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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 Pt62
The first snows of the winter began to blanket the ground, the air was cold and crisp. In the distance the trees' cracked and strained under the weight of the snow on their branches, In the nearby fields, horses frolicked, enjoying their short chance of freedom from their stalls. Birds fought over the small morsels from several bird feeders around the grounds. Smoke billowed from the two chimneys of the house as fires roared in the fireplaces. Soft music filtered through out the house as Phil and Vivian played their guitars.
As the gloominess of winter set in, progress on the album slowed, only seven tracks were complete. It seemed that no one really wanted to do any work to finish the others. Nerves and tempers were short amongst everyone, it all came to a head one night. Sav had destroyed the studio, when his temper exploded and everyone ran for cover, not wanting to be in the line of fire. Nick scolded him for it, telling him he was being childish over something so small as not being able to get the song to sound prefect. It took weeks to for the repairs to be completed. Nick didn’t bat an eye at the cost of the repairs to the studio, but patients wore thin during the repairs and Nick was the only calm one of them all, having centuries of practice.
Sav watched him now, as he chopped more wood for the fireplaces. He never would have guessed that Nick would be prone to such hard labor. He could have anybody do it for him, but chose to do it himself. Having shed his shirt, his muscles rippled in the bright full moonlight as it reflected off the snow-covered ground, making it brighter across the landscape. Nick bent over and picked up another large piece of wood and placed it on the block, he caught Sav looking at him.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked him.
“Like what?” Sav replied.
“Like a hunter, hunting for prey.” Nick said as he swung the axe up.
“Maybe I am.” He said softly.
The axe merely glanced off the wood as it came down.
“You missed.” Sav chuckled.
Nick rolled his eyes and reset the log, he swung the axe and it split down the center, both piece flying off in different direction. “It’s been a long time.” Nick said as he picked up the pieces, putting them in the growing stack.
“Yes it has.”
Nick stopped and looked at him, getting a sense of how he was feeling, “You are not well enough.”
Sav tore his gaze from him and peered out over the snowy landscape, “I feel fine.”
“Maybe so, but it’s still too soon.”
“It’s been months since you have came to me.”
“Yes it has.” Nick replied getting ready to swung at another log.
“Have you grown tried of me being around?”
The axe missed the log altogether, Nick growled as it hit the ground. “What makes you think that?” He asked, tugging on the axe that was now buried in the frozen ground.
“It never bothered you before when I was weak, battered and bruised or nearly unconscious.”
“Maybe I realized that you weren’t going to leave me and I don't have to resort to such measures.”
“I could leave tomorrow.” Sav quickly shot back.
Nick stopped what he was doing and glared at him. He tossed the axe down and trudged through the snow over to Sav. Propping his arms on the railing of the porch, he leaned forward to search Sav’s eyes for any meaning to his words. “You wish it to be like it was before?”
“No," Sav looked away from him again. "You haven’t been the same since I tried to take my own life.”
“You haven't been well, you are still recovering from that.” Nick started. “You haven’t been yourself in many months and I didn’t think my advances toward you, would help you...become more of yourself.”
Sav looked down at his glass.
“Never think for one moment, that my feelings for you have changed.” Nick continued.
Joe picked that moment to come out, he could feel the slight tension in the cold air around them, even the intense look on Nick's face gave him pause to bother them. “Uh…am I interrupting something?”
Pulling his arms from the railing, Nick meet his uncertain gaze, “No, Mr. Elliott, you are not.” He glanced back at Sav. “We’ll continue this discussion later.” Nick went back over to where the axe lay. Picking it up, he placed another piece of wood on the stump.
Joe watched him as he swung the axe and split the wood. “It’s cold out here.” he said, rubbing his arms to ward off the sudden chill, then noticed that Nick didn't have on a shirt and Sav without a coat. “Aren’t you cold?”
Sav glanced up at him. “No, I don’t really feel it that much. It doesn’t affect me like it does you.”
The sound of the axe striking wood, was the only sound for several minutes.
“Did you want some thing Joe?” Sav finally asked.
“No…uh…I just…wanted to see how you were…feeling.”
He smiled as he listened to Joe stumble over his words, something he rarely did. “I’m fine.”
“Glad to hear it, maybe we…can get together later and work on the mixing of a few tracks.”
“Sure.” Sav replied.
Nick could feel the uneasiness in the air between them. It mostly radiating from Joe and his distrust in Sav now, of their broken friendship from the past recent weeks. “I almost forgot to tell you,” Nick broke the silence and swung the axe. “I’m having a Ball next...”
“Chopping wood is having a ball?” Joe stifled a giggle.
“It's relaxing for me Mr. Elliott, one of the many things I do enjoy.”
Joe's demeanor changed as fast as the flying wood pieces, "Chopping woods is better than roughing Sav up all the time."
Nick was in mid-swing when the axe went flying from his hands, to tumble along the ground, landing several yards away. Dropping his hands on his hips, Nick stared after it a moment before turning to glare at Joe.
Joe looked back and forth between them, knowing what he said would get that reaction from Nick, but not the painfully expression on Sav's face. "What?
Walking back to the porch, Nick waved his comment off. “It’s the annual de Brabant Foundation Ball. We’ve held it for the past fifty-seven years. It’ll be here at the house, where it’s always been held. After all, I didn’t build the ball room to collect dust.”
“That’s a big room Nick.” Sav commented.
“It can hold up to a thousand people comfortably.” he informed them. “And you’re the entertainment this year.”
“What?” Joe exclaimed. “We haven’t played together like that in while.”
“Your equipment will be here tomorrow, may I suggest you all practice.” Nick told him. “Together I might add.”
Joe rubbed the numbing cold from his arms, but made no move to go inside after hearing what Nick told them. “Our management company doesn't just give our equipment to anyone. How did you get it?”
“It was easy really.” Nick shrugged, “I bought the company.”
Joe laughed. “Your kidding right.”
“No. They sold it to me on my first offer.”
“And how much was that?” Joe asked.
“6.8 million.” Nick told him, then held up his hand. “Also, the record company went for far more at 18 million.”
Joe laughed more. “I never thought they would sell.”
“Be assured Mr. Elliott, that no one lost their jobs. The companies will maintain the names, it’s just under a new ownership.”
“What do you know about running companies like this?” Joe asked.
“I’ve been around along time Mr. Elliott. I have money invested all over the world, in many different companies. I’m a very cunning businessman. How do you think I obtained such a mass of wealth?”
“Business isn't the only thing your cunning in. Now you're even deeper in our lives.” Joe grumbled and looked down at Sav, who remained silent.
“The plans already in motion to promote your upcoming album and pressing is scheduled to being in four weeks, with distribution in two.”
“It won’t be finished in four weeks.” Joe told him.
“I have every confidence in all of you to finish. I’ll get more into detail over dinner tonight, when every one is present." Nick pulled his shirt from the railing and slipped it on. "Now go in before you catch a cold.”
Joe stared at him in shocked disbelief at what he just heard. “This is unbelievable.” he ranted with a shake of his head, then stomped inside.
“Why did you do that Nick?” Sav asked when Joe was gone.
“Once I had you in my possession, I started watching the two companies. I didn’t like the way they were being ran. Some of the bands were being treated unfairly, their contracts were vague to say the least. Individuals, nor bands had control over anything.”
“So on a whim, you just bought them out.”
“I’ve spent more on such trivial companies.” Nick stated matter-of-factly.
“This isn’t trivial Nick, it’s my life.” Sav shot back.
“And it will continue to be so, for as long as you wish.” Nick stomped the snow from his boots and started to go in. “Are you coming?”
Sav stood up and reached for the bottle of blood wine, then followed Nick inside. He couldn’t stop his troubled thoughts on how dinner was going to go tonight. Joe was already mad about the situation that Nick put them in and now that he owned the companies that they started out in, the dinner was not looking very good at this point.
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