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Buried Alive By Love	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1788 -:- 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.

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~*~this chapter is for Secerno sempra (who has written an amazing story that everyone should read) and Tinker , who were sweet enough to review. thanks guys. anyway, same crap about spell check and beta-lessness. enjoy, and i might have a new chapter up later today. review please because it makes my day!~*~md

Roxy didn’t come home to make dinner. It was four days before anyone saw her again.
“No, Linde. She hasn’t been home. I don’t know where she is.” Ville sighed, easperated, irritaed but mostly worried. It was the fifth or sixth time Linde had called asking for Roxy. And she was no where to be found, “I’m sorry. I tried calling her phone too. No, she hasn’t answered since she left. I promise, I will make her call you when she gets home. Alright, you do the same. Ok bye.” He hung up and flopped down on the couch, resting his head in Bam’s lap.
Bam stroked Ville’s hair, “Still no word?”
“No. She hasn’t answered my calls, or Linde’s. He’s freaking out.” He blew out a breath, “Fuck, I’m freaking out.”
“Where could she be? It isn’t like her to ignore her phone like that. And she said that she’d be right back.” Bam was worried too, although he hid it better.
“I don’t know.” He couldn’t tell Bam what he was really afraid of. That Jean Claude had her. He didn’t know how Bam would handel finding out about everything. About the glass box, being forced to play and kept as a pet, the fact that Roxy was a vampire, “I’m so worried about her.” He’d scoured the newspapers from the local papers to all the ones he could get from America on the interwebs, and watched the news religiously, terrified he would find her name listed among those that died in plane crashes, car accidents, train accidents, hot air balloons falling form the sky.
“She’ll turn up. I mean, we’ve got her iPod.” Bam tried to joke.
Ville smiled wanly, “Yeah. She’ll come home.”
Both men jumped off the couch when they heard the front door slam. They ran to the door.
Roxy was standing there, breathing heavy, obvious tear tracks streked down her face, wearing the same clothes she had been in the night she left.
“Where in the fuck have you been?” Ville demanded, hugging her hard, “We’ve all been so worried! Linde has called a half doze times. Where were you?”
Bam hugged her too, “What happened?”
Roxy allowed them to hug her for a few more moments before gently pushing them off, “I’m sorry. I wanted to come home, but I couldn’t.” she siad quietly.
“Where were you?” Ville asked, hurt that she pushed him away.
“I had to go to Buenos Aries for something, and then I couldn’t get a flight home and my phone’s busted, he threw it against the wall.” She caught herself, “I threw it against the wall. It was acting up ad I tossed it and it broke.” She said too quickly.
“What, there aren’t any payphones in Argentina?” Bam demanded, “What the fuck did you have to go to Buenos Aries for?”
“I had some business.” She said, “Excuse me guys, but I really need a shower.” She pushed past them and went into her room, turning on the shower.
“I’m going to go talk to her.” Ville said and followed, leaving a puzzled Bam behind. He went into Roxy bathroom and sat down on the toilet, “Roxy, talk to me?”
She rinshed shampoo out of her hair, “What’s to say. I was only supposed to run an errand for him. He told me that one of our old friends was going to take over some of his investments because everyone thinks Jean Claude’s weak since I left. I was supposed to go down there and convince Darius not to do it. It should have been a day at most.”
“So what happened?”
“Darius decided to keep me there for ransom. I tired to explain that Jean Claude no longer had any power or concern for me, but he didn’t listen. So he tortured me for a bit, Jean Claude came and rescued me, and now I owe him.” She spat, “He wants me to go back to being his pet keeper, maid, chef, and slave.”
“He still keeps pets!” Ville was shocked. He hadn’t thought about some other poor bastard being locked up in his place.
“Of course he does. He did before I got there, why wouldn’t he after me?”
“I just never thought so.”
“The point is, he wants me to go back to him and I have to.”
“Why do you have to?” Ville demanded, getting angry.
Roxy shut off the shower, “It’s the only way to keep you guys safe.” She wrapped a towel around herself.
“What’s that mean?”
“He’s added Bam and the band to his threat. I wont have it, so I’m packing up tonight and leaving.” She turned, “You’ll tell Linde please? I can’t bear to.”
He shook his head, “Absolutely not! You’re not going anywhere. He can’t possibly make good on that.”
She laughed sadly, pulling on frsh jeans and an old HIM shirt, “Yes he can. And would. You don’t know him as well as I do. I won’t let that happen if there’s a way I can prevent it.”
“Well I said no goddamnit!” Ville pounded his fist into his thigh, “No. I won’t let you go back! He can’t hurt us, not with the whole world watching everything we do.”
“You’d be surprised.” She pulled out a suitcase and started stuffing things in it.
Only to have Ville go right behind her and pull them out, tossing them all over the room.
“Stop that!” she screamed, grabbing her head.
“No, I ‘m not letting you go. Why don’t you come downstairs, I’ll have Bam run out for some food and we can talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about Ville.”
“Sweetheart, you can’t go back. It would break my heart if I knew that you were serving tht awful man.” He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead.
Roxy sighed and let herself be led into the living room.

Ville talked her out of leaving. She wasn’t sure how he’d managed it, but between him and Bam, they had convinced her that nothing would happen.
The boys weren’t in the living room when she returned from hunting her evening meal. Figuring they were sleeping, she sighed, feeling a little sorry for herself. She envied them their closeness. She envied the fact that they would be able to spen their lives together experiencing things she would never be able too since Jean Claude stole that opportunity from her. She would never find someone to love her unconditionally, have children with, sleep next to or grow old with. And she hated him for that.
She sat on the couch, preparing for another night of bad after hours TV when an odd feeling stuck her. She could not hear Bam and Ville. Bam snored like a train and Ville talked in sleep. She listened carefully and realized she couldn’t hear them breathing. Worried, she got up to go check their room.
They weren’t in there.
Roxy went to the kitchen to see if they had left a note, checking her cell phone for messages on the way. There were none.
She began to panic a little as she pushed the button to ring Ville. After a few moments of ringing, it was answered, “Oh you’re there. Sorry to bother you, it’s just no one was home and I got a little worried.”
“You should be worried.”
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