Kiss of Death- Dave Mustaine Fanfiction

Kiss of Death

You'll grow to loathe my name
You'll hate me just the same
You won't need your breath
And soon you'll meet your death
Not from the years, not from the use
Not from the tears, just self abuseWho's to say, what's for me to say...be...do
Cause a big nothing it'll be for me
The land of opportunity
The golden chance for me
My future looks so bright
Now I think I've seen the lightCan't say what's on my mind
Can't do what I really feel
In this bed I made for me
Is where I sleep, I really feel
I warn you of the fate
Proven true to late
Your tongue twist perverse
Come drink now of this curse
And now I fill your brain
I spin you round again
My poison fills your head
As I tuck you into bed
You feel my fingertips
You won't forget my lips
You'll feel my cold breath
It's the kiss of death - Megadeth

"Can we talk?" You said this rather stiffly noting the circumstances that surrounded us. I exhaled sharply while turning towards my kids only to see them fast asleep on the couch. I nodded my head and followed him to the back of the house. Looking back on that night it was almost too perfect almost as if it were planned. I country night was so clear. You could see the stars in the night time and hear the crickets chipping. It was peaceful and serene; completely unlike anything we've ever experienced in our lives with and without each other.

"How are you doing?" You asked lighting up a cigarette.

"Fine, I suppose." I shrugged.

"You are doing good for yourself. I saw that last movie you were in you were great." You stated while looking away from me.

"Thanks."

For awhile the awkwardness in the air consumed us. We laid there quiet for quite a few minutes. However, those few minutes felt like damn near hours. I was weird sitting next to you like this after all this time. I felt pretty out of place here. It was the quiet country styled life. It was nothing like you or me were ever accustomed to. I mean sure Nashville is to some extent modernized, but it is still very country in my eyes. I mean what would you expect? We both grew up in La Mesa, California the south to us was San Diego and that was only a mere nine miles away from us.

"Look Pam,", You began trying to break the ice between us once more. "I love you. I fucking miss you. I was a fucking idiot and I accept that." You sighed deeply than ran a hand through you still bright long red hair. You flicked the ashes off of your cigarette than turned to face me in what I could only describe as the most heartfelt facial expression you have ever given me in a long time. "I wish I could go back a fix what I broke. I was a fuck up. I can admit that. I wish I could cared for you better. I wish I wouldn't have hurt you like I did back then. You were special to me, Pamina. Hell, you still are. I just wish you would find it in yourself to forgive me. If you want a divorce go ahead I'll sign those papers, but I just want to let you know that despite my inability to properly display how much I care for you over the years I still love you madly."

You finished looking looking away from me in slight embarrassment as a barely visible pink tinked your cheeks. I turned away from you looking down towards my fidgeting hands. Well, wouldn't I be damned. After all these years you could still drive me up a wall insane. I began to pick around the skin of my fingers when you suddenly clasped my left hand within your right and held it in your lap.

I looked towards you in mild shock as my eyes widened in embarrassment. I felt this strange feeling pit down within my metaphorical heart, but realistically it was my stomach. It was coiling and caving inside of itself. Yet, for some reason it was this familiar feeling that I wasn't displeased by. If anything I felt ready to welcome it back in. Maybe I could do the same for you as well.

"Dave, why now of all times?" I questioned still uncertain of your motives. "Why are you this willing to-" You suddenly cut me off by forcefully grabbing me by my upper arms and pulling me towards you and seizing my lips. Yet, unlike the last time we kissed it felt heartfelt, genuine, real, and not merely contributed due to lust or mere disinterest in me. I felt actually and truly wanted by you again. You were calm and gentle towards me, as if I would simply break under your grasp. I felt loved again. I felt like I wanted to cry, but I cried so much that this well has finally gone dry.

As I looked down I saw you slip our marital rings onto my finger. I looked down and gasped suddenly finding something wet slide down my pale face and drop into the abyss.

"I know you want me to sign those papers, and I will. I just want to give this back to you before you left." I nodded and turned away from him as I made my way back to inside the house to find my kids up but still not attentive. I smiled towards them and brought them back out to my car so we could go back to the hotel I reserved.

Yet still as I was driving through the dark country side of Tennessee you were the only thing that still remained on my mind. Then I realized that even though I loathed your name when you kissed me it was nothing but the kiss of death.