Angels From Helvete 𖤐

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     Vinnie's mind was like a foggy field full of biting mosquitoes. Almost like she was hit by a police car a hundred times over. She awoke in a sweat in an unfamiliar bed. Her head pulsating like a giant's heartbeat. She let out an uncomfortable moan as she sat up, and realized she wasn't alone. Euronymous was sleeping peacefully an inch away from her. He was leant over on his side with his black hair protecting his dry face.

Her face curls in disgust and confusion all at once. She tries to wake, so she can get up and leave. She battles the hangover, and wobbles her way out of the room. She was thankful to still be clothed. When she left, she immediately recognized where she was. She was in their red wooden house in the middle of the woods. The bathroom where her and Dead did their makeup was right across from Euronymous's bedroom.

She leans against the hallway wall trying to remember all of last night. Begging that she didn't make any embarrassing mistakes that could be mentioned by the guys. She turns her head to the right and saw a door leading to another bedroom. She knew right away who's room it was.

She gave a slight knock against the wood, in hopes to hear his voice allowing her entry. No response, even after waiting for a couple minutes.

"Vinnie? Are you okay?" A mellow voice startles her from behind.

She gasped as she looked to see who it was. Dead was standing there, in an XXL t-shirt with white socks on, and a pair of underwear. His hair looked like it hasn't been brushed in weeks. His corpse makeup still fading, but mostly there.

"I feel dead." She rubs her eye, smudging her corpse makeup on her finger.

"Welcome to the life," He smiles. "What were you doing?"

"Checking to see if you were up. Were you in the kitchen?"

"Getting water," he says holding up a piss-warm filled bottle.

She looks down on his forearms. His cuts from their last performance were healing well now that she was able to tend to them. She was happy to see them looking so healthy, even though they were beginning to turn into an offish color from scabbing. She then looks at herself, and feels her naked arms.

"Dead- where's my jacket-" She asks beginning to get red.

"It's right here," He says grabbing his waist. She focuses her eyes more clearer, and finds her jacket wrapped around his torso, "I do this so I can't set it down and lose it. I've lost a lot of things due to that." He shrugs, as he gives her the jacket. She quickly throws it on and calms down.

"That's smart.. keeping things close to you so you don't lose them while wandering off," She itches her head. He nods with a tiny smile.

"Is Øystein still asleep?" He switches the subject.

"Like a baby."

"He's an ugly baby."

She chuckles, "Go see for yourself, he really is."

"You hungry at all?" He changes it again..

"No, I think I should get home soon though."

He nods, "Alright, leaving now?"

She tenses, and let's his comment sink before saying, "I have a question."

"Yeah?"

"So.. why did I wake up next to Euronymous? Did anything.. happen?"

Dead bites his tongue, deciding if he should tell her, "Want the truth?"

"Yes."

"You guys got a bit.. intimate. At the club, last night."