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Which Eternal Lie; Time travel fic
Topic Started: October 28, 2007, 4:54 pm (15,760 Views)
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Whatever Dave wears he'd be dreamy. :drool :drool

I like how Lars said that he couldn't wear the Venom shirt. The very idea of Lars helping Dave dress for a party is amusing indeed!

I just hope that Dave can be a gentleman, especially around Bridget. :wink
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I got some time before I go to work, so here's another chapter :)

Chapter 87

Dave nursed a glass of punch, his eyes following Bridget's every move. The others were with their wives, mingling with the guests, while the children played in a corner, supervised by Amy.

He frowned when he saw Bridget dancing with a young man. He was dressed elegantly, if rather foppishly, in tight black breeches, a white silk shirt, and an embroidered green silk jacket. His wavy golden blond hair framed an almost pretty, effeminate face.

He's probably gay anyway. But I bet he's loaded. Maybe she's dancing with him out of courtesy, he thought, draining his punch.

"Mustaine, you all right? Don't do anything stupid", admonished Lars.

"Shut up, Ulrich. That guy she's dancing with looks gay, or is that me?", he chuckled.

"Yeah, he does look gay. Put makeup and spandex on him, and he could be in Poison", he joked.

"I bet her dad foisted him on her, 'cause his dad is loaded", he said bitterly.

"Dave, you can't just fuck her and leave. Her dad's really gonna kick your ass. You gotta court these types of girls", he said.

"You court your wife, Lars? What did you do, bring her flowers and shit?", he taunted.

"No, asswipe. We went dancing, and we talked a lot. I told her about California and Denmark and the future. She was thrilled, she's got both beauty and brains", he boasted.

Dave's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, I never thought you had a romantic side, Ulrich", he said grudgingly.

"Hey, it was for a higher purpose. There's other chicks here, Mustaine. Hell, some of them are pretty hot. Don't do anything stupid", said Lars.


"Are you enjoying the dance, Bridget?"

Bridget smiled wanly at the young man dancing with her. Simon Bergstrom was the son of her father's main partner, Thor Bergstrom. He was quite good-looking and charming, but she did not particularly care for him, finding him arrogant and vain.

"I am fine, Simon. Please get me a glass of punch", she replied.

Simon winked at her, walking over to the punchbowl. He frowned when he saw Dave filling his own cup. He'd seen the looks Dave had given Bridget, and he didn't like it one bit.

He is but a peasant, and Bridget is a princess. He have better not go near her, he scowled.

Dave frowned at Simon. He's probably gay anyway. And his dad just wants the family's money. H e'd better not hurt her, he thought.

He breathed a sigh of relief when Simon left. Just then, he noticed another young man fill his cup with punch. His eyes widened when he noticed the incredible resemblance between him and David Ellefson. That guy looks just like Junior, he mused.

"Is your name Ellefson, by any chance?", he asked.

"No, but my sister is married to a man name Ellefson. I am Leif Holmgren", he said, speaking with a heavy Norwegian accent.

"You must be one of Junior's ancestors", he whispered. "Cool, I'm Dave Mustaine. Glad to meet you, kid", he said.

"Ja. Are you English? You do not sound Norwegian", said Leif.

"Nope. I'm from American, my family is originally from Ireland, though. See ya around, Junior", he said.
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Simon doesn't seem that bad. I mean, he's just a little paranoid that Dave is hanging around his woman. It looks like Dave might have to be a gentleman if he wants to roll and keep up with people like Simon.
I also like romantic Lars, and the crack about Simon could be in Poison. :lol:

I can't wait to see where this chapter is going to go, and if there is going to be a battle of Bridget's affections.
Good stuff! :)
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I guess Bridget wouldn't be unhappy with Dave if she wants fun before getting married :wink Too bad they're from different 'levels', that certainly sucked in the past :( All this misalliance thing -_-
Lars making fun from Simon and Poison was really funny :lol:
Great chapters! :heart:
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Chapter 88

The party continued for several more hours. Dave's initial anger gave away to a slight depression. Bridget danced with several more young men, each of them good-looking and rich.

However, he could see the sad look in her eyes, even though she tried to hide it. She doesn't like this either. But maybe Lars is right. If we go back, I can't bring her back. And she's a lady. I can't just fuck her and leave, he thought.

Fuck that, Mustaine. You sound like a quitter. You've never quit anything in your life. You gotta come up with a plan, he mused.

"Yeah, I can't quit. Why doesn't Sean have this crap foisted on him? Is it because he's a boy? This sucks", he muttered.

Just then, Greta walked over to him, a saucy grin on her face. She wore a tight blue dress, her long blond hair falling past her shoulders.

"De onsker til danse, Dave?", she giggled.

"I guess you wanna dance. Eh, why not, got nothing better to do", he muttered, leading her onto the dance floor.

Greta pressed her body to his, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Frisky girl, isn't she? Any other time, he would've just dragged her upstairs and fucked her, but he didn't want to. Greta's hot and has nice tits, but I'm not interested. Maybe there's another guy who wants her, he mused.

Greta danced close to Dave, grinding her body against his. She could feel the proof of his arousal, and grinned in triumph. She looked up and frowned when she saw his gaze fall on her mistress.

She felt a bolt of jealousy go through her. He gazed sadly at Bridget, as she danced with yet another suitor.

Fool, does he not realize she is not for him? I am going to make him want me, I want him, she vowed.

"That was a good dance, Greta. I'm going outside for a bit", he said abruptly, leaving her behind, seething with jealousy.
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Awwww poor Greta. I understand wanting Dave.

I loved this part

I guess you wanna dance. Eh, why not, got nothing better to do", he muttered

:lol: :lol: Just like in Peace Sells. My husband and I always do that. He or I will ask the other a question and we'll go Sure. Got nothing better to do. We'll try and snarl when we say it, but I'm not very good at snarling like Dave.


Awesome!!! :horns:
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Hmmm.... I wonder if Greta will manage to make Dave want her :wink
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Chapter 89

"Hey Mustaine, why didn't you take Greta upstairs and fuck her senseless? You losing your touch?", joked Lars.

Dave flipped him off. "Of course not, Ulrich. She's too forward, and Bridget looked miserable. I hope her Dad isn't gonna force her to get married", he mused aloud.

"Dude, Bridget's way out of your league. If Lachlan sees you together, he's gonna kick your ass", said James.

"Hey, that didn't stop Kirk", he retorted.

Kirk watched the exchange, his expression bland. However, he could empathize with Dave. I know, I felt the same way when I couldn't court Mary. Poor Dave, there's gotta be something he can do, he thought.


Dave tossed and turned on his cot, unable to sleep. The moon shone brightly through the tiny window, casting shadows on the walls.

I gotta get drapes for that window. And how come Ulrich can't keep his mouth shut? If Kirk can marry Mary, why can't I get with Bridget? I'm not gonna dump her, I'm not stupid, he chuckled.

There was the whisper of footsteps outside his door, as a piece of paper was shoved underneath. Dave frowned, walking over to the door and picking it up.

It was a single sheet of paper, written with dark, watery ink. The penmanship was delicate and light, obviously feminine.

He quickly scanned it, his eyes widening in delight. Hmm, she's a feisty girl, eh? Not that I'm complaining. I hope it's not cold outside and that no one sees us, he chuckled to himself.

Dave quickly put on his denim jacket, carefully opening the door. He peered around, making sure no one was around.

Satisfied, he quickly made his way outside. It was a warm summer's evening, the new moon giving off the faintest light, the stars above shimmering against the black velvet sky. The only sound was the crickets chirping, the wind rustling the leaves on the trees.

"Wait by the apple tree", he murmured, remembering the note. Dave walked to the orchard, until he reached the apple trees. Their white flowers hung from the dark branches, their heady fragrance filling the air.

"Now we wait", he whispered, a slight grin on his face.
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Poor, poor, Dave. He does earn a little bit of respect because he didn't fuck the shit out of Greta.

I love the idea of Kirk trying to help Dave out, maybe playing cupid perhaps. Kirk rocks and this story rocks too.
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Uuuuh, I'm extremely curious who wrote that message. Could it be Bridget? :wacko:
I can't wait to see! :heart:
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Poor Greta - and for that matter, poor Dave. (Although Lars teasing him that he was losing his touch made me laugh).

It must be hard for Greta knowing that Dave wants her mistress, but at the same time, I'm somewhat concerned as to how far she might go to get Dave... but we'll see...

As for Dave... well, he is going to have to either forget Bridget or come up with an extremely excellent plan. I'm certainly looking forward to finding out who he's going to meet by the apple tree...
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Chapter 90

Several minutes later, Dave heard muffled footsteps approach from behind. He slowly turned around, in case it was a trap.

His eyes widened in delight when he saw Bridget. She wore a thin blue nightgown, a dark green shawl draped around her shoulder. Her dark hair fell in two long braids to her waist, her feet bare. In this guise, she resembled a peasant girl, instead of an heiress.

"I thought it was gonna be a trap, but I'm glad it's not. So why'd you want to see me, baby?", he drawled.

Bridget smiled at him, her blue eyes twinkling. "Master Mustaine, I like you, I fancy you. I want to be loved, I do not want Simon, he is so arrogant", she muttered.

His eyes widened in surprise, a startled expression on his face. "What? So you want to have an affair, 'cause your dad want you to marry some asshole with money? And I thought Medieval chicks were frigid", he joked.

"I am not a woman of loose virtue, I am not a harlot. But I do not like Simon at all. I want a chance to be loved, before I am wed", she whispered.

"So you want me to be your friend until your dad hitches you to some jerk with money? Why don't you just say no?", he asked, puzzled.

"If my father breaks the contract, Master Bergstrom can sue and get Father's portion of the business", she replied.

"Shit. I'm not one to turn down a good fuck, but I can't get you pregnant, then we're both fucked. I gotta talk to Ulrich's wife, maybe she knows something of birth control", he said to himself. "Oh, and call me Dave, baby. I'm not old enough to be Master Mustaine", he chuckled.

"All right, Dave. And you may call me Bridget?", she said shyly.

"Sure, Bridget. How old are you? If you're like fourteen, I can't fuck you, that's too young", he joked.

"I am sixteen, and so is Sean. And you do have a filthy mouth, Dave. You swear more than Father", she chided.

Dave had the grace to blush. "Sorry there, Bridget. Bad habit I got. So do you play music?", he asked suddenly.

She made a face. "They teach us to play the harpsichord at school. But I do not like it, the music is too pretty. I liked the music at the party better, you can dance to it", she giggled.

"Yeah, Baroque music isn't my thing either. I can't dance for shit. Eh, who cares? What else do you learn at school?", he asked.

"The curricula for girls is dull. All they teach us is needlepoint, playing the harpsichord, French, and manners. I only like the French, the rest of it is boring", she said, rolling her eyes.

"Good, you're not dumb. I hate dumb chicks, they're only good for fucking. What other languages can you speak?", he asked curiously.

"Norwegian, Gaelic, and some Danish. Sean can also speak Greek and Latin", she said proudly.

"Wow, all I can speak is English. You gotta teach me French, it's a sexy language", he joked, as she giggled.

"Let's go baby. We're still in sight of the house", he chuckled, leading her farther from the house.
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I loved the part about Bridget scolding Dave for his filthy mouth. That was awesome.

I hope that things can work for Bridget and Dave. I want Bridget to be with who she loves, but I hope they both don't get in trouble. :(
It could be bad news if they did.

I don't care much for the sound of harpsichord either, though I did see it played very very beautifully once.


A very good chapter! I can't wait to see what's going to happen and if Violet will help them.
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So it was Bridget! :) I feel sorry for them that they have to hide their relation... And I wonder about Greta, will she leave them be?
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Chapter 91

Bridget could feel her heart pound in anticipation, as he took her hand. Oh dear, I am being so forward, but he did not mind it, she thought, trying to calm herself.

"Relax baby, I won't hurt you. I like you too much. Most of the time, I don't give a fuck, but I like you, Bridget. You're not some skanky groupie, you're a lady", he chuckled.

"Thank you, Dave. What is a groupie?", she asked, puzzled.

He blushed, a flush creeping up his neck. "Those are girls hang around bands, who wanna fuck someone in the band. Some are okay, and some are just gross", he chuckled.

"I hope you have not been with a lot of these groupies", she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, a few of them. I don't have anything, though, I'm not that dumb", he retorted.

Dave led her far from the house, until they reached a meadow on the side of the mountain. It was sheltered by walls on three sides and an overhanging roof, the grasses waving in the soft breeze. Beyond the meadow was a view of the fjord, the dark green of the grass meeting the darker blue of the water, the moonlight shining on the still waters.

"I came across this when I was hiking the other day. I haven't been hiking since I was in Scouts", he mused aloud.

"I do not walk much around here. Papa says it is dangerous, that I can fall and break something", she replied.

"Damn. Well, at least you got some exercise, it's good for you", he chuckled, putting an arm around her shoulder.

Bridget flushed, as he smiled down at her. "You've never been kissed before, Bridget? Because your daddy won't let you? I'm about to change that", he whispered, leaning over and kissing her lips.

The kiss was gentle at first, the lightest touch of his lips on hers. Dave slowly applied pressure, his lips gently forcing hers apart.

Bridget moaned softly, his tongue entering her mouth. She closed her eyes, rubbing his tongue with hers.

Dave broke the kiss, winking at her. "You've never been kissed before, right baby? How's that for a first kiss?", he asked, a gleam in his eyes.

Bridget flushed prettily, her blue eyes dancing with delight. "I liked it, Dave. Can we do that again?", she asked innocently.

Dave took her into his arms, looking into her eyes. He captured her lips with his, his tongue forcing her lips apart. She kissed him back, her hands tangled in his hair.

They continued to kiss, their moans filling the air. Dave reluctantly broke the kiss, breathless. "Wow, you're a great kisser, baby. I can't wait for the next lesson. If the kissing's this good, imagine the rest", he chuckled suggestively.

"Like what?", she asked innocently.

"That was nothing, Bridget. Be patient", he said, helping her up. "We gotta go back before anyone notices we're gone", he said reluctantly.

"I know", she sighed, as they headed back to the house.
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