Even now as I walk these streets alone I can sense the fear of many people. But it's not fear of me. Many I can see are paranoid. They've heard of what I do. What I've done. It's not a fear of me exactly. I can see some of them frantically look around. I can feel their hearts beat as I move. I sense it. Even when I am something of the dark, I move in broad daylight. But if I didn't have the pendant of light around my neck and hidden under my shirt, I'd burn and become ash as if any other of my kind would. It's just another day. Nothing is out of the ordinary. Or so it would seem. As I walk, I'm suddenly grabbed by the hood of my black sweatshirt and yanked backwards off of my feet. The force of is a dead giveaway of who's grabbed me. The name rolls into mind and I immediately seeth with rage. James Alan Hetfield. The werewolf. Mangy fucking mutt.

One-shot 'bout Ellefstaine. Enjoy!

(Sequel to "We Only Live Broken") Dave Mustaine is finally free. He's away from his abusive bandmates, safe with his old friends in Metallica. Despite the horrible memories of his time with Megadeth, he's beginning to dig himself out of the hole originally left by being kicked from Metallica. He's rebuilding his life as he recovers. However, for anyone, nothing good ever lasts long. With his former Megadeth bandmates bitter about his departure, and something he's not quite sure of developing between him and James, can he keep it together? Or will he crash back to the ground like before? (origianlly posted on rockfic)

(Metallica/Megadeth story) Dave Mustaine is...different, to say the least. Ever since he was kicked from Metallica, he hasn't been the same. Sure, he had Megadeth, but they were only created to fill the hole made by his former best friends abandoning him. By chance, Dave runs into his old bandmates one day, and they get to catching up. But James notices that Dave is hiding something, something he refuses to disclose...until it may be too late. (originally posted on rockfic, just so everyone knows I didn't steal)