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No Second Chances	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Oh my gosh, I havent been here in FOREVER. Wen it started running poorly I kinda gave up on all my fics posted here, but now it seems to be up and revived I may as well revive some stuff too.
Its been a long time since I posted anything, but I have this fic FINISHED and will be posting ALL the chapters in a timely fashion :) Please review, let me know what you thought.

Yeah, so if you havent guessed already MAJOR VIOLENCE warning in this chapter...please dont hate me lol, but i'd love reviews of the non-flame kind.

Steven took it upon himself to follow the happy couple at a distance, his vision never leaving the sight of his pale angel, mesmerized by Darren’s movements, his amazingly blue eyes, that laugh- so full of life. He followed them for several blocks, licking his lips in anticipation of the time when the angel would be his. Darren and Daniel were oblivious to Steven, in their own little happy world, full of love and light.

Steven followed them to a more residential area, watching from across the street and behind some bushes as the couple entered what must have been their home. Steven took note of the address. He smiled to himself. He knew what he wanted, and he’d be back to get it…he just needed to be patient.

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Darren and Daniel watched the screen in a state of horror; it was clear by now, what had happened. Time sped up on screen, once again to the night Darren died, though, this time, from a different point of view.

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Steven was watching the house from behind the bushes across the street, as he had been doing for the past week or so, just waiting for his chance to strike. And then it came, Daniel came storming out of the front door of the house, annoyance written all over his features. He pulled his car keys from his pocket, getting in his jeep and driving away….alone….Steven sat up straighter from his position in the bushes….Darren was alone in the house…now was his chance…

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Daniel was gritting his teeth in anger, shaking his head slowly, as if he could deny what was about to happen on the screen.

“No….no….” Darren murmured into Daniel’s chest, hiding his eyes from the screen, as if not being able to see it would somehow block the memories from filling his mind. Steven had become dreadfully quiet…no more pained whimperings…no more muffled giggles….just silent tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched what he had done on the screen.

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Steven quickly moved across the street, not believing his luck. Finally, after all of his waiting, the angel was finally alone….ready for the taking. Sneaking into the house was easier than he thought it would be, that damn fool Daniel hadn’t even bothered to lock the door in his haste to leave the house, making it possible for Steven to slip inside the darkened home of the man that had become his obsession.

Darren had already gone to bed, all of the lights in the house were shut off, but the small nightlights plugged into the outlets around the walls made it easy for Steven to find his way upstairs and outside the door that he knew must have belonged to his angel. The beauty was right behind the door…all he had to do was enter and the angel would be his…but no, he didn’t want to frighten the pale beauty…he’d wait a bit longer, give the angel some time to rest before he made his presence known….

Time seemed to pass by in a flash on the screen; Steven smiled to himself once more before silently opening the door and slipping into the darkened bedroom. Darren’s form was beautiful underneath the pale moonlight, his ebony hair hung over his face as he snuggled deeper into his pillow.

Steven licked his lips….slowly joining Darren on the comfortable bed, pulling the covers up around his form, just looking at Darren….so close now….

“Mmmmmm…..” Darren murmured, “Hey Jonesy….” He sighed, still half-asleep. Steven said nothing in reply, his calloused hand stroking Darren’s cheek in some twisted form of tenderness. The foreign touch woke Darren from his sleep immediately, his eyes snapping open, the weight on the bed next to him was definitely not Daniel’s. Darren rolled onto his back in surprise, eyes widening as he came face to face with the intruder. Darren tried to scream but Steven was too fast for him, rolling on top of him, slapping his left hand over Darren’s mouth, his right hand pinning Darren’s wrists against the bed above him.

“Hello pretty angel…..” Steven murmured, his breath hot against Darren’s face.

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Darren was shaking uncontrollably in Daniel’s grasp, the memories flooding back to his mind no matter how hard he tried to block them out. “No…please….turn it off!” he cried, making Daniel’s heart ache with guilt. The angel shook his head, allowing the memory to continue playing for the tiny group to see.

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“Pretty…pretty…” The vision of Steven murmured into Darren’s ear, pushing his body against the smaller man’s. Darren was confused…frightened, struggling weakly underneath the stronger man, screaming into his hand while trying to break free. “No, no Angel…..don’t do that….” Steven commanded, “Shhh….don’t be scared, don’t you want to be with me?” Steven smiled down at Darren comfortingly as tears formed in the pale beauty’s eyes. Darren shook his head frantically, his heart beating rapidly, not knowing what was going on….Steven’s smile disappeared as Darren shook his head, eyes narrowing dangerously.

“Why don’t you want to be with me….? Why won’t you just give me a chance?” Steven growled, getting angry…“No one ever wants to be with me! No one EVER just tries to get to know me!” Steven accentuated his words by shaking Darren’s body, slamming him against the bed. Darren wriggled frantically underneath the intruder, trying to break free, managing to get his mouth free from Steven’s hand, screaming out as loud as he could, the first thing that came to his mind.

“DANIEL!!!” Darren shrieked, calling out his lover’s name, praying that the man would be home, that he would save him… The screams were music to Steven’s ears, but he couldn’t have his angel alerting anyone else of his presence just yet. He slapped Darren harshly in order to shut him up, eyes turning black with anger…

“That’s a very. Naughty. Angel…” Steven growled….”I gave you a chance….you just couldn’t be good could you…I guess I’ll just have to punish you….” Steven shook his head in mock sadness…. “just like everyone else…” he slapped Darren again, tears of anger pricking at his own eyes, miserable by the angel’s obvious rejection of him. He quickly removed his belt, using it to bind Darren’s hands to the headboard, effectively trapping him, despite his struggles.

“HELP ME!! SOMEBODY PLEASE!!” Darren screamed as he struggled, Steven digging through his bag, smiling as he found what he was looking for, always prepared, pulling out a roll of duct tape, tearing off a piece his right hand holding Darren’s chin firmly, placing the duct tape over his mouth to stifle his screams, then using the duct tape to wrap around Darren’s wrists and reinforce his bindings. Steven smiled sadistically, the anger disappearing from his face once again as he stared down at his prey.

“Don’t be frightened little Angel…I’ll take care of you…’

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Darren let out a scream of terror, desperately clinging to Daniel as the memories assaulted his mind. His eyes were shut tightly, tears leaking out from behind dark lashes. Daniel was trembling himself, as he held on to his lover tightly, unable to comprehend how so horrifying an end could befall his precious “Dazza.” It wasn’t fair….and it was all his fault…why had he left Darren alone like that, why?

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Tears streamed down Darren’s pale cheeks, is heart beating rapidly in his chest, his frightened whimpers muffled by the duct tape. Steven leaned down close to Darren’s face, drinking in the angel’s fear. Suddenly, his tongue darted out, catching Darren's tears, reveling in their salty sweetness.

“You taste so sweet my little angel…” Steven purred, “I could eat you up…mmmmm….” he nuzzled against Darren’s neck, making him cringe, “But first…..” he giggled slightly, “I’ll be right back, pretty angel.” In a flash, Steven was off of Darren and out of the room. Immediately, Darren began thrashing on the bed, frantically trying to free himself, but the bindings held fast. He couldn’t get free, he was trapped…and that psycho was going to come back any second!

As if on cue, the door to the bedroom reopened and Steven stepped inside, a twisted smile marring his features, hiding something behind his back. Darren’s struggles increased as Steven came towards him, straddling him, grinding into him once more.

“I brought you a present….sweet, sweet angel…” Steven whispered menacingly, brushing Darren’s long dark locks out of his face, his weight stopping most of Darren’s struggles. “Would you like to see what it is…? I think you’ll like it…” Darren shook his head pleadingly, azure eyes desperate and full of tears. “Oh come now….don’t be a spoilsport.” Steven pouted, revealing the cool metal of the butcher’s knife he had confiscated from the kitchen downstairs. Darren’s eyes widened at the sight of the sharp blade, and he screamed in protest into the gag, trying to buck Steven off of him to no avail. Steven dropped the knife onto the bed next to Darren's thigh for a moment, using both of his hands to easily wrap around Darren’s slender throat.

“Naughty angels need to be punished!” Steven growled, his thumbs pressing down on Darren’s trachea, cutting off Darren's ability to breath, grinding into him as he did so, turned on by the amount of control he had over the radiant life beneath him. Darren let out a tiny squeak of fear, unable to breathe, struggling weakly for his life, feeling himself begin to grow faint…

Steven held Darren's throat firmly with one hand, the other hand moving to rip Darren’s nightshirt from his body. Darren felt weak, his struggles becoming nonexistent his world growing fuzzy and dark, he knew he was on the verge of passing out. Finally, just as Darren was on the verge of blacking out, Steven released his grip on his throat, allowing Darren to breathe in through his nose, completely worn out.

“Are you going to be a good little angel now?” Steven asked, not bothering to wait for an answer as he picked up the knife once more. Lazily he began to trace the blade along Darren’s chest, lightly at first, the tip of the blade scratching tiny angry red cuts into Darren’s pale flesh, thin lines of blood dripping down Darren’s chest. Steven’s eyes widened in delight at the sight of the blood, he giggled inanely as he deepened the cuts, applying more pressure on the knife, dragging it painfully along Darren's torso.

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“NO MORE! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANYMORE!” Darren cried, pleadingly, begging the angel to shut the screen off. The angel refused, apologizing but insisting that they must continue. Daniel glared at the heavenly-being, trying to give Darren as much strength as he could, only able to hold his lover as the screen played on. Stevens eyes held unshed tears in them, but he had lost the humanity that had been so evident when he first entered the room, staring up dully at the screen, lips curved into a slight smile….Daniel wanted him to pay…he wanted the bastard to suffer for what he had done to Darren.

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Darren screamed in pain, sobbing as the knife cut into him, pulling weakly against his bindings as Steven lazily drew patterns up and down his chest. The blood began to pool, the deep crimson of the blood a startling contrast to his lily-white skin.

Steven dipped his head down, lapping up some of Darren’s blood, reveling in it’s taste…he knew the angel would taste like honey…he could smell it in the poor soul’s fear the moment he claimed him. He ripped the tape from Darren’s mouth, eliciting a heart-wrenching scream from the young man’s luscious lips. A rough hand grabbed Darren’s chin, forcing him to look up at Steven, who leaned in, ravishing his mouth, forcing Darren to taste his own blood on Steven’s tongue. Darren tore his head away from Stevens, spitting out the taste of the other man, gasping for breath.

“P-PLEASE! STOP!” Darren cried, his voice clearly desperate, pleading…begging for his life, “P-please…” Steven frowned then.

“What’s wrong…don’t you want to be an angel?” Steven murmured comfortingly, sending chills down Darren’s spine.

“N-No. P-please! L-let me go!” Darren hiccupped, coughing, his wounds more damaging than they appeared to be, his voice weak and ragged, no longer musical.

“Silly, silly angel….why would I do that?” Steen taunted, smearing Darren’s blood all over his chest, before licking the coppery substance of his fingertips… “Mmmmm…..ready for more?” Steven dragged the knife down Darren’s chest once more, this time in intricate circular patterns drawing fresh blood and new screams of protest from the pale beauty. Darren’s screams were frantic; his voice breaking in pain, his throat scratchy from screaming…yet the sound was music to Steven’s ears, a melody that only the maniac could decipher.

“OH GOD…PLEASE! STOP!!” Darren howled. Steven ignored him, moving lower on Darren’s body. It had been too hot for Darren to wear pants to bed, choosing instead to don his favorite pair of boxers. Steven took great delight in cutting them off, discarding the ruined material on the floor, leaving Darren completely nude…totally vulnerable….

Darren couldn’t think straight his mind was foggy, he could hear himself screaming but he didn’t understand the words that tumbled from his own mouth… don’t….please….stop…

Steven dragged the knife along Darren’s inner thighs, making more cuts…more blood….the sheets stained deep crimson, soaking wet beneath him as he writhed helplessly, screams turning into broken sobs, the blood continuing to flow, the immense pain of the knife had dulled to a stinging ache, until Darren could barely feel it any more. He was cold…so cold…and tired...Stevens’s maniacal laughter echoing in his mind, his world going dark.

In a brief moment of panic he realized he was dying, the world seemed far away already, he felt as if he was underwater, sobs turning into sputtering coughs. He didn’t even feel it when Steven’s hands wrapped around is throat one last time, his eyes slipping shut.

“Goodnight…Sweet Angel…”

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