Stay With Me

17

Dead sighed, no words feeling as though they could truly express how he felt. He wanted to believe his soul could be saved, that she would be the one to save him from himself, yet it seemed as if the grave was calling out to him. That peaceful feeling he had long ago the day he died, he wanted to feel its embrace one more. To finally be at rest. Yet here she was complicating things just by being near him. He could have dealt with it if she had only been a figment of his screwed up imagination, but now there were feelings involved.

His heartbeat flooded his ears as he watched her step closer to him before putting her head against his chest.

"I'm scared," he muttered. "I don't know if I can truly be what you need me to be."

Vanessa sighed, her arms wrapping around him. "You don't need to be any more than what you are, Pelle. I know it's hard to believe sometimes, but I really do love you. I'll do whatever it takes to prove it to you."

"Stay here with me. Don't leave me here alone anymore. We could build a life together now and forget everything in the past and the future. If everything you say about us is true then I'll be able to give you everything you want. Hell, we could even have a real wedding ceremony instead of just running away and doing it."

"Pelle, I don't want any of that. I'd be just fine with going to a courthouse and getting married as long as I have you by my side."

"Then let's do it. We haven't talked about it and I don't wanna wait and lose you."

"We'd need to go and get all the paperwork, Pelle. Besides, I don't even know how this will all work since I technically don't exist yet."

"I know a few people who are pretty good at making fake documents and whatnot. I can give them a call and cash in a few favors."

"I'm not sure. I'd rather just go and see about getting some real papers or something. This way it's nothing illegal."

"And what do you plan on telling them?"

"I don't know, Pelle. I'm trying to come up with something."

"Nessa, please. Just trust me on this and let me help you. I promise it will all be as close to the truth as possible. Let me go and call them and I'll see what needs to be done. Hopefully they'll have everything ready by the end of next week and we can get the marriage papers then. If that's what you want."

"If you trust them, then I'll trust them. I want to marry you, Pelle."

"Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Promise me that one day, when everything you've said comes true, that you will let me give you a real wedding. I can picture you in a long black dress and everything under the full moon."

"Isn't this something that usually the girl dreams about?"

"Maybe it's something I dreamt of a long time ago. Please promise me."

"I promise."

"Good. Now, you wait up here and I'll go and call them up and let you know what they say. I'll be back soon, my little demon."

"I'll be waiting, my devil."

Her heartbeat quickened as he left the room, the excitement flooding through her. Hopefully his friends would be able to get her the papers she needed without too much trouble, then she could marry Dead without any issues. Pressing her hand against her stomach, Vanessa smiled at the image of a smaller version of Dead running around. The image was something she hoped would happen one day, but hopefully not just yet. A child would only make things worse on his mind and most likely ruin any chances of Mayhem actually becoming successful.

Picking up his favorite Transylvania shirt, Vanessa clutched it to her chest as she thought of a way to surprise Dead. If Euronymous was so determined to start touring in more countries, there wasn't really any reason why they could at least try and do a few shows in Transilvania. The only issue they could possibly face would be money, but things weren't as expensive now as they were where she came from. Her eyes widened as she reached for her bag that was kept under the desk. If she was right, there was more than likely some money that she had kept in the bag before she left.

Unzipping the front pocket, Vanessa began to pull out the contents of the unpacked bag. Her makeup made up a small stack beside her along with a small purple hairbrush. She grinned as she pulled out the black and gold handbag she kept all of her important papers in, a grin that intensified as she unzipped a smaller pouch and found two hundred dollars inside. Her smile fell as she thought of an even better plan to surprise Dead. But to pull it all off she would most likely need the help of everyone in the band and maybe even Melanie and Natasha.

Making her way down the stairs, she could hear Dead's voice in the living room as he talked almost angrily in Swedish.

"Not sure what has him all upset but it sounds bad," joked Euronymous as he walked out of the kitchen.

Vanessa shrugged. "Beats me. Hey, can I talk to you about something? It's band related and I figured since you're the leader of Mayhem maybe we could work something out to benefit us both."

Euronymous stared at her for a long moment before motioning to the kitchen. "Let's go in the other room and talk."