Oblivion | Euronymous

15 - Bloody handprints

THE NIGHT WAS UNUSUALLY QUIET as Euronymous and Ada lay tangled together on the bed, laughter and teasing words filling their shared space. He ran a hand through her hair, a thoughtful expression on his face. Ada sat crossed-legged on the bed beside him and began fidgeting with the sleeve of her designer-torn top, while Euronymous lay beside her, watching her intently.

"You know, everyone in the band has a stage name, except you," he murmured. "Why is that?"

Ada smirked, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him. "Because I don't need one. If you take away the second 'a' from Ada, you get 'Ad' — which means 'hell' in Russian. Isn't that fitting enough?"

He chuckled softly, pulling her closer. "So your name is already super metal? I should've known," he said with a playful grin, his fingers tracing light patterns along her arm. The tension that had lingered between them earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by a warmth they hadn't felt in a long time.

"You know, I'm liking you with short hair more and more." She smiled and pressed her forehead against his, her nimble fingers tugging on his hair at the scalp.

Their lips met in a brief, tender kiss, before they pulled apart, breathless and smiling, just basking in the closeness. His fingers began reaching for the hem of her top, gently grazing over the sensitive skin of her stomach. Everything felt perfect. Until the shrill ring of the phone shattered the moment.

Ada sighed and rolled off the bed into a lazy stance irritation flashing in her eyes. "I'll get it."

Walking out of their shared room she headed to the front door where the phone was sitting.

"Hello?" she asked sharply.

"Open up Ada." A voice called out, a voice she couldn't recognize due to the poor quality of the audio.

"Who's this?" she asked, confused as to how the person knew her name. The only people she knew in Olso were either in the Black Circle or her sister, and this person was neither.

"Ada, it's Varg."

Ada froze, her gaze darting to Euronymous. She covered the receiver, whispering, "It's him."

Øystein looked incredibly confused so he stood up and put some pants and a plain white flannel over his body. As he made it to the door, she handed him the phone.

"The hell are you doing here?"

She could faintly hear Varg's voice from the other side of the line. "I brought the contract you sent." He spoke through the speaker outside of their apartment.

"Why?" asked Øystein, smiling.

"You asked me to sign it, I did, and here I am."

"Could've just fucking mailed it." the boy replied, causing Ada to chuckle. She remembered Øystein writing the contract, he explained that it was supposed to transfer all rights to Burzum's music back to Varg instead of Øystein's label Deathlike Silence. He also promised to pay back all the money he owed Varg for his album. He even called him a friend, which Ada found cute.

"Yes, I could have. But I wanted this done right away. So I came over." Varg responded quickly, his tone seemed rather rude to Ada.

"All the way from Bergen?" Øystein sounded surprised, "In the middle of the night?"

"Yes!" Varg sounded desperate. "I'm here now so why don't you open the fucking door."

Ada let out an audible laugh, causing Varg on the other end to curse her out, "And tell your girlfriend to shut the fuck up." Which caused Ada to laugh even more.