Save Me

A Warm Heart and My Demons

Revamped as well!

Sabrielle looked at him in amazement. 

How can he want to see me after my ugly attitude today at the cafe? She thought. Then recalling his true persona she looked around for hidden cameras. "Looking for something darling, unless I am unaware of it we are not waiting for a third person," he said wondering why she looked so paranoid all of sudden. 

"Just for your hidden cameras, Mr. rockstar, you can tell them to jump out now and yell got you! or whatever, because I see no other reason why you would be here, I'm not saying I'm not grateful for you helping me keep my job but!" Sabrielle said her paranoia increasing.

"I am not joking, there are no cameras. As for my status, I would have loved to tell you about myself during a nice dinner or talk. However, I am here on my own and I am concerned, genuinely about you" Ville said with such sincerity in his face it was hard to not believe he had a warm heart.

"So, if you still won't believe me then I will stand here open to your questions. Unless you are just going to run away again, in which case I will have to chase you, understand?" Ville said, leaning against her door.

His tall frame was both sensual and imposing. "I...um," for the first time, Sabrielle was lost for words. She wanted to scream and run, but her heart was touched by his need to help her, the shitty person she was. Any guy would have just left, this one 'pfft', could have left she thought. "Of course, I don't want to scare you so we can always do this another day," he added sweetly. Sabrielle sighed not knowing for the first time in her life what to say until she knew she had to say something.

"I'll get ready...um.....you can wait here...um...I mean in my living room," she said, feeling more embarrassed by the minute. "Thank you," he said, walking in after her.

Ville POV

As he stepped into her living room, Ville knew he was pushing her buttons a bit too harshly. Perhaps he was being too pushy and she would end up moving town the next day. Still, for the first time in his life, he did not want to give up, because if those he loved had given up on him he would not be here. 

After all, he thought, "The colder your touch, The more it turns me on, and the faster beats my heart, and baby more I love you," he thought, as he entered her loft.

It was then that Ville looked around, her place horrified. Not only did she live in a dingy area of Helsinki. Her apartment was a sole reflection of the word itself, mixed with horror. Paintings of mutilation and shadows decorated her living room. There were bottles upon bottles and broken items, plastic bottles with random pills, needles, and pipes, lying around everywhere. Fast food and beers, along with liquor, bags of what looked like cocaine, and cigarettes, were thrown in disarray. Some of her mirrors were shattered. He winced as he saw a razor with fresh blood smeared on it. The pain she was hiding was vibrating in every inch of this room. It was like a reflection of his past. Before rehab he had also been living in a place like this, nearly setting his tower on fire from a cigarette bud, and with so much filth it took weeks to clear it out. It was a reflection of the chaos in his soul and now, hers.

Song by and belongs to HIM all rights to HIM and Ville Vallo for this song and lyrics...

Sabrielle POV

Sabrielle had purposely let him in, as a test. To see if he really meant what he said. Because if he saw what she lived like, she was sure he would think twice about pursuing her. He should do it. I am not good for anyone, she thought. She hoped for this even if her heart was begging for his kind demeanor to not change. Selfishly she did not want him to give up. But who am I to keep someone like him?  she pondered.