opened it slowly. Seeing the mess in the room, he called out to Sav. No answer. He went further into the room, that’s when he saw Sav’s feet sticking out from behind the bed. He quickly went over and looked down at him. Joe touched Sav’s shoulder and slowly turned him onto his back.
“What the hell...” Joe said upon seeing his face.
“Sav can you hear me?” Phil asked loudly.
“I can hear you fine Phil, just don’t yell again.”
Phil looked up at Joe with a worried look on his face.
“Help me get him on the bed?” Joe said.
They lifted him up, Sav sucked in his breath at the searing pain in his chest.
“Should we call an ambulance?” Phil asked, his own worry touching his voice.
“No.” Sav said quickly.
“We should take you to the hospital.”
“I’ll be fine.” Sav told him, the pain in his voice obvious.
Joe leaned slightly over him, trying to get a better look at the bruises on his ribcage, then the cut on his lip and the one above his eye. "We should clean these up..."
"No," Sav cut him off and painfully grabbed for the sheet to pull over him. "Nothing is bleeding anymore, I'll be fine in a little while."
Standing straight, Joe stared down at him. Going against his better judgment in getting Sav to a hospital, he glanced at Phil, “Just let him rest and sleep it off.”
“Yeah, good idea.” Sav mumbled.
“Not a good idea, Sav. What hurts?” Phil asked leaning closer.
“Everything.”
“You need to see a doctor, something may be broken.”
Sav just shook his head.
“Do you know who would have done this?” Phil asked Joe.
“I have a pretty good idea. But we can’t do any thing about it.” Joe commented, shrugging his shoulders.
“Why not?”
“He doesn’t want us to. He said to me earlier when we got back, that he would work it out. I could hurt that shit myself for doing this.”
“NO!” Sav yelled at him, eyes flying open. “Just stay away from him, Joe.”
“You could press charges.”
“That won’t do any good, he’s a cop remember.”
Phil darted his somewhat confused gaze between them. "Cop, what cop? Are you talking about that detective that was in charge of your disappearance?"
"Yeah, Nick Knight." Joe filled him in with the name. "I know he did this."
“You have to do something Sav, look at what he did.”
“There is nothing I can do. I’ll take care of it.” he mumbled again. Pulling the sheet over his head, as if to block out an more conversation, Sav pulled a deep breath in to maybe help with the pain.
“This is crazy. He is not above the law!” Phil said angrily.
“Our hands are tied Phil, you heard him, he doesn’t want our help.” Joe said, going about straightening the room up. Phil helped him put every thing away, then sat down and tried to work on the song. But after what they had come upon earlier in the room, neither one of them could concentrate. Phil finally called it a night and went to his room.
****
Joe sat in the chair and watched Sav sleep. He noticed the bruises on his face had all but disappeared, along with the swelling around his eye. Joe studied his breathing, very shallow, long pauses in between each one.
His eyes fell on the medium sized box in the corner of the room. The words DO NOT TOUCH!! was written on all sides. What is in that box, in those green bottles for Sav to write that on there?
“Sav.” Joe called him. When he didn’t show any sign that he had heard Joe, he rose from the chair. Keeping his eyes on him, Joe went over the to the box. He knelt down and stared at it a moment before quietly opening the folded top. About 8 green bottles nestled in foam were inside. Joe picked one up and peered through the glass to see the liquid inside. He fingered the cork, debating weather or not to pull it out. Twisting the bottle around he finally put it back with the others and closed the lid.
He stood up and wondered around the room, finally stopping at the side of Sav’s bed and sat on the floor. He studied his face, the same one he had looked at so many times over the years. Sav looked the same, except older and maybe a little pale, but that could just be the light in the room. Joe sat up on his knees, propped his chin in his hand. Leaning closer to get a better look before he brought his hand up to brush the lock of curls that had fallen in Sav’s face away. Placing his finger on his eyelid, Joe eased it upward. He quickly let it fall back in place.
“Ok...what of the other.” Joe softly mumbled. He waited for Sav to settle after he moved. Placing his finger softly over his lip, he slowly pushed it upward. The sharp point came into focus, then the length. He jerked his hand away and fell back on the floor. Joe sat there motionless a few minutes, just staring at his friend.
Pushing himself to his feet, he sat on his bed. Joe ran his hand over his face and took a deep breath. Glancing back at Sav. He couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it. All the signs Joe knew about were there. Seeing the color of Sav’s eyes, not blue, but a light golden color with very little blue mixed in, the long sharp teeth, everything swam in his head.   Sav was telling him the truth about what he was. Joe didn’t know how to react, be afraid of him or try and forget it.
“Not likely.” Joe said aloud.
This changed a lot of things. Could they remain friends? What will happen to the band? What could they do to protect him? And what does Nick have to do with it? Why is he following Sav? All of those questions bounced around in his head. But the biggest one, was why Sav wouldn’t talk to him about it? Taking a deep breath, Joe finally laid down for some much needed rest. Although, he didn’t think he would sleep.
**** ****
The next morning Mal yelled at Joe and Phil for not taking Sav to the hospital when they found him. Despite his condition, which had vastly improved over night, which surprised Phil.
Sav turned over and told Mal that he didn’t want them to take him there, he would be fine in a few days anyway. Just let him sleep a little longer and he would be ready to go home. After a few more heated words, Mal finally agreed with Sav, against his better judgment.
Everyone agreed to stay in town while Sav rested before they parted, going to their respective homes in a few days. The guys decided to bum around town most of the day, until the fans drove them back to the hotel for dinner. Sav remained in the room the entire time, not venturing far from the bed. Another box had arrived for him and Joe went down to the lobby to get it and carried it upstairs earlier. Sav told him again, not to look inside or ask questions about what was. Joe said nothing to him about last night or that he knew what was in the bottles.
****
Nick watched them from the shadows laughing over dinner, carrying on with a few fans that had ventured over. It was time to take action. He motioned for the two men that were standing close by to follow him. Nick broke the lock on the door and silently entered the room. Sav was sleeping as he had expected. Pulling the needle from his pocket, he gently inserted it into his arm. Sav stirred and turned over. Nick almost didn’t get all the liquid injected when he moved. Now the waiting game and would it work. After about fifteen minutes he signal them. Taking Sav’s now limp, sleeping form over to the large clothes bin. They laid him gently inside and covered him. Wheeling him into the hall and down to the employee’s elevator, and down to the garage. They loaded him into a black van without being noticed by anyone. Casually pulling out of the hotel garage, the black van with Sav sleeping soundly in the back, disappeared into the dark.
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