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Pretending	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1478 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Pretending
- 2-two
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-ch 9
- 10-10
- 11-11
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“Now you tell me about this guy.” Ville said over a beer. They had bypassed the book store and headed for their favorite local bar in downtown Upland.
The small southern California town seemed to be perfect for them to live in. They had to be really careful about where they lived since Ville used to be a famous rock star and he and Roxy had been splashed all over the news after he was kidnapped, twice and Bam had been killed horribly.
The official story was that he’d been running around the woods and a wild boar had torn him apart.
That was also a lie.
Bam had been mercilessly tortured and killed by the vampire who had kidnapped Ville and all of HIM, then Ville and Bam, and who was Roxy’s former master. She had helped HIM escape all those years ago, and helped Ville get revenge on Jean Claude after days of torturing Bam and ultimately killing him.
Now they were a pair of vampires living quietly in the Southern California suburbs.
And given the local news reports, if Roxy was right, they weren’t the only ones. Maybe the only smart ones, as they never killed people except for the odd homeless person now and again.
“What’s there to tell?” Roxy said, eyes shifting as if she were looking for a way to change the subject, “I met him in a chat room, and we’ve been talking for a while. He’s in a band, they’re touring Europe right now. Not much else to say.” She coughed.
“Right.” Ville nudged her under the table, “I haven’t seen you with that look since you were with Linde.”
They both got a little sad at the thought of the guitarist for HIM. He’d passed away a few years before, peacefully in his own bed. Of all of the former members of HIM, only Migé was still alive, though he was rotting in an old folk’s home in the English countryside.
“Well I kind of like him.” She admitted, quickly sipping her beer.
“Does this faceless ‘him’ at least have a name?” he gave her a questioning look.
“Jade.” She blushed, feeling like a schoolgirl.
His eyes widened, “Jade? That’s a man’s name?”
She glared at him, “Shut up. I wouldn’t make fun of anyone you were interested in!”
“Alright!” he laughed at her, “I’m sorry love. Don’t get your back up.” he patted her arm, “Why don’t we get serious for a moment and talk about this other vampire who’s hunting in our fair city?”
She inhaled deeply and switched to serious mode, “I can’t tell who just yet, but either he doesn’t live here or he’s not that smart.”
“Why’s it automatically a man?” he pouted.
“It’s not. And that’s not important!” she shook her head, “The important thing is that if we don’t find him, or her,” she rolled her eyes, “soon, we may have to move again. And I don’t want to move. I like it here.” She sniffed, “There’s one more thing. I guess I should have told you this, well fifty years ago.”
He looked at her curiously.
“There’s a fairly large network of people out there who hunt us. They don’t really care that there’s a large number of us who live peacefully, without killing people, they just want us dead. They’re headed up by a family that has been hunting them since before Jean Claude’s time, the Merchands. And if we don’t find this guy, they will show up and we’ll be fucked.”
Ville sat back and studied her, “Alright. Let’s find the wanker and get these hunters off our back.”
“Great! I’m glad you see the importance.” She sipped her beer, “So who has he,” she sneered, “or she, taken so far?”
“Some yuppie teenagers who fancy themselves real life vampires.”
“Alright, so we go hang out at that Goth club on 2nd for a few weeks and see what comes of it. You and I should be able to find this dumb ass sooner or later.”
Ville groaned, “The Funeral? I don’t want to hang out at The Funeral! It smells like posers.”
Roxy chuckled, “Posers don’t smell like anything but cheap makeup and desperation.”
“Well the combination is terrible.” He downed the rest of his beer.
“Relax. We don’t have to go tonight.” She looked down at her peasant skirt and blouse, both a flowy pristine white, “I’m not exactly dressed for it anyway.”
“Will you let me do your makeup?” he asked, brightening at the prospect of getting to pretty Roxy up, who normally didn’t care about clothes and makeup.
She cringed a little. She always felt a little like a hooker after Ville got done with her. She knew perfectly well she didn’t look like one at all, but she couldn’t help it. The only women who wore makeup and showed off cleavage when she was young were whores and fancy ladies, and she had never seen a fancy lady.
“I’ll take that as a yes, ingrate.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.

“So where’s this Roxy from?” Davey asked Jade. He was straightening his hair in the mirror of Jade’s bathroom in the latest hotel room.
“She said she grew up all over Europe and right now she and her best friend live in Upland. It’s in southern California, remember that little club we used to play at, The Showcase? It’s right around there.” Jade said around his toothbrush.
Davey looked into Jade’s eyes in the mirror, startled. He knew exactly where Upland, California was. It was the site of a few recent deaths in which vampires were suspected, not by the authorities, but by people who knew the truth, “How long have they been there?” he asked cautiously, hoping that his best friend’s ‘net girlfriend wasn’t about to have her head chopped off.
“I dunno. A few years I think.” He answered absently leaning into the mirror to smudge on a little eyeliner. He never went to the extremes Davey did, who did his makeup better and classier, than any transvestite Jade had ever met.
Davey sighed, relived. The killings had only started a few weeks ago. It would have been very unusual for a vampire to live in a place for any length of time, and then start killing, “Cool. So she’s a Cali transplant huh? I don’t suppose her friend is a sexy guy who happens to have a thing for short guys with dark hair?”
Jade looked at him funny, “Actually, he is.”
“Shit!” Davey dropped the flat iron after burning his fingers, “Really?”
“Yeah. Roxy said his name was Ralph.” Jade grinned, “Maybe when we get back home and I go to meet her, you can meet him and we can double.”
Davey laughed and smoothed down his hair, “Sure.” His sidekick rang and looking down, he saw it was his father, “I gotta take this. I’ll be back and then we can go out okay?” at Jade’s nod, Davey slipped back into his room and answered the phone, “What’s up?”
“Dave, we need you to look into this Southern California thing.” His dad said without preamble.
“Alright. We won’t be back in the states for a week.” Davey sat on the bed and turned the phone on speaker so he could check his schedule, “Yeah, next Thursday is when we’ll be done.”
“Perfect. Call me when you get back and I’ll get you the full report by tomorrow.”
“Sure. Later.” He hung up and considered. Maybe he would join Jade on his little adventure to see his internet girlfriend. He could use the excuse of meeting her friend for the perfect cover. He couldn’t tell Jade though. He already thought he was crazy for believing in vampires in the first place, so he would have to lie to his best friend. It hurt him a little, but it was for the greater good of all mankind.
Jade would understand
He knocked on his door and was heralded inside, “So Jade, I was thinking that maybe I could come with you to meet that friend of Roxy’s. You know ever since that last guy, I’ve been kind of hitting a dry spell.”
Jade grinned at him, “I didn’t want to say anything. Do you want to see a picture of him?” he pulled up the picture Roxy had sent him onto the computer screen.
Sure.” He walked over to the computer only vaguely interested, “Oh.” He whispered when he saw the picture of Roxy hugging Ville. She was a pretty girl, no doubt, with miles of auburn hair and warm brown eyes, but Ville. Ville was gorgeous. His hair was long, dark and curly, his eyes were a bright, grassy green and his lips, Davey could tell without the lip gloss were pouty and seductive, even if he did have the grin of a slightly deranged five year old.
Jade’s grin stretched, “Should I ask what you think? Or do I even want to know?”
Davey shook his head, “You don’t want to know.”

~*~i'm going to go ahead and be emo about reviews. i mean, if you're going to take the time to read it, how much longer would it take to tell me if you think it's any good, or if i should just stop writting and go jump off a cliff or die in a fire?~*~md
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