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When Night Falls	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 2901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Def Leppard... Joe, Sav, Phil, Vivian, Rick, Malvin...Forever Knight, Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. No profit is being made by writing this fiction piece.

Chapter List
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Warning: Language, mild adult content m/m & violence.
Really L O N G, didn’t want to break up the momentum.
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When Night Falls(Pt26)
“No fucking way in hell are you going!” Joe’s voice boomed in the room.
Rick shrank down in his chair. “If he wasn’t cracked before, he is now.”
Joe spun to face him, hitting Rick with a glare that could melt stone.
“Dylan said that noth…”
”Dylan said…I don’t give a damn what Dylan said! You think I’m going to believe anything that fucking weasel has to say now? He sweet talked his way into my home, using his past short lived, joke of a relationship with Rick to get close to him, making everyone think he was here for a visit and took someone that belongs to me!”
“Excuse me.” Dylan started from his vantage point by the shelving unit, holding an old picture of Sav. “I was under the assumption that Rick belonged to no one.”
“Sooo not the right thing to say Dylan.” Phil scooted to the edge of his seat as Joe flew across the room.
The picture fell from Dylan’s hand when Joe slammed into him, both of them landing heavily on the floor.
“Everyone in the fucking Community knows that Rick belongs to me, along with hundreds of mortals.” Joe growled around his fangs.
“You didn’t bring him across, there for he doesn’t belong to you.” Dylan tried to shove him off, Joe didn’t budge an inch. “We’re wasting time by arguing over this, it’s childish.”
”Over my dead body, she is not going.”
“That can be arranged.” Dylan smirked.
“You on the other hand…” Joe clamped his fingers around his throat, getting ready to rip it out. “…are dead.”
“ooh hold…on minute…” Dylan clawed at the tight fingers. “….kill me, Rick will…lost to you…forever…aahhgg…”
Joe was seized in a bear hug by Tiny, pulling him away from Dylan as he stood up, quickly moving to the other side of the room.
Tiny maintained his tight hold on him, “Joey calm down.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him…let me GO!” Joe twisted and turned in his tight grasp, try to hit him anywhere he could.
“Dad please!” Amber yelled.
Nick glanced at Phil and Rick, then quickly disappeared upstairs.
“You went to get Crystal and Lily against every ones wishes and you…”
“We barely made it out of there alive. I never trusted him and I’m not about to start now, by letting you go!”
“If my going with Dylan will bring Sav home to us, then so be it.”
“NO!” Joe intensified his struggle. “Don’t leave this house Amber!”
“Hurry up Nick!” Tiny yelled.
“Joe would you calm down!” Now Phil was yelling. “That isn’t helping anything!”
“Don’t let…her leave Phil!” Joe caught site of the needle that Nick held up in front of him and knew what was in it. “Get that fucking thing away from me!”
“Then do as you’re told and calm down.” Nick heatedly shot back.
As if turning off running water, Joe went limp in Tinys arms, but the deep amber glow remained in his eyes as he glared at Dylan.
Nick turned to face Dylan. “Would you consider letting me go in her place?”
“We don’t want you Nick. It’s Amber or no one. She doesn’t go, Rick dies. I think that is as clear as your going to get it.”
“You’re lying.” Joe hissed.
Dylan slowly approached him.“Why would I do that?”
“You wanted him back then and you want him now. You wouldn’t kill him.”
“Oh I have him alright, fucked him everyday.” Dylan smirked. “I wouldn’t kill him, but…”
”Who?” Nick quickly interjected, trying to get Dylan to say his name again.
“My partner would kill him.” Dylan countered. “He’s fucked him too.”
“He told me he wasn’t like that.”
”Well, he made an exception with Rick. He’s hard to resist, but you already know that, right Joe.” Dylan smiled. “My partner has thoroughly enjoyed himself.” He strolled back across the living room. “But the hour is growing late, I really need an answer.”
“She is not going.” Joe replied firmly.
“Dad…”
”I said no and that’s final. Dylan…get out of my house now.”
“Joe…” Nick started. “I can’t make you or talk you into letting Amber go. Put aside your mistrust of them again…for Rick.”
Joe could see the pleading in his eyes, feel his fear of losing Sav that matched his own. He glanced at Amber and saw the same thing.
“I…I can’t….allow…no.”
“Goddamnit Daddy!” Amber yelled and threw up her arms.
Nick dropped his gaze to the floor. He understood Joe’s motives for not letting her go, he had already lost one child to this man and wasn’t going to lose another, at any cost.
“This is not your decision to make, but mine. I am not a little girl anymore and you cannot tell me what to do.” Amber was now in her fathers face, jabbing her finger in Joe’s chest. “I gave him up once before, because of you…not again.”
“Oh boy…” Phil mumbled. “…I thought that was dead and buried.”
“Don’t you dare go aga…!” Joe started yelling again.
“Time out.” Dylan quickly stepped forward. “Let’s not start another shouting match.”
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to listen to him.
“I do have another option.” Dylan turned and smiled. “Kyle can go instead?”
"What?" Kyle looked around at everyone. "W..why me?"
"You are Ricks only son, before he became a vampire." Dylan informed him.
"Absolutely not." Nick answered before anyone else could.
"Yeah, not a good option..." Dylan let his smile drop. "Yet...but I have one final choice." he pointed to the phone. "May I?"
“Who are you calling?” Rick asked.
Dylan plastered on his smile again and reached for the phone. Punching in the numbers he whistled softly, waiting on the line to be answered.
**
“All those rumors are true. You are a good fuck.” He growled against Sav’s shoulder, then biting hard.
“Don’t believe everything you hear.” Sav rasped around his parched throat. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut behind the blind fold and gripping the chains tighter that secured his arms to the wall. With each hard thrust of the man’s hips, drove Sav against the spiked brick wall, leaving little cuts all over his chest and thighs.
“When do I get to fuck you?”
“You would like that wouldn’t you?” The man replied, then ran his tongue over Sav’s ear, sucking roughly on the lobe.
“It would give me great…...pleasure to be your first.”
“Maybe one day.” He chuckled, slamming his hips as hard as he could against him.
Sav cried out from the rough assault by him again. Ones that he had to endure for weeks now, it always left him weak and every move he made, everything in him screamed with pain. Then Dylan would come in to try to sooth away all the aches and pains and offer his blood so that Sav would keep up the little strength if offered him. The next day it would be Dylan, he was gentle, giving and more caring for their times spent together, while he sat and watched them.
Sav clamped his mouth shut to keep his pain filled yells quite, knowing that it would only spur him to be rougher.
“…so close…ah yeah…” He hissed as he scraped his fangs along Sav’s neck, waiting for the prefect time to take him over the edge.
Sav knew he was teasing, prolonging it as long as possible before he would take his blood. Placing his cheek against the biting roughness of the wall, Sav tried to keep his wits about him before he passed out.
The shrill ringing of the phone, sliced through the air, causing the man behind him to growl in frustration for being interrupted. He stopped the motion of his hips, but stayed buried deep inside.
“Now don’t go anywhere.” He told Sav, then ran his tongue over his cheek.
“Where would I go?” Sav sighed in relief when he moved away to answer the phone. Taking a deep haggard breath he let his body relax as much as possible in the position he was in. His shoulder joints ached in protest from the extra weight. Trying to ignore all the pain, he trained his hearing to the conversation on the phone.
The man barked into the phone, “What?”
“It’s me.” Dylan replied calmly.
“You better have a very good reason for pulling me away from what I was doing.”
Dylan rolled his eyes, then trained them on Joe. “For some one that never liked fucking men, you sure are making up for it with our prisoner.”
“What do you want?”
“I encountered a little problem at the Elliott household.”
“Then fix it and get back here.”
“It’s not that easy. Almost being killed twice in one night, listening to them bicker about what I want and still refusing to give it to me.”
“Get it Dylan or else.” The man growled into the phone.
“I was thinking maybe a little persuasion would get Joe to change his mind or…” Dylan glanced around at everyone. “…all of them.” He heard the soft click on the other end. Dropping his gaze to the phone he punched the button for speaker phone.
“What kind of persuasion do you have in mind?” His voice filtered throughout the room.
“mmm…whatever you have lying around.”
“Does hanging by chains count?” Crackling and soft bangs as if the phone were being moved. “I just need to move this closer for the full effect.”
“I have a trace on every phone here.” Nick informed him.
“I call your bluff Nicholas. I know that not to be true or you would have found us long ago.”
Nick berated himself for not thinking of putting those on the phones in the beginning. So blinded with situation of all that was thrust onto him when this whole ordeal started.
Joe managed to twist from Tiny’s arms, but chose to stay close to him.
A dull thud and sharp intake of breath that was let out haggardly from the punch in Sav’s lower back. “You didn’t go to sleep on me did you?” Swift, hard thrust had him deep inside again. “This is exciting, we have an audience.”
“You can't…mmnnm…” Sav bit his lip to still his voice as the man pushed him against the wall. He felt the blood trickle from the new cuts.
Joe’s breath caught in his lungs at hearing Sav’s voice. He could only image what was happening to him as everyone in the room listened to his heavy breathing.
Pulling himself together, Joe moved closer to the phone and three feet from Dylan. He looked over at Amber and saw the tears glistening in her eyes. Kyle chewed his thump and stared at the floor.
“Do you think this will persuade me in changing my mind?”
Through his haze of pain, Sav snapped his head around, hearing his voice made him momentarily forget everything around him. “Joe!”
“There is something you don’t know about Sav, Dylan. He likes to be chained or beaten. Fucked hard and fast. It’s a secret fetish of his. One that Nick and I use all the time.”
“Dad that’s…” Amber started.
“So hearing this isn’t anything new to me.” Joe snorted, glancing at Amber.
Phil and Tiny were about to voice their concerns when both of them caught the slight nod from Nick.
“Indeed.” Nick rocked back on his heels. “Sends shivers of arousal up my spine just hearing it.”
Deep groans traveled over the line. “Did you ever use a whip on him Nicholas?”
“Doesn’t need...ideas..for next time.” Sav managed to say.
“I have not and will not. That is a barbaric treatment to keep one in line.” Nick quickly stopped any protest from the others.
“I’m sure my partner enjoyed every poison tipped lash himself earlier in the day. The whip he used is centuries old.” Dylan replied with a smug expression.
“So close...scream for me Richard as I take your blood..”
“I will n…” No matter how hard he fought to clamp down the scream, Sav couldn’t against the viciousness of his fangs sinking deep in his shoulder, the hard pull for his blood.
Even though Nick had done that many times over the years, it was different when some ones else was doing, his jaws clenched in anger as he held Joe’s eyes. Amber struggled to hold back a sob. The others sat in stunned silence.
Except for Kyle, he abruptly stood. “I can’t listen to anymore of this.”
“Stay in your set.” Dylan barked.
“Or what Dylan?” Kyle spun on him and waitedfor an answer. “That’s what I though.” he quickly strolled from the room. Gail and Rick went after him.
“Such wonderful taste, your blood when it is filled with so much pain.” Gripping Sav’s hair, he yanked his head back. “Now, don’t pass out on me yet.”
Rustling and painful breath once again in the air.
“Whips I believe we were talking about. The one I used today on him is very old, it matches the centuries old blood, of the beginning, it courses through Richards veins, does it not Nicholas.”
Nick clasped his hands behind his back, slightly dropping his head then eyes back up to Joe. “Indeed he does. Vampires of old, only awakened when Lacey brought him across.”
Rustling, metal clacking of chains, loud groans, then Sav’s sharp intake of breath filtered over the line.
“Such an intoxicating desire to fill one self of his blood. To feel the power, strength, that undeniable bond you share with young Joseph. Surely you have felt it Nicholas.”
“I have.” Nick rocked back on his heels. “That same blood line that I swore an oath to protect on a cold spring morning.”
Phil turned from his place at the glass door, staring out at the darkness as he tried to block the tortured sounds on the phone. “What is he talking about? You didn’t add that part to the story.”
Joe glanced back and forth between them, held his tongue when mad mans laughter floated over the line. “Ah, so you told them. How is that protection serving young Richard now?”
“I will not deny that I let my guard down in protecting Rick’s safety.” Nick held his hand up to stop any more questions that he saw from everyone. “We can leave that discussion for another time and place. Let us discuss the real meaning behind your actions.”
“Yes do tell them...aahhhmmm…” Sav’s rapid breath did not ease the pain from another fist to his back.
“Yes, yes, of course, we must get on with it, but first, I must turn Richard around, I’m sure his shredded chest could use…”
Joe spun on his heels to stand in front of the fireplace, his fingers digging deep in wood as he listened to Sav fight the man when he took off the leg chains.
“You will not get what yo…”
Finally getting him strapped back in cuffs, the mad man roughly shoved him against the bricks, the sharp, jagged points digging into his burning skin.
“Still so much fight in you, stirs the desire to fuck you again. We will save that for later.” His hate filled voice came through the speaker, along with Sav’s heavy breathing. “Tell them what I want.”
“Mask hides...nothing..I…I know you.”
Joe whipped his head around to stare at the phone.
“You know nothing.” He growled.
“That old blood...of course it runs through my veins. I had plenty of it over the years, the best fuck…”
Anger boiled over, mad man slammed his fist into his exposed ribs, hearing several of them crack.
“..uugg...you just hate that….she loved it every time.”
Driving his forearm hard against Sav’s neck.”Shut up about her or I will bring out the most painful weapon to us.”
“Good, then do it. I enjoy the pain.” Sav hissed.
“This is insane.” Phil huffed as he bolted back to his feet. He followed Joe as he made his way over to Amber, speaking quickly to her.
“I fucked her more times over the ye…” Sav tensed up, waiting for the next painful punch to hit him. When it didn’t, he opened his eyes to see him coming toward him, a small case in his hands.
“Stop stalling and tell him. I could try these little beauties. Thin slivers of wood, laced with poisoned blood are very painful to us.”
Joe assumed he was talking about Amber. He stared in disbelief at her, “Did you do these things he is talking about?” He said in a low enough voice, hoping that no one else heard.
Amber looked as shocked as Joe and slowly shook her head.
“She fucks good wi..with a stra….nooo, don’t...uunnn….” Sav knew his time was up as the sliver of wood was slowly embedded in his stomach. He only hoped the message he was sending got through to them.
“Ouch, guess that hurts to find that out Joe.” Dylan chuckled. “Rick has been screwing your daughter all these years.”
“Would you like another one while you tell them?”
“I…Amber...he wants Amber....” Sav said in a rush of breath. “...don’t let h.her…don’t let her come…”
“We didn’t Daddy…I swear.” Amber said in a low voice, holding her fathers eyes. “I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
“If you didn’t, then why would he ramble something off like that?”
“I..I don’t know.” Amber glanced at Nick as he came closer. “Just that one time when he brought me across. Maybe he wasn’t talking about me.”
Joe cringed inwardly as yet another yell of pain came from Sav when another sliver of wood was thrust deeply.
“I grow weary of this game,” The man hissed as he tightly gripped Sav’s chin, forcing his eyes to face him. “When she arrives, Amber will watch as your life’s blood pool on the floor, those that have a bond with you, will feel everything as you slowly, painfully die.”
“Whatever.” Sav replied as he fought to stay alert.
“No whispering over there.” Dylan called out.
“Who else would he…” Joe’s soft voice trailed off. Everything Sav said was spinning wildly in his head, as Tiny approached him to whisper in his ear.
Joe stared hard at him, looking for any truth to what he said, his trust in what Tiny said spurred him into quick action. He hit Nick a little to hard, sending them stumbling a few steps back.
“Joe...what are…”
“Shut up...I know who it is.” he whispered in his ear. Releasing him Joe held his eyes briefly before staring at everyone in the room.
Making his way to the phone, Joe smiled wanly at Dylan, he quickly dropped it. Leaning closer to the speaker, it wasn’t until that moment that he noticed Sav had grown quite, he pushed away any thoughts that sprang to mind as to why.
Taking a deep breath, Joe calmly and evenly said. “I know who you are.”
The deep chuckle that came over the speaker didn’t rattle Joe. “You know nothing.”
“Is that right…Armand.”
Dead silence greeted them.
A heavy sigh of relief washed over Sav. He let the darkness finally claim him, knowing that it maybe the last time that he heard Joe’s voice.
“And I can find you now.”
“The only thing you will find is your dead lover Mr. Elliott.”
Joe turned his gaze to Dylan, to see the shocked expression on his face. “I could say the same for you, but I won’t step down to your level. Instead I have a better idea.”
“Oh and what is that?”
“I have what you want…you have what I want. Why not an even trade?”
“You would give up your daughter for him?”
”I’ve given up more.” Joe replied evenly.
Silence again as Armand thought about his offer. “I’ll be there in two days with Rick. Dylan returns to me tonight. Under no circumstance is he to be followed or Rick dies.”
”Fantastic.” Joe exclaimed. “Oh…Armand, be sure that Sav is cleaned up and for the most part…well.” Joe broke the connection.
“Well that was too easy.” Dylan started. “Given your reaction from earlier about her going with me.”
Joe straightened up and faced Dylan. “Maybe you should have suggested it first and I wouldn’t have flown off the handle. You can’t expect to get something and not give something back in return.”
“Maybe.” Dylan said, confusion touching his eyes.
“I always get what is mine.” Joe smiled.
“Yes, I suppose you do, but at what cost?”
“My daughter only wants to see me happy. Bye Dylan.” Joe spun on his heel to leave the room. As he passed Amber, he winked and mouthed ‘I love you’, in return, she flipped him off.
“I can’t believe that bastard would just hand me over like that.”
“You know your father Amber.” Phil said as he came toward her. “He would do anything for Sav.”
“I know, but…” Amber started.
Phil gripped her shoulders. “Maybe Armand will let you come to visit sometimes.”
“If I’m not dead.” Amber shot back.
“He’s not going to kill you, I won’t let him.” This came from Dylan. Realizing that he said too much, he quickly stood. “I think….”
“I think it’s time for you to leave.” Nick said coming toward him. “I’ll walk you out.”
When he came back in a few minutes later, Amber was in the living room alone, everyone else having dispersed to other parts of the house, to find some comfort in what they just witnessed and heard. He went over to her and gathered her in his arms, softly kissing her temple.
“I hope this works Nick.”
“Everything will be alright, don’t worry.”
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