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

Chapter 2-Reflections on Broken Glass (Tom Keifer)

In my cab, alone with my thoughts of the night.... hmm, Night Songs as it were.  Are Running thru, my head on a loop, especially my encounter with Vince Neil. At the Empire Club...I'd caught his eyes, at first, I wasn't sure it was him. But what really struck me, were those eyes...those brown eyes, not blue as you'd think...eyes that were so full of tears, such pain and sadness. A lonely island in a crowded sea, he looked like he could use a friend...or someone to be friendly to him. So, then I'd met him after the show at the bar, and it was indeed Vince Neil it turned out. I couldn't believe how sad and depressed he was, he'd been thru so much...the accident with Razzle (Which  I could tell he VERY much regretted), his wife or ex never having been there, the loss of his child to cancer, and I knew there was something else bothering him. I did what I could, to be a friendly ear...I can tell yes, he may've done bad things, but he wasn't a bad person. I very much imagine, the hell he's been thru and gets put thru.

So, when I alluded to Vince, about the heartache and all...the hits that keep coming but did not come right out and say anything about it...but that I understood only all too well. See, he wasn't the only one drowning....no, I'm not talking about trying to make it. The heartache and the heartbreak and the pain of what life throws at you....

I'd been in love once or so I'd thought...it wasn't love, really it was a toxic relationship....i too lost a child, not to cancer...but a miscarriage brought on by my partner...as I'd gotten pregnant at 17 and ended up being kicked out of my house, but thank god my bassist and good friend Eric Brittingham took me in along with his parents but Yeah THAT fucking sucked, the whole being kicked out and all...still does, and then ever since the hits kept coming...in love and in life...me wondering what the hell am I doing all this for ultimately?....or who?

Before I know it, I am back home...in my little apartment, alone.... i decide to call the guys, and chat for a bit...but then after deciding I need a shower....and to think more....

I sigh heavily as the hot spray hits me, tears gathering in my eyes as I delve back into my thoughts...

I had to talk to him.... I HAD to, despite the pain in those eyes.... he I must admit is a handsome guy, I can tell Vince has a good heart despite everything.... He was buzzed tonight, not really drunk per say, but I felt that he didn't need to be going to wherever he was going alone. I don't judge him, how can I? to me that would be wrong...it FEELS wrong. Making sure he got to his hotel ok, I hugged him...he really needed it and quite frankly so do I. I couldn't help but ask him, what he thought of Cinderella. Vince's smile was wry, but his answer was honest, him saying that he loved our style and that I gave him a run for his money vocal wise which honestly floors me...I keep wondering, will I ever see him again? And was there a spark of hope in his eyes when we parted or did, I imagine it?

I managed to get clean and dry out my mane of hair....and change into lounge pants and slip under my covers yet am unable to fall asleep....

"Well, this suck." I grumble rolling over staring at the wall as I'd been facing the window. My thoughts go straight back to Vince Neil. Our encounter replays once again and my tears fall. Why DOES it bother me so bad? Because I hate seeing him hurt? I don't even know him...

Now I know why it bothered me, because for one thing: we had both been thru some trauma...but the real reason, it turns out is we were both in our own ways looking for redemption and whether we knew it or not, we'd formed a connection when we met...

"Oh Vince...I hope you will be ok.... i HOPE I'll be ok...." I whisper into the silence...the thick and lonely silence. Somehow, I manage to fall asleep and when I do I dream...I dream of Vince....

I find myself in a hospital bed, seemingly pregnant...very pregnant, maybe about 3 months but look bigger because I seem to be carrying twins...Vince is before me pacing, agitated...sad....

"Tom...I don't understand.... why didn't you come to me? Why the fuck did you just leave with no explanation, you didn't answer any of my calls...I FOUGHT for you, fought to get you back. It broke my heart.... but that being said...I know why you did what you did...it was because of Doc. He succeeded in breaking us apart, but I realize that you did it because you loved me...to protect me. But too from what I've been told.... your morning sickness has been a motherfucker...I didn't realize you were pregnant until you'd left...then I assumed it had been a month since our first time then. Tom, I...I...God, baby...I am SO sorry that I put you thru this, all that bullshit with Doc, I know it's not easy being in my world but baby, I LOVE YOU. I am sorry..."

I cut him off, "Vince...you have every right to be angry with me. I thought I was doing the right thing, he'd threatened me...I thought he'd back the fuck off for you...but I should've given you an explanation, I was too sick and too ashamed to answer your calls. Jeff told me I was an idiot, Sixx called me a 'dumbass' ...they are right, I mean fuck...Doc tried the same shit with them. Vince, I swear I NEVER meant to hurt you so bad...it nearly killed me. And you are right about all of it. You I realize are worth EVERYTHING...I've missed you so damn bad...I love you Vin, I LOVE YOU." I cry as carefully he wraps me in an embrace...

Then the scene shifts....

I am no longer pregnant, but I seem to be standing in the wings of a backstage area.....the roar of the crowd can be heard...it sounds like thunder, suddenly Vince comes into view...holding two children...OUR children. A little girl and a boy seeming to be about 2, who are excited to see me.

Vince smiles, "Hey babe...they begged me to come see momma. Thought we'd all wish you good luck before you head out on stage. And we missed you."

"Well, I know I missed the three of you." I grin, Vince pulls me to him in a kiss and I notice the flashes of gold on our fingers.... I turn to my children, "Momma's gotta go play for lots of people.... It's a festival just like daddy did the other day. I love you."

"Love momma, Love daddy." They Chorus....

I wake up twisted in the sheets, trapped....it seems to be morning now...those dreams? I think they were dreams, felt so real...but they will never come true.... never. Or at least that's what I am telling myself.... Too much heartache, too much sorrow...too many hits.... Love is such a fairytale.... or is it?

A/N: Tom's impressions on meeting Vince, the things he's kept from Vince, wondering if they'll ever meet again and dreams...or visions of the future? Perhaps in time they will both save one another...