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Rock of Ages, Forever	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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...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.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt26
Joe leaned back quickly in shock, almost falling on his ass. He couldn’t believe it was him. Then reality slammed back into his mind. Taking a better look at him, Joe saw the blood on his shirt and halfway down his jeans. The bruises on his face and a few on his arms, and the red marks around his throat. Leaning back over him, Joe patted his face to get him to wake up, he didn’t responded. Lifting his shirt up, Joe swallowed repeatedly at the deep gash on his side that was still oozing
blood.
“Come on Sav, wake up?” he said shaking him gentle, “Rebecca.” Joe called for her.
“What is it Joe?” She said coming into the foyer and stopped short, “Oh my god.”
“Help me take him to the guest room.” Joe said as he slide his hands under his shoulder, then waited for Rebecca to take his feet.
“You're going to bring a complete strange in here?” she asked.
“He isn't a stranger, it's Rick.” he told her in a much calmer voice than he felt.
“You mean Rick Savage.”
“Yes.”
"I...I didn't recognize him with all the swelling..." Rebecca let her voice trail off as she lifted his feet.
They carried him to the guest bedroom and laid him down on the bed. Sav moaned in protest as Joe ripped his shirt, jarring his side to get a better look at the wound.
“Get some towels?” he told Rebecca.
Leaning in closer to look at the wound, Rebecca inhaled sharply, “Shouldn’t we take him to the hospital?”
Joe again swallowed past the lump in his throat, “No.”
“He needs a doctor Joe.”
“They can’t help him. Now go get the towels and some warm water, wash clothe to clean him up.”
Returning from the bathroom Rebecca handed him the towels. Joe covered the wound and pressed down to stop the bleeding. Sav sucked in his breath as the pain shot through his chest.
“Sav can you hear me?” Joe asked softly.
He nodded weakly.
“What happened to him?” Rebecca said after a few minutes.
“Looks like someone beat him up doesn't it.” Joe replied, a little sarcasms touching his voice and began to wash Sav’s face. The bruises didn’t look as bad now. His eye was slightly swollen from the cut there. Another deep cut on his lip was already closed. The marks on his neck looked to Joe, like some one tried to choke him.
Moving the towel aside to get a better look at the wound in his side, with better light. The edges that hadn’t closed together were raw and jagged. Joe let the water spill over it to clean it, more blood oozed out.
“He’s going the bleed to death if we don’t get him to a hospital.” Rebecca told him.
Ignoring her, Joe finished cleaning off what he could and put the towel back over it applying more pressure. “Take off his pants and throw them away.”
Rebecca undid the button and zipper and pulled them down and stopped. “He doesn’t have on any thing underneath.”
Joe looked down. ”It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
“That’s not funny. I don’t know him.” Rebecca scolded him.
“It’ll be ok, just take them off.” Joe impatiently huffed.
Rebecca removed his shoes and pulled off the blood soaked jeans. Grabbing the blanket off the foot of the bed, she covered his middle.
“Get some blanket’s from the closet. The mattress is getting to wet under him.”
Rebecca did as she was asked. Returning with them, she helped Joe roll him to his side and put several blanket’s under him, then covered him back up. Joe moved the towel to see if the cut was still bleeding, it had slowed but hadn’t stopped completely. He took the washcloth and began to wipe the blood from the lower part of Sav's stomach. He moved the blanket aside and started to clean the blood from his thigh. Sav jerked at his touch and nearly leaped from the couch.
“Don’t touch me!” Sav yelled.
Joe also jumped at his sudden movement. “Sav, it’s ok.” Thinking quickly, he placed his hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back down.
The haze cleared from his eyes, recognition setting in. Sav shrank down further into the mattress; his eyes darted around the room. “Where is he?” he asked in a soft, scratchy voice.
Joe too, glanced around the room in confusion, “Who?”
“Nick he…he’s here...somewhere.”
“No, we’re the only one's here.”
Sav looked back at him, confusion shone in his eyes. ”What are you doing?”
“I was just... cleaning off some of the blood.” Joe told him, trying to tear his gaze away from his best friends blue, gold flaked eyes.
Sav looked at Rebecca then back to Joe. He glanced down at himself, then pulled the blanket up to cover his chest.
“What happened to you Sav?” Joe asked after a few minutes.
He slid further away from the edge and covered his head. Joe took this in and realized he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Ok, get some rest. We will be right down the hall.” Joe said softly. Getting up, he followed Rebecca down the hall and into the kitchen.
Pouring herself a cup of coffee, Rebecca turned back to Joe to find him sitting at the table as if in a daze, “Who is Nick?”
“Someone that we ran into a couple of years ago when he disappeared. Nick was the Detective assigned to the case.”
Rebecca sat across the table from him, “Do you think Nick is responsible for this?”
“That has to be where he has been for the last two and half years.” Joe sighed heavily and ran his hand down his face.
“You never told me it was that long.”
“Well almost,” Joe started. “The last night of our club dates, Sav left again. There was no note left, not even a phone call. After a month of not hearing from him, we started getting worried. After six months, it turned to anger because he just left without saying a word. When it came to a year, we thought that maybe he was dead. And now, I don’t want to even think about what has happened to him. Nick is in some way responsible...I just know it.”
“You’ve never told me any of this. I knew some of it.”
Joe was silent, staring off at nothing.
Reaching across the table, Rebecca took his hand, “What do you think happened to him, Joe?”
“I don’t really want to guess at that yet,” Joe squeezed her hand. “Let the shock of him showing up wear off first. You go on up to bed, I’m going to sit with him for a while.”
“If you need me…”
Releasing her hand, Joe watched her move around the table toward him. “I know where to find you.”
“I’ll see you in the morning.” She leaned over and kissed him and went upstairs to bed.
Joe went around the house, double checking all the locks and turning out the lights. Making his way down the hall, he quietly slipped into the guest bedroom where Sav was sleeping. Sitting in the chair hours later, he watched Sav toss and turn in his sleep. Sav’s brow creased many times as he dreamed. Joe noticed that his breathing was rapid and irregular, then completely stops for a long time. Joe became alarmed when he didn’t take a breath and went over to him. When he brushed the wet curls from his face, Sav turned his head and sighted heavily.
Joe sat backing in his chair and thought about what could have happened to him. He just didn’t know, questions swirled around in his mind. Would Sav talk to him about it? They never had problems before talking about anything, well, up until he disappeared the first time. If it was anything like Joe was thinking, the healing will take a long time and he would be there if he needed him.
They all would be, just like in the past whenever tragedies came at them full force. They guys pulled together and helped each other through them. They were as close as friends can be. Whenever something happens with them it always pulled them together and this was going to one of those times.
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He was running through the dark forest, from what, he didn’t know. His mind telling him not to stop, you’re dead if you do. It was closing in on him, he could feel it, ever closer. It came at him from the side and they hit the ground. He looked up at the angry red-eyed vampire. Nick had found him. One hand pushing into his shoulder to keep him pinned to the ground, the other on his arm.
Nick was going to kill him with one savage bite. He reached over and grabbed Nick’s arm and pulled it from his. Sav sank his fangs in the soft skin; the blood surged forward in a hot rush. He hears Nick yell from the brutal onslaught and tried to pull away.
Sav would take all of his blood, that way he could never come after him again. In a flash he knew something was wrong. Nick’s blood tasted different, and it was warm. Images of Joe spun through his mind, not of Nick like before when he had taken his blood. He finally realized that it wasn’t Nick. He opened his eyes, clawing his way out of his dream to see Joe trying in vein to pull his arm away.
“What the hell are you doing?” Joe yelled.
Sav couldn’t stop himself, he was so hungry, and then the dream. He thought it was Nick, only to wake up and find it was Joe’s arm that he grabbed.
Joe had stopped struggling and was now staring at him.
Sav forced himself to stop, but it wasn’t easy. He withdrew his fangs and let go of his arm. Joe snatched it away and backed up, almost tripping over his own feet. Sav turned his head away so he couldn’t see Joe’s terrified face.
“What the hell was that?” Joe yelled.
Sav looked back over at him, he was standing several feet away, holding his arm. It wasn't terror that played across Joe's face, it was more disbelief and shock that ran across his facial features.
Joe took in the golden yellow eyes and the sharp points of teeth that were barely hidden behind his lips. Joe glanced down at his arm and saw the twin holes, the small trickle of blood that ran down to his elbow. Looking back at him, gone were the yellow eyes, as where the teeth.
“You knew the answer to that before I left.” Sav told him softly, then gingerly pushed himself to a sitting position. He flinched from the throbbing pain in his side.
Taking a tentative step back toward the bed, Joe stared at him, “You never gave me a straight answer.”
“Do you still need one?” Sav asked him.
Joe couldn’t help himself, he started laughing.
Sav waited for him to finish.
When Joe had composed himself enough, he blurted out, “And you drank my blood. Twice!”
Sav looked away from him. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“This is crazy,” Joe said with laughter still in his voice. “I don’t even know what to say now."
“That will be a first Joe.” Sav said matter of fact.
Holding his gaze a moment longer, Joe took another step closer. Finally feeling the seriousness of the situation and all the questions he had wanted to ask before. “You were hiding it from us. You could have told me the truth.”
“I couldn't tell you and now after this, I can’t hide it anymore. You saw me for who and what I am now.” Sav told him.
“How long?”
“The first time I left with Lacey.”
Joe narrowed his eyes at him, “You lied about where you were.”
“Sorry about that.”
Moving closer still, Joe eased down to sit on the foot of the bed, “You weren’t the same when you came back.”
Sav knew there was no way he could control this conversation this time and where it was heading, there was no going back, he had to tell Joe the truth this time, ”I tried to be, but it was only a matter of time before you figured it out.”
“What does Nick have to do with you disappearing this time?”
Sav looked away. “I don’t want to talk about that. Not now anyway.”
”That’s where you’ve been isn’t it? With him?” Joe asked softly.
“Maybe someday I’ll tell you about it, but not now, it’s all to raw. Just remember this, Joe,” Sav held his eyes with a hard stare. “Everything I did there with Nick, I did to survive and nothing more. Survival is the hardest instinct to push away.”
“So what your saying is that he… uh… um well...” Joe couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“As much as he could.”
Joe ran his hand through his hair. “Oh man.” he glanced back down at his arm. The bleeding had stopped, and the holes where almost gone.
“They’ll be completely gone in a little while and you wont be able to tell they where even there.” Sav informed him.
“You drank my blood?” Joe said nervously.
“You said that already. I’ve been on the run for a few days, only stopping once to eat. I had to put as much distance between me and Nick as I could.”
“Did you uh…”
“Kill some one?” Sav finished for him. “I didn’t bring enough bottles when I left.”
"Right, those green bottles," Joe nodded his head in understanding. “Where is Nick now?”
“I left him in an old abandon house, with a piece of wood buried in his stomach.”
“Is he dead?”
“I doubt it. But it will take him awhile to get well. Vampires and wood don’t go together.” Sav chuckled.
“I don’t find any thing funny about this.” Joe huffed as he suddenly stood up to start pacing the room.
“I don’t expect you to Joe.”
He stopped beside the bed and stared down at Sav, “What about you, the cut in your side. How did that happen?”
“We had a fight when he found me. I landed on a broken window and a piece of glass cut me...hurt like hell,” he glanced down at the wound. “Seems to be healing pretty good now.”
Joe looked too. “Doesn’t look like it to me.”
“It is, trust me, thanks to you.”
“Will Nick come after you here?” Joe asked after a few minutes.
“Probably.”
“Why, what does he want from you?”
“I still haven’t figured that one out myself.” Sav told him.
Joe tried once again. “What did he do to you?”
Sav's face went blank and he looked away from him.
“He forced himself on you, didn’t he?” Joe found the words and asked softly.
Sav snapped his head back and glared at him. “Don’t.”
“Good morning,” Rebecca interrupted them as she came into the room. She took note of the tiredness on Joe's face, “Did you stay up all night, Joe”
“No, I dozed in the chair a couple times.” he replied looking back at Sav.
“Well, you look really tired." She glanced around the room, "Why is it so dark in here? The sun has been up for hours.” She said and went over to open the curtains.
Joe swung his gaze to Sav, he had a panicked look in his eyes. “Rebecca, don’t open the curtains,” Joe called out as he sprinted around the bed to go after her. Before Joe could reach her, she had already snapped one open and was about to open the other one when he stopped her.
“What are you doing?” she said as Joe pulled them closed.
“I told you not to open them.” Joe replied angrily, making sure no sunlight filtered through any cracks.
“But it’s dark in here.”
“That’s why I have the lights on.”
“Ok fine.” She huffed and held up her hands.
Joe glanced back at Sav. He had thrown the blanket over his head. “It’s ok, they’re closed.” Making his way back to the chair he has spent the night in, Joe sat down, and took a deep.
Sav pulled the blanket down slowly and looked around. Once he knew it was safe, he sat up again and stared at Rebecca. She had moved across the room and was now standing by Joe.
Rebecca studied his face. There was hardly any evidence of bruising or the swelling he had the previous night, “Well, you look a little better.”
“Sav this is Rebecca my fiancée, Rebecca meet…”
“I know who he is. The famous Rick Savage that every one kept talking about. Nice to finally meet you.” She said with an edge to her voice.
“I wouldn’t put it that way.” Sav replied looking down at the sheet that was still wrapped around his torso.
“I would, because that is all I’ve heard for the past year and half. Sav this, Sav that, it got old after awhile. Not to mention what Joe has been through since I met him.”
Sav's brows shoot up in surprise at the angry tone in her voice, “You sound a little angry.”
“I have reason to be.”
“And that would be?” Sav shot back, staring her down.
“Because of you. Not a day went by that he didn’t get a phone call from some one telling Joe, they had no luck in finding you. Or coming up with some excuse not to spend time with me, hoping you would call. I remember one such day when Joe thought he had seen you in a crowd. He started running around like a mad man and when he caught up to the guy, you could have punched him in the face and he wouldn’t have cared.”
“It didn’t seem to bother you that much, you’re still with him.” Sav stated matter of fact.
“Because I love him. That’s more than I can say for you.”
“He did ask you to marry him some where along the way.”
Rebecca didn't know what propelled her to say such things to him. After all, she barely knew him, only what the others had told her, “Yes he did. After I keep telling him he needed to get on with his life and stop living in the past. You were gone and probably never coming back.”
“Rebecca please…” Joe started.
“Well, that is where you’re wrong. We do have a past and a relationship that you will never understand,” Sav fired back, his own angry slowly beginning to rise. “I tried everything I could to get away, but everything failed.”
“Get away from whom? Must not have tried hard enough.” Rebecca said.
“It’s kind of hard to do when you’re locked up.”
“You were in jail? Even they let you send letters and make phone calls.”
“It wasn’t that kind of jail. A mad man, who wanted me all to himself, was holding me. Nick was keeping me locked up in a forty foot cell, it was the only way he could keep me there."
“That’s crazy and I don’t believe you. You were..."
"I don't care if you believe me or not. Your opinions or thoughts don't matter to me at all."
Rebecca stood straighter and stared back at him. "You were out having a good time, spending money left and right that belong to everyone in the band.”
“Money? What the hell does that have to do with anything? I didn't need money, if I'm locked in a cage. Nick provided me with everything I needed.”
“So that is why you left. To be with some guy and have some fun while every one here chewed their fingers to the bone from worry.”
“Rebecca will you plea…” Joe started again, but Sav cut him off.
“It was anything but fun. It was more like....my own private hell.”
“Couldn’t have been that bad. He gave you everything you…” Rebecca smarted, but Sav rudely interrupted her.
“He also took everything from me!” Sav nearly yelled. “You have no idea what I went through. Nick took the life I lead away from me, everyone I cared about. He played mind games that drove me crazy, but most of all, he made me do things that you can never imagine.” Sav suddenly got up, flinching from the pain in his side and left the room. Leaving them standing there at a loss for words from what little he told them.
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