Stay With Me

5

"It's alright, baby," she cooed. "You have nothing to be sorry for. This fighting has gotten out of hand and the only person to blame is Euronymous."

Dead shook his head. "I promised I'd never hurt you. I swore the only thing I would do is protect you, now look at what I've done! I wouldn't blame you for leaving me."

"Pelle, enough talking nonsense," she smiled. "I could never leave you after everything we've been through. You're too important to me."

Putting a hand on her cheek, Dead pulled her into a soft kiss. "I love you," he whispered.

Vanessa paused. Very rarely did Dead ever cry, but he had never once used that word with her; or anyone else for that matter. He had other ways of showing her that he loved her, and that had always been more than she could have ever asked for, but hearing him finally say it had her heart racing.

"I love you too, Pelle," she said.

"Screw it," he snapped. "Euronymous and Mayhem can kiss my ass. I'm not about to throw away the only happiness I've had in a long time. I'll find a new band if I have to or just go to art school like my father has been trying to get me to do."

Vanessa shook her head. "You love Mayhem though. You guys need to have a meeting about this whole thing and get it sorted out. Euronymous may have had the idea to start the band but there's no way the other's would let him get rid of the best vocalist they'll ever have. Go and call Hellhammer and Necro and explain to them what's going on."

Dead nodded reluctantly. "You're right. I'll go call them now and see when they can come over. I want you to be there with us. Necro and Hellhammer love you and they wouldn't let Euronymous say anything to you."

"Alright, Pelle."

Pulling her into his chest, Dead placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "I'm sorry I got angry at you. I shouldn't have snapped like that. Please forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive," she replied. "I completely understand why you were so upset. Euronymous needs to get over himself and stop picking fights with you every damn day."

Placing a quick kiss on her lips, Dead headed over to the phone that sat on his desk. The call lasted around five minutes between both Necro and Hellhammer, but both of them seemed to agree that Euronymous's attitude had gotten out of hand. The two arranged to be at the house in the morning. Dead was relieved that they weren't coming today. He wasn't sure if he could handle Euronymous right now. Vanessa stood behind him, her hands running up his bare back as she began to rub his shoulders. Sinking into the chair, Dead let out a soft groan as her fingers worked away the knots in his shoulders and back. Vanessa couldn't help but blush at the sounds he made as she continued to massage the Swede.

Reaching behind him, Dead took hold of one of her hands, bringing each finger to his lips and giving each one a light kiss. Moving to the side to face him, Vanessa ran her hand down his cheek to his chin holding him gently in her hand. He looked up at her with a deep longing, one he didn't know how to act on. He wanted to feel her against him completely... to hear his name leave her lips as he made love to her.

What am I thinking? His mind snapped. We've only been together a week and a half.

Yet as he continued to look at her, the passage of time meant nothing to him. Even if he just held her as they both laid exposed it would be enough for him to just feel her as close as possible to him. He wasn't a fan of people, there were very few things that he could say he liked, but he had always been sure of one thing; if he were to give himself to her, he would never be the same person again. To him, it was as if he were giving his damned soul to an angel in the hopes of gaining hers as well. He wanted her to belong to him and him alone.