Euronymous

Chapter Twenty One

T/W - sexual themes, mature themes

I'd spent the day anxiously checking the time.
My Dad had taken the morning off so he could take me out for birthday waffles. It was a long upheld tradition, since he used to work overnight shifts when I was a kid.
It was finally approaching 3pm. I sat on the couch, the tv quietly playing. I'd thrown on a pair of black jeans and an oversized sweater. I hoped it was okay, though I truthfully had no idea what to expect.
I heard a loud car horn and jumped to my feet, grabbing my messenger bag. I locked the door behind me and smiled at Øystein as I got in the passenger seat. I noticed the lack of rubbish in the car. He'd even hung an air freshener from the review mirror.
"So the abduction begins." I joked as he pulled out of the driveway. He laughed.
"Abductions don't usually begin with the captive complying so willingly."

We'd been driving for a little while. Music was playing and I could see him mouthing the words, so I turned it up. He glanced at me sideways, smiling as he began singing along, head banging and air shredding guitar any chance he got. I sat back laughing, in awe of the sight of him enjoying himself and being Øystein. No facade. No sign of Euronymous.
We'd been driving on the highway for over an hour, shit talking about bands, people we knew and life in general. I noticed he was wearing the bracelet again and smiled.
"Can I ask you something?" I wondered. I was a little nervous that my question would trigger something in him, ruining the moment. But the curiosity was too much to bear.
"That depends..." he smirked but looked anxious. He kept his eyes ahead on the road.
"Do you really believe all that stuff you say? You know... as Euronymous." I bit my thumb nail, looking out the window. I wondered if he would deny that Euronymous was an alter ego.
"Some of it." He shrugged, but I didn't want to push him.
"Are you luring me to a secluded forest to make me your Virgin sacrifice to Satan under the full moon?" My tone remained neutral and he laughed, glancing at me, revealing his perfect smile. I giggled.
"Wait..." he looked confused for a moment. "Are you a virgin?" He glanced at me, eager for my response. I pursed my lips.
"That depends if you're actually going to sacrifice me or not." He chuckled.
"Don't laugh, asshole." I rolled my eyes, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.
"I just didn't expect that." He said thoughtfully, smirking a little.
"I've done a lot of stuff. Just not that." I could feel my stomach twisting anxiously and cleared my throat.
"Hey, I'm not judging, Else." He smiled sweetly and I relaxed a bit into the seat.
It was quiet between us for a while after that. Only the music played.
I turned to him, pinching the cigarette from his lips and putting it to my own. The wind blew through the cracked open windows.
I looked around and realised just how far we were from home. Nothing but trees surrounded us.
"Are we there yet?"
"Almost." He veered the car down a long dirt road. Tall, beautiful trees lined the way. Their luscious green branches blocked the cloudy sky and I breathed in the earthy smell of the forest, immediately at ease. The car pulled into a large clearing, revealing the view of a stunning blue lake that stretched on miles. I took it in, feeling Øystein's eyes on me.
"So fucking gorgeous." I muttered as the car stopped.
"Yeah." I looked at him and realised he was staring at me. His cheeks flushed a pale pink and he opened his car door. I watched him open the trunk, pulling out a picnic blanket, some knitted blankets, a plastic grocery bag and a thermos. I took the blankets off of him as my stomach fluttered. Who the fuck is this guy?
He laid out the picnic blanket a little ways from the car on the soft grass and set the other things down before looking over at me. I was still standing by the car, a bit in shock at his romantic gesture.
"The ritual begins soon. You coming, sacrifice?" He smirked and I laughed.