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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
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“Alright Frank,” Roxy stood with her hands on her hips, “What do you know about the killer?”
He shrugged, “Nothing. I don’t really care either.”
“What?” Ville was shocked.
Frankie shrugged again, “It doesn’t affect me. I don’t kill people, so it’s not going to come down on me.”
Roxy shook her head, “Stupid younglings.” She muttered, “It’s going to affect all of us if he gets anymore people. Hasn’t your master told you?”
Frank looked around suddenly, very aware he had neighbors, “Do you think we could take this conversation inside?” he led the way to his shoe box.
It was tiny. The living room held a couch, a coffee table, the largest pile of laundry Roxy had seen since Bam died, and an entertainment center that was primarily taken up by video game systems, it was separated from the postage stamp sized kitchen by a small counter lined with barstools. The door to the bedroom was closed and the place reeked of sex with an undertone of blood.
“Now what else did my maker forget to tell me?” Frank flopped down on the couch and gestured for them to do the same.
Roxy stood by the door while Ville perched on a stool.
“The Merchands.” She said darkly, “Vampire hunting elites that don’t give a shit weather or not we kill. They think we’re all evil and have to be exterminated.”
Frank paled, “Vampire hunters?”
She nodded, “Yeah, and if we don’t find this killer soon, it’s only a matter of time before they start sniffing around, if they aren’t already here, they’re certainly on their way.” She took pity on him when he turned a light shade of green, “So we’re trying to find the rogue before they show up. Once he’s gone, they’ll stop looking and we can all go back to our normal lives.”
Frank nodded, “Alright, how can I help?”
“Stay out of the way, no more pick up lines like the one you use tonight. Next girl you try that on could be a hunter.”
“What could they do? They’re only human right?”
“Sure, but they have spent countless centuries perfecting ways to kill us, and they’re damned good at what they do.” She sagged a little, “And they are absolutely fanatical in the belief that our species has to be eradicated even at the cost of their own lives.” She went to the door, “Try and avoid them.” Ville followed her out squinting in the bright sunlight.
“Wait!” Frank called from the doorway, “What if I see one?”
“Run.” She checked her watch, “Shit. I’m going to be late.”

“She’s late.” Davey complained, leaning against the wall.
“She’ll be here.” Jade said from his perch on his luggage, fidgeting with his guitar case. He wanted to take it out and play with it, but he was afraid the cops would run him off for pan handling.
An unremarkable blue sedan screeched up and a girl tumbled out just as Jade’s cell phone rang.
He grinned up at Davey, “See?” he answered the phone, “You have a very boring car.”
She grinned at him and shut her phone without saying anything and ran up to him, throwing her arms around him just as he got to his feet, “Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late!”
Jade hugged her back, “its okay. I knew you’d be here.” He glanced over her shoulder at the lanky man who unfolded from the passenger seat and pulled away, “Roxy, this is Davey.” He introduced his best friend.
She shook his hand, “Hi. Nice to meet you.” She turned as Ville walked up, “Ralph,” she snickered mentally, “This is Jade and his friend Davey.”
“Nice to finally meet you.” Ville shook Jade’s hand, liking the look of him. He was tall and lanky, had a few tattoos, a weird hairstyle that was short and dark on the sides, but long and blond on the top with tiny sideburns and warm brown eyes, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Jade smiled, “Same here.”
Ville turned to Davey to shake his hand as well and promptly forgot how to breathe. The man was short and muscular. Two full sleeves of tattoos ran out from under his tight white t-shirt that gave a vague impression of more tattoos on his chest with tight black pants. His hair was cut so he had a long sweep of blond streaked hair falling down the side of his face and a lip ring. But it was his eyes, a soft, deep brown ringed in black eye shadow that made Ville’s heart thump.
Davey swallowed dryly. Roxy’s friend was gorgeous in person. Pictures did not do him justice.
Roxy nudged Ville and it broke him out of his trance, “Hello.” He shook Davey’s hand, marveling at the strength in it.
“Hi.” He never wanted to let go of that wonderfully large, smooth hand again.
“So how about we get the hell out of here before they tow my car?” Roxy said brightly.
Jade picked up his luggage, “Sounds like a very good idea.”
Ville bent and picked up Davey’s bags, heading for the car. He had no idea what to say to the beautiful creature he’d just met. Roxy had told him that this Davey was gay, so at least there was one problem out of the way, but how was he supposed to strike up a conversation?
Davey mumbled his thanks and trialed after the three, eyeing Ville’s ass appreciatively.
According to shotgun hierarchy, Jade sat in front with Roxy and Ville sat in the back with Davey, both men careful not to touch in any way.
“I don’t like the backseat of this car. It reminds me of being arrested.” Ville said, looking around the interior.
“That would make sense, since most cop cars are Crown Vics.” Roxy whipped the cat back into traffic.
Davey griped the shit handle in the back, “Good God Jade, she drives like you.” He blanched as they cut in between a panel van and an SUV to get around a slow moving Rabbit.
Jade laughed, “Davey thinks that everyone should be a safe, courteous driver who never takes the right of way and just slow down when some one cuts him off.”
“Yeah, that’s what the law says too.” He muttered.
Ville, used to Roxy’s rather insane driving practices, sat back with a façade of calm as he tried not to look too long at Davey’s long, muscular thigh, resting so near his own.
“What do you guys feel like doing first? Did you want to go and like party or something, or stay in and I’ll cook?” Roxy said as she nonchalantly wove in and out of the lanes of the 10 freeway, oblivious to the uncomfortable bumping caused by its severe disrepair.
“Stay in.” Davey and Jade said as one.
Roxy laughed, “Alright. I went shopping yesterday so we can go straight home.”
Home for Roxy and Ville was a two story Victorian house that had five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room with comfortably worn antique furniture, a den where the shrine to technology resided, including two computers, a giant TV and every video game system ever invented, a giant kitchen full of all Roxy’s gadgetry from late night television, and a screened in wraparound porch with a swing and pink flamingoes in the lawn. It was in the old college part of Upland, and their neighbors were a sorority and some aging hippies, so no one commented on anything strange that happened at their house. They fit right in.
“Wow.” Davey whispered as he stared up at one of the support columns, “This is a great place.”
Roxy grinned back at him as she unlocked the door, “Thanks. We like it.” She stepped in and swept out her arm, “Welcome to our home.”
Jade hefted his guitar case over his shoulder and stepped inside, marveling at the décor that seemed part Antiques Road Show, part Gothic bordello, part college dorm, and part like a futuristic space station from what he could see of the den.
He whistled, “I think your interior decorator was a bit schizophrenic.”
She pointed at Ville, “That’s all his fault. If he had his way the whole place would be done in black and reds and heavy oppressive fabrics.”
Ville stuck his tongue out, “And if you had had your way, we would be living in a perfect replica of my grandmother’s house.”
“Whatever.” She turned back to Jade and Davey, “Come on. I’ll show you the guest rooms.”
They followed her upstairs and she opened the first door on the left, “I don’t really know who wants to stay where.” She shrugged and pushed the door open so they could see inside.
It was a big room with windows facing the street and the house next door as well as a large one that opened onto the balcony. It had a big four poster mahogany bed and was decorated in an old forties theme with pinup girl posters on the walls, a big coat rack that had a bowler and overcoat hanging from it. It even had vertical blinds on all the windows.
“I’ll take it.” Davey shrugged and walked in, setting his suitcase down, figuring it’s proximity to the staircase would make it easy for him to come and go.
Roxy led the way farther down the hall, “That’s Ville’s room.” She gestured to the room next door. Ville had chosen that room because it also opened onto the balcony, “Bathroom.” She pointed at the door across from Davey’s, “The two next to it are empty and the one at the end is mine.”
“I don’t mind staying in this one.” Jade went through the door of the one next to the bathroom.
This room had a jungle theme that Roxy had thrown together one night when she was bored. It was all greens and browns. Vines painted on the walls, green curtains hanging off the canopied bed, the bed itself was a light wood with brown and green bedding, the other furniture was wicker.
Jade laughed, “Nice!” he went over to the window and peered through the green gauze curtains where he could see the next door neighbors sitting on the roof watering their pot plants. He looked back at Roxy, “Your neighbors have a rather impressive pot farm up there.”
She shrugged, “They haven’t been raided yet.”
He chuckled again and set his suitcase on the floor, “What’s the other room look like?”
She grinned and led him to the door, “Like this.”
It was nautical themed. The walls were blue and white vertical striped with a ships helm on the wall and the windows were dressed to look like portholes. An anchor sat on the floor, the bed looked like a life boat and one of them had painted “HMS Titanic” on the side of it.
Jade laughed again, “This is awesome. You should run a bed and breakfast. People could have their choice of the Perry Mason, Amazon or Titanic suites.”
Roxy grinned. She’d had a lot of fun decorating the rooms of the house when they first moved in. Ville even let her do his room in a creepy graveyard motif.
Her own room was pretty boring compared to the other ones. She wasn’t in it enough to care.
Davey went out onto the balcony and sat in one of the plastic chairs clustered under the overhang from the roof, lacing his fingers behind his head and relaxing for the first time in months. He was here to do a job, but the tour was finally over and he was going to steal ten minutes where nobody expected him to do or be anything. He closed his eyes and let the breeze blow across his face.
He heard the other glass door slide open and looked up as Ville came out, lighting a cigarette.
“Oh, hello.” Ville paused with the lighter halfway to his face, “Do you mind?”
Davey shook his head and closed his eyes again so he wouldn’t have to look at the gorgeous man, “It’s your house Ralph.” He said, managing to get those words around the, ‘Come here and take your pants off.’ that was bubbling in his throat.
Ville finished lighting up and sat down on the other side of the balcony, admiring Davey since the other man had his eyes closed. He really was beautiful, “Nice ink.” He commented.
Davey opened an eye and admired Ville’s tattoos for a second, “Thank you. I like yours too.” They were so very different, black and grey where his own were a riot of color.
Ville blushed a little, covering it by exhaling a stream of smoke, “Thanks.”
“Who’s your artist?”
How to explain that they had been done by a woman who was now close to ninety? He cleared his throat, “A woman who used to work out near my hometown.” He lied.
“Used to?”
“She’s, um, retired.” He said.
Davey shut his eyes again, “She does beautiful work.”
Ville changed the subject, “So how do you like the band life?”
Davey shrugged, his rippling muscles making his shirt appear painted on, “It good. I get to see the world and get paid for doing something I love.”
Ville nodded. He missed it sometimes.
Roxy was in the kitchen making a salad for lunch. She’d already made muffins and bread and a salad was the only thing she could think to make. She was nervous as hell and needed something to occupy her hands. Jade made her happy and nervous and if she wasn’t completely mistaken Davey and Ville were going to start humping soon. Gods she hoped she wasn’t in the house for that. Then there was still the problem of the killer vampire. She was going to have to do something fast, before the hunters showed up. If they weren’t already in town.
In the den someone turned her stereo on and Guttermouth began screaming through the house.
Roxy grinned and counted to five.
“God damn it Roxy! Will you turn that punk shit down?” Ville hollered from the top of the stairs.
“I didn’t put it on!” she called back up and went into the room so she could see who had.
Jade was standing in front of the stereo, trying to locate the volume button. He looked up sheepishly when Roxy picked up a remote and turned the volume to a sane level of decibels, “Sorry.”
She smiled at him, “It wouldn’t bother me, but V-Ralph isn’t fond of punk.” Oops, almost let that slip.
“Yeah, Davey’s not really into it either anymore. You know Guttermouth was on the band’s first label? They’re a good band.” Jade followed her into the kitchen.
“I like them.” Roxy was moving into a punk phase. It was reflected in her CDs, but also in the fact that she wore her loose peasant skirts and blouses less and less in favor of tight pegged jeans with band shirts.
“Yeah.” Jade stuffed his hands in his pockets to stop them from fidgeting and stood awkwardly.
Roxy took pity on him and asked him to set the table.
Grateful for something to do, Jade took off and set the table with unwarranted care.
Roxy was meanwhile plagued with another concern. She’d forgotten to feed last night and she was getting hungry.
Ville came down the stairs, followed by Davey. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek, “What’s cooking love?”

~*~ so there's the next chapter. a lot of backround and scene setting, but the nxt few chapters are going have a little more in the way of actual stuff going on. so as usual, i'm going to bed for your reviews.~*~md
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