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| Father of the Year; Kirk is going to get even with Lars. Het. | |
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| Raedoll | July 7, 2007, 6:01 pm Post #16 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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CLIFF YOU BLOOMING IDIOT! I can't believe he's trying to give that little girl a cigarette!!! You KNOW how impressionable young children are! Moron!!! Verity I'm really digging this story. Poor Kirk is always the bitch in your stories, though. He's just the whipping boy. I can picture Lars being a jerk and James being a little snappy but I can't picture poor sweet Cliff being a jerkoff like he's being right now. Poor Kirk, and Lars should know better! I like Operation Cecily Ulrich. It's well under way and looking like it Might have a fair bit of potential. |
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| MissMetallica;; | July 7, 2007, 10:27 pm Post #17 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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OH CLIFF! hasn't yout mother ever told you not to give cigarettes to five year old girls before! keep it up verity. i LOVE this! |
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| Verity | July 8, 2007, 6:41 pm Post #18 |
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The Story Girl
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Sorry for the long update. That's what happens when I keep writing a chapter at different times throughout the day. I forget to not make it too long and rambling. and I promise Cliff is sweeter in this one! Well sort of. Chapter 7- The Bait “Hurry up Kirk!” Lars Ulrich cried. “You’re such a slowpoke!” Lars and Kirk were on their way to deliver their holly baskets to Flemming’s mother’s house. Lars was in hurry. He had a date lined up with some random chick at the hotel bar, and he did not want to be late. He ran ahead of Kirk, who trailed behind Lars, picking up the sprigs of holly that fell out of Lars’s basket. Mr. Chelton was closing up his guitar shop as the boys walked by. “Hello there Kirk,” Mr. Chelton greeted. “You’re just the fellow that I want to see!” “Really?” Kirk asked as he stopped. Lars stopped as well, but he gave Kirk a very annoyed sigh. “I just got a new guitar in today, and I haven’t even unpacked it yet. I wanted you to be the first one to see it,” said Mr. Chelton. “Oh Mr. Chelton, I’d love to!” Kirk gasped. “I can’t believe that you would wait for me.” “Why not?” asked Mr. Chelton with a wink. “You’re one of our brightest up-and-coming guitarists. You’re the future.” Kirk blushed. “Gee thanks,” he said, looking down bashfully at his shoes. “You two boys are bound to catch your deaths out here in this cold,” said Mr. Chelton. “Why don’t you two come inside by the fire, and have some gingerbread. I have some warm cider too.” Kirk was about to follow Mr. Chelton right into his store, but Lars stopped him. “We don’t have the time today,” he replied in a sharp tone. “We aren’t the Pepperidge Farm here. We’re both members of a very busy metal band. We just don’t have the time.” “I have the time,” shot Kirk. “That’s half of your problem,” shot Lars. “You don’t do anything all day except make your shitty newspapers with Cliff.” “They aren’t shitty!” Kirk argued as he waved goodbye to Mr. Chelton, and ran to catch up to Lars’s brisk pace. “You know, Mr. Chelton has always been really good to us. We should have accepted his offer.” “Kirk, don’t bring me into your sick quest to find a father figure,” snapped Lars. “Look, I feel sorry for you, really I do. It must suck all ass to know that your father, your flesh, blood, and genes, is the total scum of the earth. I just wish that you would actually realize that I did you a favor, by not letting you enter that essay contest.” By the time they had made it to Mrs. Rasmussen’s house Kirk’s feet and socks were wet from the slush. His nose felt as if it were a frozen chunk of ice, and he was completely chilled to the bone. He wanted nothing more than to sit by the fire, with a warm piece of Mrs. Rasmussen’s stolen. Lars on the other hand, had other ideas. He rolled his eyes in disgust as Mrs. Rasmussen fussed over them. “You two must be so cold,” she declared, as she ushered them inside her tiny little house. “Do come sit by the fire. I just took a loaf of my stolen out of the oven.” “I’d love too!” Kirk exclaimed. “I must say Kirk,” said Mrs. Rasmussen with a smile. “My, have you grown. You’ve gotten taller since the last time that I saw you.” “Really? I’m not sure,” Kirk replied. He really hadn’t thought much about his height. “And you’ve gotten so handsome too!” Mrs. Rasmussen went on. “Have the ladies come a calling yet?” “I guess so,” replied Kirk, once again blushing. He wasn’t used to being fussed over by sober people. “I have a girlfriend back at home.” “And what a lucky young maid she is!” said Mrs. Rasmussen. She turned to Lars who was just seething with anger that his precious time was being wasted. “And what about you? I bet the lasses come calling about for you as well! I bet your Father has his hands full keeping them away.” “Actually no,” Lars quipped. “He doesn’t have to keep them away because Kirk is already doing that.” He shot Kirk a dirty look. “Oh,” replied a confused Mrs. Rasmussen. “We really must be going,” said Lars. “We have work to do. Come along Kirk.” Mrs. Rasmussen looked disappointed. Kirk knew that she was a lonely old lady, who was company deprived. Lars waited impatiently as Kirk said his goodbye to Mrs. Rasmussen, who kept fussing over him. “Since when does meeting a girl at the hotel bar for a drink constitute work?” Kirk asked once they were back outside. “I believe in being punctual for my dates,” Lars replied. “Especially when it’s some prime grade ass. Man, you do dawdle Hammett.” The two walked in silence all the way back to the hotel. Lars walked a few paces ahead of Kirk, who just couldn’t seem to keep up with him. As soon as they reached the hotel lobby, Kirk scanned the place for Cliff and Cecily. Neither was anywhere. That must have meant that James was finished with his cake decorating lesson. Kirk couldn’t help but be disappointed. He had been looking forward to hanging out with little Cecily. “Hurry up you focking elevator!” Lars hissed as he paced outside the bank of elevators. “Mr. Ulrich!” the twit behind the hotel front desk called. “There’s a message here for you.” “There is?” Lars asked. “Is it anything important?” he marched over to the front desk, frowning. The desk girl shrugged, and handed Lars an envelope. Kirk’s heart skipped a beat. He knew what was in that envelope. Lars forgetting about his date in the hotel bar, plopped down in one of the cushy lobby lounge chairs. “Who the fock is Mikhail W. Gurken?” he asked aloud as he read the return address on the envelope. “It says that he’s an attorney. Metallica already has an attorney. We don’t need this hack. I focking hate solicitors.” “It’s not a solicitor!” Kirk exclaimed, a little too urgently. “How the fock would you know?” snarled Lars. “You suck this Gurken dude’s dick or something?” “No,” Kirk answered, turning red. “It’s just that the letter isn’t addressed to Metallica, it’s addressed to you Lars. It must be something for you.” “Well I am Metallica,” Lars scoffed. “I could take it to my old man to open though. He knows attorney stuff. He’s into all of that kind of shit.” “But it’s addressed to you,” Kirk pressed, his heart racing. He wished that Cliff was there. Cliff would have known just what to say to get Lars to open that envelope. “Maybe it has something to do with a record deal or something?” he added hopefully. Lars looked at Kirk, and then back down at the envelope. “Fock it!” he said with a shrug, and ripped it open. Kirk sat down on the arm of the chair, to look over Lars’s shoulder as he read the letter. Kirk wanted to see Lars’s reaction. Would he cry? Would he immediately try and find Cecily and take her into his arms? To Kirk’s extreme shock and disappointment, Lars folded the letter, and put it back into the envelope. Then he placed it into the pocket of his leather jacket. “Well,” he said as he frowned at Kirk. “It was nothing important really.” “It wasn’t?” Kirk asked. “Nah,” Lars replied. “I have to hurry. I’m already late for my date.” And with that, Lars took off towards the hotel bar, leaving Kirk sitting hazed and dumbfounded, on the arm of the chair. It didn’t work! Their monumental plan that that had so carefully and craftily worked to master had been a total bomb! Apparently, Lars could care less if he had a little, fatherless, daughter. Kirk had to find Cliff! Kirk sprinted up to their hotel room, but Cliff wasn’t around. He then stopped by James’s room, and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Lars was the only one in the hotel bar. Where the fuck was everybody? Out of desperation, Kirk wandered across the street to Sweet Silence studios. If he couldn’t find Cliff or James to confide in, maybe he’d take comfort in playing a little guitar. Kirk opened the door to the studio. Sure enough, there was Cliff wearing a pair of headphones, sitting behind the recording console with a pencil and some manuscript paper, diligently working. Cecily was perched on top of the console, looking just as happy as could be. She had one of Cliff’s battered jean jackets around her. A half eaten pizza sat in between them, along with an empty sack of turtle candies, an empty bottle of 7-up, and half a bottle of vodka. “Oh Cliff!” Kirk moaned. “It’s horrible! Absolutely horrible!” “Huh?” Cliff asked, as he took off his headphones. “Kirk, whatever’s the matter? Cat got your dick again?” This brought out a few giggles from Cecily. “What’s she doing here?” Kirk asked. “She’s helping me edit,” Cliff replied. He winked a Cecily. “She’s got good taste in music.” “You knew that you weren’t supposed to take her out of the lobby,” Kirk said. “Remember what Claudia said?” “Fuck that whore!” Cliff scoffed. “I’ve been watching Cecily for the past three mother fucking hours. She hasn’t come to check up on Cecily, not even once! She doesn’t let her eat pizza, or drink soda, or listen to loud music. She also doesn’t have a decent jacket for the kid, so I gave her mine. How can you fucking live in Denmark, and not buy your kid a decent winter jacket?” “Hello Mr. Hammett!” Cecily greeted with a shy smile. “Mr. Cliff is going to give me a bass lesson tomorrow.” “Hi there Cecily,” Kirk nodded. “I think that you should check with your mother first before you take bass lessons.” He turned to Cliff. “Cliff, Claudia doesn’t want Cecily eating junk food and listening to loud music for a reason. She’s her mother, and we have to do what she says.” “That’s bullshit!” Cliff snapped. “A little bit of junk food isn’t going to hurt anything. She never lets the kid have anything fun. I even gave her some vodka and 7-up!” “Cliff! She’s a little girl! She can’t drink,” Kirk pointed out. “We’re in fucking Denmark,” said Cliff. “Kids drink over here all of the time, but of course Claudia doesn’t allow Cecily to. It’s a wonder that she let’s that kid take a shit. When I was Cecily’s age, my parents let me drink a vodka and 7-up every night before bed.” “That’s just not right,” Kirk replied, shaking his head. “It used to knock me out and put me to sleep,” said Cliff. “I was hoping it would knock Cecily out too, but she’s got a strong tolerance, especially for such a little mother fucker.” “We need to get her back to the lobby, before Claudia notices that you took her over here,” said Kirk. “I can’t believe you brought her to the studio. We have pot sitting out in the open here! What if she breaks the console?” “Cecily ain’t going to break anything. It’s not like I took the kid to a strip club,” replied Cliff. He turned to Cecily. “Kirk says that I have to take you back to your Mom now.” “I’d much rather stay with you Mr. Cliff!” said Cecily. “Can’t I?” “No you cannot!” Kirk said sternly. “You must go back to your mother. I’m sure that she’s missing you right now, and probably worried sick.” “She probably doesn’t even know that I’m gone,” Cecily replied, looking down. “She forgets about me whenever she’s with a boy. This afternoon she was supposed to take me ice skating, but I guess she forgot about that too.” “Look kid, I promise to give you a bass lesson tomorrow,” said Cliff. “And afterwards, I’ll take you ice skating.” “Really?” Cecily asked, perking up. “You won’t forget.” “Cliff never forgets,” Cliff reassured her. Just then, the door to the studio opened, and a wave of cold air filled the room. Claudia and James came in. Claudia had her arm linked in James’s, and was clinging to him like a barnacle on a dock. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded at Kirk and Cliff. “I thought I told you two not to take my daughter out of the hotel lobby! Not only did you take her out of the lobby, but you guys took her out of the hotel! I’ve been worried sick!” She ran to Cecily, who was still sitting up on top of the console. She scooped the little girl up in her arms. “My poor baby,” she moaned. “I’m fine Mummy,” Cecily replied. “I was helping Mr. Cliff edit his new album, and he gave me pizza and turtles and a cig-!” “That’s quite enough now Cecily,” her mother interrupted. “You should have known better. You know that I do not allow you to eat junk such as pizza or turtles. I should have known not to have left you with friends of Lars’s.” “Tomorrow Mr. Cliff is going to teach me how to play bass,” Cecily chirped. “No he is not,” Claudia replied. “You are not to see Mr. Cliff anymore! And get this jacket off! It smells like a brewery.” She stripped Cliff’s jacket off of Cecily, and threw it to the ground. “Hey, she was cold,” Cliff put in. “You should buy her a decent winter coat.” “Do not tell me how to raise my daughter!” Claudia snapped. “You stay away from her!” She took Cecily’s hand. “Come Cecily.” She turned to James gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “See you later handsome,” and she ushered her daughter out of the studio. “That woman is a fucking bitch,” Cliff muttered as he took out a cigarette. “No she’s not,” retorted James. “She’s probably the easiest lay that I’ve ever had. I thought that I was going to get this fucking cake lesson, and no sooner than we get in the kitchen and she had my pants off.” “Really?” Cliff asked in awe. “She was like an alley cat on a hot tin roof,” James said with a purr. “I’m fucking standing there holding this pastry bag filled with icing, and then before I know it, there’s icing and shit all over me, and I’m naked on the pastry table.” “Poor Cecily,” murmured Kirk. “The woman’s a slut,” replied James. “But that sure as hell doesn’t bother me. The chance that Lars is Cecily’s father is probably pretty slim since she’s been with so many different dudes.” “Speaking of which,” piped up a sullen Kirk. “Operation Cecily Ulrich has failed. It’s failed even before we got it rolling. Lars got his letter today, and he didn’t care. He didn’t even give a shit.” “Don’t worry,” said Cliff. “He might be in shock. I know I sure as hell would if I read something like that. Just let it sink in. He’ll take the bait, especially if Cecily keeps hanging around us.” “But Claudia forbid her too,” said Kirk. “Fuck Claudia,” spat Cliff as he blew a ring of smoke into the air. “I just did,” James sighed. “And it was good. She’s going to have lunch with me tomorrow.” “Well I hope Lars decides to take the bait,” Kirk replied skeptically. “Cliff’s right for once,” said James. “Larsy boy is probably in shock. I’ll keep an eye on him tonight, maybe even feel him up a little. Just give it some time. Lars will take the bait hook, line, and sinker…” |
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| MissMetallica;; | July 8, 2007, 11:17 pm Post #19 |
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great update! ~ “Fuck Claudia,” spat Cliff as he blew a ring of smoke into the air. “I just did,” James sighed ~ that made me laugh so much!i wonder how lars will take to the 'bait' love it verity! i NEED more!!
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| Simone | July 9, 2007, 9:59 am Post #20 |
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WOW! Another awesome story! I love these Verity you sure rock as hell! :horns2 Can't wait for another update and for the Lesson one
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| Raedoll | July 9, 2007, 12:27 pm Post #21 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Lars is a Jerk! *smacks Lars around* And Cliff screwed up hanging with Cecily. Unless James saved it by wanting to be out with Claudia and bedding her. I think that Claudia needs to get her freaking priorities sorted out, and that Cliff is being more of a parental figure to Cecily than Claudia has. You can't let a little girl run around in freaking Denmark without a jacket. Especially in winter and being a little girl that skinny! I hope Lars starts flipping his shit! |
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| Verity | July 9, 2007, 7:10 pm Post #22 |
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The Story Girl
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Thanks for the reviews! Hope you like this. I really need to get my ass into gear on Lars Learns a Lesson. THis hotel I'm at is really working me, I don't have much time to write. I did finish this chapter though, and now I must make myself look presentable to play demitasse. sorry for any spelling and typos, it's beautiful writing outdoors, but hard to see the screen. Thanks Simone! You rock too! Chapter 8- Hook, Line, and Sinker James Hetfield was right. Perhaps Lars was just starting to take the bait. Later that night James was sitting up in bed reading his latest issue of American Gun, and eating his way through the box of raspberry tarts that Claudia had given him earlier. He noticed that Lars seemed rather restless as he got into his own bed, and seemed to be reading over something that looked like a letter. As Lars read his face turned completely pale. “You alright Larsy poo?” James asked. “I’m fine,” Lars replied flatly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” James pressed. “You’re completely white.” “I’m in focking Denmark ass twat!” hissed Lars. “I haven’t seen the focking sun in three months. You don’t look so hot yourself.” “Hey I got some good, hard, puss today,” replied James as he took out another raspberry tart. “What are you reading there?” he gestured to the letter that was sitting in Lars’s lap. Lars immediately stuffed the letter away under the covers, as if James had some super eyesight and could read it from across the room. “It’s nothing,” snapped Lars. “A letter from Mommy?” James asked. “None of your focking business!” Lars snapped yet again. “Quit dipping your ball sack where it doesn’t belong.” “Fine,” James shrugged and happily licked powdered sugar off of his fingers. “Kirk has nothing to worry about,” James thought to himself. Larsy is already starting to take the bait. James had had enough of Lars’s attitude. He set aside his raspberry tarts and his magazine, and turned off his bedside lap. He had had a long day of booze, music, and fucking, and needed his beauty sleep so that he could have lunch with Claudia the next day. Lars also turned off his light, and laid down. “James,” Lars piped up. “Yeah?” “Say that you’re a kid who doesn’t have a father,” Lars started. “I don’t have a father,” James replied. “At least not a very good one.” “Well, what would you do if you found out that your father didn’t even know that you existed, and that’s the reason why he hasn’t been involved with your life?” Lars asked. “I’d think that he must be a pretty careless fucker not to know that he has a little kid running around,” said James. “Oh,” Lars murmured. “Why?” James asked. “Oh nothing,” sighed Lars. “I just have this friend is all. Good night James.” “Good night Lars.” *** The next afternoon at approximately four in the afternoon, little Cecily sat on one of the comfy, cushy, chairs in the hotel lobby, waiting for her bass lesson. To pass the time, she was drawing a picture for Cliff. Lars Ulrich had just rolled out of bed, and was on his way to the studio. He emerged from the bank of elevators. “Mr. Lars!” Cecily cried and waved. Lars just stared at Cecily, as if he had never seen her before. “Do you know where Mr. Cliff is?” Cecily asked. She gave Lars a sweet smile. “He’s supposed to give me a bass lesson today.” Lars slowly made his way over to Cecily. He crouched down next to her, studying her face. “Do you know where Mr. Cliff is?” Cecily asked again. “I made him a picture of a skull since he seems to like them so much.” “He’s on his way,” Lars mumbled. “He went to get his practice amp. Your Claudia’s little girl right?” “I am,” Cecily nodded, and looked down at her drawing. Lars staring at her face, made her rather uncomfortable. Lars put both hands on Cecily’s shoulders and faced her. “God,” he moaned. “It could be true.” “What’s true?” asked Cecily. “Your nose,” Lars stammered. “What’s wrong with my nose?” asked a confused Cecily. “And your eyes,” said Lars. “My eyes?” Cecily asked. “Come with me Cecily!” Lars said in alarm. He roughly grabbed Cecily’s arm, and pulled her off of the couch. “You’re hurting me!” Cecily cried. “Please don’t be mad at me. Mommy said I could go play in the lobby if I finished my chores, and I did.” “Enough foolish psychobabble,” snapped Lars. “We must find James! We have to find James right now!” He ushered her over to the elevators. “Am I going to have to do James’s chores too?” Cecily asked. “Hush!” Lars commanded to her. They stepped inside the elevator. Lars began to compare the two faces in the reflection of the brass elevator door. “Fock,” he murmured as he stared at his own face, and then down at Cecily’s. “Would you please tell me what’s going on?” asked Cecily. “I want to see Mr. Cliff!” “We have the same nose, same chin, same eyes,” Lars thought. The elevator reached their floor, and once again Lars took Cecily by the hand and dragged her down the hall to his hotel room. “Where are you taking me?” Cecily cried. “I don’t want to be late for my bass lesson. Mr. Cliff will be mad at me.” “No he won’t,” Lars muttered. He fumbled for his room key, and unlocked the door. James sat on his bed completely naked, and playing his guitar. “Cheerio dude!” he called. “Jesus Christ James!” Lars cried, and quickly pushed Cecily in the bathroom so she wouldn’t see the indecent James. “Put some focking clothes on for crying out loud!” “Sorry man,” James replied as he fished around the room floor for his boxer shorts. “I had a little more fun with Claudia this afternoon, and I haven’t calmed down enough to put my clothes back on.” “James!” Lars squealed. “I have a little girl with me. You can’t just sit around naked.” “Sorry Lars, but since when do you hang out with little girls?’ James scoffed as he located a Judas Priest T-shirt, and sniffed the armpits. Good enough. He wiggled his way into the shirt. Lars fetched Cecily out of the bathroom, and thrust her in front of James. “Do you think we look alike?” he demanded. “Be honest now.” James looked from Lars to Cecily, who looked as if she were going to burst out into tears at any given moment. “Hell yeah,” nodded James. “Man! Fuck-a-loo! You two really do look a lot alike. You have the same eyes, same nose, same bone structure.” “Oh man,” Lars gasped, and sat down on the foot of the bed. “It must be true then.” “What’s true?” asked Cecily. “Yeah man,” said James. “What’s going on?” “Nothing,” Lars mumbled. “Cecily, go back to the lobby for your bass lesson. I need to have a word with my buddy here.” “Okay,” Cecily nodded, sending her little ponytail bobbing back and forth. She was very happy to get out of nutty Lars’s room. “What the fuck was that all about?” James asked, once Cecily had left. “James, I think that I’m, that I’m, that I’m Cecily’s Father,” Lars blurted out turning red. He handed James the letter that Kirk and Cliff had wrote. James read over it. “Well you know what this means then,” said James. “It means that you’re a deadbeat. You probably owe thousands in backed up child support.” “But I didn’t know,” argued Lars. “And it says that it wasn’t her mother who contacted me. I think Cecily just wants to see me is all. I can take her out to lunch, or to the park once.” “You can’t just do that!” exclaimed James. “A daughter needs her dad around. You’re going to have to help support her financially. You’ll have to remember birthdays, Christmas. Fuck, pretty soon before you know it she’ll be needing a car, and off to college.” Lars looked absolutely sickened. James went on “If I were you Lars, I wouldn’t blow this off. My old man blew me off, and you know how I hate the bastard. If it wasn’t for music, the fucker would have ruined my life. Do you want Cecily to have the same thoughts about you? The father who abandoned her?” Lars just sat on the bed, his hands folded in his lap. He began to play with the hem of his shirt, and for once was speechless. “She’s your flesh and blood Lars,” said James. “She’s from your seed man. She’s an Ulrich. Do you want her an Ulrich, knocked up and alone by the age of sixteen, all because her daddy couldn’t be bothered with her?” “No,” Lars murmured. “I just need to be alone right now James. This is going to be a major adjustment.” “I know dude,” James said, as he sat down and gave Lars a pat on the back. “I’m glad it’s not me. You’ll do fine. You don’t need to go out every night to the bars. I’m sure you’d much rather give little Cecily her bath, and tuck her in at night. You like princess movies right? And you’ll have to buy her a pony. Every little girl always wants a pony at some point.” James got up off of the bed, to give Lars his alone time. As he closed the room door behind him, he could have sworn he heard crying going on. Was Lars actually crying? James raced down to the lobby to find Kirk and Cliff. He found Kirk sitting in the lobby on one of the cushy chairs, nursing a martini, and reading a guitar magazine. “Hey James, what’s up?” Kirk greeted. “You look awfully chipper. You score again with Claudia?” “I sure as hell did,” replied James. “But there’s more.” Just then, Cliff through the lobby doors wearing his sunglasses. He carried his practice amp in one hand, and a small, white, stuffed bear for Cecily in the other. “What’s going on here?” he asked, taking off his sunglasses. “He took it!” James announced. “He took the bait?” Kirk asked. “No, he took the "A" train,” James shot. “You dumb head! Of course he took the bait!” Kirk leapt off of his chair, and threw his arms around James. “This is the most wonderful news!” he cried. “He took the bait!” He, James, and Cliff began to jump up and down in circles. “He sure as hell did!” James cried, as he clapped his hands. “He took it hook, line, and sinker!” |
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| MissMetallica;; | July 9, 2007, 11:32 pm Post #23 |
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great update!! i actually felt a bit sorry for poor lars then! i neeeeed more! oh wait.. wheres my manners.... PLEASEE
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| Raedoll | July 10, 2007, 1:05 am Post #24 |
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YES!!! Lars is even an idiot enough to where he wouldn't THINK about a paternity test!!! *snerk* Oh Gawds James is terrible. Claudia needs to get her FREAKING life sorted out..and Cliff is very, very thoughtful on getting Cecily a little teddybear. |
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| Shayi | July 10, 2007, 3:13 am Post #25 |
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Oh my oh my - so the plan is working out Hehehe....Mr Cliff's idea of babysitting is certainly interesting - but then again, never boring! I couldn't stop laughing when they walked in on James naked and playing guitar That was most excellent. And Cecily wanting to get away from nutty Lars - heh! Don't blame her really, he does come off as rather a nut job in that part! |
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| Verity | July 10, 2007, 10:34 am Post #26 |
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Thanks for the replies girls. You rock!I promise to be better about typo errors in the future. Where I'm writing this I'm either outdoors, or in a room with 8 male jazz musicians and it's easy to get distracted while trying to edit. Writing I don't mind, I could write this shit anywhere, but proofreading is hard to do when distracted. The fact that I've been spending this week in a drunken stupor, isn't helping the proof reading either. Sometimes the computer screen is a haze, and I'm like how the fuck do I spell that?? I need to change my contacts too, but I'm a cheap asshole. And on course Lars wouldn't think of a paternity test. Then there wouldn't any story or drama. Did they even have paternity tests in 1985??If I don't update today, I'll do so tomorrow. Today's my anniversary and I have the night off to dancing and carousing around the bars with my hubby.
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| Simone | July 10, 2007, 12:41 pm Post #27 |
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WOW! Happy anniversary then!!! don't bother tonight...we'll wait for some fresh stuff Keep it going, up and rolling! |
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| MissMetallica;; | July 10, 2007, 9:36 pm Post #28 |
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happy aniversary verity! hope you have a great day with your husband dont worry too much about the update, im sure we can all wait a little longer.
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| Verity | July 11, 2007, 7:03 pm Post #29 |
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I corrupted a little girl today. In a good way. I introduced her to the wonderful world of Metallica. hehe. Hopefully, she'll be a long life fan!!! That was my good deed for American's youth. Chapter 9- Wicked, Mean, and Nasty Lars ”Lars Ulrich had driven himself to the Ulrich family estate, a grand castle out in the Danish countryside. He had no choice. He had to accept reality. Reality was that he was a father. He had a daughter, and he needed to help take care of her. He didn’t have much money of his own. The band was just starting to make money, but things were still very tight for everyone. If Lars was going to be able to afford things such as dresses, schools, and ponies for his daughter, he would need some help, some help from daddy. “Greetings young Master Ulrich,” Henrich the family butler greeted. “What brings you home today?” “I have to speak with Father,” Lars replied. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Henrich. Did Henrich know that he was a deadbeat dad? “Of course Master Ulrich,” Henrich nodded. “He is in his study.” Henrich led Lars to Torben Ulrich’s study. The study was a massive room decorated with dark wood and leather. It was a man’s man room. Trophies from various tennis tournaments adorned the big trophy cabinet that sat in the corner. Pictures of jazz greats such as Duke Ellington, Max Roach, Woody Herman, and Miles Davis hung on the walls. Torben sat behind his desk doing some sort of paperwork. Torben had invested his tennis winnings wisely, and had different business ventures going on all over the world. He looked up from his work and smiled at the sight of his only son. “Lars!” he exclaimed. “You’re home! You never come home! Does your mother know that you’re here? She’s been missing you so much. What brings you home?” “Father,” said Lars, looking down at his feet. For once he did not want to speak. “I have some odd and strange news that I must give you.” “Whatever’s the matter Lars?” Torben asked. Lars had turned completely gray. He couldn’t bring himself to even look at his father. “I did something very stupid,” Lars confessed. “We all learn from our mistakes son,” said Torben Ulrich. “The most important journey that you will make in your life is the one from your brain, to your heart.” “I know Father,” Lars replied. “I promise to never do it again, but it was a really awful mistake, and I’ve been so stupid. You see, I just found out that I had gotten my ex girlfriend pregnant. I have a daughter who is five years old, and wants to see me.” The words hung in the air like sharp droplets of ice. Torben Ulrich just stared at his son, and stroked his beard. A look of shock, surprise, and most of all disappointment, crept onto his face. Lars had let his father down. “I am not happy to hear this Lars,” Torben said finally. “I’m very disappointed with you. You weren’t raised to go about impregnating girls Lars.” “I know father,” replied Lars in shame. “You must accept your responsibilities for the girl Lars,” said Torben. “You must owe thousands in child support, and this time I’m not going to bail you out.” “Please father!” Lars begged. “I don’t have the money for the child support! You must help me! Perhaps I can work out a payment plan with you to pay it back?” “Absolutely not!” Torben replied, shaking his head. “You have highly disgraced the Ulrich family name. No one must know that you have an illegitimate daughter. Not only will it tarnish this family, but it will also ruin Metallica. I can’t help you out of this one. You’re on your own. You are no longer a son to me.” “You can’t mean that?” Lars cried, tears forming in his eyes. “I’m your only son! Your flesh and blood!” “You’ve disgraced me,” Torben shrugged flatly. “You are no longer worthy of the Ulrich family name.” “No Father!” Lars yelped. “No! You don’t mean that! No! No! No!” Lars woke up with start. Cold sweat had prickled through his entire body, his heart was pounding. He must have fallen asleep even though it was the afternoon. James was nowhere around. It had been a dream. It had all been a terrible dream. Maybe Cecily was a dream as well? Lars looked over at his bedside table, but sadly, there sat the letter of paternity. Lars picked up the letter and read it again, and again. “Shit,” he thought. “ I have a daughter.” The only thing left to do was do the right thing. He would write a letter back to this Mikhail Gurken’s PO box and tell him that he would like to be involved with his daughter. Lars made himself comfortable at his desk, and haunted around the desk for a piece of stationary. He wrote two letters: Dear Mr. Gurken, I am replying to the letter that I received yesterday regarding my daughter Cecily. I would very much like to be involved in her life, and would love to meet her. However, I do not wish to see her mother. We are not on the best of term. If a visit could be arranged, without her mother present, I would prefer it. Sincerely, Lars Ulrich The second letter that he wrote was a letter for Cecily. It read Dear Cecily, You probably don’t know me. Until yesterday, I didn’t even know about you. I’m not even sure if you can even read yet. If not, have Mr. Gurken help you. I’m your father. You can call me dad, or Lars, whichever you feel comfortable with. I’m sure that your mom has probably told you some nasty stuff about me. Don’t believe any of it. It’s crap. I hear that you like Metallica, and would like to meet me. I’m currently in Copenhagen recording a new album, and would love to have you come to our recording sessions. I know that you have met my other band members. Cliff is a friend of mine. I hope that you aren’t angry with me, and that we can have a solid father/daughter relationship. Sincerely, Your Father Lars hesitated with signing Cecily’s letter. Should he sign it love? Truthfully, he didn’t love Cecily, at least not yet. He didn’t even know her. He was positive that she didn’t love him yet either. Maybe someday they would love each other, but definitely not today. Lars addressed both envelopes to the PO box, and then looked around for a postage stamp. He would have to go down to the newsstand in the lobby and buy one. As soon as he emerged into the lobby from the elevators, he was greeted with a very odd sight. Cliff Burton was skipping around the lobby giving Cecily a piggyback ride. “Three cheers for the Misfits!” he yelled as he bounded around. “Hip hip hooray!” Cecily started giggling uncontrollably. Lars couldn’t help but feel insanely jealous. Cecily, his own daughter, preferred Cliff over her own Dad. Not that she could be blamed really. Lars had never given her the time of day. “I got something to say! I killed your baby today!” Cliff sung. “And it doesn’t matter much to me, as long as it’s dead!” added Cecily. This sent both of them into laughter. “You got that right kid,” Cliff laughed. “Put her down right now!” demanded Lars. “What if you focking drop her?” “I’m not going to drop Cecily,” Cliff replied. “Well you sure as hell could,” barked Lars. “Put her down now!” “Who do you think you are?” Cliff demanded. “You’re not her Dad, Lars.” The word “Dad” hung in the frosty silence between them. Lars didn’t want everyone knowing about Cecily right away, he certainly didn’t feel like telling Cliff right now. Cecily broke the silence. “I wish that Mr. Cliff was my dad,” she said. “Why can’t you be my Dad?” “Because,” replied Cliff, as he set Cecily carefully down on the sofa. “I’m one of the few guys in Denmark who hasn’t porked your mother.” “Well maybe someday you could be my Dad,” said Cecily, as she sadly looked down at her feet. “You’d have to ask your Mom on that one,” said Cliff, as he lit a cigarette. “We’d have to get rid of Mr. James.” “That’s all Mummy talks about is Mr. James,” Cecily scoffed. “If she isn’t with Mr. James, then she’s talking about him. Sometimes I feel that she cares for him more than me!” “I’m sure that’s not true,” Cliff replied. “I bet someday you’ll find your Dad.” He looked at Lars out of the corner of his eye. Lars was staring at them, stone faced. “Until then, I can pretend to be your Dad. Alright?” Cecily smiled and nodded. “I would like that very much Mr. Cliff,” said replied. “I mean, Daddy,” she added shyly. That was just too fucking much for Lars. Lars marched over to the newsstand, and threw a few bucks down onto the counter. “Two stamps, and a box of chocolates,” he barked rudely at the cashier. The cashier fumbled around for the stamps and candy. Lars snatched them up, and flounced off without even taking his change. Claudia had stolen his daughter away from him. He had missed out on five years of Cecily’s life all because Claudia was too selfish to let him know that he did indeed have a daughter. He was not going to let Cliff or even James steal Cecily away either. Lars threw his letters in the mailbox that was in the lobby, and then made a beeline for Cliff and Cecily. Cecily was now settled on Cliff’s lap. “Will you tell me another story about the Misfit orphan kids?” Cecily asked. “Sure, if you can tell me who the greatest bassist in the world is,” said Cliff. “Geezer Butler from Black Sabbath,” answered Cecily. “Right you are,” Cliff nodded. “I hate to be the ass who breaks up this cozy, and heartwarming, scene, but I need to borrow Mr. Cliff for a minute,” Lars snarled. “I’m busy right now Lars,” Cliff spat. “Go fuck yourself.” “It’s important!” Lars snapped. He thrust the box of chocolates at Cecily. “Here,” he said awkwardly. “You can have these if you let me borrow Cliff.” Cecily shook her head. “See asshole!” Cliff yelled. “Now go away. Leave us alone.” “It’s focking urgent!” Lars snapped. His hand flew up to his mouth. He hadn’t meant to swear in front of his daughter. Cecily burst into tears. “Nice going Lars,” Cliff hissed. “You made her cry.” He put down his cigarette, and went to coax Cecily. “Don’t cry kid. Don’t mind wicked, mean, and nasty Mr. Lars.” “But you’ll leave me!” she cried. “You’ll leave me just like my real dad left me and Mommy!” “Make her stop crying Cliff!” Lars demanded, growing nervous. I can’t even function around Cecily for two seconds. How on earth am I supposed to help raise her? She already hates me! She thinks that I abandoned her and her mom! “Look Cecily,” said Cliff as he turned to her. “If you stop crying and let me talk to Lars, I promise to not only tell you one, but two more chapters of the Misfits story. And I promise that I’ll come right back. I would never leave you.” Cecily immediately stopped crying. She wiped her tears and nodded. “You’ll come back?” she asked. “You bet. Now that’s a good girl,” Cliff nodded, and gently touched her hair. Lars couldn’t help but feel another pang of jealousy. It wasn’t fair! “Okay Lars,” Cliff growled once they were out of Cecily’s earshot. “What’s so fucking important? I already was in the studio today for eight fucking hours!” “It’s not that, it’s just that I have to tell you something,” Lars replied. He looked over at Cecily, who was sitting alone on the sofa watching them. She smiled and waved at Cliff. “I can’t imagine it’s more important than poor, little, Cecily, but go on,” said Cliff as he lit another cigarette. “The poor girl has had nothing but a deadbeat for a father, and a whore for a mother. I think that it’s important that at least someone puts her first for once.” “I am putting her first!” Lars yelled, getting all shaken up. “You want to know what? I’m Cecily’s Father. She’s my daughter, but I’m not a deadbeat!” “Considering that she doesn’t even know who her dad is, I’d say that you sure as hell are,” muttered Cliff. He blew a cloud of smoke into Lars’s face. “Fock you!” Lars snarled. “It’s not my fault. I didn’t even know that she existed, but now that I do, I’m going to make sure to do whatever is best for her.” “You don’t even know what’s best for Cecily,” Cliff shot. “I sure as hell do!” snorted Lars. “The best thing for Cecily is to keep her away from you.” “Fuck you Lars,” Cliff laughed. “I ain’t afraid of you.” “Oh well,” Lars shrugged. “I guess for once, her mother and I agree. I’m her Dad, and you aren’t. Whatever I say goes, and I say that you are to stay away from my daughter…” |
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| Raedoll | July 11, 2007, 7:48 pm Post #30 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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NO!!!! Lars can't take her away from Cliff!! Cliff's being such a great friend to her and a father figure!!! He's so creative and he tells her all these stories about characters she loves, and he might not have the best mouth but at least he's THERE for her!!! She can learn so much from him..and Lars could too, Her mother's a freaking whore and she needs to get her shit straight. |
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