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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
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~*~hopefully this chapter will clear up why davey and roxy don't know what each other are. again, thanks to zacky and vindictivediva. this is pretty much your story since you're the only ones who seem to enjoy it.~*~

Vampires are not by nature a social bunch. Often they do form small closely knit groups, almost familial units consisting of a Master and his protégés, maybe their own offspring as well for a time. Usually this lasts a few hundred years at most as the “children” crave their own independence, as all children eventually do. There was no network of vampires, no covens and no meeting places for annual get togethers so they could all be appraised on what was going on in the supernatural community. It was a strength in that there was never a place for them to all be at once, or a central leader to destroy and throw their social structure into chaos, but a weakness in how very disorganized the vampire species was.
Davey’s organization had had this distinct advantage over them. There were easily more vampires than there were hunters, but the hunters had a network that shared information and had a rigid hierarchy so that no one questioned orders and there was never any vying for power as there would have been if vampires had the same social construct. There were no internal wars to distract them from the ultimate goal of destroying all the vampires in the world.
Any good vampire Master warned his children of the hunters, telling them not to attract attention if they expected to live past a hundred.
And just as there are good human parents and bad ones, there are good Masters and bad ones as well.
Jean Claude had been an abusive parent, but he never shorted Roxy on knowledge or skills.
Frank’s master had been a bad parent as well, but instead of abusive, he’d been indifferent.
“He never told me anything. I ran around most of the country for a while until I learned to control my feeding so I left them alive more often than not. I had to learn on my own how to forge a new identity and keep my money, as little as I had anyway.” Frank snorted.
Roxy and Ville were again sitting in his living room late in the night, or early in the morning, depending on how you looked at it.
They had waited until Davey and Jade had fallen asleep to sneak out of the house to feed, but Roxy had felt a strange maternal pull to Frank, so they had dropped by to see how he was doing.
Ville gaped at him. He’d had good human parents and his vampire “mother” was a good one as well. He couldn’t see how you could just make something and leave it. It had been fifty years since Roxy had turned him and he was still learning things. He felt so sad for this poor boy that had his life flipped inside out and then left alone to figure it out.
“You’re not doing too bad from what I can see.” He said hesitantly.
Frank looked at him as if his fangs had fallen out, “Are you kidding? I live in a shitty one room apartment, I don’t have any friends and I’ve been muddling through this whole vampire thing for the last forty years all by myself.”
“I’m surprised the hunters haven’t already gotten you.” Roxy said, genuinely surprised one so ignorant could have managed to escape them.
“So who are they? What do they look like? Where’s their home base?” he asked.
Roxy shrugged, “They’re a vast network of nameless faceless people who hunt and kill our kind. I don’t know anything about them.”
“What about these Merchands?”
“I don’t know. It’s all I know is that they’re the head sort of people in the hunter’s organization. I’ve never seen one, just heard of them.” She tucked her feet up under her on the couch.
Ville stood off his barstool and said, “I think you should come stay with us.”
Roxy jumped up, “Are you mad? You’re forgetting we have guests and that this child could bring the hunters down on us!”
Ville stared her down, hands on his hips, “I have thought about all that, but we can’t just leave him here with such a huge threat out there.” He turned to Frank, “We have a spare room.”
Frank looked at her with such naked hope in his pleading green eyes.
Roxy sighed and gave in, knowing she probably would have made the same offer at a later, more convenient time. She felt bad for this poor kid and wanted to adopt him, “Well, get your shit together. You can probably bring it all, that room’s almost as big as your whole flat.” She was surprised when he hugged her, then vaulted the couch to hug Ville as well.
“Thank you. I’ll come by in the afternoon?” he said, already cataloguing his belongings and figuring what he was going to be taking.
“Alright.” Roxy wrote the address down and handed it to him, “But we have some people who are staying with us and you’re going to have to remember to watch what you say around them.” She turned to go, pausing at the door, “Oh, and you have to remember to call Ville Ralph.” The sound of Frank’s laughter followed them to her car.
“Ralph. Who picked that name?” Ville mumbled.
“My forger. He was only trying to find a normal, generic name.” Roxy said, pretending valiantly for a few seconds that she was not greatly amused by his alias before bursting out laughing.
“But Ralph?” he leaned back dramatically.
“Sorry honey. Next time you pick your own name and don’t leave it up to some guy who lives in his mother’s basement.” She pulled into the driveway, relieved that there were still no lights on.
The sun was starting to rise over the rooftops across the street. Ville yawned. He was tired and didn’t see how Roxy wasn’t. In all the time he’d known her, he’d never seen her sleep. He’d never even heard rumors of her sleeping.
They snuck in the house and Ville gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, “Goodnight love.” He whispered and went to bed.
Roxy went into the den and switched on the TV, watching infomercials until regular programming came back on.
Jade woke up late in the morning. He was used to waking up in strange places, and he did so slowly, taking in his surroundings. ‘Ah yes, the Jungle Suite.’ He thought to himself as he got up and went to the bathroom, pulling on a shirt and the pants he’d worn the day before.
He found Roxy in the kitchen reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, dressed already in slim blue jeans and a Toxic Narcotic shirt.
She looked up at him and smiled, “Morning. There’s coffee over there if you want it. Mugs are right above it.”
Jade smiled gratefully and poured himself a cup, “You always up this early?” he said after he felt a little more human.
She nodded to the clock on the microwave, “Its noon.”
He sat down, “Early.”
She chuckled, “Fine. Yes, I’m always up this early.” She folded her paper neatly, “Are you hungry?”
“Sure. Got any cereal?”
Roxy shook her head, “I was thinking more along the lines of pancakes or something.”
“Do you cook all the time?”
“Not if I don’t feel like it. But new people always make me feel like it.” She went to the pantry and before Jade could protest, they were eating fluffy stacks of whole wheat pancakes.
The scent drew down Ville, wearing only a pair of silky black pajama bottoms, “Pancakes? Roxy darling, I love you.” He sat down at the table and grabbed a small mountain for himself, muttering a thanks as Roxy set a cup of coffee in front of him.
The smell also brought Davey down. His pajamas seemed to consist of old sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt with the logo for The Cure’s Boys Don’t Cry.
“Morning Davey. Coffee on the counter, help yourself to the pancakes before,” Roxy stumbled again over Ville’s alias, “Ralph eats them all.”
Davey finally noticed Ville and tried to control his thoughts since he was so scantily clad, “Thank you.” He sat with them and they shared a pleasant conversation until the doorbell rang.
“Oh shit. I forgot he was coming.” Roxy said and ran to the door as the bell rang a second and third time.
Davey and Jade exchanged confused glances.
“A friend of ours is coming to stay as well.” Ville explained around a mouthful of pancake.
“Oh.” Jade said, wondering what kind of friend this guy was.
Roxy yanked open the front door, “Will you stop that?”
Frank took his finger off the button and grinned up at her, “Sorry. I was afraid you would have changed your mind. I tend to be a little annoying anyway.” He stood there in his tight jeans and black hoodie with two suitcases, one box, and a guitar next to him on the porch, “This is a nice place.” He said, looking around.
“That’s it?” she looked at his baggage incredulously.
“Turns out if you fold clothes they take up about half as much space. This is really all I needed.” He grinned.
She couldn’t help but smile at his little boy charm and stood back, “Alright, let’s get you settled and you can meet everyone.” She led him up the stairs, “You’ll be staying in the Titanic Suite.” She said and opened the door before he could ask what that meant.
“Oh awesome!” he bounded into the room, throwing down his bags and box, setting his guitar case a little more carefully against the wall, “This is too cool!” he looked out the window, “Your neighbors grow pot.”
“I know. Have you eaten yet? There’s pancakes if Ville left any.” She gestured down the hall.
“You mean Ralph right?” he winked at her, “I’m starved!”
They made their way back to the kitchen where the other men were still plowing through stacks of pancake.
“Frank, Jade Puget and Davey Havok.” Each man waved when his name was said, “Jade, Davey, this is Frank Iero.”
Frank shook both their hands, “Hi. Sorry to invade.” He sat down in Roxy’s chair and refilled her plate.
Roxy sighed and rescued her mug to pour herself more coffee. She wondered briefly what she had gotten herself into, “Frank’s staying here for a while.” She said and began washing dishes.
Jade finished his meal and went to help her, “What are you doing later?”
“How much later? I’ve got to help Frank get settled, then nothing.” She said, handing him rinsed dishes to load into the dishwasher.
“After that. I was wondering if you wanted to, you know, do something?” he finished lamely.
She beamed at him, “Sure. We could walk around The Village. It’s only right there.” She pointed out the window, directly at the sorority house.
Jade assumed she meant beyond the house next door, so he nodded, “Sounds like a plan.” They put the last dishes away, “I’m going to go take a shower.”
Roxy turned back to the table. Davey was reading the front page of the local paper, “Another murder.” He said almost to himself.
“Terrible isn’t it?” Frank said, “This used to be such a nice, safe town.”
“It’s the way of the world.” Roxy sighed, “No place stays nice for long.”
Frank finished and jumped up, rinsing his plate off, but leaving it in the sink, “So why don’t you tell me what’s up?” he and Roxy disappeared upstairs.
Ville and Davey were left alone.
Davey coughed and toyed nervously with his lip ring. He was quickly developing a problem sitting so close to the beautiful Finn, “So, what’s going on?”
Ville glanced over at him, hearing how thickly his heart was beating and smelling a light tang of sweat in the air. Oh how he wanted to leap over the table and tear off the giant shirt and ugly sweatpants, “Nothing.” He managed to sound sort of normal, “Would you like to do something? Since Roxy and Jade are going over to The Village?”
‘Yes, I would like to go up to your room and let you ravish me.’ Davey thought and blushed at the visual his mind accompanied it with. What he said was, “Sure. I mean yes. That would be nice.”
‘Shit he’s cute when he blushes.’ It occurred to Ville that he might be in trouble, “Alright. Let me get showered and changed. I’m going to use Roxy’s bathroom, so you can have the hall when Jade’s through.” ‘Unless you’d like to join me.’
“Alright!” they heard from the den as Roxy showed frank the TV and game systems, “You have a NES!!!”
Ville chuckled. He was going to like this kid Frank, “Aright, meet you here in an hour?”
Davey nodded, noticing that Ville left the room without clearing his dishes. He went to the sink and rinsed them before the syrup could congeal and put them in the dishwasher.
Ville got ready with extra care, pulling on his favorite black jeans that he knew showed off his ass and an old faded Elvis shirt. He brushed out his hair and smudged on some eyeliner, smearing his lips with some pink lip-gloss.
And hour and ten minutes went by before he met Davey in the kitchen. Davey was dressed in tight black jeans and a tight black t shirt with “Tiger Army (never die!)” emblazoned across the chest in zombie green. He had applied some black eye shadow and straightened his hair.
Ville though he looked delicious, “Ready?”
Davey nodded. He seemed to have a hard time forming sentences around this man. It was a problem he needed to rectify soon, lest Ville think he was an idiot, or worse, not attracted to him, “Yes. Roxy and Jade already left.”
Ville knew that, but couldn’t say why. He had heard them leave, even under the shower spray. They passed the den where Frank was happily shooting gangstahs on the big screen, “You going to be alright by yourself Frankie?” Ville asked.
He received and absent nod and, “Yeah, sure.” From the younger man.
Shaking his head, Ville grabbed the car keys from the table next to the door and held the front door open for Davey.
He ducked under Ville’s arm with a small bow and went to the car, “So where are we going?”
Ville unlocked the doors and climbed in, “I don’t know. I thought we’d just go for a drive.” He shrugged.
Davey got in, “I think that’s an excellent idea.”
They ended up at a small enclosed picnic area where you could watch the planes land in Cable Airport, a small private airport that catered to tiny, single engine planes.
They watched the planes coming in, laying back on one of the picnic tables, talking about their favorite places on the world.
“I can see why you would like Japan. You’d be tall over there.” Ville joked, nudging him with his leg.
Davey nudged him back, “That’s not it!” he protested, “Have you seen the shopping?”
Ville chuckled, “Yes, I have.”
“So then you can see why it is my favorite city in the whole world.”
“I suppose. Mine’s always going to be Helsinki I think.”
“Why’s that?” Davey sat up, crossing his legs.
“It’s my home town. I lived there,” umm, “for a long time.”
“Oh. I can understand. As much as I love Tokyo, I think I’ll always live up in the east bay.” He pushed his hair behind his ear, “It’s different up there. I can’t pinpoint how, it just is.”
“I know what you mean. I think everywhere has its charms. Except Italy. I don’t like the Italian coast.” He shuddered, remembering the ordeal with Jean Claude as vividly as if it had happened yesterday, not decades ago.
“I don’t think I’ve been to the coast enough to make a judgment.”
A plane landed, blowing their hair around. Ville sat up to smooth his and found himself nose to nose with Davey on the tiny picnic table.
Ville was lost in the deep brown pools of Davey’s eyes. His breath caught in his chest and he reached a hand out to cup Davey’s cheek without being aware he did so.
Davey leaned in and kissed Ville softly, hesitantly at first until the other man responded by closing his eyes and leaning into him. They kissed for hours, or so it seemed. Ville’s hand moved up to tangle in Davey’s hair and Davey wound his arms around Ville’s neck. They shifted positions until Davey was sitting in Ville’s lap.
“Perhaps we should take this somewhere less public?” Ville’s voice was husky when they finally broke the kiss.
Davey buried his face in Ville’s neck and nodded.
The ride back to the house was silent, the tension in the air building. Davey shifted uncomfortably and whished he’d worn looser pants. Ville gripped the steering wheel so hard it was a wonder it didn’t snap off.
At last, they pulled into the driveway. Both men stepped out of the car, trying to act casual. They passed the den, where Frank was still playing video games.
Ville switched on a lamp against the growing darkness, “Have you moved at all?” they had been gone for over five hours.
Frank nodded, “Sure. Had to pee.” He said distractedly, fingers flying over the controller in his hand.
Ville shook his head and went back into the hall. He grabbed Davey’s hand and led him up the stairs.
Davey fell in love with Ville’s room. The walls were painted with a spooky graveyard mural complete with a full moon. The bed was huge and ornate and had red satin sheets. All the furniture was stained black with red cushions on the chairs and upon closer inspection, the drawer pulls on the dresser were little pewter bats.
“This room is amazing.” He said softly.
Ville grinned, “I love it. You fit in here nicely.”
Davey laughed. It was true, most of his tattoos had a Halloween theme and he had something like thirty jack-o’-lanterns on his body.
Ville walked up to Davey and put his arms around him, allowing the shorter man to make the first move. Davey rose up on his toes, pressing his lips to Ville’s. He gasped when he opened his mouth and their tongues danced.

~*~p.s. this is how this is going to work: if you want the delicious Ville/Davey smut, you have to review. the story functions fine with out it, so i'm not really going to pu it in. oh and next chapter is going to introduce the bad guy, and you'll never guess who it is *mwahahahaha!*~*~md
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