Euronymous

Chapter One

I stepped into the warmth of their home from the cool air outside. It was nice. The place felt homey, cosy. My dad was a few strides ahead of me, chatting away to Mrs. Aarseth. I saw her daughter, Anita come down the stairs. She was a few years younger than me. Probably around 12 or 13 - I was 16. I could hear guitar coming from below us - probably from the basement. I could tell it was live because it wasn't very good.
"Thank you so much for coming so quickly, Svien. We really need the car this weekend for our camping trip. I'd hate to have to cancel." Mrs. Aarseth was grateful my Dad, the mechanic was able to rush over and take a look at their Volvo that was sitting in the driveway.
My older brother, Erik, was out, otherwise I would have just stayed home. But my Dad insisted I come so we could spend a little time together. He worked a lot and it was rare to have weekends to ourselves. I wasn't much help around cars though, so as Mrs. Aarseth took him outside to show him the car, I wandered.
Anita waved at me to follow her, so I did. She lead me downstairs and the guitar got louder. It was out of time, but you could tell he was persistent. I knew it was Øystein playing.
He was a little older than me, about 17. I'd known him casually through school, and around. Of course, we grew up down the road from each other, so my brother and him grew up playing together occasionally.
As we approached, she pushed the already ajar door open a little more. His long brown hair was covering his face as he swayed and moved, focussing on his finger placement. He glanced up, first seeing Anita, but then his eyes flickered to mine. The strange redhead standing a few steps behind his little sister.
His fingers slipped and he missed the next few notes. He looked away and Anita giggled. He was out of breath and pushed his hair away from his face, a slight layer of sweat around his forehead.
"Anita, get out!" He pointed at the door, but her giggle turned into a taunting kissy sound.
"Øysteins got a cruuuush!" She sang, before he growled and jumped forward, as if he's about to come after her. She ran past me back up the stairs and I laughed awkwardly.
"Hey..." I tugged at the sleeves of my hoodie.
"Hey, uh.." I realised he was waiting for my name.
"Elsie."
"Right. Where's Erik?" He asked plainly.
"Dunno. I'm just here 'cause my Dads fixing your parents Volvo." I explained. I was hyper aware of the awkward air between us. His eyes avoided mine but I almost wished they didn't. They were such a lovely shade of blue. Like the cold skies of an early morning. Not quite bright, but icy and captivating.
He didn't reply, so I figured that was my que to leave. "Good chat, Øystein." I murmured.
As I turned to go, he replied, "Euronymous."
"I'm what-a-mous?" I laughed, turning back to face him.
"I go by Euronymous now." He seemed confident suddenly. Taller. His eyes met mine, though only for a few seconds before they left again.
"Alright, Corpse-Eater." I rolled my eyes.
"You know what it means?" He called after me.
"Sure do, Price of Death." I kept walking.