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Pretending	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1478 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Pretending
- 2-two
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-ch 9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
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Davey kicked at a pebble on the ground. He was frustrated. All of the sudden, Ralph had pulled away from him. There wasn’t really any change in his behavior, but he was distant. Davey could feel it. He was also worried about why it bothered him so much. He’d known the man a week, he shouldn’t be feeling this attached.
He’d tried to get him to come out to this club with him, but he’d refused to go. Had something to do with Frank he said. Of course he also said he hated The Funeral, and, upon entering the part sectioned off for it, Davey could see why. The club sucked. The only good thing was the music.
Jade was also busy, doing something with Roxy and his brother Smith.
“Blue Monday” by New Order pumped over the speakers as Davey sat at a table, nursing his four dollar bottle of water and tapping his foot.
A man wearing an outfit similar to Davey’s, tight blue jeans, tight black t-shirt, but with a grey hoodie that had black pockets with little hearts with bat wings on them, to Davey’s plain black, walked up to the table, “Mind if I sit?”
Davey looked up at him, “Sure.”
“Thanks.” The man sat and waved his hand in front of his face, “It’s so hot in here.”
Davey nodded, “Yeah.”
“I’m not even sure why I come here. It’s pretty lame.” He smiled.
Davey looked into his black rimmed puppy eyes and smiled back, “Kind of.” He admitted.
“It’s also really the only place to go unless you want to go all the way to L.A.” he shrugged.
Davey reached out his hand, “I’m Dave.”
The man smiled and shook it, “I know who you are. I was just wondering to myself why the lead singer of AFI would be at such a lame ass club on a Friday night all by himself.”
“None of my friends wanted to come.” He shrugged, “I can see why.”
The man chuckled, “Yeah. You have friends in town?”
“A town over.” Davey gestured to his jacket, “Nice jacket. I’m a fan of the Clandestine line myself.”
The man grinned, “Thanks. I like it too. I used to love Glitterboy, for the tragically brief time it was out.”
Davey flushed at the mention of his now defunct clothing line, “Thanks.” He looked at the other man curiously, “I didn’t catch your name.”
The man laughed, “Oh, sorry.” He extended his hand and they shook again, “Pete.”
“Well nice to meet you Pete.” He sipped is water.
“Do you want to dance?” Pete asked as the song changed to “Boys Don’t Cry.”
Davey hopped up, “Sure.” He loved that song and it would be a great opportunity to look around the club.
They danced to the up tempo 80’s song, occasionally bumping, drawing stares from the other kids, fascinated by the two gorgeous men.
“Boys Don’t Cry” gave way to “Teenagers from Mars” and they danced through that too, the whole time, Davey watching the other people in the club.
When “Sweetest Perfection” started, Davey sat back down, pleading fatigue for why he didn’t want to dance a slow one with Pete.
Pete sat with him, not looking the least bit flushed, “Do you want to get out of here?”
Davey flushed and wiped some of his running makeup off, “Um, I’m sort of involved, with someone right now.”
Pete held up his hands, “I understand. But you can hardly blame me for trying.”
His blush deepened.
“Though how I can’t see how anyone could let you go out all by yourself.” Pete flirted.
Davey looked away from Pete, feeling he could get very lost in those deep brown eyes, “It’s not a big deal. Sometimes it’s nice to get out on your own.”
“Sometimes.” He agreed and they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.
Davey looked at his sidekick and saw it was nearing one am, “I’ve got to go.” He stood and shook Pete’s hand, “It was nice meeting you.”
“Yeah. Maybe I’ll see you around.” Pete watched him walk away and turned back to the club, looking for his next victim.
Davey went out to where he parked the car he’d borrowed from Ville. A 1963 Cadillac convertible in cherry red. He did not understand why they drove around in that crappy Crown Vic when they had such a sweet ride in the garage. It looked like sin, handled like a dream and growled like a tiger. Davey was not that into cars, but he loved the Caddy.
He drove it home carefully and replaced it in the garage, noticing that Roxy’s car was there and so was Frank’s truck.
He went into the house, shutting the door quietly. Frank was stationed on the couch, playing Silent Hill, “Hey Frank. Is Ralph in?”
Frank looked up and grinned quickly. Davey thought he caught another flash of fangs, “Yeah, he’s in his room. Oh and I would avoid the back porch if I were you.” At Davey’s raised eyebrow he continued, “Roxy and Jade went out there awhile ago, and I think you can guess what they’re doing.” He winked and turned back to his zombie killing.
Frank was looking more and more suspicious to Davey. He’d come home drunk the night before and had what looked like blood crusted at the corner of his mouth. He desperately hoped he wouldn’t be forced to take the head off of the boy and, to be honest with himself, he was avoiding investigating him deeper because he didn’t want to kill a man who had come to be his friend.
Davey went up to Ville’s room and knocked tentatively. They hadn’t spent the night together in three days and hadn’t had sex in more than that.
“Come in.” Ville was sitting in a chair, reading a book. He set it down when Davey came in, “Sucked, didn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Davey sat in a matching chair that flanked the glass door that led to the balcony, “So how was your night?”
“Fine. Nothing much happened.” They hadn’t seen any signs of the vampire, and honestly didn’t know where to begin looking, so he and Frank had given up and gone home, “What about you?”
“Lame. I met some guy though. He was a good dancer.” Davey said, secretly hoping to make the other man jealous.
It worked. Ville was upset, but he didn’t want to let Davey know. He’d known the man a week and was already half in love with him. Added to that they were pretty much enemies and he was pretty fucked, “Really?” was all he said.
Davey was frustrated. He thought Ralph felt the same about him as he did about the Finn, but his attitude was starting to piss him off, “Ralph, I don’t know what you want from me. I mean I know we haven’t known each other that long, but damn it I like you, a lot, and I thought you like me too. But lately it’s seemed like you don’t want me anywhere near you!” he looked away from the startled green eyes.
“Davey, I-” he paused to gather his thoughts, “I like you. A lot. But I don’t know if this can work out.” He wanted to cry when Davey’s face fell, “There’s too many secrets between us.”
Davey surprised Ville by slumping in the chair, “I know. I’m sorry I haven’t been honest with you.”
Ville looked at him, shocked, and before he could think of anything to say, Davey started speaking.
Davey straightened in his seat and turned to face him, “Alright. You’re going to think I’m insane, but the reason I’m always running off and on my sidekick, is because I’m here to stop the murders that have been happening in this city.” He took deep breath and braced himself for his next sentence, “Because the killer’s a vampire and I was sent here to kill him.” He waited for Ville to call him crazy and demand he leave the house. He was shocked when tears started pouring down his face.
Ville wiped at his eyes, “I-Davey-” He got up and went out to the balcony, lighting a cigarette.
“Ralph?” Davey followed and asked quietly.
Ville shuddered, then pulled into himself, “So who do you think the killer is?”
“I don’t know.” He sighed and collapsed in a chair, “You don’t think I’m nuts?”
Ville shrugged, “Why would I? There are far stranger things in the world than you or I could imagine.” What he wanted to say was, ‘I think I love you but now I have to leave the country because if you knew the truth about me, you would try and kill me.’
Davey let out a sigh of relief, “Jade thinks I’m crazy.”
Ville exhaled smoke, “It’s not like it’s something you hear every day.”
“No. I guess not.” He admitted.
Ville pitched his cigarette over the balcony railing and sat down next to Davey. He ran his hands through his hair a few times, “So who was this guy you were dancing with?”
Davey flushed, instantly feeling like an asshole for mentioning that, “Just some guy. I only went out to try and find this vampire.” He said, contrite.
“Uh huh.” Ville looked up at the sky. There weren’t many stars, this far into the suburbs, but he traced the little dipper with his eyes. ‘What now?’ he asked himself.

~*~i finally had enough to post! i'm not really sure about the ending of this chapter, so i would really like to know what you thought. and for the record i also don't own pete wentz or clandestine or glitterboy or anything really. anyway, thanks for reading!~*~md
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