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Won't You Die Tonight For Love?	By : BVB.HIMisMIW Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know anyone from HIM, Jukka, or Jarppi, or own Viva La Bam and/or make any money off this FANFICTION. It's a complete work of FICTION. IT'S NOT REAL.

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•Ville's Point Of View; Castle Bam•
I groaned as I woke up. Last night was killer. Not to mention someone giving Bam whisky. He turned horribly violent and attacked almost everyone with some crazed stunt. I sat up and grabbed my trousers off the ground before putting them on. It was too quiet… and that scared me. Pulling on a Black Sabbath shirt on my way out of the guest room. No one was in the living room, so I made my way down to the Pirate Bar. Only person there was Bam eating an apple while flipping through some magazine.
"Morning." I greeted while taking an apple from the fruit ball. Leaning back against the bar did I take a bite of the red fruit. "What are you looking at?"
Bam looked at me before looking back down at the article he was reading. A young woman with short loosely curled white hair, tan skin, and blood red eyes was smirking while holding a lit cigarette between her fingers with her thumbs through the belt loops of her white leather trousers. She was dressed in all white and had three of the middle buttons of her white button-down done while the rest remained undone. On top of her curls was a red beanie that kept it in place. She was a fairly attractive woman. Her bloody orbs were also kohl-rimmed.
"I think you've finally met your match Willie…" Bam stated, pushing the magazine towards me. It was Metal Hammer.
"Why you say that?" I flipped to the beginning and began reading it. I couldn't help but chuckle at the 'Are you vain?' question and the answer that preceded it.
"Cos it seems you have competition that's a member of the opposite sex." He hoisted himself up onto the bar and sat there while he ate his apple. "They're all the rave down south and everything. One of those cover bands." I nodded my head. "Seems Hammer has had their eyes on them for some time, mainly the singer of the band. It says, and I quote, 'Miss Ana might deny the fact that she has much in common with the singer of the Finnish band HIM, but after comparing her interview with a past one with the Finnish singer it seems she is undoubtedly a female version of Mr. Valo,' now that cracked me up."
I just kept reading the article. "Did you see this one, Bami? 'If anything I think HER is the bastard satanic worshiping child of HIM,'" I quoted from the paragraph that I was reading. "Wonder where she came up with that one." I joked. Bam was lying on the bar laughing loudly.
"What woman did you fuck to get a bastard satanic worshiping child?"
"None that I know of. I hadn't had a good lay in about three months." I shrugged my shoulders. It was nothing new. I never got laid during tour, but I would watch adult paid channels in my hotel room [1].
"You gotta be shitin' me…" Bam gasped. I shook my head. He jumped up and off the bar. "I just got an idea!" he shouted before running off. Sighing I continued eating my apple before finishing the article.
Seems we do have some things in common, Miss Ana.
The owner of Castle Bam ran back in and jumped on the bar. Shortly followed by everyone else in the household. "Okay, shut your fucking traps you dumb fucks!" he shouted. Everyone fell silent. "Good. Well, anyways. I came up with this great idea to go down to Miami!" Bam ripped the magazine from my hands. "Seems to be a HIM cover band down there called HER. And it looks like they're up for a battle of the sexes!" he showed everyone the picture of the exotic looking woman. "This is the singer for HER, and the female version of Willie! Now go pack your shit, we're leaving in two hours."
Bam jumped off the bar with a crazed grin. I shook my head and went back to my room to pack my bags. "YOU'RE GOING APE AND PHILE, NO IF, ANDS OR BUTS ABOUT IT!" that was Bam yelling at both his parents.
"Ay, ay… what'da 'bout me?" I came out with my bags to see Don Vito standing there looking angry.
"What about you, fatty?" asked Bam, holding his own bags. "Your fat-ass isn't allowed to go…" Bam looked dead serious for once, but his crazed grin was back in place. "That is, unless you become my bitch and do whatever the hell I say once we reach Miami."
"Whatever da fuck ya say, I just wanna go and see some beautiful girls'!" the overweight man yelled, throwing his arms in the air.
"Fine then, let's go!" we all grabbed our bags and followed Bam. I sat co-pilot next to Bam in his hummer. "This is going to be awesome!" we sat off for the airport.
•Ana's Point of View•
Jay ran into my room and jumped on me. I just pushed her off and fell back to sleep. Next came Amy, our keyboardist, after her was Cary, our drummer, and finally Sevens, our guitarist, all of which dog piled me on my own bed. I groaned and kicked them all. "Get all of your fat arses off of me!"
They all fell off my low bed laughing their asses off as I sat up. I sighed. "I'm going to take a quick shower then we can leave and get ready for the show tonight…" I sighed, getting out of bed. I grabbed a pair of white leather trousers and a white button-down, a pair of red ankle socks, and red and white flats before going in my bathroom.
"Jukka! Oh, Jukka! Take me now~" yelled Sevens.
"You guys watching re-runs of The Dudesons?" I yelled over the sound of water as I washed myself.
The bathroom door was thrown open and Sevens jumped into the shower with me holding a waterproof TV. It was playing The Dudesons at an amusement park. I laughed at the shock collar bumper cars. "Jukka can do whatever he wants to me!" Sevens stated before humping my side. I laughed loudly before shoving her out of my shower. I rinsed myself off and turned the taps off. Getting out I quickly dried my body before getting dressed. "Hurry up Ana! You got a date with a hair stylist!" I rolled my eyes as I placed a red beanie on top of my damp hair and pulled on a pair of sunglasses.
Grabbing my keys and phone we all left my room and house.
Jay was standing in front with her car, smiling like the fool she sometimes is. I got in and road co-pilot, like I always did. We all enjoyed the bright rays of Miami sun as we played the stereo.
"Tonight, at Club Ice, the cover band HER will be performing. So far there are only a few VIP slots left to meet this all girls love metal cover band. For a chance to win VIP passes to meet HER then call xxx-xxx-xxxx and just answer a simple question about the band! Hurry, slots are limited!" we heard over the radio. All of us looked at each other and started screaming loudly.
We stopped as we pulled up in front of the stylists shop. Climbing out we all headed in. "Is it just me that's getting their hair done?" I asked as I took off my beanie and was sat at a shampoo basin. The girls just nodded. Cary whispered something into my stylist ear while Amy handed her something. The stylist nodded her head and smiled. I rolled my eyes and relaxed.
Soon my hair was all washed (again) and was being cut and styled. I kept my eyes closed as I let the woman do her magic. She was quickly done. Opening my bloody orbs I looked at my hair with wide eyes. Clipped to the mirror was a recent picture of HIMs frontman Ville Valo. I was close to screaming. "Why, in God's name, is my hair styled the same as his?" I shouted at my band. They all started laughing. Amy handed me a fifty dollar bill. Sighing I took it and placed it in my leather wallet that was connected to a chain. I don't trust people to not pick-pocket me.
"It's not so bad," argued Jay as she fingered my new hair style. "It looks really good on you. If I rolled that way I would so be hitting on you." She stated simply. I flipped them all the bird as I got up. They always do this to me, so I should just get over it. Crossing my arms over my chest I left and went outside for a smoke.
My cigarette hung loosely between my lips as I placed my beanie and sunglasses back on. Sevens came out, followed closely by Amy, Cary, and Jay. I gave them the stink eye before jumping into the convertible. Only thing that could make up for this is a nice size ice-cream cone. I told Jay what I wanted and she drove to our little Ice-cream hut that we always hung out at. None of us knowing what was going to be in store for us tonight.
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[1] He acctually said this once in an interview once (not the whole 'Not getting laid on tour' bit). I almost died laughing at this as the woman asked if his record lable paid for it or not. It's on Youtube somewhere and once I find it I'll let all you lovely sods know and post the link in my profile. XD The link has been posted, so go check it out ;D Ville has the most adorable, yet funny, laugh.
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