Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Pretending	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1478 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Pretending
- 2-two
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-ch 9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 2
- 3
- 4
~*~thanks to Zacky and VindictiveDiva for humoring me. i appriciate it. so i've decided to throw in more bands, because...i can. i don't need a reason! anyway, here's the next chapter. hope you like it! review and tell me if you do...or don't. whatever. i'm over the emoness.~*~md

Ville looked around the badly black lit interior of The Funeral, trying not to see the glowing images of Tiki gods and hula girls painted on the walls, craving a cigarette, wishing he was not in California where smoking was held on the same level of child molestation.
The Funeral was a Goth club that only happened every other Friday at a bar that was normally the Tiki Lounge. The walls were covered in lurid neon pseudo tropical “The Bradys go to Hawaii” paintings and a half hearted attempt had been made to cover them in black fabric. It wouldn’t have mattered because the bar and the DJ booth were fronted with fake bamboo and plastic leis along with various vaguely nautically themed junk hung from fishing nets on the ceiling. It took a great deal away from the atmosphere of the Goth club. As did the country band playing in the front room that could be heard every time one of the black clad kids opened the door to go have a cigarette.
And that didn’t happen often as there was a five dollar reentry charge, on top of the ten dollar cover.
Ville sighed again, loudly, knowing Roxy heard him despite the blaring sound of The Smiths pouring out of the speakers.
Roxy ignored him and tried not to touch her face. It felt as though Ville had put a pound of make up on her. In reality she only had on some fairly heavy black eyeliner and some candy pink lip gloss. He’d also teased her hair into fluffy twin ponytails on top of her head and made her wear black vinyl pants with a black fishnet shirt under a black tube top. She felt naked and buried in cosmetics.
Ville of course looked fabulous in tight black jeans and a button up maroon shirt with only a bare touch of eyeliner. He tapped his boots to the beat and sang along under his breath, “Panic on the streets of London…”
Roxy looked around at all the little kids playing at being counter culture. She had seen the actual scenes they were trying to emulate begin and grow and felt they were nothing but shadows of the original. And covered in lint at that, as picked out mercilessly by the black light.
She particularly had her eye on a man with a faux hawk and tight jeans that he wore with a black hoodie that was zipped up despite the fact that it had to have been ninety degrees inside the “club.” His makeup was black eyeliner with red brushed on the outside, making it looked like he’d recently been punched in both eyes.
He also had fangs that looked almost real in the darkness.
The guy was chatting up a pretty little bleached blond waif wearing what looked like a wedding dress dyed black and tattered at the hem.
Roxy nudged Ville under the table, “Come dance with me,” she jerked her head toward the hoodie boy, “over there.”
He stood and gallantly held up his hand as the DJ put on “She’s in Parties” by Bauhaus and moved with her across the floor until they could hear the conversation.
“Of course I’m a vampire.” Hoodie laughed, “Why don’t we go back to my place and I can show you?”
The bride giggled and put her hand on his arm, “And how would you show me?”
“By drinking your blood of course.”
She giggled again and they both went to the door, vanishing in a twang of country.
Roxy and Ville trailed after unobtrusively. They followed them to a beat up Doge pick up and then tailed them in the unremarkable blue Crown Victoria Roxy had bought purely so she could have a car that would blend in.
Through the back window of the truck they could see the bride’s head disappear, presumably into Hoodie Boy’s lap.
Ville snickered. Roxy rolled her eyes at him and concentrated on staying three cars behind the pick up at all times.
Eventually they came to a small apartment and the two went into one of the shitty cardboard boxes that served as housing down on 8th street in Upland. Roxy and Ville went to the window to listen, hiding behind a scrawny shrub. Roxy felt silly spying on anyone dressed as she was. She wished she’d thought to bring an extra shirt.
After a few minutes they could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from the tiny apartment.
Ville looked at Roxy, ‘Can we go now?’ clearly etched on his face.
She shook her head and sniffed the air. Under the musky scent of sex, she smelled blood. Looking back to Ville, he raised an eyebrow, ‘See?’
Expecting they had found their rogue murdering vampire, they were somewhat shocked when the girl got in a cab some time later, severely rumpled and sporting some champion hickeys, but alive.
Hoodie Boy, now dressed only in a pair of red flannel pajama bottoms turned to the bush they were in, hands on hips and said, “Enjoy the show?”
Roxy stepped out of the bush, sizing up the boy to be no more that forty, surely. If it came to a fight, she could take him, despite his oh so intimidating “Search and Destroy” tattoos.
Ville, somewhat sheepishly stepped out after her, ducking his head, “I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but there’s a killer loose in the town and we’re just eliminating suspects.”
“Oh? And how do I know you’re not the killers running around my town?” he folded his arms across his chest.
Roxy arched an eyebrow, “You’re town? You don’t. For all you know we’re just looking for someone to frame.”
Suddenly, Hoodie Boy, now Flannel Pajama Boy dropped his arms and gasped, “Oh! You’re Ville Valo! That makes you Roxanne Breton!”
Ville gaped.
Roxy narrowed her eyes, “Who are you and how do you know us?”
He came closer and extended his hand, “Frank Iero and about forty years ago I saw HIM play at the Grove.”

Jade sat back and sighed. The plane was landing, finally. He was officially connected to California soil again. He looked eagerly out the window at the familiar sights of palm trees and smog. There was smog everywhere in the world, but Southern California smog had a special quality to it. It was thicker, but lighter. It tasted like asphalt, aging freeway, In’N’Out and salt water, no matter how far inland you were.
It was a postcard So Cal day. The sky was brilliant blue with a few fluffy white clouds making shapes across it. A light breeze made the trees next to the tarmac sway. Captain said it was a balmy eighty four out. Perfect weather for surfing, skateboarding, hanging out in the backyard by the pool.
‘And meeting Roxy.’ Jade smiled to himself at the thought.
Davey saw Jade’s dreamy half smile and knew he was thinking about seeing his ‘net girlfriend. It made Davey happy to know his best friend was also happy. It didn’t hurt that he was going to meet Roxy’s hot friend Ralph.
It was funny though, Davey didn’t think the guy looked like a “Ralph.” With his pale skin and startling green eyes, he should have had a more exotic name. A face like that deserved a name that meant something beautiful, not one that was a synonym for puke.
Still, he worried, as he was wont, about how hard Jade had fallen for this girl and the fact that she lived in a town with so many recent vampire deaths. There had been four more murders in Upland in the two weeks since he’d been assigned to go hunt out the unclean thing.
Jade didn’t know he was going to the town with a dual purpose. He knew Davey was a vampire hunter. They had known each other so long that nothing was kept secret between them. Jade didn’t think vampires were real, but he was willing to allow Davey his eccentricities.
Vampires were very real. Davey already had twenty kills under his belt from the last tour alone. His position as lead singer of AFI allowed him to tour the world, hunting vampires as he went. He was one of the top vampire hunters in the entire organization.
As the plane doors opened at last, he tried to work out a way that would allow him to slip off for some stalking of the undead.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Pretending