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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.

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When Night Falls(Pt27)
Joe was sitting on the edge of the soft leather chair in the studio, his forehead resting in the palm of his hand as he stared at the floor.
Tiny and Kyle barged in a few minutes later to see him sitting there. Both of them were confused and wanted answers that no one else was giving. Tiny knew that he could pry them from Joe.
“Joe, what was that all about? You’re trading Amber to Armand to get Sav back. He wouldn’t want that…I heard him say it. That crap you said about him enjoying to be chained and beaten was bullshit. I know better than that and so do you. You can’t be serious about this trade off?”
“Do I have stupid written across my forehead?” Joe mumbled, looking up at them. They could clearly see the raw emotion in his eyes, the slight puffy redness around them.
“Yeah, in big bold red letters. This is crazy, you can’t do this. I know you love Sav, but I didn’t think you would give up your own flesh and blood for him.”
”It was all a bluff Tiny.” Joe told him as he slowly stood up.
“A what?” Kyle narrowed his eyes.
“A bluff. You’re a lawyer Kyle. You know what a bluff is?”
”Of course I do.” He shot back. “It’s not something you toss around lightly. It can backfire and the results can be….”
”Let’s hope it doesn’t backfire.” Joe cut him off. “Sav’s life depends on it.”
“You have a plan don’t you?” Tiny caught Joe’s eye.
“I’m still working it out in my head or several of us are.”
Tiny snapped his fingers. “That’s why you glared at me before. After I told you who it could possibly be.”
“And I have a great deal of debt to you Tiny.”
Tiny smiled warmly at the man standing in front of him, “You can thank me later.”
Joe returned his smile, knowing what he meant. “H..how did you figure it out anyway?”
“A few things clued me in.” Tiny pulled up a chair and sat down. “The look of confusion in Amber’s eye’s when you were talking to her of what Sav was saying. I’ve know for many years nothing ever happened between. How hard they fought the attraction between. Then he mentioned something about old blood, the many times...he fucked her over the years. It’s been an on again, off again relationship for 60 years. He was talking about Rachel. It all made perfect sense.”
“Is she the one that showed up when Dad was sick, the dark haired, exotic beauty?” Kyle glanced between them.
“Yes. Rachel is Armand’s biological daughter.” Joe answered him, then saw the confusion on his face. “It’s long story Kyle. Armand wants revenge for what happened a long time ago. He was head or leader of the Elders when we first met him in 1997, I think. He didn’t like the idea of a well know rock band becoming part of the Community, it could expose or threaten its very existence. We were brought before the Elders, questions were thrown at everyone about crossing over. Armand wanted to severally punish Nick for what he had done to Sav…what he did, is frowned upon..against the Code really. It was voted against, not to do it. Armand did it anyway.” Joe stopped a moment, frowning at the memory. “Sav was ready to kill him in the hallway, if Armand didn’t take him to Nick.”
“You see,” Tiny interrupted. “It is forbidden to threaten one of the Elders, it usually results in death.”
“That too was voted against. Further enraging Armand.”
“So, where was Nick?” Kyle wanted to know.
“Like I said. Armand punished him anyway…severally.” Joe glanced at Tiny. “We defied Armand at every turn. Sav slept with his 16 year old virgin daughter, Rachel. He didn’t know that she was at the time. Armand was tossed out as leader by a vote of the others. He lost everything…his standing in the Community, leadership of the Elders and Rachel. She never forgave him for what he tried to do to us.” Joe scratched his chin in thought, “To this day I don’t understand why they have chose to spare our lives. We have violated the Code so many times over the years, but never get punished for it.” Joe waved his hand as if to change the subject.
“What did Armand do to be ousted like that?”
“He wanted us all dead because of the threat we posed to the Community. Went against the vote and still tried to have it done. He failed.”
”I thought it had to do more with your defying him.” Tiny added. “Then again, after Nick told that story, learning of the old blood lines Sav has, ones we thought were myths. That could explain why the Elders do nothing when you break The Code. Really must find out more about that.”
“We will, but later,” Joe started. “He could have taken all of us out, by blowing up the house.
“Why didn’t he?” Kyle sat heavily in the nearby chair.
“I don’t know.” Joe shrugged his shoulders. “It doesn’t matter now. I’m sure he can still do that, but he’s not. Armand wants us to suffer as he has over the years.”
“I’ve went up against a lot of criminals in my days as a lawyer.” Kyle glanced between them. “But this guy…this one makes them all look like criminal want-to-be.”
“We are his judge and jury and we’re going to skip his trail and move right to the execution with him Kyle.” Tiny gently slapped him on the shoulder.
“I can’t agree with you more on that.”
“Mortal laws don’t matter to me anymore.” Joe leaned back in his chair, “Kyle, you are in more danger now. Armand knows about you, knows you are Rick’s biological son. You are a high risk target.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured that I was after what Dylan suggested. I was probably a target before that.”
“We can get personal guards for you around the clock, as well for Beth.” Burning prick of tears threatened when Joe realized that Thomas never had that protection.
“I would be happy to take that job.” Tiny smiled.
Joe cleared his throat, “Um no, I need you to help with the plans we are working on.”
Tiny momentarily looked wounded at not getting the job of protecting Kyle, but brushed it off to focus his attention on Joe. “I’ll do anything you need me too.”
“I know you will, but first, I want to ask you something. At this point in eternity, I really don’t want to hear the word no.”
“Ask.”
“We’ve never done this in all the time we have known each other. Why, I don’t know?”
”You’ve finally fallen off your rocker and want to have sex.” He replied, trying to lighten the mood.
Joe chuckled softly, a gentle shake of his head. “No. I want to share blood with you.”
Tiny stared at him dumbfounded, mouth agape. He turned to Kyle.
“What are you looking at me for? Last time I checked, my name was Kyle. Besides, Joe has already taken from me.”
“This way, I don’t have to stop and explain everything to you.”
”It takes more than once to have a good bond between us Joe. Two days isn’t enough to gain that.”
“I know, but I figured with your age and your abilities, you could tap into my mind. Not necessarily me into yours, just you in mine…you know what I mean.”
”I understand what you’re asking, but…” Tiny scratched his chest. “…I don’t think it will work that quickly.”
”I want you on my side when this goes down.”
”I am on your side Joe. I’ve been there from the very first day I met you. Don’t get me wrong…I would love to share blood with you, wanted to for a long time. There just isn’t enough time.”
“Tiny is right.” Nick said from the doorway. “In order for him to gain that kind of access to your mind Joe, he would have to nearly drain you. Two days isn’t enough for you to recover from that.”
“We don’t know if it will work unless we try.” Joe told him.
Nick came further into the room to stand before him. “It will not work Joseph. Even my age and abilities did not grant me an instant bond with you. It took months and many times of sharing blood with you to gain that.”
”But…” Joe started.
“The desperation I see in your eyes is clouding your judgment.”
”Desperation is all I have left to get back the man I love Nick.” Quickly rising, Joe went over to pour another drink, gulping it down before turning back the men in the room.
Tiny glanced at Nick to see him staring at the floor. The slight drop in his shoulders indicated to him that Nick was slowly losing all hope, even in light of what they learned tonight. Tiny clapped him on the back. “OK, well….” He scooted his chair closer to Joe’s and patted the seat, indicating for him to sit back down, “…tell me about this plan you have formulating in that pretty head of yours Joe. I can’t do anything unless I know.”
Joe rolled his eyes, “OK.” he replied as he sat back down.
“When this is all over and Sav is home, we can share that blood….all three of us.” Tiny glanced at Nick. “Nick too if he wants.”
Nick scoffed at him as he pulled out his cell, punching in the numbers for Andre’. “I want everyone in the studio pronto…it’s time to take him down.”
“The studio isn’t big enough for everyone.” Joe reminded Nick.
“Andre’, make that the living room.” He clicked off the cell and dropped it in his pocket.
“I’m not getting any younger Joe.” Kyle said standing up and pouring himself a drink, then held up his hand. “But I can wait until everyone is together and hear it at the same time.”
Joe stood up and approached him. “When this is all over Kyle, give it some serious thought about crossing over. I don’t want to see Sav go through the agonizing pain of losing his son like I have.”
“But I though Thomas…”
”Tommy was his son, but not of his flesh and blood.”
“And I get to be tortured for eternity, because there will be two handsome Savage men for me to pine away for.” Tiny draped his arm across Kyle’s shoulders and led him from the room.
“I will think about it Joe.” Kyle called out as they left.
Nick rolled his eyes. “Tiny’s inability to focus on anything but the male anatomy will get him killed one day.”
Joe punched him hard on the arm. “Don’t say that.”
***
Dylan causally made his was through the house, humming softly to himself. Pulling open the door he descended the concrete steps to the basement below the house. At the bottom, he inserted the key to unlock the heavy steel door and pushed it open, then flipped the switch.
The room was bathed in harsh, bright light. Dylan groaned inwardly at the site of Sav lying on the cold stone floor on his side.
“Well, at least he managed to put something on you before he dumped you in here.” Dylan said as he picked him up and laid Sav on the small narrow cot.
He went about wetting a washcloth with warm water, then gently washed the blood from his back, peering closely at the cuts from the whip.
“These don’t look very bad, little slow in healing though.”
“You told them who I am.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Dylan replied without looking up at Armand when he came into the room.
“Mr. Elliott couldn’t have figured out my identity from what he was saying.” Armand pointed to Sav.
”Joe is a very smart man. He was whispering to Amber about something. I didn’t hear what they were saying. Then that big idiot Tiny approached him and said something. I thought he was talking about Amber.”
Armand could only stare at him, angry and irritated they knew who he was now. He was so caught up in his anger of what Sav was saying about Rachel, a daughter that banished him years ago and one he still loves.
“You really must stop being so harsh with Rick. His wounds are slow to heal. I suspect it may have something to do with his illness.”
”That is of no concern to me.”
Dylan finally looked up at him. “Well it better be. He is of no use to us if he is dead.”
“To you, you mean.” Armand grumbled. Spinning on his heel he quickly left the room.
“Yes to me.” Dylan called after him as he followed him out. “When you get your…”
“Lock the door.”
Dylan slammed the door shut and raced up the stairs after him. “When you get your revenge against them, with Joe and Nick dead. I walk away from this arrangement with Rick…alive…per our agreement.”
“That agreement is no longer valid.”
Dylan grabbed his arm, jerking him to a stop. “You are not backing out of our agreement. You gave me your word that Rick would not die with the others. That I could keep him and do whatever I wanted.”
Armand glared at him until Dylan released his arm. “The only thing changing in that agreement is the plans we previously made.”
”Why are you changing them now? We almost have what we both want.” Dylan quickly following behind him to the den where Armand was pouring drinks for both of them.
“Do you honestly believe that Mr. Elliott will give up his daughter?”
”He said that Amber only wanted to see him happy.”
Armand stopped in front of him, lightly tracing his finger tips along Dylan’s jaw. “So young, so naive.”
“I’m not stupid.”
Armand stepped by him to sit in the soft leather chair. “The element of surprise is no longer there, they know who I am. There for, the plans are ruined. I suspect, before you left Mr. Elliott’s house, that a trap was already in the planning stages. He is a smart man, you said so yourself…as is Nicholas. If we go through with this…this so called trade. You get nothing, but a cold empty bed.”
Dylan stared at him a moment, mulling around in his head what Armand was talking about. “Damnit!” He flopped down on the sofa. “What do we do now?”
“I’ve had another plan from the beginning.” Armand rose from his seat, walking behind Dylan’s chair, to pour another drink for himself.
“You didn’t tell me of this other plan.”
“I needed you focused on the first one. I was hoping I didn’t have to resort to the other one.”
Dylan rubbed the weariness from his eyes, causing his vision to momentarily blur. “Why?”
“This one...plan B so to speak, will put Rick’s life precariously close to death…very close, but not enough to kill him...yet.”
“Damnit Armand…” Dylan shot up from the chair, spinning around to face him. “…you promised me that I cou…” his words died in his throat.
Armand watched the surprise on his face turn to disbelief. Dylan glanced down at his chest to see the rapidly growing blood stain, felt it run down his stomach.
“Plan B doesn’t include you.” Armand shoved the wooden stake all the way through Dylan’s heart and body.
Dylan shot his hand up to grip his throat. “You…bastard. How cou...could you kill…me?”
“Easy. I have no conscience or remorse for the ones I killed before you.” Armand shoved him again, releasing his hold on the stake. Dylan stumbled back a few steps, he held Armand’s eyes for as long as he could before crumpling to the floor.
Armand watched him twitch and wither on the floor until Dylan stilled all movements. With a non caring shrug of his shoulders, stepping back over to the small table to pour himself another drink.
Down in the basement, Sav waited for them to leave before he carefully rose from the cot and moved to the door. Pressing his ear to small crack between the door and frame to listen to what they were saying. He heard everything. Sav turned, so that his forehead was against the cool metal door, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “Dylan.”
Struggling to hold the angered yell in his lungs, Sav stumbled in the dark, back over to the cot and lay down. Pushing all thoughts of Dylan’s death from his mind, he thought of ways to get out there.
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