My Metal Angel (Vince Neil X Tom Keifer A Love)

Chapter 1-Somebody Save Me... (Vince Neil)

February 1986, barely into a new year...not that it matters. Not that ANYTHING matters...not anymore. Ah, sorry my name is Vince Neil...yes THAT Vince Neil, the infamous/famous front man of Mӧtley Crϋe. A man...a broken man, that has lost everything...his family, his 'love', his child, and his wife. Allow me to explain: the past year was one of the worst of my life or has been one of the worst of my life, I lost my 4-year-old daughter Skylar to cancer, my wife who divorced me not that she was ever there anyway for me or my child, and one of my best friends due to a fatal mistake. One night, one fateful and fatal night, drunk...way too drunk, and I killed Razzle...Vehicular manslaughter, served 30 days in jail and that especially has haunted me, still DOES. I wish to God; I could take it back.... I've been called a monster, told that I deserved to die...I do, I do really...they must be right....

Then there are groupies who are only still too willing to throw themselves at me even after Razzle, but then there are those that say it should have been me instead...that my daughter deserved a better father, that it was my fault she died.... And just when I think my personal life couldn't get worse it does, I have yet another new worry now: Nikki. Nikki Sixx, who has recently discovered what is quickly becoming a 'new love': Heroin. Look, I am NO saint in the drinking and drugs department, but Heroin is among the worst...and with Nikki's traumatic childhood and addictive personality, he'll wind up killing himself...I don't want to lose anyone else I care about.

I suppose to I should mention: Doc...that evil fucker, he's never liked Mӧtley: Me and Nikki especially. And I am and have been on his shit list even more so since last year, all he worried about was the money...but it was more than the regular manager bullshit, he always goes out of his fucking way to make you feel even worse, me even worse...harassing, taunting....and more that I cannot tell at the moment.

But Doc was wrong that what I did would hurt our careers, if anything it made our albums sell more...people wanted to see the notorious Front Man especially, a lot of people telling me I should kill myself and do the world a favor.....Again, maybe I should...but the band, it's still an ever ascending ride on the wild side, seemingly on top of the world yet not.

Currently I am in Philadelphia of all places, I'd went to visit my parents who'd recently moved here not too long ago and let us just say that the visit didn't go well, lectured on my life choices, the way I had raised my daughter...which by the way, was practically by myself since Beth my now ex-wife, couldn't be bothered always off with friends, partying and with other loves I know. Course my parents always criticized everything and anything I did, even before a child and marriage and my band, so I left after a screaming match with my parents very much regretting going to see them and wondered around and I noticed ads for 'Cinderella' a local outfit, a rock band playing at the Empire Club...and though I don't need it, the inevitable drink will come and too I need the distraction.

Little did I know, hmmm...that's become like a catchphrase for me, or it will be for me and my husband, this after all is our story...or it will be...but anyway, little did I know this is where I would meet Tom Keifer, well Tom Keifer-Neil as he'd come to be known....and I also didn't know my meeting him would save not just me ultimately: But Nikki, more on that later...

So now I am at the Empire, place is packed.... Cinderella is on stage; I am watching from the bar which I have a decent view. Cinderella is glam, a bluesy-rock sound and like no band I've ever heard, their lead singer has a voice that could arguably give me a run for my money in my opinion, the crowd loves them. The music is stellar, but I'm not enjoying myself.... been accosted sexually, attacked (Said attacker was arrested) and I am fucking depressed, I feel the tears in my eyes, drink in my hand.... Why am I here? Still haunted by mistakes I wish I'd never made, trying to do better but failing miserably, just why? I don't think there is ANYONE who can save me.

Serendipity, or fate or whatever the fuck you wanna call it strikes.... for somehow, the lead singer catches my eyes, No. he's looking at someone else or if he is looking at me, he probably thinks I too am a worthless monster.... I quickly drop my gaze, turning back to my drink and tears slip down my cheeks, all these people and still I am alone.... just feeling so very lost....

The show goes on, the atmosphere is electric and how the hell have these guys NOT been signed or something? They are sure the hell have the talent, raw talent, and balls to make it.... Before I know it, my drink is gone...and the show is over and after a while, the crowd thins out and i am on my third drink, not drunk but buzzed...but still not thinking clearly. No one is paying attention to me or so I think...for I hear:

"Rum and Coke please." The voice is deeper than I'd thought, and the owner looks my way: It's the lead singer, I gape a little.... tall, dark almost raven hair, lean...but an amazing figure, but those eyes, those eyes are grey. I look away...shamed. "Hey you, ok? Man, you look like you've been crying. Oh jeez, my name's Tom...Tom Keifer."

"Sure, you're not ashamed to be seen with the likes of me?" My tone bitter and harsh, I sigh and apologize. "God, I'm sorry...it's just been a rough night, really this past year has been."

Tom's eyes narrow in concentration," You're Vince Neil, aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's me...wish it wasn't." I lay my head down on the bar to hide my tears and raise back up to find Tom looking at me steadily, but there is NO judgement in his gaze, no pity but compassion, which shocks me.

"Yeah...I've heard about what you've been thru...and I am so sorry for the loss of your daughter, and as for the Razzle thing? Yes, you made a mistake I can tell you very much regret to say the least, but you don't seem like a bad person." Tom's words are wise, as he takes a sip of his drink.

"You know besides my bandmates...you are the only person Tom to not judge me for what I did. Thank you....my daughter, God...she was my world, I practically raised her on my own, no help or very little from my ex...I've lost everything in the past year personally, her, a good friend, I've had so much shit thrown at me, I'm drowning in it." Tears are streaming down my face at this point.

"Vince, wow...no one deserves the heartache, the pain...and the hits keep coming...I all too well know what that's like, in time I hope things will get better." Tom says sincerely. We change the subject, but still, I cry.... it's getting quite late, and I unsteadily rise to my feet. Tom panics, "Are you sure you're ok to leave? You're not driving, are you?"

I shake my head, "No I'm not ok...I don't think I will ever be ok and no I'm not driving."

"Look, I want to make sure you make it back to your hotel ok and I'll call a cab." Tom tells me reassuringly and disappears and soon comes back...the drive to the hotel is silent, me stewing in the never-ending cycle of guilt, pain, and misery....

Once outside my door....

"Vince, I hope I see you again...maybe we will, and I am sorry if this is inappropriate to ask...but what did you think of my band? OF Cinderella?" Tom smiles, but then looks sheepish.

I smile wryly but answer honestly, "Your voice...give me a run for my money. Your band, I love it...the music, the style, bluesy kind of rock. You guys I have no doubt will make it big."

"Huh, I give Vince Neil a run for his money. "Tom says in wonder, almost to himself. "I really appreciate your saying that, means a lot. Please be careful Vince...and, coincidentally I am a big fan of your band." Tom blushes at the last bit.

"Glad you are. Take care Tom and thank you again for tonight...for listening and being so kind." I tell him before we part ways and we hug, me not knowing if I'd ever see him again...I watched him walk away....

Once back in my room, I flop down on the bed with a sigh.... what night, what a day....

Things this night were set in motion for Tom and I, not just for our careers but for US. But we'd have not necessarily the world against us, but a manager who it seemed was determined to keep me down and pull us apart....and well not just Tom and I as it would ultimately turn out...

A/N: Oh, I do so hope you guys like this new book! SO many ideas for it! Drama, heartache, healing, babies and so much more is in store!