Metal Storm

Enter The Eternal Fire

Thump.

thump.

thump...
   My heart dully, heavily thumped in my ears as I followed Eric upstairs in silence.
    "Fucking bitch!" Sebastian snarled like a rabid beast as he tried to shove me to the ground, his grip on my arm painfully tight...
    Closing my eyes, I tried to shut his voice out but it echoed in my mind again and again.
    "Eric, I- I don't wanna be alone tonight," I managed to say, touching his arm.
     Shocked at how weak my voice had come out.
     He looked at me for a second before nodding and opening the door to his own room.
     I stepped inside, glancing at the numerous posters, flags, and zines covering the wood walls and the surprising neatness of the whole place.
     "I'm gonna keep a close eye on that motherfucker from now on," Eric stated, going over to turn the night light on and close the blinds, "and if he says or does anything that makes you uncomfortable, let me or any of the others know."
       "Yeah, I will,"  I sat down on the bed, my mind still trying to process the events of the past ten minutes.
        It had been no surprise to me that Sebastian probably had at least some feelings for me. It was obvious from the way that he looked at me, the way he looked away whenever I caught him staring, the way he'd treated me differently from anyone else in the band....
         "Oh god," I heard myself say, my entire dinner threatening to heave itself up.
         Eric looked over at me with concern in his dark eyes.
        "You feeling alright?," he asked
        "I've been worse," I replied, not wanting him to worry about me more than he already was.
        He frowned, biting his lip.
        "Fuck that guy," he ground out, "as soon as Morgan's done with the mixing, he's out.
         "Who's gonna replace him?"
         Eric smirked devilishly, leaning back on his armchair.
         "Take a guess." 
         I furrowed my brows as if I was thinking really hard.
          "Your brother perhaps?" I said, trying not to chucked at the thought.
          Eric snorted and slapped his thigh.
          "Oh, fuck no, dude."
          "Well, who is it then."
          "Kristina," the guitarist answered, "I talked to her over the phone earlier today while you were at work, told her what was going on and all."
         My brows shot up.
         "Wait, what about her mother?" I asked, recalling how strict she had been about her daughter wanting to play in a band.
          "She's moving out soon so she won't have to worry about that controlling bitch anymore, thank fuck"
           I felt a sigh of relief leave me. Although I hadn't gotten to know Kristina that well, I'd missed her kind nature and quiet sympathy. And most of all, I was glad that we didn't have much longer to put up with Sebastian.
          Shivers ran down my spine just at the thought of him.
         "She's coming over here in two weeks," Eric continued, "as soon as Morgan is done with the mixing, that asshole's out."
         I shuddered not wanting to know how he would react if he knew that Eric was planning on kicking him out.
        "He's going to be so mad."
        "Oh yeah, no doubt about that but he's been asking for it almost since he first got here," Eric said with a shrug, "anyways, let's get some sleep. We have our promo shoot tomorrow, remember?"
        "Shoot, I almost forgot about it." I said flopping down on the bed and rubbing my forehead in frustration, "it's at that church, right?"
         The guitarist nodded as he walked over to the bathroom before opening the door and sticking his head out.
         "I'm gonna change into my pjs, I'll be right back"
         "I'll change too," I replied.
         A few minutes later, we were both changed,  me in my nightgown and Eric into a faded old Iron Maiden shirt and pj pants with skulls all over them, and lying comfortably under his cozy sheets.
         "I hope Sebastian doesn't pull any shit tomorrow."
         "Me too," I breathed.
          For a few seconds we both lay in silence underneath the blankets in comfortable bliss, the only light in the room coming from the silvery moonlight that filtered through the ratty blinds. Shifting closer to Eric, I hesitated before laying my head on his chest. At first, he tensed but then I felt him gently wrap an arm around me, holding me close to him. And that was how we both fell asleep that night.