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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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~*~the story is finished! i should have the last couple of chapters up by the end of today, i'm just going back over it so i can try and catch my fuck ups because they were starting to bother me. i should really get a beta... anyway short chapter, sorry, but i'm a bastard and i like to build suspense. let me know what you think.~*~md

Roxy burst into the house, throwing the door open so hard it cracked the plaster, the cracks spiderwebbing all the way to the ceiling, “Alright, I’m here you bastard! If you hurt them I swear I’ll kill you!” she shouted, making her way methodically through all the rooms. She paused at her old room, nostalgic and creeped out at the same time.
It had been left exactly as she left it. There was still a poster of HIM on one wall next to one of the 69 Eyes and The Beatles. The opposite wall held an original Monet. The walls themselves were covered with silk wall paper in deep maroon. Clothing littered the floor and there were CD cases, copies of Alternative Press, Kerrang!, AMP, Blender, Fangoria, and Flash everywhere. She had left everything behind when she’d run off, and Jean Claude had left it all alone, as if she was only out buying milk, and coming back soon, for three years.
Allowing herself a second, she picked up her old favorite Marilyn Manson album, looking at her reflection against it sadly.
Her head jerked up as she noticed the sound of heartbeats coming from deep under the house.
Roxy ran down the stairs and through the tunnel as fast as she could go, stopping short when she saw Ville and Bam tied in chairs across the room from each other.
“Ville! Bam!” her nostrils flared, “Who’s bleeding?” she demanded, as she untied Ville.
“It’s nothing.” Ville whispered, eyes darting to Bam.
Roxy’s eyes narrowed and she moved to untie Bam, getting frustrated and snapping the ropes, “Are you going to be alright?”
He nodded and stood, wincing, “How the hell did you ever hook up with that guy?”
She shook her head, “Long story.”
“Which she will be able to relate to you some time in the near future as none of you are going anywhere.” Jean Claude said smoothly from the doorway.
“Fuck.” Bam whispered, clutching Ville.
“I’m here. Let them go.” Roxy said, stepping in front of her friends.
“No.” he adjusted his watchband, “See Roxanne, I’ve tried everything with you. I’ve beat you and starved you and pleaded with you. I’ve given you everything you ever wanted. And still, you perfer to spend your time among these, humans.” He shook his head, “So now we’ll see if I can’t keep you in line when I punish them, instead of you.”
Bam whimpered a bit and his grip on Ville tightened.
“Let them go Jean Claude. They don’t need to be involved in this.” Roxy’s voice trembled. Her hands grabbed Ville’s and Bam’s behind her.
“Roxanne, get in the box.” Jena Claude ordered.
She looked over at the glass cage and shook her head, “No!” she said with an edge of hysteria, “You can’t be serious!”
“I’m dead serious pet. Get in the box. Last chance to do it under your own power.” He stood, menacingly hulking over them.
She shook her head and backed away, driving Bam and Ville with her.
Ville’s eyes filled with tears. He could not go back in the box. He would go insane if he was stuck in that box again.
Jean Claude sighed and faster than anyone could see, his arm whiped out and he brought Ville up to him, holding a straight razor to his throat, “Roxanne, go.”
“Alright! Just don’t hurt him!” Sobbing, she jumped on top of the box and inside, leaving the lid open.
Bam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of the razor at Ville’s Adam’s apple. Tears leaked down his face.
Jean Claude made the blade disappear as if it never was and pushed Ville at Bam.
Ville stumbled into his arms, gasping, his mouth dry with fear. He’d never been so terrified in his life.
“You.” He pointed at Ville, who stood up defiantly, “There’s a ladder on the other side of the room. You’ll be keeping Roxanne company.”
Ville sagged, shaking his head, “No.” he whispered.
Jean Claude sighed, annoyed, “Everyone is defying me today.” He muttered and lashed out with his fist, catching Ville’s jaw.
He fell back into Bam, clutching his face, “Fuck!”
“I really don’t want to hurt you.” Jean Claude lied. He wanted to rip Ville limb from limb and bathe in his blood. But he had something much more fun planned for him. Chuckling to himself he hauled Ville over his shoulder and easily tossed him into the box, and shutting the door, locking it securely.
Bam had been frozen with shock. Suddenly he regained his feet, tearing down the tunnel as fast as he could make his legs go. He would go, and he would get help. He had no idea where he was, but there was law enforcement everywhere, wasn’t there?
Jean Claude caught him before he even got halfway to the house, coming up behind him so fast, Bam stumbled with the shock of seeing him.
“Hang on there honey.” He snatched him up by the seat of his pants, enjoyng the gasp of pain that escaped him when his jeans assaulted his ass, “I’ve got plans for you.”
Bam couldn’t think of anything to say that wasn’t groveling, so he kept his mouth shut instead, wincing as he experienced the most painful wedgie in his whole life.
“Where’s all that lovely begging and pleading from earlier?” Jeand Claude pouted, “No matter. I’ll have you crying again in no time.” When they got back in the room, he was pleased to see Ville curled in a ball on the floor. He was less pleased to note the defiant glare Roxy gave him. That would change.
He moved to the ropes puddled around Ville’s chair and tied Bam to it, “You guys just sit tight.” He patted Bam’s cheek and sauntered out of the room, shutting the heavy doors behind himself. They all heard a great bolt latch into place.
Roxy resumed kicking the walls of the box, trying to break the glass. They flexed and vibrated crazily, but there was no shattering, not even a crack. Exhausted, she leaned against the glass and panted, looking over to Ville, “Ville honey, snap out of it.” She rubbed his shoulder.
He looked up from the floor fearfully, “He means to kill us Roxy. He’s never going to let us out.”
“It doesn’t matter what he thinks is going to happen. We’re getting out of here, and I am going to kill him.” She said determinedly, then distracted, “Fuck those lights are hot.”
“Tell me about it.” Ville mumbled, recalling times when they had been left on for days. The heat could grow unbearable.
“Hey, could someone talk to me please?” Bam called, voice muffled by the three inches of bullet proof glass.
“Sorry Bam Bam.” Roxy raised her voice so he could hear her, “I’m sorry this ever happened to you.”
“Yeah, well I think now’s a good time to tell me that story.” He shifted, attempting to get comfortable.
Roxy inhaled and began her story. Stoping every now and then to see if he believed her. When she was done, they held a collective breath.
Bam released his first, “If I didn’t know you so well I would swear you were bullshitting me.”
Roxy peered at him, “So you believe me?”
He snorted, “It’s pretty fucking obvious that you aren’t normal. I’ve never seen you sleep. You leave at weird hours of the night. And you sit too damned still.” He shook his head.
“Sitting still does not mean that I’m a vampire. It just means I have an attention span longer than a gnat’s.” she sniffed.
“Whatever. I knew you weren’t normal.” He rolled his eyes.
She stuck her tongue out, “Normal is realative.”
“Normal is not living for hundreds of years off the blood of human beings.” He countered.
“How is this argument helping us get out of the box?” Ville asked, irritated. He had not uncurled from his ball and his legs were starting to cramp.
“It’s relaxing me enough to try this again.” Roxy said and got up to resumed kicking the wall.
“If that hasn’t worked by now, what makes you think repeating the action will?”
“Stress my boy. Any material, given enough stress on a specific point will develop a weak spot.” She continued kicking.
“Right. Well unlike you, we do not have hundreds of years to wait for the wall to ‘stress.’” He sneered.
“Quit your bitching. You have a better idea?” she snapped. Roxy was clinging to any hope she could to get out of the box because she had a feeling she knew what Jean Claude’s plan was. She was going to need to feed, soon. And the only available source of blood was curled in a sarcastic ball on the floor.
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