Fan Fiction ❯ Black Roses And Milk Chocolate ❯ The Meeting From Hell! ( Chapter 2 )

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Motley Crue or my friend Josh.

 

Josh: SO that's all I am to you, a friend?

 

Satari: Josh not now babe, I'm busy.

 

Josh: So I mean nothing to you?

 

Satari: You know that's not true, it's just in this fic. You're my friend okay, not my boyfriend.

 

Josh: *pouts*

 

Satari: Oh all right. *Jumps onto his lap* Happy now?

 

Josh: Immensely. *Grins*

 

Chapter 1: The Meeting from Hell!

 

“I don't understand why I need to be here.” The figure sheathed in black growled at his friend.

 

“You lost the bet, therefore you have to do whatever I want you too.” Josh was having too much fun. Battle of the Bands was so what his Dark Lord needed. Alex was too tense. Bringing him to a sick party like this was the best medicine. Plus, his band was competing.

 

Alex had been his friend ever since they first faced off in battle. He had been 13 at the time, Alex 14. He had just defeated his first Vampire. The disgusting carcass lay at his feet, a strong dirk of iron in its chest. It had begun to decompose and smelled rank with decay. The shadows shifted to his right and Josh was immediately on alert, pulling his sword from the evil defiling its light.

 

“You killed my prey.” A disembodied voice stated from the shadows.

 

Josh could not speak, his voice had left him. A boy around his age stepped from the wall of brick and crossed to the body. His long black hair shielded his face from view as he knelt over it, sticking his hand into the place where the creature's heart would've been.

 

“What are you doing?” Josh's voice didn't sound like his own, too shaky and unsure.

 

“You do not know how to kill correctly.” The blunt answer was as sharp as ice in the clear of night and made Josh almost winced in pain. “You do not simply slay it, you burn it as well.” All of a sudden, the body burst into flames, leaving not left but the boy's fist still clutching a beating heart, which disintegrated soon after. He stood and looked at Josh with eyes as hard as garnet, and just as cold. “You are not a true hunter, therefore you must die!” A sword appeared in his hand, Celtic engravings on its hilt and crawling up the blade. It glowed in the night and Josh saw its ora to be pure and untainted. Who was this boy that he could not read his ora and know that he was no threat, and to think he had said Josh was unfit to be a hunter! The boy charged him dead on and Josh was ready for him. Metal clashed metal and Josh could see the boys eyes change from anger to understanding. “You are Wicca.”

 

“Yes, I am.” Their swords uncrossed and the mysterious boy backed away from him, but said nothing. And then he was gone. They had met again in High School and Alex, who had finally told him his name, had made Josh a member of his group of hunters. But enough of memory lain, there was a contest to win.

 

“Now Mr. Storm Cloud,” Josh said in his most child like voice, “You find a spot in the big crowd of people and enjoy yourself.” His punctuated his ending with a shove towards the maje pit. Had it been anyone but himself, Josh was more than certain Alex would've skinned him alive on the spot.

 

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“Yo Josh!”

 

Josh was hailed into the back stage area with shouts of welcome from his band members.

 

“Hey guys. Ahh, do you know what we're doing?”

 

“Not a clue.”

 

“Come on Richey, haven't you even discussed it yet.”

 

“Nah, we thought you knew.” Richey Miller looked just as bewildered as Josh felt. They had been friends for years and still the guy was as dumb as a doornail! Matt Neil looked just as lost.

 

“All right guys, we'll think of something.”

 

A throat cleared behind them. “Ahem, If I might make a suggestion.” The voice was cheery and did not fit the setting of their predicament. “Why not do some of your old stuff, Puppy.” There was only one person on Earth who could ever call Josh Manic that and still lived.

 

“Maggie!” He grabbed the poor girl up in a bear hug that was very uncharacteristic of him; then again, the girl could move mountains.

 

“Josh,” She gasped out, “Maggie can't breath.” He let her go instantly and she began to cough.

 

“What are you doing here.” His voice was stern, but his eyes held a happiness that was foreign to all but this girl.

 

“Oh please, don't pull the big brother roll on me!” Maggie had a tendency to pull it out of him. “I'm here to compete, duh!” She was smiling up at him, knowing full well that he was about to refuse to let her do “such a dangerous thing.” He had been her “body guard” since they had met at drama camp a few years before, when she was 10. He had immediately become her shadow, insisting that she be in his drama group and perform with him. She had later learned, from him of course, that he had been sent there because he had gotten into too many fights at his Middle School. Maggie didn't care. He was a nice person and so she had been determined to become his friend, one of the first he had ever had. The little fire rocket had even insisted for him to go so far as to become social with other kids. That was how he had met his now band members.

 

Richey and Matt grinned at her. It was good to see her again. They had at first been skeptical of a female guitarist when they had been starting out, but after she had played a few warm up rifts, that opinion had changed. The girl was good, if a little young. Josh hadn't looked this happy in a long time.

 

“So as I was saying,” Maggie continued, though still trying to catch her breath. “Why don't you do some of the old stuff we used to do together?”

 

“But we need two guitarists to..”

 

“Hello! We wrote some stuff that I couldn't be on stage for. I was too young remember!”

 

“Oh yah.”

 

“My point exactly! Why not do `She goes Down'”?

 

“Oh come on, I wrote that when I was a hormone crazed teenager.” Richey protested.

 

“Your still a hormone crazed teenager.” Stated Matt bluntly.

 

“Come on guys, its been the best hit we've ever had.”

 

“Oh alright.” Richey relented. Matt merely grunted his approval.

 

“The enthusiasm is killing me.” Maggie stated blandly.

 

“What are you sing?”

 

“Just a little mix I came up with. I'm just a one-man band you see.”

 

“Well best of luck to ya.”

 

“Ditto pup.” Maggie waved at him as she left to find a place to set up her guitar and amp.

 

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Contestant #35. Please welcome, Death Syth!

 

The lights went up to show the lead singer, dressed in a black trench coat with a corset like design fastening it in place as his basest and drummer counting down to begin. Richey began the bass intro with Matt ending each cord with a loud pound on his drum. Josh soon joined in on the second repeat and began to sing.

 

Little Miss Muffet

Sweet girl's school stuff and

A country smile and charm

Out in the back

Of my '58 Chevy

She said she'd do me no harm

 

Matt and Richey added a “no, no” to the end of it.

 

You know she makes me feel good

 

Someone in the crowd shouted “Hell yah”, making Josh smile. This was after all the best song they had performed. `Maybe was should let Richey get high more often. Nah.'

 

Just like a bad girl should

 

(All) She goes down

She goes down

She goes down

Down, down, down

(Josh)All night long

She goes down

She goes down

Down, down, down

 

Josh began to play out a few rifts to Richey's beet and then they began again.

 

(Richey) Sassy little lassie

Walking right past me

(All) Down in Tennessee

(Richey) Always a lady

I love Southern ladies

(All) They just know how to please

(Matt) * Yes indeed*

 

(All) It's like connecting the dots

Start at the bottom, lick it to the top

 

(Chorus)

 

(Josh) You know she makes me feel good

Everyday, any way

(All)She goes down

(Josh)All night long

(All)She goes down

She goes down

Down, down, down

 

(Matt)All of the day

All of the night

Lick those lips

Do you up right

Up and down

Round and round

Round the world

Scream it out

 

(Josh)You know she makes me feel good

(Richey)C'ya out in Hollywood

 

Richey made a terrible attempt at a valley girl accent at the end, receiving laughs from the dancing crowd. Ahh it was good to be back. Josh launched into a guitar solo. Back stage Maggie could remember when she helped him write it.

 

(Josh)Flat on my back she goes down

(Richey)For backstage pass, she goes down

(J&R) With all of my friends, she goes down

(Matt)She gives heart attack, she goes...

 

They ended with a loud crash on the drums. The Crowd went wild and Josh began to search for Alex. When he found him, he wasn't particularly shocked. He stood, as always, clocked in shadow by the back wall. When he noticed Josh's eyes on him, he gave a curt nod and then returned to his thoughts. `Typical.'

 

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Backstage Maggie greeted all of them, in her usual cheerful manor, with hugs and smiles of approval. Did the girl never smile? Apparently not.

 

Contestant #33

 

“Oh that's me.” She said cheerfully. Snagging her black guitar from the rack she had placed it on, she gave them a wide grin and ran for the stage.

 

Please give a warm welcome to yet another new contestant with us this year, Artimis!

 

Alex's head shot up at the name. `The mythical huntress'.

 

Maggie looked out at the crowd from the stool she sat on, her face as cool as ice, and just as pale. The black guitar her uncle had given her glistened in the spotlight like black gold from where it rested on her right leg. The mic crackled in front of her as the crowd grew silent.

 

She was breathe taking. A vision in white surrounded by long, shoulder blade length, dark brown hair that curled in a wild manor. Bight blue eyes shown from beneath long eyelashes on a face clean of artifice or other make up. Long legs incased in white leather pants rested lightly on the black stool, and a strong torso lay hidden behind the guitar it held. She was stunning and sad at the same time. She most certainly did not belong here, and Alex was intrigued, not that he would admit it. The girl was most likely here on daddy's pay roll. Alex turned away intent on finding that idiot Josh and leave, that is, until she began to play. The black beauty on her knee began to moan out a sad strain that made him look once more, and when she sang, he was trap in her smoke voice.

 

Without you, there's no change

My nights and days are grey

If I reached out and touched the rain

It just wouldn't feel the same

 

Without you, I'd be lost

I'd slip down from the top

I'd slide down so low

Boy you'd never, never know...

 

(Pre-Chorus)

Without you, without you

A sailor lost at sea

Without you, Boy

The world comes down on me

 

(Chorus)

Without you in my life

I'd slowly wilt and die

But with you by my side

You're the reason I'm alive

But with you in my life

You're the reason I'm alive

But without you, without you...

 

Without you, my hope is small

Let me be me all along

You let the fires rage inside

Knowing someday I'd grow strong

 

(Pre-Chorus)

 

(Chorus)

 

I could face a mountain

But I could never climb alone

I could start another day

But how many, just don't know

You're the reason the sun shines down

And the nights, they don't grow cold

Only you that I'll hold when I'm young

Only you...as we grow old

 

The guitar wailed as Maggie got caught up in the sorrow the song brought to her.

 

(Chorus)

 

The crowd was silent as she finished and the last rift melted in to the darkness of the maje pit. Than one person began to clap, than another, and another, until a roll of applause crashed down onto the small girl, smiling on the stage. With a small bow she left, clutching her guitar to her like it was a life line. Alex watched all this unmoving. Something wasn't right around that girl. She seemed too out of place here, too innocent, too naive. No girl in this day and age was that naive unless they were a slut, looking for a good time. And no one was that pure.

 

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“Maggie, that was great!” Josh hugged her so tightly, Maggie swore she heard something crack.

 

“Josh, as much as I love you to, I. Can't. Breath!”

 

“Oh, sorry.” He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

Maggie had been the last contestant, as she was a late entry. The judges tallied up the scores and the winners were announced.

 

In forth place is the Yomakabi. Come on down guys!

 

The bands continued to come up to the stage as prizes were awarded. Finally it came down to the First prize was awarded.

 

And tied for first are our last two contestants, Death Syth & Artimis!

 

The crowd went wild as the two went out on stage together, smiling and waving.

 

So guys, what are you going to do? We got $5,000 here for you, ya gonna split it or what?

 

Maggie grabbed the mic. from the stand to her right and spoke clearly in her ethereal voice, trained by years of acting to perfection. She probably didn't even need the mic.

 

“Well, if the guys are willing, they can have the money. I just came out here to have fun!” The joyfulness in her voice nearly knocked Alex on his ass. `Too Cheery' he silently added to the list of things he found wrong with this `Artimis'.

 

That's really generous of you Artimis.

 

Josh snatched the mic. from her and said in the same trained tone, though slightly deeper. “We'll gladly except, but first, we want you to play with us again babe. You see everyone, this girl here used to be a member of our group. Small world eh?”

 

The crowd shouted its approval.

“So babe, what do ya say?'

 

“What do you think?”

 

“Alright then.”

 

Stage hands brought out the equipment from the back as the manager tried to calm the frenzied crowd with things like `this has never happened in all my years of working here, that two tied bands actually were willing to settle the tie peacefully' and other such nonsense.

 

“Hey Josh. You thinkin' of doing Junkie?” Maggie whispered to her “big brother” from his right elbow.

 

“Sure babe. You ready to make your fingers bleed?”

 

“You know I am!”

 

“Alright! Guy you hear that?”

 

Affirmative sounds came from behind them.

 

Richey began to play a firm bass beat as Matt joined in, Josh began to play cords as the song began and Maggie launched off into the familiar wild rhythm of her part.

 

I said dance, I said prance

Sleazing in like a monkey

That's cool, I say it's gross

Honey so damn funky

Dance to the rhythm

Jungle music rhythm

So primal, animal

Tearing down the gown

Striped with such a strip

She's a winner's rockshot

She don't give up, no

No she don't give a shit

 

The girl `Artimis' truly looked like a wild goddess in white next to a devil in black, loosing herself in the song obviously written for her. The primal gleam in her eye entranced Alex, and he watched mesmerized at the why she danced and swayed while playing the black fire that rested on her hip.

 

Hey hey hey

She's a rock 'n' roll junkie

That's how she gets her kicks

The way she licks her lips

It's how she gets her fix

Another midnight monkey

How'd she get those kicks

Just a rock 'n' roll junkie

 

Maggie started into the solo guitar she had with Josh and played her heart out as he sang.

 

I'm a wildcat

I can't scratch

Nice to feel the wind's draft

Standing in the music

Dirty dirty music

Dancing on the edge

She likes it that way

(She loves it that way)

She loves it baby

 

Hey hey hey

She's a rock 'n' roll junkie

That's how she gets her kicks

The way she licks her lips

It's how she gets her fix

Another midnight monkey

How'd she get those kicks

Just a rock 'n' roll junkie

 

Josh and Maggie began to compete, each playing different parts, trying to out do each other as Richey spoke his parts.

 

“Oh ho, feels good!”

 

Maggie's guitar screeched on a high note as Josh tried to keep playing the part he knew. `So she's making additions now.'

 

“Ahow!”

 

Maggie began seriously adlibbing. Truth be told, she had forgotten this part, but as the crowd seemed to like it she continued adding on to the solo changing cords and lines as Josh desperately tried to keep up. `Sorry Puppy.' Richey, ever being one for lewd comments, rose to the occasion,

 

“Come on wild child! Yah hay. Give me a fix Baby!”

 

She shook her hips to the beat of her guitar and smiled temptingly at him. She could feel Josh stiffen without looking at him and laughed softly.

 

She likes it that way

She loves it baby, hey hey hey

 

The crowd graciously applauded and shouted as the musicians left the stage. Josh had an idea. Not just any idea, but a purely evil idea. Alex needed a way to spice up his life and Josh knew just the girl to through at him. Maggie. The girl was a miracle worker after all, I mean look at him. He was completely reformed and only got into fights that other people started and not himself. She was perfect for Alex. `Dark Lord meets Bright Angel. I like the sound of that.'

 

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“Hey Mag.”

 

Maggie was pulled from her thoughts by her puppy's voice. She packed up her guitar and turned to face him with a big smile on her heart shaped, pale, face.

 

“Yah.”

 

“There's someone I want you to meet.” He was grinning. That was bad. He never grinned unless he was planning something. `Brace yourself girl, here comes the tidal wave.'

 

“Who?”

 

“Oh, you'll see when you meet him.” Josh's smile grew even bigger. `Oh God.' Maggie cursed her luck as Josh dragged her off to the maje pit, leaving Richey and Matt to trail behind them,

 

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“Hey Alex.”

 

Alex was snapped out of his dark brooding about Artimis when the voice of his second cut through them. He turned around only to be faced with the stunning beauty that had been plaguing him earlier.

 

“Meet Maggie Robinson, Babe meet Alexander Brenent, my “boss” “ Josh made air quotations in a joking manor as the girl `Maggie' blushed and extended her hand in greeting.

 

“It's nice to meet you Alexander.”

 

Alex was taken aback by her formality. Not but five minutes ago this girl had been up on that stage acting for all the world like a slut and now she greeted him thus. No suggesting gesture, just a handshake! This girl was a tricky little strumpet and he wasn't going to fall for it.

 

“Go to hell bitch, I'm not buying what you're selling.” He said in a soft voice that sent chills through her three other male companions, but not through her. Maggie could feel the tears well up when he had said that. Not because of his words or his tone of voice, but because of the loathing she saw in his eyes as he said those hateful words. Turning on her heel, she walked away from him before he could see them fall. She pitied him. She pitied him so much it hurt.

 

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“Mr. Brenent, I need to have a word with you.” The high-strung history teacher looked down his nose at the failing student who looked straight back at him impassively in the empty classroom. Unnerved by the junior's lack of response, he continued.

 

“Your grades are at an all time low Mr. Brenent.” The teacher took a seat behind his desk and receiving still no response, he continued again. “Therefore I have taken the initiative and asked for one of my best students to tutor you.” No protests came from the dark mass in front of him.

“Miss. Robinson, would you please come in?”

 

Alex's head shifted light speed towards the door to stare at the vision standing there.

 

“Miss. Robinson will be your tutor until your grades go up. I expect you both to meet here in my room every day after class, is that understood?”

Maggie nodded her head in shock as Alex continued to stare at her. They were both thinking the same thing. `You!'

 

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AN: And so the love fest continues. What did you think? What do you think should happen? Why is my foot asleep? Please answer these questions (except the last one) in the review I am sure you will write for me. Thanks everyone! JaNe!

 

 

 

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