Infinite Soulmates

Showtime

Warning: This chapter contains subject matter of attempted rape, self harm and vampirism.  Please do not read if you are sensitive to any of the subject matter.  Thank you!  Happy reading!

About two hours later, Jorn came crashing in your room and just stood there with his jaw and eyes wide open, the two of you shot up and Pelle yelled,
"Jorn! What the fuck man?!?" As he pulled the covers up over your naked body.
"Sorry, just wanted to let you know that it is time to leave soon for the gig."
"Oh my God!" You said, "I forgot to set the alarm! I'm so sorry Pelle."
      "Don't worry, I didn't see anything."
"Thanks for waking us Jorn." Pelle said.
Jorn walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.  Pelle turned to you and the door swung open again, Jorn popped his head back in and said very creepily,
     "I SAW EVERYTHING!!"
You and Pelle shot out of bed and to save time the two of you took a shower together.  No funny business tonight.  You guys were in and out.  Pelle got dressed and pulled another chair up to your vanity and watched you put your makeup on.  He talked to you the entire time and warmed up his vocals.  You were quick in getting ready so that you wouldn't make the guys late.  Once you were all ready, Pelle rounded up the band and said,
"Let's go!"
Everyone piled in the Jeep and you started it and started driving down to the Springs for their gig!  You were so excited that you were finally going to get to see your boyfriend perform!  You sped all the way without getting pulled over and pulled into the back parking lot for performers.  Everyone piled out of the car and ran up the back stairs of The Black Sheep, flung the door open and went to the dressing room.  Craig came back and said,
"WOW, glad you guys made it a little early." You looked at him and said,
"It's my fault, I forgot to set the alarm and we overslept."
"You're good!  You're here in enough time to get then ready to go on, so no worries."
You all breathed a sign of relief and Pelle and Oystein went to put on their corpse paint to become Dead and Euronymous. When Pelle turned around you couldn't believe your eyes.  He looked like an evil corpse and it literally sent chills up your spine.  You were looking at your boyfriend who wasn't your boyfriend.  Pelle was completely in character.  When you asked him a question, he answered as Dead. 
"Pelle, is there anything I can get you before you go on?"  You asked and he replied with,
"Pelle's not here right now, come back after the show."
You didn't know if he was joking with you or if he was being serious, but for whatever reason he was doing this, you didn't want to question his methods as an artist, so you went along with it.
Craig popped his head into the dressing room and said,
"Five minutes to showtime."
You walked over to Dead and said,
"I'm going out there now. I'll be sitting at the bar."
He looked at you with emotionless eyes.  You stared at him for a minute, gave him a half smile and started to walk away. Then you felt his hand take yours and he pulled you back. You looked up at his black and white painted face and he said,
"I love you."  He bent down and gave you a small peck on the lips.  You smiled and said,
"I love you too. Good luck out there!"  He smiled back and you went out to the bar.

When you got out to the club area, you walked over to the bar and took the last available seat.  The club was packed and all you could hear was the deafening sound of everyone talking.  Different conversations but it all sounded like one.  The crowd was predominantly young men, you got stares as you were one of the few females there.  A few wolf whistles and cat calls. Within minutes, the lights went out and you heard a voice growling,
"ONLY BLACK IS TRUE...ONLY DEATH IS REAL..." Then the lights went on and you heard the all to familiar first few notes of Deathcrush and your boyfriend growl the opening verse.  You let out a loud whistle and put your hands over your head and clapped.  The entire crowd was going absolutely wild. There was a sea of long hair flying everywhere as everyone in the crowd was head-banging.  You sat on that bar stool completely captivated by the band, they were amazing and crushing it.  Pelle was thrashing his head side to side in a figure eight motion and stopped whenever he had to sing.  There were people jumping up on stage and jumping back into the crowd.  They didn't waste any time getting into the second song which was Necrolust. 
Song after song they continued to stir up the crowd in utter excitement.  Halfway through their set you noticed two metal heads staring at you.  You quickly turned your attention back to the stage thinking it was nothing.  You were still feeling eyes on you and glanced back over and noticed they were still staring at you fiendishly, and again you turned your eyes back to the stage.  You asked the bartender to give you a beer.  He put a napkin down in front of you and placed the bottle on top of it.  You paid and tipped him and took a sip of your beer.  By the time they started playing Chainsaw Gutfuck, you looked back over and noticed that those creeps were gone and breathed a sigh of relief.  Just as you were turning to look back up at the stage, you felt a hand on your back and both of those guys were standing on either side of you at the bar.
"What are you drinking?" One of them asked.
"I'm not drinking anything else, this is my last drink.  I'm done."
You felt a second hand on your back as the other one said,
"Aww, come on, don't be that way.  We just want to buy you a drink."
"I appreciate that, but like I said, I'm done drinking for the night, so you can just move along."
The two of them leaned forward and looked at each other and one of them grabbed your arms and held them behind your back and the other one moved forward and started to in front of you and started to grope you.  You started screaming and no one came to your rescue because no one could hear you.  He had his hand between your legs and then you felt his other hand grab one of your breasts.  His friend had a tight grip on your arms and as the one feeling you up try to move in to kiss you, you spit in his face.  He back handed you across the face and all of a sudden you heard what sounded like a mic drop and before you knew it you saw Dead grab the guy by the back of the hair, turn him around and clock him square in the face.  His friend tried to sucker punch your boyfriend and he blocked it and turned him in the opposite direction and put his foot on the guys back and kicked him across the bar.  Dead took your hand and brought you to the front of the stage, he grabbed your face and looked at the welt.  He leaned in and screamed in your ear so that you could hear,
"Stay right here and don't move."
He hopped back on stage and finished the song.  The guys looked puzzled as to why he had jumped off the stage.  Dead walked over to Necrobutcher and said something in his ear.  He looked over at you and his face tightened and immediately turned red.  He was pissed.  After the song was over, everyone walked off the stage except Dead, who reached down and pulled you up on stage and walked you to the dressing room with him.  Once you were back there he sat you down, kneeled in front of you and softly grabbed your face. 
"What happened?" He asked.
"Those two guys...one was holding me and the other one put his hand between my legs and grabbed my tits, so I spit in his face and he backhanded me!"
"I only saw him backhand you and that's when I jumped off the stage. WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS PUTTING HIS HANDS ON YOU LIKE THAT?!?"
You immediately started crying and although he had his corpse paint on you were now dealing with Pelle.  He pulled you into him and comforted you.  The other guys were asking if those guys were still in the club.
"What did they look like?" Oystein asked.
You gave them the description of the two creeps and while Pelle was hugging you, you heard the door open and shut.
"Let me see that eye." He put his fingers under your jaw and looked at the welt that was there. You could see his blood begin to boil.
"I should've killed that motherfucker when I had the chance." He said, "I can't believe that he touched you like that!"  He sat on the couch backstage and had you sit on his lap. You curled up in his arms feeling broken and violated.  Pelle held you tightly, kissing your forehead and rubbing your thigh to comfort you and signal to you that you were safe.
"No one will hurt you ever again, I promise." He said, "Tomorrow night, I want you to stay on the wing of the stage, ok?"
You nodded your head to agree with him.