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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 God…Oh God, Darren I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I never would have left you if I’d known…Oh God…It’s my fault…I-It’s all my fault…” Daniel shook his head, the guilt over leaving Darren alone to be tormented and murdered was tearing him up inside. Darren had asked him, no, begged him to stay…and he didn't. All he could think about were his lover’s terrified screams, the way Darren cried out for him, needing him to be there to rescue him…

“DANIEL!!” Darren had screamed...but he hadn’t been there…he hadn’t fucking been there! He should have been there…he should have been home.

“I-It’s okay, Danny, it’s okay! “ Darren sniffed, realizing that Daniel needed him to be the strong one right now, trying to regain his composure as he comforted the taller man, “You couldn’t have known…” Darren held onto Daniel tightly, trying to give him strength and keep him from falling apart, “It wasn’t your fault…” Darren stepped backwards, cupping Daniel’s face in his palms, “It wasn’t you fault!” He repeated with more conviction, though Daniel didn’t seem to be listening to him….lost in his own sea of guilt.

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Time on the screen sped up once more. Daniel drove quickly to the bar, picking up his severely drunk friends. Driving Karl home first, then Lee, and finally Ben, telling him that it was definitely the last time he was doing this, making sure he got inside safely before speeding off, finally heading back home, back to Darren.

Daniel got out of the jeep, locking it as he made his way up the driveway and towards his the front door. He went to unlock it, finding the door already open, Darren had gone to bed without checking the front door and he hadn’t locked it in his rush to get to the bar. He’d have to talk to Darren about that tomorrow, he didn't like his partner to be so vulnerable wile he was gone. He loved Darren, but the man tended to be far too trusting, often much too optimistic about the natural good in people to see what they were really hiding.

Daniel stepped inside his darkened home, shutting and locking the door behind him before slipping off his shoes and padding towards the stairs. He moved slowly so as not to trip in the darkness as he made his way up the stairs, towards their bedroom. He noticed a dim light underneath their closed bedroom door. That was odd…Darren never slept with the light on…had he waited up for him?

Getting closer to the door Daniel heard distinct movement coming from the other side along with breathy moans that caused an unsettling filling to erupt in his stomach. Darren was cheating on him?! NO! Daniel cursed himself for even fathoming such an idea. Darren would never be unfaithful; it was not his nature…

“Mmmm….Oh yes!” A deep voice exclaimed, loud enough for Daniel to hear it on the other side of the door…a voice that was definitely not Darren’s…

“What the hell?!” Daniel exclaimed, bursting into the room.

Whatever Daniel had been expecting to see on the other side of that door… it was nothing compared to the actual sight that greeted his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the blood. There was so much blood; it seemed unreal…Daniel had to blink, unsure of what he was seeing.

Darren’s naked body was motionless…much whiter than usual and covered in a crimson substance that Daniel did not want to identify…his head was shoved into the blood-soaked mattress, face hidden from Daniel’s view. A man was holding Darren by his hips, his own pants around his ankles, his body pressed firmly against Darren’s prone one. The man had stopped his movements upon Daniel’s entrance who now stood frozen in disbelief, still unsure of just what he was seeing…Darren…blood….the man...blood…the man…he was hurting Darren!

A horrific scream filled the bedroom, fierce and primal, and it took Daniel a moment to realize that it was coming out of his own mouth as he launched himself at Darren’s attacker, knocking the man from his lover, sending him flying to the floor, landing on top of him, losing himself as he slammed the man’s head repeatedly into the ground, never ceasing in is screams of rage. The man tried to fight back, but he had been taken by surprise and Daniel’s fury could not be countered. In a matter of seconds the man had been knocked unconscious.

Daniel quickly got back up after that, his adrenaline was pumping, his heart pounding in his head, his mind racing….Darren! He raced back to the bed where Darren’s prone body lay still, kneeling down on the bed next to his lover, pausing for a moment, not sure of what to do. He was afraid to touch Darren; he did not want to injure the man further.

“D-Dazza?” Daniel’s voice trembled as he gently lifted Darren’s body into his arms, cradling his lover tenderly; frightened by how cold and motionless the pale beauty seemed to be, “W-wake up!” He turned Darren over in his arms, nearly vomiting at the sight of Darren’s chest…covered in deep gashes, stained in blood, his face ashen, lips parted and pale, eyes closed…

“Dazza…baby, please…” Daniels voice was so small and broken, realization dawning on him, “Come on…wake up!” His voice was choked with emotion as he shook Darren’s lifeless body in frustration. His hands trembled as he brushed Darren’s long dark hair out of his face, hugging him to his chest, rocking back and forth futilely, Darren’s blood staining his clothes.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” Daniel murmured quickly, willing the horrible truth to go away. There was no pulse…no breath escaped Darren’s lips…he had been gone little more than an hour…an hour and a half at most…how could Darren…his Darren…be…

A low groan coming from the floor reminded Daniel of the stranger’s presence in his house. A quivering rage built up inside him at the thought of what this man had done to Darren, He screamed in anguish, tackling the groggy man back to the floor, raining punches down upon his face and torso, throttling him, wanting him to pay for what he had done.

Steven groaned, laughing weakly through the pain, managing to flip the angel’s oaf of a lover off of him, rolling over so that he was on top, annoyed by the blonde’s intrusion, punching Daniel hard in the jaw.

Daniel was stronger than his lanky appearance gave him credit for, however, and in the struggle he managed to kick Steven soundly in the balls before throwing him backwards and pouncing, literally attempting to beat the man to death in his rage. Steven tried to defend himself but Daniel was far beyond anyone’s control at that point, tears pouring down his face as he laid into the man in front of him.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!! YOU FUCKING MURDERER!!” Daniel cried, beside himself with grief.

Steven gurgled in reply; his face was a mess of blood as Daniel repeatedly banged his head against the wall until Steven was once again unconscious, but still breathing. Daniel grabbed him then, his heart pounding in fury as he took his wrath out on his lover’s murderer. In one swift motion Daniel snapped the man’s neck, the adrenaline pumping through his veins making it as easy as if he had snapped a twig, letting the man’s now-lifeless body drop to the floor in a heap.

Daniel was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling dramatically as his pulse began to lessen. For the first time Daniel was aware of the tears that were pouring down his flushed cheeks.

“Oh God….Oh God…” His voice trembled in fear… anger…. guilt… disbelief… this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be happening. “No….no…” he whimpered, his anger dissipating into the empty ache of loss.

Darren was gone. His body was lackluster, his eyes dull…no longer shining, sparkling…no longer able to light up the room… just a dead body, cold and stiff.

Daniel collapsed on the bed, taking Darren’s body into his arms, hugging him, trying to warm his frigid body, to comfort him, to bring him back to life…

After an eternity, Daniel forced himself to move, trudging towards the closet. What he needed was on the top shelf, in an old lunchbox. He pulled the antiquated metal container down, cradling it to his chest for a moment, remembering Darren’s nagging voice when he had first put the lunch box away in the closet.

“Daniel! Why do you have that thing?! No! I don’t like it one bit. Somebody’s going to get hurt….fine…fine…you can keep it if it’s that important to you…but put it away somewhere, I don’t want that thing going off accidentally!”

Daniel smiled wistfully at that thought, opening the lunchbox slowly…the shiny metal of the hand-gun glinted in the dim light of the bedroom. He didn’t want to live anymore…not without Darren…He’d…he’d see him soon…he had to believe that…he had to. He moved back into the main part of the bedroom, back towards the bed…back to Darren. He took several deep breaths, placing the barrel of the gun firmly to his temple, his hand trembling as he readied the gun. Daniel closed his eyes tightly.

“Darren….I love you…”

*Bang*

TBC...
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