Kiss of Death- Dave Mustaine Fanfiction

Light My Fire

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire - The Doors 

The awkwardness seemed to simmer down after that little stunt you pulled. You seemed to act more casual around me, and seemed to not be as hard as you previously were on me. You still heavily flirting with me and teasing me. I still became flustered every time, to the point of stuttering when you would even sling one of your arms around my shoulders.

After the week and a half of arduously working on the project we had finally completed it. However, we didn't part ways. We still conversed and talked with each other, but the air between us was much more friendly and was tense at least in that way. Undoubtedly, the hatred in the air vanished, but that was replaced with this weird sexual tension that made me act ever more awkward and uncoordinated around you. However, I didn't mind it one bit. You were bringing out new parts of me that I never knew existed. My lack of libido and social interaction was only fed and fueled by you, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

You later went to ask me out for the night. It was a Friday night, and while most kids went out on dates to the bookstore, record store, or the movies that wasn't what you had in mind. You came to my house around 7:30 pm. My mother welcomed you inside of our small quant little house and eyed your appearance up and down in disgust. Your long, still growing, shaggily, messy, unkept hair, ripped jeans, combat boots, and your wrinkled Led Zeppelin t-shirt.

I could see my mother grit and grind her teeth in disgust as she gazed upon your rather informal appearance. However, she forced a stiffened grin upon your face and invited you inside of our house. She began to interrogate you, since she only wanted the very best for her  dear daughter.

I saw you mirroring her forced smirk. She couldn't necessarily say anything to you since you weren't acting up or anything infant of her. She later gave me permission to leave with you after she had met you and we made our way to the surprise location.

"Dave," I looked up at you confused. "Where are we going? This is far away from any of the other stores on the strip." 

You smirked down at me, and ruffled my hair slightly almost like I was some small naive child. "Don't worry about it." We continued to walk along the naked narrow path away from the rest of society until we came across the worn down, dark, shady, small looking building and lot. No one was standing around outside. You opened the shop door, and insisted on me going in first. I was fearful, and I had every right to be. This place was isolated from the rest of La Mesa, California, and looked like trouble lingered around it. This was obviously not my natural surrounding or anything I was even remotely accustomed to.

Once I entered the building the pungent yet strong smell of marijuana, alcohol, and nicotine cigarettes filled the air making it almost impossible for me to breathe. And loud punk and metal music flooded my ears making it almost futile to even try and hear the other patrons, you, or even myself. I was obviously uncomfortable. I didn't even fit in with the aesthetic of the place. My long black and white polkadot dress, slightly heeled black Mary Janes, and bright red lips matched nothing all the other people frequenting this place. However, you on the other hand were as usual nothing but casual, calm, and used to these surroundings. You must have been here before. Why would you act so mellow otherwise?

I began to fiercely gripped onto your hand as I began to frantically look around. You gently squeezed my hand back in response and pulled me towards you and began to delicately pet my head and simultaneously comb through my hair with your fingers. I gazed into your  hazel eyes as yours bore into my own blue ones. 

"You're going to be fine, Pamina. I wouldn't bring you somewhere if I knew there would be some sort of problem or that you would be in danger. Just trust me on this one okay?"

I nodded hesitantly and further traveled into this strange new place along with you.

 It was a rather small place, yet very spacious. The walls were all painted a dreadful, black but were heavily decorated with band and movie posters. The patrons seemed to also be a part of the interior. It seemed like they belonged here, which only made it even more blatantly obvious that I myself didn't. Both the men and the women wore all black. However, there were distinct differences between the two genders. For starters the women all wore fishnets, black makeup, short bob cut styled hair that was still spunky, baggy hole riddled band tees, and black combat boots. The men on the other hand wore no makeup had long hair that seemed the reach the ends of their backs, black ripped jeans, some sort of band tee, and sneakers, or combat boots. They were all sitting around drinking, smoking, sitting around playing guitar, reading, or conversing with others.

It wasn't until you snapped me out of my endless gaze and dragged me to the back room that I broke my thoughts. You began to shuffle something within your right jean pocket. You then fished out two rolled up pieces of paper which I assumed to contain cannabis. I was very hesitant and scared as you held out one towards me expecting me to take one and inhale. You got annoyed  and lit it for me anyway, forced my lips open, and plopped it in between my ruby red lips.

"Don't just stand there. Inhale." You instructed.

I did. The time to hesitate was through.  I had no time to wallow. I had to try it now and I could only lose. At first I felt this fear consume the entirety of my body, however, after it reached my lungs I felt  feeling of relief occupy my body as a whole. It began to mellow out all of my frigid senses and allowed me to finally not be as uptight as I usually was. I felt completely in a dreary daze. It distilled my cold exterior and interior and drew me closer to you.

I began to wrap my small arms and figure around your body, then you looked down towards me and genuinely smiled ever so slightly.

"I think I love you, Dave." I whispered out. Normally if all my senses were back to normal I wouldn't have been able to openly admit this to you out of fear of being turned down, and of complete and utter embarrassment. However, now I couldn't care less.

When I stated this all too confidently and quietly you gazed back down towards me  and gently brushed my blonde bangs from out of my face. You leaned down and planted a compassionate, yet short and delicate kiss upon my small yet full lips. 

"I think I love you too, Pamina." You whispered hushed out almost afraid to admit your feelings toward me to yourself.

I'm having fun. Those drugs you gave me made me dumb, yet extremely happy. It felt like we were floating on clouds. The sun is gone and the day was done, but you allowed me to inhale and intake a piece of your soul with it. I also believed then and still believe now that you took a piece of mine that day as well. But I could be wrong. After all,  I think I'm dumb. Plus we couldn't get much higher. Baby, you light my fire. You set my night on fire.