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Promise?
By Ella

 


Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Ville Valo or HIM in any way shape or form.

Promise?

I was hot, sticky and sweating like a pig. I'd already had three new beers stains on my new hoodie, and two fresh new cigarette burns on my exposed arms. I managed to make my way through the raging crowd to finally get to my destination, the bar.

I decided that I would sit at the deserted bar instead of trying to get back to my position at the front of the mosh pit. I ordered a beer and waited for the barman to pull the lid off and hand it to me. Pulling my lighter and packet of Marlboro out of my pocket it placed one between my pale pink lips and lit the white stick

Taking a long drag I glanced to my left and saw only one other person sat at the bar. He was wearing all black which was a stark contrast to his pale face, around his sparkling green/brown eyes was a thick line of black eye liner, his lips were a pale pink and had a cigarette perched between them. I was fascinated by his regal look; he looked like one of the eighteenth centaury vampires that are only written about in Anne Rice novels. Then his head slowly turned and looked towards me, I immediately returned my gaze to the solid oak bar, silently hoping that he hadn't caught me staring at him.

It wasn't until I felt a light tap on my shoulder did I look up, and as I did I was met by the green/brown eyes surrounded by black eyeliner, and pale pink lips that no longer had the cigarette between them, now his lips looked completely kissable. He nodded towards the chair that was next to me, a silent question, to which I nodded my answer. I was too stunned to speak he was gorgeous; he looked oddly celestial, like a heavenly creature but mixed with a piece of hell.

“I caught you staring at me…” he said, he had an accent that I couldn't place, but it sounded European.

“Really. Well I apologise” I replied coolly, not breaking his intent gaze.

“No need to…” He paused taking a sip of his beer and a drag of his cigarette. “Are you not enjoying the gig?” he enquired.

“Yeah, I just needed a time out. I just wanted to smoke and drink for a bit…” now I paused taking a short drag one my neglected cigarette, then stubbing it out in the overflowing ashtray. “What about you? Not enjoying the show?”

He laughed a throaty, yet gentle laugh. “Um…yeah just waiting for some one good to come on…”

“Oh, I'm actually waiting for H.I.M to come on.” I said, before taking a sip of my beer.

“So you're a H.I.M fan then?”

“Yeah…let me guess your not?” I asked seeing the amused look on his face.

“No I am…” he said again with a hint of a laugh.

Our conversation stopped there because he had lent over and now his pale pink kissable lips were inches away from mine. I decided that I would close the gap and firmly placed his lips against mine. It was heavenly, especially when his tongue flicked out and briefly, teasingly touched my lips. My reaction was instantaneous, my lips opened and his tongue invade my mouth and mine his. The only way to describe the kiss was heaven. At first it was slow and gentle, and then it turned passionate and wanting.

We were unaware of our surroundings, until this mystery man pulled away from me and turned his head. My eyes flew open and saw a man stood behind him. They were talking in some foreign language that was fast and totally non-understandable. When they finished the mystery man turned back to face me, he was smiling and placed his lips to mine once again, this time it was quick and brief.

“I have to go…”he said slowly his eyes still locked with mine.

“Oh okay” I said feeling totally downcast, my gaze drifted back down to the oak bar top. I felt his hand touch my face and turn my head back to face him.

“What's your name?” he asked softly.

“Lana” I replied still entranced by his eyes and his lips.

“Well, Lana, stay here and I'll be back in about thirty minutes.” He said as he started to stand.

“Um okay…” I replied shakily, not wanting him to go, what if he didn't come back?

“Promise?” he asked with a playful glint in his eyes.

“I promise.” I said as his hand now left my face.

“I'll be back soon Lana…” and with that he was walking away. I couldn't help be feel a sudden sense of loss. I knew it was ridicules, feeling loss for someone that you only meet ten minutes ago, someone who didn't even tell you there name. But he was like a drug, as soon as his lips had touched mine I was a goner, I was addicted to his taste.

I was dragged from my thoughts when I heard that H.I.M was taking the stage. I turned and nearly fell off my seat when I saw that stood in front of the microphone was none other then the mystery man that I had just been kissing and thinking about. The man with green/brown eyes and thick eyeliner, with the pale pink lips and the regal skin that I was now addicted too. I closed my eyes and then re-opened them, trying to tell if this was a dream. It wasn't. My mystery man was still stood there. As soon as his mouth opened and he started to speak I knew that it was my mystery man.

“Hello Everyone! ...” the crowd cheered loudly almost drowning out what he said next.

“… I'd like to start by dedicating the first song to a beautiful girl named Lana…remember to keep your promise…” he looked up at me and winked.

Then the opening rifts to “Poison Girl” started.

It was then that I realized I would defiantly be keeping my promise.

The End

 

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