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Won't You Die Tonight For Love?	By : BVB.HIMisMIW Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know anyone from HIM, Jukka, or Jarppi, or own Viva La Bam and/or make any money off this FANFICTION. It's a complete work of FICTION. IT'S NOT REAL.

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•Ville's Point of View•
I don't think anyone noticed the singer crying while she was singing Scared to Death. But I did. I couldn't help but wonder what could've caused such a reaction like that to a song. I didn't have time to ponder this as Bam grabbed everyone and dragged the backstage. He flashed a badge and the man that was guarding the entrance had let us all passed. Is that really how it is at live events?
We were all led into a large room covered with different band posters, graffiti, photos, and other artistic things. There were two large leather couches, and other random places to sit upon. Also there were five different guitars, one acoustic guitar, two keyboards, three bass guitars, and a single drum set. I took a seat next to Raab on one of the couches.
"The girls will be with you soon…" a man stated before leaving. I just sat there silently and relaxed.
"I don't know what the bloody hell you are talking about Jay. All you Americans are the same anymore…" we heard as the doors were pushed open. "Really, is that all you yanks can think of?"
"We think of more than just hard core gang-bangs! We also think of orgies, three-sums, lesbians, and gays. Not to mention BDSM and MILFs." A girl with dirty blond hair cut in a bob and gray eyes stated while grinning. The woman from before was her. The singer. She had seemed to not notice us all sitting around the room as she walked over and picked up the acoustic guitar. "And speaking of which, what about you Europeans?"
"What about us?" four of the five women chimed. The shortest of them had sun blonde hair and baby blue eyes, the tallest had bright red hair and blue-green eyes with freckles speckling her skin, the second shortest had auburn hair and reddish-brown eyes. Then there was her, tan skin, bloody orbs that shined brightly, white wavy hair and a lovely hourglass figure. She had taken a seat on a wooden chair and started practicing with her guitar.
"What do you all do for fun?" the dirty blonde hinted suggestively.
"Work in my Mummy's sex shop in Moscow." Smirked the devilish white haired woman.
"Get plastered in some pub somewhere in Dublin." Stated the sun blonde with a shrug.
"Go to some club and dance the night away!" the auburn laughed while leaning against the wall. "Unlike some I don't need a man to make me happy."
The dirty blonde woman stared hard at the bright red haired woman. She blinked a few times. "What?" she asked, looking confused. The white haired woman chuckled from her spot as she continued to play her guitar.
"Sevens gets off watching re-runs of The Dudesons. In case you bloody sods all forgot she was watching them this morning and jumped into my shower only to hump my side and leave. One of these days I'm just going to put her in a box and ship her off to Jukka Hilden." She stopped playing and placed her guitar off to the side on its stand. "Would that finally stop you from jumping into my shower, Sevens?"
The woman, Sevens, shook her head while smiling impishly. She then took a seat on the white haired young woman's lap and wrapped her arms around the others neck. "Nope! I just enjoy seeing you all wet and naked too much to stop now!"
The red eyed woman scuffed. "That's just cos I look like a man half the bloody time." Bam and the crew all bit down on their hands to keep from laughing. I just shook my head at their childishness.
•Ana's Point of View•
Sevens shifted slightly on my lap and rested her head against my chest. "That's not true, you're better looking than 99.9 percent of all the men in the whole world~" I laughed.
"What about your Jukka?" I teased while poking her in the side. She jumped in my lap.
"Come now, Ana. Must you tease sweet Sevens with your lesbian charm?" poked Jay.
I opened my arms towards her. "Now don't be jealous Jay, there's plenty of room for you on my lap too!" Jay quickly sat down and also wrapped her arms around me. We all laughed. Cary and Amy hugged each other tightly, looking at us three with wide eyes.
"We shall not be tempted to join your harem!" they shouted while pointing at me. I blinked a few times.
"No one is holding a gun to your head and forcing you to be a part of my lovely harem…" I smiled at them. Cary blushed brightly and looked away while Amy bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Who needs you two sods when I have nine-hundred more women willing to be a part of Ana's Harem." I sighed dramatically while running my hands over Jay and Sevens' thighs. "But just think of all those orgies we could've had…"
Both women ran over and jumped on to mine, Sevens, and Jay's lap. "Fine! We give in to the lesbian charm that is Ana!" we all broke out laughing, causing Amy and Jay to fall off and onto the floor. I pulled out my pack of Marlboros and placed one between my lips before lighting it. Taking a drag I pulled the cigarette away and slowly blew out the smoke. I placed it back and kept it there. Amy handed me the ashtray and I balanced it on my thigh. It was something about smoking that dragged me in and relaxed me.
I leaned back in my chair and looked up at the ceiling. A poster of Ville Valo was looking down at me. He was my muse, my inspiration, my idol. Yet I deny all that and the fact what have similar backgrounds. He was a true person with a bleeding, but romantic, soul that begged to be understood. If it wasn't for seeing what drugs do to people at a young age I'd probably would've done them like he did too. Only real problem I had was with alcohol, and not any type of alcohol, but the hard stuff. Mainly wine and whisky.
After almost dying from alcohol poisoning and going through a very nasty divorce, I had finally given in and went to rehab. I was there for about five or so years before everyone, including myself, deemed me clean. Since then I've never touched a drop of wine or whisky. And I'm proud of myself.
•Sevens' Point of View•
Ana had her elbows rested on the back of her chair as she stared unblinkingly up at the poster above her head. I looked down at the floor before looking back up. I knew she hadn't noticed the other people in the room that were dying to burst out laughing. While in this stage of deep thought I highly doubt Ana would even hear them.
I got off of our frontwoman's lap and took a seat in the empty spot next to Raab Himself. "Enjoying your self's boys?" I asked while throwing my arm across the back of the couch. Jay was perched on the armrest of Dico's chair, Cary was over by her drums, and Amy was spread out across the floor. I kicked my feet up and rested them on her bum.
They all looked over at Ana as she blinked once before going back to her staring contest with the poster. Taking a slow drag of her cigarette she pulled it away from her red lips and flicked the ashes onto the tray she had on her thigh. "She's in one of those moods again, isn't she?" Amy mumbled as she laid face first on the floor.
"She always is when she's in deep thought!" snapped Jay. How easily angered she was when someone made a rude comment about Ana. It's not surprising, to say the least. Jay was the youngest of us all at twenty-five, and had looked up to the tan albino woman since we began. Ana was pretty much everything that Jay wanted, and hoped, to one day be. Even in her most darkest moments the Russian woman was able to smile and cheer everyone up, she's able to be herself around anyone and everyone, she's strong willed, kind hearted, friendly, caring, selfless, understanding, non judgmental, laid back, easy going, and all around good person.
Amy lifted her head off the floor and glared at Jay. She was getting ready to open her mouth, but before she could I kicked her in the thigh. She snapped her head around and looked at me. "Don't start Amy." I warned her. I was the second oldest after Ana, at the age of thirty. Cary was twenty-eight, and Amy was twenty-nine. Ana was the oldest at the age of thirty-three. Her friend, Jen, was also thirty-three. Amy huffed and laid her head back against the floor. I looked over to see that our Russian friend was still in her own world looking at the ceiling.
"Why's she like that, anyways?" asked the pro-skater, Bam Margera.
Cary and Jay looked over at me, as if ordering me to tell them. "Ana gets like that when something starts to trouble her. It's mostly stuff from before we all met," I stated, waving him off. I really didn't feel like talking about it. And it wasn't my life to tell, it was Ana's. Mr. Margera frowned and looked like he wanted to argue. "Unlike some, we do like to have our own personal life. Sure, we're all friends, but it's not like we know every last little thing about each other." I snapped before he could get a word in edge wise.
He retreated and sat away from me. I was not a woman you'd want to cross when angry.
"Bam, that was very rude or you. If you like to get to know someone you ask that person directly, not behind their back." A deep, heavy accented, voice scolded from somewhere towards my right. I leaned forward and looked across Raab to see the Finnish rocker, and frontman of HIM, Ville Valo. Looking back and forth between him and Ana I could see that they were almost sitting the exact same way. I pushed my red bangs behind my ears as I smiled slightly.
"On ilo tutustua, herra Valo." (It's nice to meet you, Mr. Valo)
"Puhutko sinäkin suomea?" (Oh, you speak Finnish?) (NOTE from MiinaTheNinja: I actually wrote "Do you speak Finnish, too", because it sounds just better )
"Kyllä olen suomalainen äitini puolelta." (I am part Finnish on my mother's side)
"Mistä osasta Suomea äitisi on kotoisin?" (What part of Finland is she from?)
"Minulla ei ole aavistustakaan. Tiedän vain, hän ei tule Helsingistä." (I have no idea. I just know she's not from Helsinki.)
"No, se on mukava puhua jollekulle, joka puhuu myös suomea" (Well it's nice talking to someone that can speak Finnish.)
"Can we get translations over here?" shouted Bam. I looked over at him to see him pulling at his hair.
"Onko hän aina tuollainen?" (Is he always like that?)
"Valitettavasti." (Sadly.)
I chuckled and leaned back into my seat. "That's mean, Mr. Valo… but oh so funny!" I chuckled even more. Ville bit his bottom lip as he laughed as well. I jumped slightly when something hit my head and bounced off. It was a ball of paper. Looking around I noticed Ana looking right at me. She cocked an eyebrow. "Back to planet Earth now, Ana?" I asked, poking fun at her.
"Nyea ya vernulsya domoĭ na Planete Rossii!" (Nope I'm back home on Planet Russia!) she smiled widely at me. "Kto ty chertov glaz teperʹ, Semerki?" (Who are you eye fucking now, Sevens?) she asked, eyeing me.
"I have no fucking clue what you just said. Can you speak English at the very least?"
"I said 'Nope I'm back home on Planet Russia!', and then I asked 'Who are you eye fucking now, Sevens?'"
"Your male double." I stated, moving to sit in Raab's lap so I could hug Ville Valo tightly to my chest. Raab looked at me with wide eyes before grinning and looking at everyone else.
"Male… double? Last time I checked my parents didn't have any more children and I was an only child… no twins to speak of." I knew she was being a smartass as she leaned back into her chair.
"Oh? Is that what you girls classify me as?" Ville asked while leaning back in my arms.
"No. Ana classifies you as her nightly wet dreams…" Amy mumbled. This earned her a sharp kick to the side. Jay started to giggle as Cary rolled her eyes. Amy rolled away and groaned, holding her side.
"You have now been, literally, kicked out of my harem." Ana's voice dropped a few octaves as she crossed her arms under her large bosom. If it wasn't for the fact that it was Ana I would've sworn Ville was talking.
"How'd you do that?" asked Raab, looking around my torso to stare at the tan albino.
Ana blinked a few times. "Do what?" her voice was back to normal. She blinked a few more times before a grin slowly spread across her wine stained lips. "You mean this?" her voice dropped again as she reclined back into her seat. "I took acting as a side for my music. A woman whom can sing in a baritone? Completely unheard of until now. I think it adds to my charm…" Ana joked as she rubbed her chin wile smiling smugly. "But it gets old after a while…" she deadpanned. "Anymore it's used when I'm tired, annoyed, angered, or just plain bored. One of the few reasons I even have a harem."
"Have you ever prank called anyone while doing it?" asked Bam, smiling widely. The only Russian blinked a few times as she thought about it.
"Hm… I used it on my Mum, whom later yelled at me, I used it on my friend Jen, who screamed at me calling me mean and everything and asking why I can't sound like you instead…" she made a face at Bam. "Like I wanna sound like some American jackass that's at least a year younger than me." Joked Ana. Bam's face was priceless. "Just pulling your leg, chap." She got up and sat in his lap and wrapped an arm loosely around his neck. "I love you Americans."
The pro-skater smiled widely as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Here that Don Vito, I'm loved!" he rested his head against her bosom. The overweight man started sputtering and throwing a fit.
"Jay, you should come join us!" Ana held her other arm out and waited for the American woman to take her place with the Russian on Bam's lap. "Now we're a part of the first ever Bam Margera Harem!" both Jay and Ana kissed either of the skaters cheek.
"How is it that he can have his own harem, and he's not even a rock star?" pouted Ville. But I could tell he was joking. Cary had long since joined Jay and Ana on Bam's lap.
I hugged Ville tighter to my chest. "Oh, don't worry Ville! I'll be a part of your harem! But if Jukka ever asks me then you're down a woman!" I joked.
The slender Finn sighed dramatically as his arms tighten around my waist. "That's good to know. At least I'll have one beautiful girl." He sighed but his smile betrayed his little joke. "But sadly my female double doesn't want to be a part of it…" he sighed.
"You just want our Ana to sit on your lap~" Cary crooned suggestively.
"Yea, your right." Was all he said. It was hard to tell if he was being serious or not.
"Do you really want me on your lap?" asked Ana as she crocked her white eyebrow. Ville nodded while smiling brightly. I moved out of his lap and back on Raab's, who had slid over. Cary and Jay moved so she could get up. Amy rolled away from Ana once she got closer, probably a little sore still from the kick. Amy just got up and took a seat on Glomb's lap. "How many harems are you going to be in, Sevens?" asked Ana as she placed a knee on the leather couch. I shrugged my shoulders as she straddled Ville's thighs.
I smirked at her. "Having fun?" I teased. Ana's white leather trousers contrasted greatly with the brown of the couch and black of Ville's own leather trousers. Ana was placed just right over his groin to be counted as a sex position. She smiled.
"Oh yeah, loads of fun. I've always wanted to have a live sex show in front of complete strangers and friends…" she teased while making herself comfortable.
The rest of our group gave each other knowing looks. Secretly we knew Ana had a thing for the Finnish rock star.
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