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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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I just sat and relaxed as Sevens drove me, Ville Valo, Raab Himself, and Bam Margera to my Miami home. I had placed my sunglasses back on even though it was night. I just didn't like others looking at me oddly or the bright street lights at night. Looking out the window I watched us drive by the ocean and the white sandy beaches. We were a good ten minutes from my home. Pulling my phone out I checked the screen to see I had two new text messages. One was from my Mum back in Moscow, and the other was from my friend Jen. Jen's message said she was waiting at my house.
Quickly replying I closed my phone and went back to looking out the window. The mindless small talk just a buzz in the background. I only looked back once Sevens started poking me in the side. "What?" I asked, lifting up my glasses.
"Who's sleeping where?"
"You, me, and Jen were going to be sleeping in my room with one of the guys while the other two can choose between my guest rooms." I placed my glasses back in place as the light started brothering them. "And knowing Jen she'd want Bam sleeping with us." I could hear Bam cheering in the backseat as Raab groaned and Ville laughed. I chuckled also.
"So the Bam Margera Harem continues to grow, eh?" asked Sevens as she pulled into the private road that leads to my home. I nodded once as we came to the full stop. I got out and stood still for a few seconds before moving towards my door.
"ANA!" someone yelled before my head bounced off the hard wood of my front door. Warm liquid started rushing from my nose as I peeled my face away. A dull pounding was felt as I reached up and felt the sticky warm liquid. It was blood.
"Jen…" I hissed though the blood before turning around and slapping her hard upside the head. She yelped in surprise before looking at me.
"Oops, sorry…" she handed me a hanky before taking my keys and unlocking the house. I grunted before walking in, making sure to shove Jen into an empty plant pot as I made my way to my master bathroom. Flicking on the light I pulled the white hanky away from my face to see the damage she had done. Blood was already drying and cracking as I twitched my nose, making sure that it wasn't broken. A little trail of blood ran from my nose, but then stopped. I sighed and washed my face of any traces.
"That looked like it hurt," came a heavy accented Finnish voice. Looking out of the corner of my eye I could see Ville leaning against the door frame. "Looks like something Bam would do." I shrugged as I kept washing the blood off. "Here, let me help…" he pulled me to him and held my chin gently between his thumb and index while dabbing away the dried crimson liquid with a damp cloth. "There, good as new, except for some slight bruising. Be thankful she didn't break your nose." His breath smelled like a strange, but intoxicating, mix of cigarettes and peppermint, with a tiny hint of alcohol.
Making a tiny sound I pulled away from him and threw the damp cloth into the dirty clothes hamper. He moved out of the bathroom and allowed me to pass. I did so and walked right out and into the kitchen where I grabbed a towel and wrapped a few ice-cubes into it before placing it on the bridge of my nose. I groaned softly.
"I am so sorry Ana! I didn't mean to smash your face into the door!" yelled Jen. I just waved her off as I lay on my back on the couch with the ice still on my face. "Na samom dele, ya sozhalyeyu, Ana." (Really, I'm sorry Ana)
"YA znayu, no ty mozheshʹ zatknutʹsya syeĭchas Dzhen?" (I know, but can you shut up now Jen?)
"Prosti menya?" (Forgive me?)
"Tolʹko yesli vy gotovite obed segodnya vecherom." (Only if you cook dinner tonight.)
"Horosho." (Okay.)
"Get to it then…" I groaned, curling into a ball. My skull was pounding hard. "I want pork loins and that cheesy broccoli stuff… [1]" I ordered.
"Do you even have any thawed out?" asked Jen.
"She does. Ana always leaves some meat to thaw out when we all leave seeing as she's normally cooking after all the gigs for us." Sevens chirped in. "It's a huge pack, enough for all of us to have thirds." My stomach started to growl loudly.
"Shut your traps and start cooking!" I barked, shooting up, only to groan and flopped back down.
"Bossy much?" snickered Bam as he took a seat by my feet. Without thinking I kicked him in his hip. "Ow! What the fuck was that for?"
"Unless you want to be sleeping outside tonight I suggest you keep your trap shut." I growled. My head was throbbing a lot worse. I sighed and started reciting lyrics over in my head.
"This might help with that headache, sweetheart," I picked the ice off my face to see HIMs frontman standing over me with a glass of water and two Advil. Slowly I sat up with his help and took the pills and glass.
"Thank you…" I muttered. Swallowing the pills I took a drink of water.
"Think nothing of it. If it was me I'm sure you would have done the same," he flashed me a smile. In return I gave him a small one. "Mind if I sit with you?" asked Ville, gesturing to the empty spot next to me. I shrugged before placing my feet back on the floor and scooting over. He sat down and took my make-shift cold compress and removed the ice from it. I looked at him quizzically. Ville just pressed one of his fingers to his lips before winking. I shrugged and looked over to the kitchen that separated from the living room by a breakfast bar. Sevens was in there with Raab helping Jen prepare supper. Turning more, as I felt something behind me, I could see Ville's arm stretched across the back of the couch with the ice-cube in his hand. Looking back over at him I saw him smirk at me before leaning down so he could whisper into my ear, "Just watch." He said. Turning back around, I watched as he slipped the ice down the back of Bam's shirt.
"HOLY SHIT! THAT'S COLD!" he yelled while jumping up. He jumped around for a bit as the ice fell to the floor. Bam hadn't noticed and stepped on it, causing him to go flying in the air and land on his back. I could only blink before sighing and kicking my feet up so they could rest on his chest. Bam looked at us as Ville started laughing and I was relaxing of the fluffy couch with my feet resting on his chest. "You!" Bam pointed at Ville as he stared hard at the Finnish man with wide blue eyes. "Do I look like a foot stool?" he asked, looking over at me.
"Nah, you just look like an inflatable sex toy that Jen would love to have her naughty way with." Said woman poked her head over the breakfast bar.
"What about me?" she asked, looking at us all.
"Just that Mr. Bam Margera, here, looks like an inflatable sex toy that you'd have your naughty way with…" I stated while taking an ice-cube off of Ville's lap and placing it against the bridge of my nose to reduce any swelling. Then I heard crashing. "By the way, tell Sevens and Raab to clean up any mess they make or they both can sleep outside the whole night."
"I DON'T WANNA SLEEP OUTSIDE!" shouted a crying Sevens.
"Then clean up the mess you just made in my kitchen or get the bloody hell out."
"Would you really throw us out?" asked Raab with wide doe like eyes.
"Yes."
"She's not lying. She did it to me back in Moscow during the middle of winter when I snapped one of the strings of her lap harp that she had." Jen stated.
"I still have that lap harp too, Jen." I gave her a crazed grin. "Meaning you owe me a brand new set of strings for it!" I heard her groan as she hit her head against the counter. "You break it, you either pay to fix it or buy it. And that harp cost more that you could ever make."
"How much did it cost, if you don't mind me asking dear." Asked the handsome Finnish singer that sat next to me.
"A good couple million. It's really old and has been passed down in my Mum's family for generations. It was the only thing I was able to keep after that bastard of an ex-husband stole things that he wasn't supposed to." I glowered. Once I find that good for nothing I'm going to sue him.
"Sounds like a story, love."
"There is."
"You gonna tell us or leave us hanging?" asked Bam. I pulled out my pack of Marlboros and lit one. Taking a long drag I sorted through my thoughts.
"Oh, why the hell not." I shrugged. Taking another drag I exhaled through my nose, allowing the smoke to spiral up. "His name's Simon, I went out with him while in school," Jen made a face from in the kitchen. "Ah, you remember Simon, then?" I asked.
"I hated that man with every fiber of my body." She growled.
"Ah, then you're going to like this!" I laughed. "Anyways, Simon asked me to marry him once we were old enough, and I said sure. So we both got married once we were both twenty-one… Everything was okay for the most part, I'd work on my music while working part time as a waitress while he worked full time. But then he got me into smoking weed and shit, saying it was better for me. Add that up to me drinking myself stupid most of the time equals you being something that you weren't while in the womb. Back then I had a serious drinking problem, and it was always wine or whisky."
Bam looked at me when I said whisky. "No one could ever tell when you were completely fucked up, could they?" asked Jen. I nodded. "That's right; you acted the same even when drunk…" I took a long drag of my cigarette.
"Yeah. Wine and whisky were my poison of choice… didn't help that I wanted children while he didn't and going through a lot of shit at work and doing what I love. I was just so stressed. Then there were times where he wouldn't come home for days on end and never told me. So I'd go out a go drinking by myself. And when I got home after drinking at a bar I'd drink some more. One day I just couldn't stop drinking… it appeared that I gave myself alcohol poisoning and would've died if Simon didn't come home to find me on the kitchen floor…" I pulled my knees up to my chest as I fought back the tears.
Strong arms were wrapped around my shoulders. "You don't have to tell us anymore if you don't want to, sweetheart…" Ville said softly while running his fingers through my hair that wasn't hidden by my beanie. I just leaned against him.
"I don't know how long I was out for, but it must've been a couple days cos when I woke up Simon was standing there with the divorce papers. I asked him what they wore for, and that bastard told me he never truly liked me, always thought I was freaky, that he's been cheating on me since before we got married, that he hated that I talked more about my other friends than about him, and that I loved my music more than him… I was just so angry! I was tempted to shred the papers but instead signed them, not even thinking of having a lawyer make sure he didn't take anything of mine that we had agreed to when we first got married and ever split up. He quickly left with a smug grin just as the doctor came in. The doctor said that the weed they found boosted my chance of alcohol poisoning, but didn't really tell me how.
"I was then released from the hospital a week later. I decided to check on my things; only to find out he stole every last bit that we agreed he wouldn't take if we got a divorce! I told the police everything, but after a few days they told me that there was nothing for them to do seeing as he was no longer in the country! I couldn't put up with it anymore, so I packed all my things that I had left and sent them to my Mum and Dad before getting a ticket to Moscow. Once I got back to Russia I went to rehab and was there for roughly five years. I told them when I went that I wasn't going to leave until I was one hundred percent sure I would be clean of my nasty obsession. And they were so nice about it too. During my time there I met this girl who was my roommate and we started going out.
"We dated while in rehab and six months after we both got out. But one night she just packed all of her things and left without a word. And I haven't seen her since. That's when I decided to pack my shit again and started traveling. I ended up getting a part time job as a model in Ireland, and went to a pub. I was still pretty upset over her leaving and that's when In Joy and Sorrow started playing. I was a crushed twenty-eight year old and just started singing along. And the rest, as they say, is history…" I finished. Ville only held me tighter against his side.
"No one should have to go through what you did, sweetheart…" he crooned as he rested his cheek against the top of my head. My cigarette had long since burned out as a few tears ran down my cheeks and dripped of my chin.
How can he make me feel so safe and wanted and maybe even needed?...
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[1] I really couldn't think of anything for them to eat and I was making my own dinner at the time so I was like 'What the Hell?' and just wrote what I had for supper. Not very creative, huh? XD
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