evil marceric

Valley of the damned

Marc immediately phoned Vadim up and asked what the fuck was going on. Vadim hadnt got a clue about what was going on.
"Must be ZP making up shit again i suppose. Hes always doing that and you know it. But yeah that isnt my email and like you said id message you something like that. Plus i dont know when Gees funeral is. Victoria come down here a min" Vadim shouted Victoria down and questioned her about the email and she had no clue either.
"Like i said, probably ZP but yeah sorry about this..."
His voice sounded innocent. but immediately Marc was suspicious. He hung the phone up and turned to Fred who was looking a tad suspicious too.
"Maybe it was ZP who sent that. Like he said, ZPs a bumsniff for that sort of stuff and also ZP has never took death seriously." Fred explained nerdily, having a swig of his Jack Daniels whiskey. Then Fred completely changed the subject by asking a random, weird question.
"Marc my baby" he said stretching across the clean dining table.
"We havent made love in a while. Maybe to clear our minds, could we do it tonight?" He asked grinning in hope that Marcs heart would melt and he'd give in. Marc hesitated to answer.
"I guess but i- i-" He hesitated again. "Vadims definately got something to do with this. Its just how he denied it so easily it makes me suspicious and-" Fred screamed to shut him up.
"Can we just fucking leave it!? Please i'm depressed enough as it is with the situation! Grr i hate my life so much right now eurgh" Fred was furious.
Marc reached over to Fred and kissed him lightly on the lips, holding him in a loose hug with his arms around Freds hips and then kissing longer and a bit more passionately, making Fred buck his hips into Marc.
They both ran up the stairs into the bedroom, swiping the curtains along the rail and undressing each other quickley. They kissed again but this time climbing into bed and snogging more violently and sexually, making sure they were ready for love.
Hours passed as they made love and eventually both were tired. They collapsed on their sides of the bed and were panting for breath, wheezing and gasping for air. Marcs phone went off. It was Sam, texting him with a very disturbing message.
"Hi got some shit news mate Dave has been killed and is dead. no chance of survival from him hes gone. sorry for inflicting this on u guys its rlly bad."
So Dave was now dead too. They didnt really speak to Dave anymore but feelings still shot through them as they cuddled and almost cried in each others presence.
Who was doing this? Why? Marc immediately grabbed Freds phone, went on to contacts and phones ZP, as Marc didnt have his number. Marc questioned ZP on the situation but he denied it, and he really was innocent. ZP was no longer a suspect. Vadim wasnt knocked out of the suspect table though, and Herman wouldnt do anything like this.