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Rock of Ages, Forever	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Def Leppard. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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...Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics. Blood may not be sweet to human's, but for vampire's, it very well may be.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt60
Phil found Joe in the studio, going over the last few tracks that were going to be put on the album. Everyone had to do extra work since Sav had left, Joe did the bass parts until another could be found to replace him, which everyone was hoping that he would come back.
“Hey.” Phil greeted, as he came in.
“Hey Phil.” Joe replied quietly.
“You sound cheery today, you look tired.”
“What’s there to be cheery about and yes I am tired.”
“You’ve been this way for weeks Joe,” Phil said. “You need to get on with your life this time.”
“Easy for you to say, you don’t have to worry about what I'm dealing with.”
“Are you talking about the results of the blood test or Sav?”
“The blood test. Just because it was inconclusive doesn’t mean anything.”
“And?”
Joe looked over at him. “And what?”
“Your worried about him.”
“Why would I worry about him? He can take care of himself.”
“He’s lost without you Joe, you didn’t see him the day after…”
“He has only himself to blame for that.” Joe cut him off.
“Are you going to let something like that come between you?”
“And you wouldn’t?” Joe shot back.
“Actually I was thinking about it.”
“You’re kidding.” Joe popped his brows in surprise.
“No, I was seriously thinking about asking him to.”
“To be what he and Nick are. I can’t see you kil….” His words trailed of as the room began to spin wildly, he gripped the edge of the console to keep himself in the chair.
“What’s the matter, you don’t look good?” Phil asked.
“I don’t know, the room just started spinning and my stomach is twisted in knots.” Joe told him.
“Lean back and take some deep breaths.” Phil instructed. “Has this happened before?”
“Yeah a couple of days ago, but it wasn’t this bad.”
“You're not getting enough rest and you’re working to hard.”
“I don’t know what it is, it’ll go away shortly.” Joe said.
“Maybe you give this a rest for a while and go to bed.”
“No, we need to finish it.” Joe rubbed the dryness from his eyes. "We can't afford for me to come down with something."
“You look like you’re about to fall over, go to bed. Viv and I can do this.”
After thinking about it and realizing just how tired he felt, Joe finally gave in. “Yeah maybe your right, don’t bother me ok.” He slowly got up and went upstairs to his room.
Phil was at a loss at what to do. Joe did seem a little tried of late, but Phil thought maybe it was because he was having to do most of the work on the album and not getting enough rest. He would have to mention it Rick and Vivian and take some of the pressure off of Joe to help out a little more.
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Joe slept well into the next day and finally came downstairs to found everyone in the living room.
“Hi Joe.” Vivian said. “How do you feel?”
“Tried.” he replied half heartedly.
“You sleep fourteen hours, how can you be tried?” Rick asked.
Joe only shrugged his shoulders and slumped into the chair.
“How’s your stomach?”
As if on cue, Joe started rubbing his stomach, “It’s hurts.”
“Maybe you should try eating.” Phil told him.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Anything we can do to help?” Vivian asked.
“Yeah stop the world and let me get off.”
Phil glanced worriedly at everyone, “Are you dizzy again?”
“Yeah worse this time, to the point where I might throw up, and my head hurts. I think I might be getting the flu or something.”
“Should we call Nick?”
Joe opened his eyes and looked strangely at Vivian. “Why?”
“He might know what to do.” Phil put in.
“Sure why not.” Joe replied. “A little pissing match with him sounds fun. Then someone can drive me to a doctor.”
"OK, let me try Nick first." Phil went over to the phone and dialed Nick’s number, it rang several times with no answer. He finally hung up. “No answer, I’ll try again.”
A loud crash answered for him as Nick burst through the front door, easily finding the men gathered in the living room.
“I was just calling you.” Phil said and hung up the phone.
“Where is he?” Nick ignored Phil, as he looked around the room.
“I was calling for some questions about Joe.” Phil told him.
Nick looked over at Joe. “I’m talking about Rick.”
"I'm...right here." Rick smiled and raised his hand.
Joe didn't hide the tired smile that played across his lips, "He means Sav," he opened his eyes to find Nick staring intently at him, “And I don’t know, he left weeks ago.”
“No, he didn’t,” Nick shot back. “He’s in this house and in pain.”
“We haven’t seen him Nick, he’s not here.” Vivian told him.
“I felt him two thousand miles away and followed it here, but he’s shut me out again.” Nick voice had an urgency tone to it, that no one recognized.
“We haven't seen him.” Phil told him again.
Nick stalked over to Joe and grabbed him by his shirt and hauled him to his feet. “You can feel him, can’t you Mr. Elliott.”
“No.” Joe said flatly.
“Don’t lie to me!” Nick yelled in his face.
“Nick stop it, let him go!” Phil went to interject by grabbing Nick's arm, trying to make him release his hold on Joe, but Nick shoved him off, “Sav isn’t here.”
“Tell me!” Nick yelled again.
Joe glared at him and finally gave in. “He’s in his room.”
Nick let him go and Joe staggered backwards, falling back in the chair. Every one was dumb struck by Joe's admission. Sav had been here the whole time and Joe didn’t say anything to them.
Nick bounded up the stairs two at a time. Phil followed him upstairs and came up behind him as he hit the door with his shoulder. “It’s locked.” Nick growled, then turned the knob and busted the lock, but the door still wouldn’t open. “He’s put some thing in front of it.” Nick began to pound on the door, yelling out for Sav to open the door.
Phil frowned when he realized Nick couldn't get the door open. "Even with your strength, you can't open it?"
"I maybe a lot of things Mr. Collen, but strong I'm not. Even the hinges wont give, so he may have put a lot of nails..."
“Let’s try it together.” Phil cut him off and stood beside him. “On three.”
At the count of three, they both hit the door, it didn’t budge and they tried again, then again with their feet.
Nothing.
Nick slammed his fist into the metal plated door. “Damnit Rick, open the door.” he yelled again.
“What about the French doors on the balcony?” Phil asked him.
Nick turned to him, his eyes blazed red from his anger. Phil was not intimidated at all about seeing him that way.
“Keep trying the door.” Nick said and flew to another room.
A few minutes later Phil heard glass breaking and Nick pounding on something and bellowed with rage at not being able to get in. It grew quite and Phil thought that maybe he got in.
“Move out of the way.” Nick said from behind him a few minutes later.
Phil barely had time to move as Nick swung the axe up and buried it the door, he pulled it out and swung again. He made a hole big enough to put his arm through and gripped the chair that was holding the door shut. Pushing at the same time he almost fell when it came open. Regaining his balance, he glanced around the dark room when his eyes focused and found Sav sprawled on the bed. Nick was by his side in seconds, he picked Sav up and cradled him in his arms.
Phil came in and turned on the light so he could see. What he saw froze him in his spot. Nick slowly rocked him as the blood dripped from the multiple puncture wounds on Sav’s wrist. It had dripped down the side of the bed to soak into the carpet. Sav was slowly bleeding to death. Nick snatched Sav’s arm up, holding his wrist tightly to stop the bleeding, it seeped out from between his fingers. When that didn’t work, Nick bared his fangs and bit into the same place, just long enough to help heal them.
He looked over at Phil. “Come over here and hold his wrist.”
Nick took a knife from his pocket and made a one-inch cut on Sav’s other wrist, very little blood came out. Nick did the same to his and pressed it to Sav’s arm. Most of Nick’s blood ran down his arm and dripped from his elbow onto the bed. “He’s to weak. The vampire in him should fight for survival, but that is even weak.”
“Try to get him to swallow it.” Phil said.
“No that won’t work, it’ll just go in his lungs.”
Nick nervously looked around the room. Phil could tell he was on the verge of losing it. He ran his hand through his hair and looked down at Sav’s pale face. Nick bolted from the bed and flew out the door. Going into the living room, he wnet straight for Joe.
“I need your help Mr. Elliott?” Nick asked.
Joe opened his eyes and stared at him. “For what?”
“You have to give Sav your blood.” Nick said.
“You can’t give him yours?” Vivian asked.
Nick looked at Vivian then back at Joe, “He will not accept it.”
”And if I don’t?”
“He’ll be dead in an hour.”
Joe turned his head away and closed his eyes. “No.”
“Are you crazy Joe, he’s is going to die!” Rick said heatedly.
“He made his choice and so have I.” Joe replied.
“I don’t believe what you just said.” Vivian shot back.
Nick grabbed his shirt and dragged him to his feet. “If you don’t do this, I will finish what he started, now move!” Nick released him and shoved him toward the stairs. Joe stumbled and almost fell to the floor. Nick grabbed his arm an unceremoniously help him up the stairs. Going into the room, Nick pushed him toward the bed. Joe didn’t even look at Sav as he heavily sat on the mattress.
Pulling out a flask from his coat pocket, Nick forcefully made Joe take it, “Drink it.”
“What is it?” Joe asked.
“Drink it!” Nick yelled at him.
Joe tilted the flask to his lips and drank the liquid, he immediately spit it out in disgust. “It’s blood.”
Nick looked at him. “Water, get him some water.”
Phil went into the bathroom and returned with a glass of water and handed it to Joe, he drank every drop and wanted more.
“Give me your arm.”
Joe glared at him, but didn’t move.
“Give it to me!” Nick growled.
Joe stretched out his arm and flinched as he watched Nick draw the knife across his wrist, blood gushed forward from the cut, Nick quickly placed it on Sav’s arm.
“You’re going to kill us both Nick.” Joe grumbled as he felt a wave of dizziness swept through him.
“He’s not going to die, not if I can help it.” Nick said.
“I don’t feel any thing.” Joe said softly.
Nick looked at him and then back at their arms, the blood continued to easily flow, but it was dripping on the bed. Nick grabbed the cup that Joe still held and put it under his elbow to catch it as it dripped.
“Hold it there.” Nick told him and again he left the room, he came back in a matter of minutes carrying a straw and syringe. He sat back on the bed and pulled the sheet below Sav’s stomach. Before Phil could asked him what he was going to do, he plunged the straw directly into his stomach.
“Ug, I think I’m going to be sick.” Phil groaned and turned around.
Taking the syringe Nick sucked up some of the blood that had dripped into the cup and squirted it down the straw, the glass emptied quickly.
“More.” Nick said to Joe.
“I can’t do any more Nick, I’ll pass out.” Joe told him.
Nick grabbed his arm and quickly sank his fangs into Joe wrist. He jumped from the sudden piercing pain as Nick sucked more of his blood, withdrawing his teeth, he licked the wound free of blood.
“Hold this.” Nick instructed him.
Joe held the straw as Nick once again cut his wrist, deeper this time so the wound wouldn’t close as fast. Drawing his own blood into the syringe he squirted it down the straw. Nick had to cut himself several more times before he was satisfied that Sav had enough. He had stopped bleeding and his chest rose and fell more rapidly than before.
“Can I go now?” Joe dryly stated.
Nick glared at him. “You don’t care weather he lives or dies do you?”
Joe didn’t answer, he slowly got up from the bed to leave the room.
“He does care Nick.” Phil said from across the room.
“If he did I wouldn’t have had to do this.” Nick told him.
“What do you mean?”
“He did this because Mr. Elliott told him to get out of his life.”
“He didn’t mean that, he was angry at Sav for what he did.”
“No, I saw it in his blood. Joe does not want him here.”
It didn’t go unnoticed by Phil that Nick used his first name, something he rarely did.
“You are mistaken.”
Nick looked at him then. “I hope your right.”
Phil left them and went in search of Joe to get this straightened out. He found him in his room already asleep and decided not to wake him just yet, he would wait until he woke up again to find out if he needed to go to the hospital. Going downstairs he told Vivian and Rick what was going on and hoped that it would turn out for the better.
Nick crawled in bed with Sav and pulled him close. “Don’t you leave me Rick.” he whispered before he settled comfortably to await the long hours before Sav would wake up.
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