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Until we meet again	By : dasleigh Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 3118 -:- 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.

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2.

Ville was lying on his hotelbed, reading a book.
He was happy having a bit time for himself. First he thought about joining his mates downstairs in the bar, but then he prefered his loneliness. He was surrounded by too many people the last couple of days.

It was ok, because it was his job, but he needed a break.
He was sure, that his friends would understand his decsision.

He didn´t eat much for dinner, left the place before the plate was empty and had left for his room, he couldn´t take it no more.

He had taken a nice comfy bath, put on some comfy underwear, dimmed the light and snuggled himself up to the big bed with a good book.

His eyes were busy reading, when he heard an unknown sound.

He looked up, noone had opened the door, the windows were closed.....

He shook his head, must have been an illusion.

A few minutes later.

He still was reading, when he suddenly had the feeling that somebody was watching him.

He looked up from his book and frightend.

Out of nowhere a slim young man was standing in front of his bed!

Ville dropped the book and reached for the little massiv candleholder.

„How did you get in here?!“ Ville couldn´t trust his eyes! The door and the windows were still closed!!

The young man didn´t move, just looked at him.

He didn´t look angry, actually he was quite amused.

„What do you want and who are you?“
The young man just looked at Ville and put his face a bit to the side. He looked like he couldn´t understand what Ville had just asked.

„What do you want, man? Get out, please!“ Ville couldn´t indicate the situation.

The man got closer to his bed.

Ville crawled backwards in his sheets, still holding the candlehilder in his hand, moving it up a bit, ready to hitnecanecassary.

„What do you want!!!“ Ville asked forcible.

„You!“ was the simple answer.

A voice so unreal, Ville couldn´t decide if he should be afraid of it or if he should beg him to say more, cos he was so intensed touched by his voice.

Ville shivered. A voice so piercing soft but dangerous aswell.
„What?“ dared Ville to say, when he forced his brain to clear the last sentence.

„I want you“, again this unnatural voice.

„For sure....don´t let me call the police!“ Ville reached for the phone.

„Put the phone down, Ville.“ An urgent order.

„Where ya know my name from?“ he got a bit afraid of this man. What would he do next? Ville heard a lot of fanatic fans but where the fuck did the man came from- doors and windows closed. And this voice.
What was going on here.

„Ok“, Ville put down the phone and candleholder, „what do you want- I mean, what do you want from – me?“

The stranger sat on his bed, a movement so delicous Ville caught himself thinking that he would beg him to do that again.

„Something´s wrong here...“ Ville felt a cold breeze taking control of him.
Crawling upon his skin, the little hairs on his arms did their best to keep Ville´s body war, he shivered. A feeling quite like a shivering from lust, but not from fear.

„Would you please tell me who you are!“ Ville got his condition back.
He was ready to face the reality. Why was his person opposite so strange?

„I am the Dead.“

Ville´s eyes widend.

Should he take this man for real or should he ...

„Haha!!!“ was Ville´s reaction.

„Nice! Good shot! C´mon, be serious! How the fuck did you get in here and if you want nothing important, please- fuck off!“ Ville held his stomach, „god, you´re funny!“

„Don´t you think you´re not that important? I´m here to take you with me. I take you home with me.“ Again this voice, that brought Ville for his mind.

„Ehm“, Ville cleared his throat, „sorry, for taking you not serious“, then started smiling, „sorry, c´mon you are not the Dead!“

„Why shouldn´t that be?“ asked the stranger politly.

„Look at yourself, you don´t have a scythe! You don´t wear an old shawl, you´re no skeleton! Actually, you-„ ,Ville took a deep breath, but he had to admit, „ you are actually damn pretty...too pretty to be the Dead!“

The stranger smilednk hnk his head.
„Thank you.“ He whispered politly.

„No Dead!“ said Ville sharply to show his intruder that he didn´t take him seriously and that he was ready to strike back.

„Stand up and follow me“, the stranger got up and took Ville´s hand.

Ville followed him in trance and shivered. The stranger´s hands were ice-cold!

Like undead...could he be real...?

The starnger went with Ville on the hotelfloor.

It was empty, except a roomgirl, checking the lights in the corridor.

„See her?“ te starnger pointed at the woman.

„What about her?“ asked Ville impatient.

„To proof you that I´m the Dead and that I´m not lying I´ll take her with me.
As you have seen it by yourself, the Dead comes unexpected somethimes“, he smiled softly, showing white teeth- too white to be real.

„You must be joking!“ Ville was not sure, if he shouldn´t just run off and call for help, this guy seemed to be shizophrenic!

„Be sure she doen´t see me, at least not now.“ He went to her, looked at her, made some strange handmovments and put his finger to his forhead, bent forward and kissed the woman softly on her forhead.
The woman smiled innocently, sighed.

Felt immedently on the floor, then she didn´t move at all.

The stranger bowed and spoke in an unreal, never heard language, Ville understood just something like „your turn“.

The stranger went back to Ville.

„See?“

„What did you do to her?“ Ville run to the woman, she didn´t breath anymore.
He tried to find any pulse, but there was none.
The Lady tunred pale.

Ville realised slowly.

„God! She...she´s dead!“ he got in panic.

„I have to call a doctor! The Police! You killed her!“ he pointed sharply to the stranger.

„Don´t call a doctor. The hotelpersonal will find her. Take it as a heartattack!“

Ville came to the starnger, wanted to pull him close and shout at him, but he held in.

„Believe me?“

Ville swollowed.
He started to take a closer look at his stange friend.

He got velvet black hair, too black to be real, his skin was white like marmor, his eyes had a phthlolue color, irresaiting to be real, his figure was so slim and full of pride, shoulders small like a schoolboy, hips to make every woman go mad.

„You scare me, beautiful one!“ whispered Ville.

„Because I´m not the reaper you had expected?“ an innocent voice.

„If I ever should meet the dead I never would have expected that he would look soo beautiful! Too beautiful to be real! Dead to fall in love with!“ Ville shouted, „wanna make every one mt yot you before you take him? Is that some kind of satisfaction for you folks?“

„Please, follow me in your room again...!“

„What about the woman!“ Ville asked.

„I told you, the personal will find her!“

„But she is dead! She died....infront of my eyes! She....“, he was to afraid to complete his question.

„She felt no pain, it was like sleeping for her and The Guardiands took her easily away!“

„The Guardians? Who are these ones?“ Ville sat back on his bed.

„Nothing for human ears. Or at least nothing for the human mind to understand!“ smiled the stranger.

„God, I hope this ia just a dream...I don´t know...a sign of overwork!“ Ville tried to calm himself down.

The stranger bent forward and kissed Ville passionate on his lips.

Ville broke the kiss and screamed: “Are you mad?“

„Does this feell ike a dream?“ innocent question from even more innocent lips, reflecting an innocent smile nobody had ever seen before.

Ville shoved his hand across his mouth.
„Pah! Let this be! Don´t dare to do it again!“

„I didn´t really kiss ya...“, even more innocent than before.

„What? Wouldn´t you call this a kiss?“

„Don´t call me vain, but woulwould go mad if I would kiss you like a lover...the other kiss just is there for taking a human life...“

„Oh“, Ville acted surprised, „ I only know playfull kisses, kisses with tongues and all the other sexual kisses...“

„I´m jaelous not knowing these ones...“, innocent again and a light of pain shone in his eyes just for a second- like lightning.

„Listen, Dead, you have a voice that drives me mad....in a nice kind of way...more of your innocent words and I´m in love with ya!“

The stranger bowed agioan.

„So what did you came for? To get me?“ Ville asked quietly.

„Well, you called me, didn´t you?“ the starnger came closer to Ville.

„I called you?“ Ville hissed his eyebrows.

„You sang about death is in love with nd ynd you said that you would´t fear the reaper, you said that you wanted the Dead come to you....“

„Hey, c´mon these are songlyrics...“, Ville tried to explain.

„So you had no real sence in me?“ a dissapointed voice.

„What?!“

The eyes looked a bit sad now. The young man seemed to loose his control. His head sank to his breast.

„You thought...no! Come on!“ Ville bursted out in laughter.

„Don´t laugh!“ his voice frightend Ville now, it was echoing from the walls and shades seem to cross the room.
„Do you think it´s plesant to take human lifes? Everyone fears you! Hey talk bad about you! Trying to keep you out of everything! They try to bann you even though I belong to them since the day they were born. I am a part of their lives! And what part I am! Ignored! You are the bad one in the universe! Everyone has a total frightend opinion about me! Looking awful, with scythe, a skeleton! Looking ugly! And just when they see me in their last minutes they know it was wrong, but then it is too late! So don´t laugh. It´s kinda job, even it is the most important and the ugliest job in the whole world! No weak human could do this! Don´t you forget who I am!“ the starnger got very close to Ville and Ville felt really uncomfortable.

„S-sorry.“ He whispered.

The starnger sat on Villes bed and looked at him.

„It´s easier when the people see me when the are on the threshold to death.“

Ville breathed deeply in and out.
He came to the starnger to the bed, sat down next to him.

„And you thought, just because we sang about you, I would...“, he got stopped.

The starnger had placed a finger on bis mouth.

„Don´t talk further. Yes, I thought somebody in the whole wide world would like me at least....“, sad words.

Ville looked at him. Ged, he was breathtaking beautiful! If he would have been just a fan or who ever Ville would have laid him down!

He cleard his throat:“Well, may I ask you..if you...have a name?“

„Dasleigh.“

„Dasleeeeh?“ hard to repeat.

„Dasleigh.“

„What does that mean? No Gabriel, or Luzifer or another more common name? I mean- nothing against it..but it´s so...unusual“

„Well, the death isn´t usual, what did you expect?“ a soft smile, too fast fading.

„Don´t know“, smiled Ville helplessly.“ Has it a meaning? I mean- like---The dead?“

„It´s a summary of a couple of words.“

„May I know?“ Ville laid down comfortable on his bed.

Dasleigh looked confused at him.

Ville smiled delighted:“You seem to have feelings aswell, Dasleigh, you rise your eyebrows, you look confused and you can smile, you are sympathic to me...please I really like to know.“ Ville didn´t believe himself for what he had just said!

„Well, Dasliegh comes from...well...“, he searched for words, „ I try to translate them for you, for human ears is this a quite unknown sound, Dasleigh means something like born in fire, guarded in ice, unfathomable mystic as mother, daslae means somthing like legendary magic, aslae comes from asael, stands for angel of death, remind please that I ewas there before my brother azael, leigh or laha stands for lahatiel, the angel of the doors to death, igh stands for pain and...“

„Okay, got it....“, Ville smiled and excused his interuption, „ you are just hard to discribe, you contain the whole words mysticsism in you.“

Dasleigh smiled softly:“Yes...something like that.“

Silence filled the room.

„Will you take me now?“ Ville asekd a bit frightend.

Dasliegh stretched his hand and caressed Ville´s hair: “No.“

The look in Ville´s eyes must contain questions over and over, so Dasleigh explained:
„You don´t look that ill, that Iuld uld take you with me. I have no orders in getting you now. I just wanted to see who was calling me...finally...but that was proved wrong.“ He sounded a bit sad.

„So you will leave me.“

„Yes.“

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Dasleigh got up, agin he was moving so delicious, Ville could die for that.

Dasleigh headed for the window, opend it, turned and smiled:

„I leave just like I came, one wink of me and you can´t see me anymore.“

Ville nodded slowely.

„Wait!“ he interrupt the process of Dasleigh´s leaving.

Dasleigh tuned and smiled expectingly at him.

„It´s sad that we only die once“, Ville´s mouth was surrounded with a sad smile, „ we can see you then only once in our live. That´s sad, such beauty should bee seen more often!“

Dasleigh´s face was covered with simple shaes of red when he sank his head.

Ville looked at him, waving good bye.

Dasleigh nodded slowly and asked quietly:“Is that really true?“

„What? What I´ve said? Yes...you are such a beauty.“

„No, I meant what you´ve just thought.“

Shit! Ville cought himself.

For such a powerful creature like he is, of course he could read my mind!

He swollowed. Nodded slowely.

„Yes, please!“

„You don´t know what you are asking for...“ said Dasleigh soft.

„Just once....you have shown me that you are the Dead, now I want to know this aswell...“

„As you wish“, Dasleigh came closer to Ville, laid his arms around Vills small hips, pulled him softly closer and kissed him.

Ville put one arm also around Dasleigh´s small hips, put the other in Dasleigh´s neck and carressed it.

The kiss turned into a passionate kiss and for a while they stood their in this embrace.

Finally Dasleigh broke the kiss: “Jemáene.“

Ville put his fingers to his mouth, still tasting the sweet kiss and looked in confusion how his friend dissapeared.

„Jamani“ he tried to repeat the good bye of the angel.
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