Stay With Me

7

Vanessa smiled as she danced around the bedroom, pulling out the perfect outfit to wear for her night out. Glancing behind her she smiled at her boyfriend as he listened to his music and wrote down some new song lyrics. She had begged Dead to go out with her and her friends, but the vocalist claimed he was behind on new material and needed a bit of alone time to work on it before Euronymous threw another fit. Almost as if sensing her gaze, Dead looked up from his papers and grinned back at her. Her heart raced at the sight; his smile was one of many things she loved most about him. Rarely would he ever really smile around the other guys, but when he did, it was as if he were lighting up the room.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go with me, Pelle?" she pressed once again.

Dead shook his head. "If I don't come up with something new Euronymous is going to kill me. Besides, club type parties aren't really my thing. I'm sure your friends would like to spend some one-on-one time with you anyway. We can walk to the river when you come home or even through the cemetery again if you want."

"I'd like that a lot, Pelle."

Turning his attention back to his papers, Vanessa began to get dressed. Unlike most of her friends, Vanessa's outfit wasn't too revealing or even provocative. She preferred to keep it simple with her camouflage cargo pants and simple black crop top and her combat boots to complete the look. Her makeup, on the other hand, was always over the top and had become heavily inspired by Dead's corpse paint. Once she had finished putting her makeup on and straightened out her hair she turned and looked at Dead once again.

"You look beautiful," he praised as he stood from his desk, pulling her into his arms. "Do you really have to leave me here all by myself?"

Vanessa could feel the heat rise to her cheeks as he pressed his lips against her neck. "I'll be back as fast as I can, Pelle, I promise. You still could sneak away for a while with me and come have some fun."

Smirking, he bit down lightly causing her to groan. "Perhaps I'll join you next time. I promise I'll be here waiting for you to come back."

Just as she was about to press further, the sound of a car horn captured their attention.

Dead motioned towards the door. "I think your friends are here to steal you."

"I'll be back soon, Pelle, I promise. I love you," she said before kissing him once more.

"I love you too. Be safe, my little demon."

Dead sighed as she walked out the door to her friend's car, his heart feeling heavy once again. He wanted so badly to go with her and have a good time with her, but Euronymous had made it clear that he wasn't liking the fact that Dead hadn't produced a new song in the last few days. He looked down at the papers, a few more lines and he could probably call it a night and focus on spending the night in the graveyard with Vanessa. Leaning back against the wall, he grabbed his pen and continued to write.

Vanessa tried her best to keep up the fake smile while she danced with her friends, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

"Cheer up, Nessa!" yelled her closest friend Melanie. "I'm sure you and Pelle will have some fun once you're home!"

"Yeah!" encouraged Natasha. "It's not very often we get to see you outside of work anymore! You're always cooped up in the house!"

"Speaking of seeing you, I think you have an admirer," laughed Melanie as she nodded towards a man not too far from them.

Vanessa's smile fell as the man's gaze intensified, turning into an almost menacing smirk. Turning back to face Melanie and Natasha, they had disappeared with two men of their own. The panic started to rise as the man approached her, the smirk never once leaving his lips. He was almost slightly smaller than Dead, but definitely had a bit more muscle in his arms with short matted down black hair that made his appearance all the more unsettling. Trying to be discreet, Vanessa slowly made her way to the back of the club to find the telephone.