Euronymous

Chapter three

T/W - Alcohol use, mature themes

"Elsie, can you drive me to a party?" Erik had knocked on my door. I was laying on my bed, PJ pants on, book in hand.
"Why can't Dad take you?" I grumbled in response.
"He's had a few. Passed out on the couch about an hour ago." He gave me a pity smile. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I hated when Dad did that. But he worked hard, and if that's how he wanted to spend his Friday night, so be it.
"Alright, give me a few."
"Don't get dolled up. I just need a ride, not a chaperone." He muttered, walking away.
I didn't plan on it. But I also didn't plan on staying in my pyjamas.
It took ten minutes, and I was walking downstairs in a pair of ripped denim jeans, a black t shirt and one of Erik's old leather jackets. He'd grown out of it a few years back, but it fit me almost perfectly. I let my hair down and tied my boots as I sat on the bottom step of the stairs.
"Ready?" I called out. Dad's loud snore was the first response I got. I decided to write him a quick note, sticking it on the empty can of beer that sat in front of him as he slept uncomfortably on the couch.
The drive was longer than I had anticipated. Most of Erik's friends lived around 10-15 minutes from us. He had me heading out of town. I'd never driven out this way before.
"Where the fuck are we going?" I muttered. It was dark, the street lights were few and far between.
"Hellhammer, Euronymous and their new front man, Dead have a place out here. They're having a house warming." He said it casually, but immediately I was relieved that I'd gotten dressed.

I nodded along to the music, following the scarce directions he gave me until we saw a lively house appear. There were quite a few people here already, but I could tell it was still early hours. The music was loud, the fire was going and I drove the car onto the grass, parking a little ways from the house.
A few people shouted hellos to Erik and gave me nods, or simply stared. I hadn't really hung around their crowd before. I was just Erik's little sister to them, or a complete stranger.
Erik turned to me, probably about to tell me to leave, when a boy with long blonde hair approached us.
He had a sweet demeanour, a kind smile and he interrupted Erik by greeting him.
"Dead! Hey. This is my sister, Elsie." Erik introduced us.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Can you help with my corpse paint?" He asked, looking at me expectantly. I was a little taken aback, but nodded.
"Uh, sure."
Just like that, I'd followed him upstairs to the tiny bathroom. The house was trashed, but I suppose that's to be expected when you have 3 young musicians living there. Metal ones at that.
It didn't smell like a field of flowers either, but living with two men my whole life had prepared me for this.
The bathroom was small and Dead lead me in. To my surprise, Øystein was already there, posing in the mirror, his head tilted down and his eyes looking up. He looked startled as we walked in, like we'd caught him. I stifled a laugh but couldn't hide my smile.
"Elsie." He greeted me in a low voice, nodding at me. I nodded back.
I was applying the white to Dead's face with a sponge, he sat on the rim of the dirty bathtub. It was uncomfortable for everyone, but I was intrigued by him. "Why did you choose the name Dead?" I asked him. I tilted his chin to the right, applying the makeup evenly.
"It's what I should be." He replied, simply and calmly. His blonde hair was tucked behind his ears. I could feel Øysteins presence to my left in the doorway. I couldn't tell if he was watching, but it felt like his eyes were on me.
I started on the black, and Dead and I made small talk. He even told me his real name. Pelle.
"You're very easy to talk to." He said, almost observantly. "I'm glad." I replied, smiling.
"Alright, Dead. You look dead." I'd finished his make up. He looked in the mirror, pleased, I could tell, but trying not to smile as it would ruin the aesthetic. His eyes were kind though.
I went to tidy up the clown paint but Øystein approached. "My turn." He said, swigging his beer. He placed it on the counter behind me, leaning in slightly to do so. He was in black jeans and a black muscle tank, with silver chains around his neck. He sat, patiently waiting for me to begin - his eyes seemed nervous though.
I gathered more white on the sponge and leaned down toward his face. As I applied the face paint, I could feel the heat from his skin on mine. I'd never been this close to him before. I had to move to get a better angle, spreading my legs slightly so I could lean to one side with more stability. I quickly noticed his leg move, sliding between mine. I became increasingly aware of my breathing and tried to keep it steady. My hands were shaking slightly as I started on the black around his eyes.
"Look up." I instructed quietly. Piercing blue.
I hesitated for a moment before continuing to brush the paint beneath his eyes.
The party grew louder outside and I could hear more people arriving.
"There... terrifying." I smirked, pulling away, somewhat reluctantly once I'd finished.
He looked in the mirror, taking it in. Pelle came in with a wicked grin.
"Perfect. Now remember, everyone out there is a pathetic, worthless little insect." He stood beside Øystein and they posed in the mirror. I pretended to busy myself, tidying up, but couldn't help but watch.
"We are lords of chaos!" Pelle exclaimed, scrunching his face and raising devil horns.
"Destructor of worlds!" Øystein attempted to sound dark, using a deep voice.
Pelle laughed, as did I.
"No..?" Øystein blushed, even through the white face paint. I followed them downstairs to find Erik.
Øystein spun around suddenly before he walked outside, turning back to me. "Stay." Was all he said, before he was whisked away by Dead.