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Until we meet again	By : dasleigh Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 3118 -:- 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.

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When Ville woke up the next day, his head was still spinning, was ist really true what he had seen?
Was the real Dead in his hotelroom and had he really asked him...about his love? It was love he had hoped to get from Ville, wasn´t it?
But what was this sweet taste in his mouth?

Ville went downstairs to join his bandmates and sat dwon at the breakfast table.

„Coffee as usual?“ asked Migé and bent forward to get his usual morningkiss, but this time Ville refused it.

„Something wrong?“ Migé asked.

„Sorry, not in the mood“, lied Ville. To be honest, he had still the sweet taste on his lips and he was too afraid to loose it by kissing...or eating or drinking.

Ville refused the tasty things on the table aswell.

Ville´s eating behaviour went on, he didn´t eat since days, stopped drinking and the manager was already about to call a doctor.

„Got he finally an eatingdisorder?“ the manager worried.

His friends had no chance to break Ville´s will. He ate nothing.

Fate turned and the singer got even more thinner and his face lost any color.

After 2 weeks of refusing any kind of in-mouth-contact the manager picked up the phone to call the doctor again.

Migé had joined Ville in his hotelroom, because the singer was too weak to stand up on his feet himself.

„I´m worring about you, Ville.“

„I know“, Ville carressed Migé´s arm, „ I´m sorry for casuing you problems, but I can not do anything against this taste, I´m afraid to loose it...“, smiled Ville.

„What did you eat then that tasted so good that you refuse everthing else?“ worried Migé.

„No food, his kiss, his sweet passionate kiss...“

„I would not like to have a friend like this, you suffer from this kiss, Ville. You are addicted to this taste!“

„Yes...“, said Ville like in a fever.

„I go and call Linde to join you for a few minutes“, Migé left the room.

Ville sighed, closed his eyes.

He felt so weak, every move seemed to be painful.
He got lost in the silence.

„Ville?“

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There! His soft voice!

Ville opened his eyes.

„Dasleigh!“ he refused all weakness and jumped out of his bed.

„Ssht, go back to bed, you look so ill and you are so weak, my friend!“ Dasleigh pushed him soft in the sheets again.

„I....stian tan taste you´re kiss on my lips!“ smiled Ville.

„I was afraid so...“ again this innocent voice.

Ville looked at Dasleigh with weaknes not only weak of his body but his feelings got weak aswell: „Please“

Dasleigh bent forward and they both met for another passionate kiss. Hands raoming all over and Ville moaned in pleasure.

„Oh, sweetest angel, more of this!“

Dasleigh opened his shirt and placed some delicate kisses on Villes chest.

Ville was goin mad, feeling how he was loosing even more energy because of his excitment.

„Dasleigh...“, whispered Ville.

„Ville, don´t forget I am an angel...I can´t......“ said Dasleigh with pain in his eyes.

„Then take me with you!“ forced Ville, „ I can not live without your kiss!“

„I feared that!“ said Dasleigh softly., caressing Ville´s chest.

„Please...“ said Ville sharply.

„You don´t know what you´re expecting me to do. Even though now you do look teribbly ill and weak.“

„Do it!“ forced Ville.

„You don´t know what you´re saying!“

„Don´t leave me in this misery! I can not life at your side and you not on mine! And I go mad when I don´t feel your lips on mine! You´re kisses are brighter than the sun!“ Ville ached, „take this pain away from me!“

„It will be our last final kiss...do you think I don´t like your kisses...what about me?“

„Dasleigh! This is not the time for judging! You are the angel! And I can´t wait till the day you come and take me!“

„Ville....watch your words....!“

„Take the pain I deserve! It´s a realise for me!“

„Ville!...You´re insane...I was afraid that this would happen and it was nothing I had wanted...“

„Would you come to me when I die...?“ in Ville´s eyes shone a light.
Dasleigh held his breath.“Of course...what ya mean?“

„Then I will kill myself! You have to come to me when I do suicide!“ Ville´s idea seem to be perfect to him, even though this way to end his life would mean good bye to his friends,woulwould lead him to see Dasleigh again. Even a painful meeting.

„Ville, don´t forget that someone´s watches over you“, Dasleigh smiled at him, like he would have been a little schoolboy, „you´re guardianangel won´t let this happen. I will force him to let it not happen.“

„But...I...need you....“, said Ville in a hushed voice.

„You would want n yon your side?“

Ville nodded, god, this angel was hard to discuss with!

He bent forward and stole another kiss....“just one time...one time...“ begged Ville.

„Ville! Ville“ Dasliegh slapped Ville´s face, kissed it then immedanly,“ you are insane! Want me to take you to the doors of death or am I right that you beg me to make love to you?“

Ville smiled in delight: “Both, my sweet angel!“

Dasleigh pulled Ville underneath him, covered him in the sheets, kissed him passionate, Ville lost more and more energy, got weaker from second to second.
„That´s a nice way of loosing life!“ smiled Ville innocent.

„I´d like to say you don´t know what you´re saying, but I´m afraid your mind is clear and you really know what you´re saying! You are a strong character, Ville!“ Dasliegh was surpriesed, even though it was a bitter surprise.

They kissed again and suddelny Ville had the feeling a sweet breeze would rush over his heated boody.

He opend his eyes betwenn the breathtaking kiss and swollowed,

„Gotch!“ he gasped.

Dasleigh, who laid carfully above with arms besides his body to watch his weight not crushing Ville, had spread a wonderful huge pair of wings and his ethereal deliciuos body was suddenly covered by just a small white little sheed, that seemed to have no hold, it could fall off every second. He lookd like one of these beautiful statues built forever in stone.
Ville ached when he saw the angel so intense in his whole beauty. And these wonderfull pair of wings.

Black wings.

„God, you are an angel!“ whispered Ville.

„What did you expect?“ asked Dasleigh innocent.

Ville smiled shyly: May I touch them?“

Dasleigh´s heart was melting, he felt so touched by this simple curious question and nodded,

Ville dared to reach out and touch the huge feathers. Softly he caressed one of them.

„Ehm“, Ville cleared his throat, „ may I ask if you can fly with them?“

Again Dasleigh was so deeply touched: “Aah, Ville, this sweet curioutity of yours- but to answer your question. No! We can´t use our wings to fly. They are too heavy. I know everyone suggestes us to fly around with them, as it is drawn in many pictures that angels fly above human´s heads for bringing a message of Gad, but it´s not true that angels can fly. Believe me, my friend, each pair of wings weights about 100 kilos or even more, depending which kind of angel you are. Angels were born under enormous pain- fighting and struggeling to stand on their two feets, trying to keep the balance with this heavy wings. No flying.“

„I´m dreaming.....“, Ville swollowed, „but why black wings? Are you- an evil angel?“

Dasleigh looked Ville with a look full of tenderness into the eyes:
„Do I look evil to you? I know, sometimes the devil uses beauty to blind the human people. But believe me, I need nothing like this. My wings used to be white before. But don´t forget, my sweet Ville, I am the Dead. I saw so many people die, been on god´s world before a human beeng touched his ground, I´ve been on earth since the beginning of time, I know, it is hard for a little human mind to understand“, he smiled, knowing to hear such things could blast a human ear, but he felt just right to tell his story to his friend, „ I saw Napoleon die, was in the same car where Mrs Kennedy cried for her killed husband, I was beside John Lennon when he was shout down, I even was in the breathtaking hall where Nero died....I walked along battlefields where human men fought their useless human wars, I saw so many brave men die, I walked along these battlefields, that were soaked with blood of the innocent ones and this side made me sad. I crossed the battlefields and my huge wings hang to the ground, they reached the bloody ground and they absorbed the blood like drying flowers the longing water. And the red blood turned my wings into another color and when the blood dried it became a deeper shade of black...that´s my mission, remember? So- no evil.“

Ville swollowed hard. God, he was such a beauty and the whole world lies in his arms and he, Ville, had this powerful creatuyingying beside him.
He looked at the naked, small shoulders, still tasting his sweet kiss, making him go insane.

„I know“, he stottered, I know... you´re not allowed to, but please, you... „, Ville pressed his hand between the legs if the angel, grabbing a bit harder, „ and for god you are no asexual angel...“

Dasleigh smiled bitterly.

„But I am an angel and I wish i could fall for you, like all my other brotehrs once did, but I am the Dead“, his voice sounded small and lost, „ I can not.“

Ville ached in pain.

Dasliegh bent forward, kissed Ville passionaly again, shoving his tongue softly in his mouth and caressing Ville´s chest:“Listen, sewwt Ville, I´ll give you a little satiscaction you asked for...“ and he turned over in a hot kiss, soving his delicious tongue between Ville´s lips, making Ville´s mind go black,“ but I won´t end it...“
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Until we meet again