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I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC
Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,490 Views)
namenlos
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Whoo!!! That was a hot (and funny) chapter! Loved it. :biggrin
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Lauren Hetfield
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I've just started reading this story and I love it already :biggrin
You're a really really good writer and I can't wait for more :)
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Jäger.....

Thank you girls!
Love all the comments, you're too kind!
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XXI .The evil that men do.






(James' POV)





We got sick of the studio work and decided to have a little fun. Our trip started with a gig for club members only in a bar called Astoria in London, and it went great! As a bonus I got to spend time with my family. Now we were at the Donington festival and the week after that we planed to visit a tiny town in Alaska, called Tuktoyaktuk or as Kirk had renamed it Tuksukfukyuk.

I was sporting my new hair cut, not everyone agreed that it looked good, but hey, I liked it and Angel did too, fuck the others. Jason cut his hair short a few months before and Lars trimmed his. Kirk was the only one who kept his long hair. Kind of new Metallica image, like it or not.

It's not that we'd planned on it, it was just the next step and as much as I missed my long hair, after the burn accident it just didn't want to grow right, so I chopped it off, leaving it long at the back, short on top, and shaved on the sides. A bad ass look, just needed some tats to go with it.. well, maybe later.

Donington Fest gathered many bands together, and multiple trailers filled the grounds around it. We arrived early in the afternoon and went for a walk to say hi to a few old friends. There was a lot of people we knew and I was glad to see some of them, didn't really fucking care about the others. Angel got held up with Jon and Richie and I stopped to chat with Pepper.






(Angel's POV)




A few words with the Bon Jovi boys, a few laughs and a polite 'good to see you' and I moved on. James was talking with Pepper, I made my way to them and just raised my hand to get hold of James' arm when I heard a very familiar voice behind me.

“I see you're still wasting your time with this motherfucker.” Slash was standing behind me with a grin on his face.

“You better watch your fucking mouth, mop head!” I glared at him.

“Well you are a mother... and he's...” His grin grew wider.

“Choose your next words very carefully.” I noticed that everyone around us had suddenly grown quiet and you could taste the tension of the moment. We stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter.

“It's fucking great to see you, girl!” He stepped closer with wide open arms and gave me a big hug, picking me up off the ground.

“It's been a long time!” I hugged him back, smiling. I hadn't seen him in ages! ”I heard you're still with Axhole?”

He snorted and let me down, keeping his arm around my shoulders.

“Fuck, I miss you! Yeah... thinking about going on my own though... have a sick project on the side.”

“Really? Well, I want to hear all about it!”

I was really happy to see him, we were friends a lifetime ago, before I'd met James. I met Slash when he was with Road Crew, and when he got involved with Guns we slowly drifted apart. I just couldn't stand Axl's attitude, and his general disrespect for women.

“Bar after the fucking gig? To catch up.”

“It's a date!” My smile faded when I saw Axl approaching.

“Fuck, I'm going before the *diva* gets any closer, seriously, I don't want to talk to him. See you at the bar!” I gave him a small peck on the cheek.

“Sure run away, you know he'll be at the fucking bar, there is no escaping...”

“I hope he'll be pissed drunk and too busy with his sluts.” I turned back to James, he was looking at me with a serious face. What did I miss? Did Pepper tell him some kind of bad news?



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Woah !! The ultimullet ! :biggrin :drool :drool
Axl... yuck. Can't stand him...
And what's up with James with the serious face ? :blink:
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And we got to James' mullet :lol: :heart:

I turned back to James, he was looking at me with a serious face. What did I miss? Did Pepper tell him some kind of bad news?

How bad is serious? :unsure:
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mishmash
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Me thinks he heard Angels convo with slash and wants to beat him up now :biggrin tehe
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namenlos
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Ha ha, Axhole... good one! :biggrin :lol:
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:D

I love how they're confortable wiht each other, I hope Jaymz ain't jealous about it.

Wanna know what happened while she was chatting with Slashy ! :huh:
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elena
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Wow,James mulet! :drool I like it too.
I wander why James is upsate about. :blink:
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(James' POV)





Lars lowered his head to me and I barely heard his voice over the loud music in the small bar that we ended up in after the show.

“I'm going to get me another focking drink, you want one?”

“Jager.” I tried to focus on his face.

“Jager after vodka? That's a focking death wish!”

“Don't give a fuck, just get me some Jager!” My gaze returned to my previous view.

Angel was siting on the other side of the table with Slash, laughing at something he said. She'd told me earlier that she knew him a long time ago, and they'd become friends when Crew toured in Europe. She was so happy to see him today that I couldn't help but wonder just how far that friendliness got. She sure looked very interested in whatever he was talking about. Look at them, whispering in each other's ears and smiling, she even forgot that I'm here.

“Here is your focking Jager, I'm going to chat with Scott.” Lars dropped two glasses on the table, but I didn't even turned, too busy glaring across the table. Slash said something and my wife hit his arm, throwing her head back, laughing. My fists unconsciously tightened and I grabbed my drink off the table, emptying the burning liquid with one gulp.

“You stutit...muh..stu-pi-der than I thought... hic...” Axl's drunk face appeared at my side. He giggled and fell on the chair by me, looking in Angel and Slash's direction. “I wouldn't trust her... hic... considrin their history...” His drunk eyes returned to mine and he smirked. “You know... old fucking flame and all... hic..”

I grabbed to his jacket and pulled him off his chair to me.

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

He tried to pushed my hands away and regain his balance, but finally gave up and braced himself against the table.

“He used to fuck her...” His smile turned into a grin. ”Didn't she tell you?”

My jaws clenched in wave of anger, I pushed him back and he slid down, falling back to his chair. So... it did get pretty far... just a friend my ass! Angel... why did you lie to me? Come to think of it, he only mentioned once that he knew her when we toured together. He never said anything... Only when Lars started talking about my marriage. Axl's drunk voice raised over music.

“All bitches are the same... you can't trust them...” He got up and melted out of my view.

My eyes returned across the table, teeth grinding with rage. Angel took her glass off the table and a bit of it got spilled on her leg. Slash's hand got hold of hers to steady it and they both laughed. Now he's touching her?! My jealousy hit boiling point and I tried to extinguish it with another drink, but it only fired up my rising anger. That is it! I have to stop this!

“Angel!” I slowly got up, feeling very unsteady on my feet, and stepped away from the table. She turned to me with a smile.

“Are you okay, baby?”

Maybe it's nothing... I need to cool off... I need some air... I felt the room turning around me and she quickly got up, bracing me and turning to Slash.

“I think James needs a little help, see you later Saul, and don't forget to call me!”

My head spun in a drunk haze. Oh... he'll call you, don't you fucking worry! And when he does I'll shove his fucking phone up his ass! I made one step toward Slash, but my legs refused to move the right way and I leaned on Angel's shoulder. I'll get you later... too fucked up today. Fucking Jager, gets me every time...



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I think Axl lied.I hope James wouldn't make a scene because he is drunk and jealous,but I'm sure that home he will have a disscusion with Angel.
Thank you for the chapter! :horns2
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I was right!! tehe.
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Oh... fucking Axl. :bat
He's probably lying anyway.
But poor James and his alcohol addiction. Very sad... :(

Thanks for update, Olya. :)
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Thanks for the comments!

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More. This part came out too long, so I'll post it in two parts.












(Continue of James' POV)





By the time we reached our hotel, we were all over each other and I had forgotten all about Slash and my jealousy. Finding a key and opening the door took some time, but we finally stumbled into our room, kissing and ripping each other's clothes off.

Her eager lips were sucking on my neck, her hands were roaming over my body. I struggled with my jeans a bit, but with Angel's help soon every piece of my clothing was scattered across the floor. She pushed me onto the bed, breathing shallow with overwhelming desire. I pulled her jeans off, falling backwards in the process and she laughed.

“Stop horsing around, c'mere!” She helped me up, urging me closer and I fell on top of her, covering her body with kisses.

I reached her nipple and she arched with a moan. I moved my lips to her shoulder, nibbling on her soft skin, and raised my head to see her smiling with joy on her face, her eyes closed. I kissed her lips and she moan, but her eyes stayed closed. She never closes her eyes... she always wants to see me...What's different today? Why is she...? The answer slowly floated in my drunk head, bringing the bar scene back. Slash. Is she... imagining him with her? She's turned on after talking to him!

The picture of her with him burned through my mind and a storm of fury rose up in me, consuming my consciousness. Flashes of her naked body in his arms, her moaning under him... Anguish twisted my body and I felt my blood boiling, poisoned by vivid images. No!

I pressed her to the bed, sinking my teeth into her shoulder and feeling rage of jealousy taking over me. I entered her and started thrusting fast and rough, slamming into her with fury. My teeth clenched on her skin, and I felt a coppery taste on my lips.

“Fuck! James! Too rough!”

I ignored her cry, pumping away with a clouded mind, completely overtaken by violent intensity.

“Stop it!” She tried to push me off, but I got hold of her arms and pinned them above her head with one hand. A deep growl came from the depth of my chest.

“You're mine! No one can touch you! No one!”

“James, you're hurting me!” Another cry, her body twisting under me, trying to escape.

I silenced her with a rough kiss, gripping her face with my free hand. My teeth locked on her bottom lip and I bit down, drawing blood. She pulled her face to the side and I let go of her lips, moving my teeth to her neck.

“Fuck! Get off me! Stop!” She screamed and tried to free herself, pushing me with her legs. I held her down and increased my movements, feeling my approaching orgasm.

“James! Stop!” She freed one of her arms and pushed against me, but her fighting increasing my mindless rage. I grabbed her arms and pushed them to the sides, ramming into her until I felt my body convulsing in release. I grunted and rolled off to the side, catching my breath.

My mind slowly rose up from anger and madness and I heard quiet weeping beside me. Angel! What did I just... Fuck! Did I just... raped her? How could I? Oh... God... what is fucking wrong with me?!

I roughly sat up, rubbing my face with shaking hands and looked back at my wife. She was laying on her back, covering her face with her hands. Oh... no... Fuck! I reached for her blood covered shoulder, feeling her body tremble under my touch.

Oh no... what have I done... oh God...

“Angel...” My voice shook and she slowly lowered her hands. Tears were rolling from her eyes mixing with a bloody trail, that ran from her lips to her neck. I did that?! Oh... no... Fuck... sickness turned my stomach.

“Baby... I... I don't know why... dear God... I'm so sorry...” My voice quivered, hands rose up and gripped into my hair, then dropped down, turning to fists. She slowly got up, not even looking at me, put her robe on and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Not a word. I rubbed my face and dropped on the blood stained sheets, closing my eyes shut. How could I do that to her??! Fuck... Fuuuck!!! Hands rose up again and smashed into the bedding.

I sat up, feeling my whole body shake and walked to the bathroom door, slowly pulling it open. She stood by the sink holding a wet towel to her face, and I heard her sob. I walked to her and raised my hands to her shoulders, but she jerked away from my touch. She hates me... my head spun, legs felt weak and I dropped down onto my knees beside her.

“Angel... I... I couldn't control it...”

She looked at me with eyes full of tears, and I felt a knife twisting in my heart, pushing out a weak plea.

“Please don't hate me...”

She ignored my cry and walked past me, leaving me standing alone. Not a word. Fuck! I wish she'd get angry, hit me, scream at me, shake me, fucking kill me, anything but silence!

I sat on the floor and slammed the back of my head against the wall. Fuck!!! You fucking animal! Fucking drunk asshole! Even if she was with him, it was long before she met you, you son of a bitch! I slammed my head again, harder this time, putting all my anger at myself into it.

My head resonated with a loud bang and a wave of nausea came up from my stomach. I barely made it to the toilet before spilling my guts. When my stomach stopped twisting with sickness, I raised myself to the sink, turning the water on. My eyes drifted up and I saw my reflection in the mirror with blood covered lips and chin. Fucking monster!

“Fuck!!!” My fist smashed the disgusting image, raining pieces of broken glass down.

I washed my face and took the towel from the counter, Angel's blood on the white towel made my heart sink and I slid back to the floor, weeping into the towel. I'm a monster... she would never forgive me...



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Olya,you are a great authour!This chapter is so good. :wink
I can't believe what James did.It's normal if Angel doesn't talk to him a while.
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