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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 uncurled my body and stood up, breaking Ville's hold on me. "I'm gonna get changed..." I muttered before going into my bedroom and closing the door behind me. Now I allowed my face to heat up ant turn rosy as I went through my clothes. I settled on black booty shorts that read Kiss This across the butt in hot pink and a white spaghetti strapped tank-top that had a bunny head on it and read Playboy in baby blue across the chest. Grabbing a clean pair of panties I went into my bathroom and changed after washing off my make-up, throwing my beanie, leather trousers, button-down, and bra into the dirty clothes hamper. I got dressed in my nightclothes and walked out after tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"You're just in time!" chimed Jen as she smiled. "Dinner's finished now." She told me. I nodded and walked into my dining room to see Sevens and Raab fixing the table.
"I'm guessing you two took my threat to heart, huh?" I asked while crossing my arms under my chest. They didn't look up as they continued to set the table. "I'll finish here, Sevens, you go help Jen bring the food out." I stated while taking the dishes from her and setting the table with Raab. Sevens left and let me do some work.
"How's your nose?" asked the young blond male.
I gave him a warm smile and shrugged. "It's fine. I've had worst, believe me..." we both quickly finished and took a seat. Jen and Sevens came in, followed by Bam and Ville; each caring something or other. I didn't really care as it was sat down along the center of the table. Ville took the seat next to me and next to him sat Sevens. Across from me sat Raab, then Jen across from Ville, and finally Bam across from Sevens. I closed my eyes and counted to thirteen as everyone did their own thing before going for the food.
Dinner was uneventful as we all ate and talk. It seems that Mr. Margera and his friends have taken to heart what I threaten to do if they ruined my home. Shortly I finished as my stomach started tightening painfully. Excusing myself I stood up and left to go outside and to the little separate house that was out there. Inside was a baby grand piano. Smiling softly I took a seat at the elegant black instrument as I opened the lid, gliding my fingers over the ivory keys. Closing my eyes I set to pressing the keys. First a C, then a C sharp, D, D sharp, D flat, and so on.
•Ville's Point of View•
"I'll go check on her," I stated, pushing away from the table. No one said a single thing as I quickly followed after. I walked out some glass sliding doors to a backyard that could rival Bam's with an equally large pool and a separate little house. The French doors that led to the house were open, allowing the sounds of a piano to drift out along the air and twirl around.
Standing in the doorway I listened while she played a piano solo for Join Me in Death. She looked so beautiful sitting there, playing the lovely instrument with her eyes closed while singing the lyrics. For some reason I felt my heart swell with pride at the sight.
"Baby, join me in Death...

[x3]
We are so young.

Our lives have just begun,

But already we are considering,

Escape from this world.
And we've waited for so long,

For this moment to come.

Were so anxious to be together,

Together in Death.
Won't you die tonight for Love?

Baby, join me in Death.

Won't you die?

Baby, join me in Death.

Won't you die tonight for Love?

Baby, join me in Death.
This world is a cruel place,

And we're here only to lose.

So before life tears us apart let,

Death bless me with you.
Whoa-oh…
Won't you Die tonight for love?

Baby, join me in Death.

So would you Die?

Baby, join me in Death.

Won't you die tonight for love?

Baby, join me in Death.

Join me in Death.
Whoa-oh…
This life it ain't worth living.

[x2]
Join me

(Faded in Background)
This life ain't worth living.

[x2]
Won't you Die tonight for Love?

Baby, join me in Death.

So will you die?

Baby, join me in Death

Won't you Die tonight for Love?

Baby, join me in Death.
Baby, join me in Death."
I continued to watch and enjoy the music as she went on to play The Sacrament.
"I hear you breathe so far from me

I feel your touch so close and real

And I know

My church is not of silver and gold,

It's glory lies beyond judgment of souls

The commandments are of consolation and warmth
You know our sacred dream won't fail

The sanctuary tender and so frail

The sacrament of love

The sacrament of warmth is true

The sacrament is you
I hear you weep so far from me

I taste your tears like you're next to me

And I know

That my weak prayers are not enough to heal

All the ancient wounds so deep and so dear

The revelation is of hatred and fear
You know our sacred dream won't fail

The sanctuary tender and so frail

The sacrament of love

The sacrament of warmth is true

The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you

The sacrament is you

The sacrament is you

The sacrament is you
You know our sacred dream won't fail

The sanctuary tender and so frail

The sacrament of love

The sacrament of warmth is true

The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you

You know our sacred dream won't fail

(The sacrament is you)

The sanctuary tender and so frail

(The sacrament is you)

The sacrament of love

The sacrament of warmth is true

The sacrament is you"
It seems she hasn't taken notice of me standing there, watching her play with such grace and elegance. Once the song came to an end did she sigh heavily before turning on the bench to look at the ceiling. I followed her line of sight to see band posters and photos nailed to it. Photos of a much younger Ana with, whom I could assume, her parents and friends. A few of her and Jen, a group shot of all the girls that made up HER showing brand new ink either on their arm or leg of an hourglass trapped in what seemed to be two spinning rings.
There was a few of each of the girls in a moment of almost compete undress state, Ana smoking while tuning her acoustic guitar, getting the sleeve done, a few of her making out with other women, some from concerts that she went to. And a few HIM posters as well. Scattered across the ceiling were photos and clippings of me, Burton, Gas, Linde, and Mige.
Ana pulled one of her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knee. She just looked so lost and alone. I felt my heart tighten in pain. Her lips parted and the lyrics for Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart danced from her wine stained lips.
"[Verse 1]

Let me wake up in your arms,

Hear you say it's not alright,

Let me be so dead and gone,

So far away from life,

Close my eyes,

Hold me tight,

And bury me deep inside your heart.
[Chorus]

All I ever wanted was you, my love,

You're all I ever wanted is you, my love,

You're all I ever wanted, you.
[Verse 2]

Let me never see the sun,

And never see you smile,

Let us be so dead so gone,

So far away from life,

Just close my eyes,

Hold me tight,

And bury me deep inside your heart.
[Chorus]

All I ever wanted was you, my love,

You're all I ever wanted is you, my love,

You're all I ever wanted, you, oh my love,

You're all I ever wanted, you, my love.
[Bridge]

That's the way it's always been,

My heart stops beating only for you baby,

Only for you darling.
[Chorus]

All I ever wanted was you, my love,

You're all I ever wanted is you, my love,

You're all I ever wanted, you, my love,

You're all I ever wanted, you, my love."
•Ana's Point of View•
I felt my stomach clench painfully so as I silently cried. Why is it that I could never find someone to truly love me?
Maybe I'm not meant to find love… I thought bitterly. Only love I could find was the familial type. Not the romantic true love type; the type that my heart ached for. Even though I was taught at a young age by my father that crying was only for the week I just couldn't help it. The salty liquid ran down my cheeks and dripped off the point of my chin to land on my arms and thighs.
•Ville's Point of View•
I hated seeing such a strong woman cry. Even though I haven't known her for long it felt as if we met a life time ago. I moved and took a seat next to her on the wooden piano bench. Slowly I wrapped both of my arms tightly around her shoulders and hugged her tightly while resting my chin atop of her silk white curls. I bit my lower lip, hoping that she wouldn't feel my heart racing against my chest.
"Love is a flame that can be tamed

And though we are its willing prey, my darling

We are not the ones to blame
Trust is a word all lovers know

The glorious art of staining souls, my darling

We are not the ones to blame
The more we have the more we want

And the more it hurts our hearts, my baby

It always ends up in tears
So keep on pretending

Our heaven is worth the waiting

Keep on pretending, it's alright

So keep on pretending

It will be the end of our craving

Keep on pretending

It's alright
When doubts arise the game begins

The one we will never win, my baby

It always ends up in tears
So keep on pretending

Our heaven is worth the waiting

Keep on pretending, it's alright

So keep on pretending

It will be the end of our craving

Keep on pretending

It's alright
Come on...
So keep on pretending

Our heaven is worth the waiting

Keep on pretending, it's alright

So keep on pretending

It will be the end of our craving

Keep on pretending

It's alright
Love is a flame that can be tamed

And though we are its willing prey, my darling

We are not the ones to blame"
I ran my hand up and down her arm, trying to calm her down. She just started to sniffle as her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. "Sh, sh… everything's going to be fine, sweetheart…" I whispered softly, kissing the top of her head softly. "What started the tears, if you don't mind me asking dear." I pulled back some so I could lift her chin up and stare into her bloodshot ruby eyes. Gently I wiped away her tears as I waited.
She just looks so beautiful… I couldn't help but think. Ana gnawed on her lower lip as she looked at me. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, sweetheart," I stated.
"I'm just being pathetic…" muttered Ana as she looked down. I wouldn't let her as I brought her head back up and made sure we had eye contact. She sighed softly. I could smell vanilla and a hint of alcohol.
"You really want to know?" she asked. I smiled softly at her and nodded.
"Just talking about Simon makes me remember how shitty my love life truly is." Brand new tears started welling up in her eyes. "I can't even remember being with another man besides him!" Ana hiccupped.
•Ana's Point of View•
I felt ashamed of myself for show Ville, of all people, my weak side. I clung to him as I cried about my horrible love life. How pathetic! After all he probably has one even worse than mine.
I don't know how long we sat there for. But by the time I calmed down and went back inside did we notice that everyone had gone to bed. I grabbed the Finnish rock star's hand and led him up a flight of stairs and down the left hallway to one of the guest bedrooms that I noticed wasn't taken by Raab. Pushing open the door I walked in and moved out of the way so Ville could look around.
Ville just sat down on the purple silk sheets that covered the bed and watched me. I shifted slightly back and forth. "Here," he stood and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, leading me to the bed. "You told me your story, I think I should repay the favor, hm?" we both sat down. I brought my legs up and tucked them under me. Ville sighed and ran his fingers though his hair before reaching down and removing his shirt and lying down. "My ex-fiancée, Joanna, punched me and gave me a black eye. Before that everything was great… but after some time it just started going downhill… I became depressed and started doing drugs and drinking. After going through a whole bunch of problems and getting a black eye, I went to rehab for fifteen weeks.
"I called off the engagement with Joanna and had her initial removed from my finger." Ville showed me his ring finger. Gently I ran my index finger over it.
"Papa said you should only get someone's name or initial tattooed on you when you've been married to them for a couple of years. He didn't get my Mum's initial tattooed on his hand until after five years of marriage…" I ran my fingers over his own before holding my left hand in front of me. "His left has his Papa's initial," I ran my finger down my middle finger before grabbing Ville's hand and placing it in my lap before doing it to his middle finger, "his Mum's," I ran my finger over his ring finger, "his little brother's," over the top part of his pinkie, "and his own," I ran my finger of the lower part of his pinkie. "This show's past family. Your birth family. While this one," I placed Ville's right hand in my lap, "means present and future family. The family that you created. A for Anya on his pinkie for his child, I for Irina on his right ring finger for wife and mother, and B for Boris on his middle finger for husband and father." I ran my fingers over each of the fingers slowly.
"You said Anya instead of Ana. Why's that?" he asked.
I bit my lower lip. "Anya is a pet name given to girls with the name of Anastasia; which means, in Russian, resurrection." I smiled softly. "The way we remember our name meaning is going from child to father. In our case it'd be resurrected peaceful warrior. I'm the resurrection, Mum's the peace, while Papa is the warrior," I explained. "Papa's has more meaning though, seeing as he was with Russia's secret police when he was much younger…"
"How 'bout you stay here tonight?" Ville suggested out of the blue.
"What?" I winced at how high my voice got.
Ville chuckled, causing my heart to run wild in my chest. "I don't think you'd want to wake everyone else, and worry your friends. Also it'll give us a chance to learn more about each other, hm?" he smiled up at me. "Also I can get to cuddle with a beautiful woman, just to be selfish." He said nonchalantly with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
"If you're sure…"
"I promise I won't bite unless you asked me to." He wiggled one of his eyebrows suggestively. I laughed and slapped him lightly in the thigh.
"Cheeky bastard, aren't you?" Ville nodded. "Fine, but only this once, you hear?" we both crawled under the sheets. The slender Finn wrapped his arm around my hips and pulled me back against him, tucking his knees behind mine with his chest pressed against my back. I blushed and snuggled more into the sheets. I couldn't believe I was spooning with my all time hero.
Soon we were both off to dream land.
Next Morning
•Ville's Point of View•
It was early morning, roughly about six in the morning. I got up and set on the bed for a bit as I stretched. I looked down next to me to see that Ana had gotten up before I did. I looked around again, to see that someone had brought my bags up. I browsed through them and quickly got changed into a light weight blue button-down, a pair of worn in dark blue jeans, black ankle socks, a blue knitted cap, and a pair of vans
I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. I walked into the living room to see Ana relaxing in a recliner with her legs tucked under her, reading a book while sipping her coffee.
"Thou wast that all to me, love,

From which my soul did pine –

A green isle in the sea, love,

A fountain and a shrine,

All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,

And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!

Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise

But to be overcast!

A voice from out the Future cries,

'On! on!' – but o'er the Past

(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies

Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me

The light of Life is o'er!

No more – no more – no more –

(Such language holds the solemn sea

To the sands upon the shore)

Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,

Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,

And all my nightly dreams

And where thy grey eye glances,

And where thy footsteps gleams –

In what ethereal dances,

By what eternal streams. [1]"
"Edgar Allan Poe's To One In Paradise." I stated, causing her to look up at me. "I'm a fan of his…" I smiled sheepishly while scratching the back of my head.
"Isn't it his eyes that you got tattooed on your back?" I nodded at her question. Ana got up and walked into the kitchen, I followed after. "Coffee?" she asked, grabbing another mug from the cabinet.
"Yes please."
"Any sugar or cream?"
"How do you take yours?"
Ana just slid her mug over to me. I cocked an eyebrow at her to see she wasn't even looking as she placed bread into the toaster. I took a drink. It was really sweet, due to all the sugar that she probably put in it. But it wasn't overly sweet. "That's pretty good." I told her.
"I thought you might like it," giggled Ana as she made me a mug. "Want some coffee cake?" she asked, going over to the fridge.
"Sure."
She pulled out a plastic dish and walked back over, handing it to me. "I made that early yesterday morning. It's a family recipe." She stated, grabbing her toast before taking a bite. I open the lid and smelled mocha and vanilla. She stole a slice of the small, sponge like treats and nibbled on it. "Mm…" she moaned softly.
My pants tighten painfully at the sound, but I used the dish to hide the forming erection as I sat on the counter. I picked up one of the treats and took a bite. "Mm… these are really good. Have you ever thought about selling them?"
"Heavens no! It's a tradition in my family to pass the secret down to our children… that is if I ever have any. If I don't then the recipe will die with me. Mum always jokes about it and says that that's the only reason Papa stays with her…" I could see the sadness leaking into her ruby orbs at the mention of the probability of never having children.
"So what are you doing today after you get rid of all us wankers?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Jen has to give me some tattoos first, but after that me and her have to pack and leave for Russia. Our work visas need to be renewed."
"Ah, have a safe flight then."
"Oh, I will. The others are coming with us so we can get a bigger fan base." Ana took a drink of her coffee. "Also, don't tell anyone my real name, okay? My own parents don't even call me Anastasia, they only address me as Anya."
"Understandable. But what's your last name?" I asked.
"Don't have one. After the incident with Simon I had my surname dropped as a whole, and Mum never gave me a middle name. To make me feel better, Mum and Papa dropped their last names too." She placed her empty mug down on the marble counter top. "Want to help me wake Jen, Sevens, and your mate Bam?" asked Ana while smiling devilishly.
"Sounds fun." I grinned, jumping off and placing the container and mug down before following after her. Ana snuck down the hallways, passed the stairwell and further down to her bedroom. She looked back at me and pressed one of her fingers to her lips. Opening the door we quickly made our way over to the raised platform that housed her low bed. Ana dug through her side drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"Seen a cop once, she left two pairs of cuffs and the keys here." Ana whispered to me. I nodded as she slowly got on the bed and wrapped the chain around the metal bars that made up the headboard before cuffing both Bam and Jen's wrists together before using the other pair to cuff their other wrists together and climbed off. "You want to hide them?" she asked, holding one set of keys out to me.
I grabbed them and ran out of the room and threw them into the shallow end of the pool before going back into Ana's room. "Try the pool." I told her. She giggled softly. I looked back to see Bam tightening his hold on Jen in his sleep, pressing his chest harder against her back. Jen just snuggled back into his embrace.
"On the count of three we dog pile them…" Ana held up three of her fingers and ticked them off. "Now!" she shouted and we jumped on top of all three of the people sleeping.
"AH!" They all screamed, jumping up. Sevens had fallen out of the bed while Bam and Jen tried sitting up.
"What the fuck?" swore the young man, yanking at the cuffs that were around the metal bars. "When the hell did this happen?" he swore, lifting his other arm to see he was handcuffed to the stunned strawberry blonde haired woman next to him.
"What did you do Ana?" asked the wide eyed woman. Sevens started laughing and rolling around on the floor while clutching her side.
"Just cuffed you two to my headboard and each other." She threw the other set of keys to Bam. "Those unlock the headboard cuffs, but the others are hidden somewhere, so you'll have to find them. But before you do, Jen has to give me some ink!" she grinned widely. "Sevens you better go home and start packing, we'll be leaving later this afternoon to catch our flight."
Said redhead got up and left. "Where are you guys going?" asked Bam as he uncuffed their wrists from the metal bar.
"What's with all the yellin'?" asked a tired Raab as he walked into the room in only his boxers while rubbing at his eyes.
"Oh, that'd be Bam and Jen having mad, kinky, animalistic sex." Ana explained nonchalantly with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Oh, okay. I'm gonna make myself some coffee and a bowl of cereal now." And he left.
Jen sighed and pulled at her wrist that was still bound to Bam's. "Let's get up so I can tattoo this idiot then we can look for the keys…" she got up and adjusted her white tank-top that partially covered her purple lacy shorts.
Bam groaned, but kept eyeing Jen's backside as he crawled out of bed and followed her into the dining room after grabbing a black case. "What are you getting done?" Bam asked, looking back at the white haired woman who followed after and sat down with her left hand on the table. Raab was eating his cereal and watching us all.
"Some initials and the Heartagram on the back of my neck," she stated simply. Jen placed on a pair of black latex gloves as she set up the tattoo gun and everything else.
"Mind removing your rings, Ana?" she asked. The white haired Russian did so and placed them to the side. Jen set to work on the pinkie of her friend's left hand, forming a black gothic 'A'.
After about a good half hour Jen finished working on the B that was placed on Ana's middle finger. The tan woman turned around and lifted the back of her hair and Jen went back to work.
"You did all of these free hand?" asked a stunned Bam an hour later.
"Except the eyes. The others I did by looking at a picture or drawing of some kind and just went at it. I'm able to copy just about everything I see." Jen wiped away some excess ink and blood. "You wanted Dmitri under it, didn't you?"
"Yeah," said Ana.
"Who's Dmitri? A cousin or something?" asked Raab from his spot.
"He was my friend that OD'd when I was thirteen." Everyone was silent as Jen finished.
"All done." She stated, pulling back. "Raab, go grab the camera that's on the desk in Ana's room." Jen ordered. The blond male got up to retrieve it. Walking around I could see a bleeding Heartagram with the symbol for female in the center. Under that in bright purple ink was 'Dmitri' in a flame like loopy font.
"Think you could do something like that for me, Jen?" asked Bam.
"Sure, but not right now." The blonde woman smiled. Bam actually smiled for real. Not one of those half hearted smiles that he gave everyone nowadays. "It's for your friend, right?" Jen asked softly. He nodded solemnly. "How 'bout this. You and your gang come with us to Russia, and while we're there you and I can talk one on one about designs and everything. Then once that's done I'll take you to my shop and give you the tattoo free of charge. How does that sound?" she suggested.
"That sounds great!" he beamed. I couldn't help but smile. Ever since his divorce with Missy was finalized did Bam rarely take any interest in a member of the opposite sex anymore. I hope this time around he finds his perfect girl. After watching them a bit I could catch the similarities in their personality. But Jen was more calm and soft spoken where's Bam was easily annoyed and loud. Raab came back with the camera and gave it to Jen. The woman snapped a few photos of the fresh ink before Ana placed her rings back on her three fingers, making sure all of her fingers on both hands had a plain silver band around them.
"Better pack warm. It'll be freezing once we get there," warned Ana as she stood up. "I'm gonna go treat these and start packing. You better start calling your friends Mr. Margera and warning everyone to pack warm, Mother Russia is not forgiving." And she left.
"Well, I'm already packed, so no worries there." Jen piped in.
"I normally dress warm, so does Ville, so we're good to go." Bam added before standing. "Let's go look for those keys first."
"Try the pool, that'd be a place Ana would put them." I followed Jen and Bam as they went towards the pool. "She wouldn't put them in the deep end, so let's go to the shallow." They both walked in, getting completely soaked. I laughed and took a seat in one of the chairs so I could watch. Jen took a deep breath and went down and looked for a few seconds before coming up empty handed, her shirt completely see through. Bam ogled her breasts (she wasn't wearing a bra) before taking a deep breath and going under as well. When he came back he was holding the keys. Uncuffing them both he threw the keys and handcuffs at me.
"Next time I'm gonna do that shit to you and Ana! While we're getting changed you call everyone including Burton, Linde, Gas, and Mige. Also go invite the Dudesons, we'll surprise Sevens…" laughed Bam.
I shrugged and went to place the call.
On The Plane</i>
•Ana's Point of View•
I sat in my seat next to Ville, playing poker. Instead of betting money we were betting cigarettes instead. So far he was kicking my ass. Damn him and his poker face!
A few rows behind us were Bam, Sevens, Jay, Raab, Dico, and Jen picking on a pissed off Don Vito. April and Phil sat in the far back relaxing.
"This is going to be a long flight…" I whined.
"At least you've got me, sweetheart," grinned Ville.
"You really are a cheeky fuck, aren't you?"
"When did we have kinky erotic sex?" he asked, batting his eyes playfully at me.
I groaned before I started laughing.
Yeah, it's going to be a very long flight...
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[1] I have a book that has that very poem in it. The book's called 'The Best Love Poems Ever' and I thought why the hell not, seeing as Edgar Allan Poe is Ville's favorite I figured he'd know which poem it was while Ana is reading them out aloud.
Now this is the LONGEST chapter yet! Yeah!
Now I placed some Bam/Jen fluff in it cos I love Bam ~~(not as nearly as much as I love Ville)~~ and thought he needed some lovin'.

17 PAGES LONG! WHOA! Oh, and the song Ville sings is Pretending by the great band HIM! MORE VILLE/ANA FLUFFY-STUFF!

Ana's Outfit ~~(just without the spaces)~~: http ://www.polyvore.com /wont_you_die_tonight_for/set?id=36541808
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