Stay With Me

7

"Where you think you're going, baby?" the man called as he wrapped his hand around her arm.

Vanessa pulled her arm away, glaring at the man. "Don't touch me," she growled.

Pulling her back to him, his face became darker, yet the smirk remained. "Why do you women have to be so difficult? I'm a nice guy, come and dance with me for a while."

"I'm not interested," she snapped again, trying to pull away. "Now let me go."

"Look, you don't need to be so stuck up. Now, why don't we head to the back and have a private dance?"

As hard as she tried to get away from the man, his grip tightened around her arm as he pulled her closer to the back of the building. Looking behind her, she managed to lock eyes with Melanie, hoping that her friend would pick up on what was happening.

Melanie's smile instantly fell as she watched Vanessa get dragged away by the strange man. Despite the fact that she wasn't overly fond of Vanessa's relationship with Dead, she knew that she loved him and wouldn't be going around with other men. Looking next to her, she pulled Natasha aside.

"What's the big deal?" yelled Natasha, clearly annoyed her dance had been interrupted.

Melanie pointed towards the back. "Ness just got taken to the back by some creeper!"

Natasha's annoyed expression was instantly wiped away, replaced by panic. "What do we do?"

"We need to call Pelle! If we even try and get security involved they'll just laugh it off as some drunken hookup!"

Nodding in agreement, Natasha followed Melanie to the bar.

"What can I get you?" asked the bartender.

"We need to use your phone, our friend is in trouble!" explained Melanie. "Please, I know we aren't allowed to use it but it's an emergency!"

The woman thought for a moment before reaching down and putting the phone on the counter. "Call whoever you need but don't take too long. If my boss finds out I'll be in deep shit."

"Thank you so much!"

Dead leaned back against the wall, finally done with his latest lyrics. He had written three new songs, which meant he could finally spend his free time with Vanessa without Euronymous getting on his back. Just as he went to close his eyes the phone on his desk began to ring. Curious, he went over and picked it up.

"Hello?" he questioned.

"Pelle!" shouted Melanie. "You need to get down here now!"

"Calm down, tell me what's going on. Is everything alright? Where's Nessa?"

"Some guy dragged her into the back of the club! She..."

Not needing to hear another word Dead dropped the phone to the floor and ran down the stairs, grabbing the truck keys from the kitchen table. His heart pounded against his chest as he drove down the road, surprised that cops weren't already pulling him over for going over the speed limit; not that he was concerned about it at the moment. Time seemed to slow for him as the panic he felt in his chest grew. Vanessa was strong, sure, but she wasn't one for confrontation with anyone besides Euronymous. He needed to remember to thank Melanie properly once he had beaten the light out of whoever had their hands on his girlfriend.

After what felt like an hour, Dead pulled into the parking lot of the club and ran inside not bothering to even turn off the truck. Melanie and Natasha met him at the door, pulling him inside past the crowd of people. All around people pushed past them, making it difficult for him to maneuver hi s way to the back of the building. His anger intensified, the music ringing through his ears not helping at all; if by some miracle he didn't go to jail tonight he was going to need a lot of heavy metal after hearing all of this pop music. His eyes narrowed as he finally had the man in view with Vanessa backed against the wall struggling to get away.