Stay With Me

6

"Euronymous, all we're saying is that you need to stop being such a control freak," snapped Hellhammer.

What they thought would be a simple meeting followed by rehearsal had turned out to be an ongoing four hour fight. Vanessa leaned her head against the palm of her hand watching Dead reach for another beer.

"I'm not a damn control freak," Euronymous argued. "If people would do their fucking jobs instead of going off with their damn girlfriend we wouldn't have this problem! Or do you fuckers not take this band seriously anymore?"

Hellhammer glared. "You need to lay off her, Euronymous. She's been the best thing to ever happen to Dead and you know it. For fucks sake he has actually started eating and doesn't cut to the point of almost killing himself! You should be fucking happy for him."

"What about the fans? They come out to see the most brutal show we can give them and right now that isn't happening. So either we need to figure something the hell out and get back on track or she needs to fucking go!"

Dead slammed the beer bottle down on the table, silencing the room. "If you send her away, Euronymous, then you best start looking for a new vocalist. I'll take her and go back to Sweden."

"You can't leave, Pelle," started Necro. "You're one of the best vocalists we have. Granted the shows haven't been as bloody as before, but we can figure something out."

Hellhammer nodded in agreement. "What about using fake blood and maybe going back to pigs heads? If we use the fake blood all we would really need to do is change up the lighting and work from there. It wouldn't be totally impossible."

Vanessa smiled. "I know a few people from work who deal with fake blood and special effects makeup, I'm sure they would be willing to help out."

"Seriously?" yelled Euronymous. "You seriously think that bullshit is gonna fly?"

Vanessa rolled her eyes in annoyance. "At least give it a chance, Euronymous, it's not the worst idea."

Reaching his arm across the table, he smacked the side of Vanessa's head. "Was I fucking talking to you?"

Knocking his chair over, Dead grabbed Euronymous by his jacket. "I dare you to lay a finger on her again. If you have a problem with me then I suggest you take it up with me and leave her out of it. I have no issue with beating the ever living shit out of you if you ever touch her again."

Hellhammer patted Dead's shoulder. "Good for you, Pelle. Now, let him go and let's wrap this clusterfuck up because I'm starting to get hungry. Ness, go ahead and give your effects people a call and tell them we're interested. As for you, Euronymous, you best get used to the idea that she's not going anywhere; because if we lose the best vocalist we have I will personally beat your scrawny ass."

Euronymous rolled his eyes, grumbling in response as Dead let him go. "Screw you guys I'm going out."

"We still need to practice for the show, man," argued Necro. "We play in a week so don't be screwing around."

"I'll be back once I've cooled off. As for you guys, do whatever you want. I don't give a shit if she stays or not, but if she's gonna be here then more songs need to be worked on instead of slacking off."

"He is such a drama queen," snickered Hellhammer. "Come on, guys, I'll make us all some lunch. Pelle, any special requests?"

Dead shrugged. "I'm good with whatever you decide. I'm going outside for a little walk, I'll be back soon."

Vanessa placed a soft kiss on his lips before he made his way out the door, leaving her with Necro and Hellhammer.

Necro crossed his arms. "You sure do love him, huh?"