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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 (66,488 Views)
namenlos
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She should have let him suffer for a bit. I would have. :biggrin
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Indeed Angel is an angel.
I feel so sorry for both of them, Angel because of what she's been through and James cos he feels so bad, hope he's gonna do something about that temper of his...jeez that was an ugly thing
Thanks for the update, Olya! :heart:
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Ehehe, I'd have ,mad him suffer too Lori.
Wind him up. Drive him 'mad'
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I couldn't forgive violence that fast.
Time would heal but, not right away for sure.
She must really love him.
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Apr 12 2010, 04:44 PM
Ehehe, I'd have ,mad him suffer too Lori.
Wind him up. Drive him 'mad'
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I couldn't forgive violence that fast.
Time would heal but, not right away for sure.
She must really love him.
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Of coarse she loves him! And, she just knows, how bad you feel, when you hurt someone you love...
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Ok, so, how the hell have I not gotten into this fic?? Huh?? Am I fucking blind?? I can't believe I've overlooked such an awesome story! I just read the entire story, and, wow... perty hot!!! And I love James in these kind of fics: protective male over his woman. So fucking hot! :drool :bed:
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Thanks for reading and for your comments!
I love you all!!!
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More.













(Angel's POV)




I was late for rehearsal and as soon as I walked in Bruce jumped to me.

“What the fuck?”

I bit my lower lip, trying to hide James bite, but it was too late. I watched my brother's eyes narrow, but before he could say anything I heard Adrian's voice.

“Well, you look... dashing, what the fuck happened to your lip?”

Steve and Nicko turned our way and I smiled, trying to laugh it off. “We were drunk last night and... we got a bit carried away, you know...”

“Fuck... I can't wait to see what you did to him!” Steve giggled and I walked to my guitar, praying that this conversation fulled my brother.

I pulled my guitar up, throwing the strap over my shoulder, but when it touched the sore spot I couldn't helped and winced.

“What the fuck happened?” Bruce appeared at my side.

“I told you, we were drunk...” I started but he stepped forward and yanked on my guitar strap.

“Bruce, don't!” I clenched my jaws feeling sharp pain twisting my whole arm and he quickly pulled my tee shirt off the shoulder. His eyes turned dark.

“What the fuck? Angel, tell me the truth, you tell me or I'm going to fucking beat it out of your husband.”

I quickly covered my exposed skin and his eyes moved to my wrist. He grabbed my hand and pulled my long sleeve up. Growl escaped his chest.

“Did he hit you?” He was breathing fast, his eye were narrowed, nares flaring up with anger.

“No, he didn't hit me, *that* I wouldn't forgive him. Bruce, it's my personal life, it's not your concern. Just leave it!”

“Were is that motherfucker, I'll kill him!”

Fuck! I know him, he's not kidding. I sighed and put my hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes.

“Look, Bruce... do you remember when I hit you with a shovel, when you accidentally ran over my cat? I buried my cat, got drunk and went after your car with a shovel, breaking the windows and smashing lights, and when you tried to stop me I hit you. I couldn't stop myself I was so angry at you.”

“Angel...”

“Remember how bad I felt after? I was begging you to forgive me all the way to the Emergency room, and every single day after that, but you didn't talk to me for two months! I was so miserable... I hated myself for that I did. I couldn't believe what I'd done to you. Guilt was eating me from the inside. I thought you'd never forgive me. I got drunk and climbed on the roof, screaming that I'm the most horrible person in this world and almost jumped off, remember?”

“Angel...”

“He was wrong, he knows that and I'm not putting him through the same hell I went through. I forgive him, he'll never do it again, we're fine.”

“This is different!”

“No, it's not. Rage is rage.”

“No, this is different. He's a man, you're woman.”

“Bruce, I said leave it.”

I let go of his shoulders and just turned around when I heard him breathe out. “No one hurts my sister.”






(James' POV)




I watched Angel on the stage from the side and couldn't help but feel like an absolute fucking shithead. Every time her facial expression changed with pain when her guitar strap moved on her shoulder, sharp needles of guilt twisted in my heart, making me wince with her.

“What the fock is wrong with Angel today? It's focking hot as hell here and she's wearing long sleeves and a scarf!” Lars walked up to me.

I looked at him and lowered my head. What was I suppose to tell him? That it's my fault she is suffering, that she can't even pull her sleeves up because she doesn't want everyone to see her bruises? Fuck!

“Is she sick or something?” Lars concerned voice raised over the music.

“I'm the one who's fucking sick...” I sighed watching Angel pull on the guitar strap.

“What do you mean? I don't focking get it...”

“She's covering...” Words stuck in my throat, I couldn't admit how low I fell. I couldn't say it. “Fuck off Lars!”

I snapped at him and started walking back stage, but he followed me.

“What like hickey? Is it a big one? Well, that would explained scarf, although I never remember her care for shit like that... Did you guys got carried away yesterday? I mean I see that nice one on your neck, but what the fock did you do that she needs a long sleeves?” Lars played his eyebrows, grinning.

“She's covering bruises...” I lowered my head with a guilty sigh.

“Oh.. you guys, playing a bit too rough? What did you focking tied her up an--” He stopped mid-sentence under my glare. His eyes deepened into mine, then widened. “It's not that isn't it? Is something happened?”

“Lars... just.. don't, okay, fucking don't.” I turned away, feeling my eyes watering.

“What the fock happened?Come on, you need to talk to someone, I can see it. I'm here, you can talk to me about anything, you know it.” He tugged on my arm. “Talk to me man...”

I stopped, and looked at Lars, feeling that all that I kept inside is about to burst out in tears and he put his hand on my shoulder. I took a deep breath before breathing out.

“I'm a fucking monster. I hurt the woman I love, the woman I can't live without. I got jealous, I was fucking drunk and I thought she was thinking of Slash when she was with me. I fucking lost it! I just... I couldn't control it, I couldn't think straight... I just...” I felt drained after my rant and slid against the wall, covering my face.

“Fock... James... did she... leave you?” Lars sat down by me and put his hand on my knee.

“She... she forgave me...” I sighed. “If she would've gotten mad at me, beat the shit out of me, fucking killed me, it would've been so much easier... but she just forgave me... I don't deserve her...”

“James... I know how you get all angry... fock... if she could forgave you this... Shit, all I can say is, you have to focking thank God for a woman like that! You have to focking carry her on your focking arms for the rest of your focking life!”

“I know... ” I whispered into my hands. And I will.

I heard Bruce saying goodnight and rose up, not wanting Angel to see me like this. She wants her old James back and she's got it, I keep it deep inside, I bury it, I'll suffer for it alone.

“That was an awesome gig! The stadium is full and those fuckers are so loud!” Steve walked by us with wide smile.

“I'm so fucking hot and thirsty! Angel hogged all the water on stage!” Adrian caught up with him, throwing his guitar to his tech on the way and pulling his tee shirt off. Nicko said something to Lars and he gave me a quick pat on the back.

“We talk later, okay, if you need to talk more.”

I quickly nod and he followed the rest of the guys to the dressing room.

Bruce turned the corner and his wide smile vanished off his face when his eyes met mine. He walked to me and pushed me against the wall, hissing through his tightly clenched teeth.

“If you ever hurt my sister again, motherfucker, I'll beat the shit out of you and rip your fucking heart out.” His eyes were piercing me. “Is that clear?”

“You wouldn't have to, I'll do it myself.”

“Glad we're on the same page then.” He let go of my shirt when we heard Angel's laugh.

“I'm fucking baked! Someone throw a bucket of cold water on me please!” Her face turned worried when she saw us, Bruce looked back at her, straightened my shirt, and followed his bands mates to the dressing room, whistling.





(Angel's POV)




“James, is everything okay? What did he tell you?” I tried to read James face, but he pulled a weak smile on.

“Everything's fine.”

“Are you sure?” My eyes scanned his face.

“Yeah...”

“Look, what ever it is he told you... he's just, he's trying to protect me, it's not...”

“I would gladly let him beat the crap out of me for what I di--” My finger stopped his words.

“James, I'm putting the end to all of it, right now. It happened and nothing we can do about it, nothing we can change. We can let it forever stand between us, I can let you drown in your guilt, or we can make it into something that makes us stronger. Our chosen paths keep us apart for a long periods of time, we are on the public view and there always will be a situations when someone would spread rumors. Paparazzi pictures or someone just misreading our moves... if we start suspecting one another, if we wouldn't trust each other, we may as well call it quits. There is no love without the trust, not as I see it. So let's make a rule, right now. We would never lie to each other and no matter what we heard, no matter what happens, we trust each other above all. Can you do that, James? Can you trust me as I trust you?” I put my hand on my husband's shoulders and looked into his eyes, reading the answer that his lips repeated.

“You have my word.”

“Let's seal it with the kiss.” I pulled him to me and felt his arms tightening around me. Our kiss pushed the rest of the world into nonexistence, carrying us into ocean of our love. We didn't stop when Lars walked by, asking something, we didn't even stopped when a bright flash followed by the click of camera somewhere behind us. Fuck the world... we are together, in love, and nothing can tear us apart. When our lips parted I saw that his eyes lightened, grim lines of guilt that were gathering thought out the gig as he watched me suffering, disappeared. I breathed in and whispered into his skin.

“Now... take me back to the hotel, I'm fucking tired as hell and soaked in sweat.” I smiled.

“I'll carry you.” He picked her up in his arms and I lowered my head on his shoulder, giggling.

“Will you wash me?”

“I will.” He kissed my head and started walking to the exit door.

“And then?” I slid my finger on his neck, and smiled, noticing a hickey that I left on his skin this morning.

“I'll dry you with a towel.” He smiled back.

“And theeeen...” I murmured, moving my lips to his neck.

“And then I'll carry you to bed.”

“And theeen...” My arms wrapped around his neck.

“And then I'll cover you with a blanket and give you a good night kiss.”

I kissed his skin, and pulled back, moving my finger on my love bite. “And then I'll pounce on you and make you moan and growl in pleasure... that's the answer I was looking for.”

“I thought you're tired...” he smiled back at me and I bit my lip.

“I am! But that love bite on your neck looks so lonely... it needs a little friend by its side...”



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Thanks for update ! :)

Great writing, Olya. Your fic is getting really interesting reactions outta me. :tu:
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Damn... I had tears throughout most of this fucking chapter. Very sad, intense shit. :( But it's good they're trying to work things out. Keep up the good work! :horns2
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Good chapter! :horns2 I thought Bruce will beat James.Anyway,Angel was right,he suffer more in this way for what he did.James own Angel a romantic night. :P
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Good chapter! :horns2 I thought Bruce will beat James. :P

I was thinking about that, but Bruce is 5'6'' and James 6'1'' :lol:
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I was thinking about that, but Bruce is 5'6'' and James 6'1'' :lol:

That right! :lol: :horns:
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I don't really blame Bruce for wanting to beat the shit out of James. I'd do the same thing for my siblings. But, I'm glad that he didn't, since Angel and James are working things out!!! :D
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Daaaaw yes, james should feel guilty but :(
*snuggles* am glad they're working stuff out though :heart:
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Love you girls!
Thanks for comments!


Okay,I just want to share the link to the song I had in mind while writing this part. I know it's not Iron Maiden's song, but I love it and since Aria is often called Russian Iron Maiden (and it's my fiction...lol) I decided to include the link to that song, so you all can hear, what I'm talking about. :biggrin


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEXGnXpMvZE



Now without any more delays, more!













XXII. Bad to the bone.






(James' POV)





We small hiatus was over and were back at the our studio, going over the new album and fighting over the songs that should be included. I was pushing for Devil's Dance, Unforgiven II, and 2x4, Lars wanted Until it Sleeps, so finally we decided to come out with two albums instead of one, there were simply too many songs for one.

“So it's Load and ReLoad then?” I was going over the magazines on the mail stand. Porn, porn, more porn...what's this? A small thick envelope had Angel's writing on it, just two words 'For Jamez' with her signature A with the front side elongated in the form of the tail twisting to cross both legs to from an A. And small horns at the top of the A. My Hell Angel!

“Sound's great!” Lars stopped behind me as I ripped the envelope, pulling out a CD.

“Cool! The new Iron Maiden single!” Lars snatched it from my hands. “Let's see what they came up with.”

He opened it and pushed the disc into the player. Music came out of speakers and we looked at each other with question. It was 'Santa Lucia' a woman's voice singed in opera... what the...? Lars grimaced.

“What the fock? What is this shit? Did Angel put the wrong CD in as a joke?” He reached for the stop button, but I grabbed his hand.

“Just wait! I know her... it has to have some meaning if she put it there...” I got the CD case back in my hand, the name was right, I turned it over and my jaw fell open. Oh... my... God... fuck...

It was picture of the band, the guys were all dressed up, but my eyes just slide over the familiar faces drawn to Angel... Oh.... fuck... that is... sooo.... mmnnhh... I swallowed.

She was wearing a long dress, red silk was tightly framing her body, her long hair was done up with a few wavy strands hanging on the side of the face, and one of her hands palm down on the hip while the other was by her painted red lips, blowing a kiss. The dress left her shoulders open and one leg was showing in the slit of the dress.

Fuck... She looked absolutely HOT! Oh... my... I think I just... I had to close my eyes for a second to get control of my body.

“Stop drooling over your wife and let me see that...” Lars' hand pulled on the CD and at that moment the song got distorted, becoming slower and making the voice sound low. Sirens came on from a distance and after few seconds of silence a fast and intense riff blasted from the speakers.

“There is my Angel! I told you!” I smirked at Lars.

Lars' eyes widened. “Wow! This is focking brilliant!” He finally got the CD from my hand and glanced at the back. “Oh... fock, just look at them! Hahahhaa... It's hilarious! Ohhh... Shit man... Angel is so.... fock! She is very... I never seen her dress like that! I mean.... she's just so focking...”

“One more word Lars and I will---”

“Let me see!” Kirk jumped between us, pulling the CD from Lars' hands. “Wow! She looks hot! Jason look! What'cha think?”

“Oh no, leave me out of this, I wanna live.” He smirked.

“Kirk give me the CD!” I stepped forward, towering over him.

“What do you need the CD for? You have her at home... all alone... you know... waiting...” Kirk turned to me with a wicked smile.

“Fock Kirk! You just had to say that!” Lars hissed at Kirk.

“See you tomorrow!” I grabbed my phone, dialing Angel's cell phone as fast as I could while I walked to the exit. I heard Lars calling after me.

“Sooo focking predictable...”

The phone started to ring and I glanced at my watch, shit it's almost two am, she's probably sleeping. She just came back from London yesterday and was still getting used to the time difference. Should I just wait till tomorrow? I was just about to hung up when Angel's voice came from the phone through the sound of loud pumping music in the back ground. What the fuck?

“Hello?”

“Angel, I didn't wake you up?” That's so not the kind of music she normally listens to...

“Hold on...” She giggled and a few seconds later the noise faded a bit. “James, are you already done in the studio?”

“Yeah, kind of decided to split early today...”

“Great!” I heard a whistle in the background and Angel's voice came back muffled.

“Wait, let me step out, it's so fucking loud in here...”

My eyebrow rose up. Where is 'here'? She didn't tell me she was going anywhere... My wife's voice interrupted my thoughts.

“There, much better!”

“You're not home?” I'm okay with her going out, just... she hadn't told me she had plans.

”I can actually hear you now! Are you driving?”

“Just about to get in my car... where are you?”

“I'm at Marcel's, can you come here? You're not too tired are you?”

Marcel's?! A strip club??! My wife is at a fucking strip club... without me. In a strip club that has female and male strippers! I felt my hand tighten on the phone. Fuck! Cool off... breath, you've been in strip clubs without her and she's never gotten all upset about it. Cool off...

“I don't know... if you want me too.” My voice sounded more like a growl. Shit, I'm fucking incurable with my jealousy! Where is the trust? Cool off! You trust her, this is just harmless fun. So what if she's looking at almost naked guys. Grrr!!!

“Of course I do! I planned to call you later, didn't want to interrupt you in the studio. I'll wait for you here.”

“Who are you with?” See, she wants you there. She wants YOU!

“Just Lisa and Cindy, Lisa had a book signing in Los Angeles and they stopped for a short visit, before heading back to London. We're just celebrating, a little girl time.” Okay, she's just out with girls. Relax. I felt guilty for my jealous outburst and my voice softened.

“Are you sure you want me to come? I mean, you girls are having fun there... dunno if you want a guy crashing your party. Plus Lisa hates me...”

“Don't be silly! She doesn't hate you.”

“Yeah, she does... she can't believe you married me and said no to her idol, Bon Jovi.” Someone's drunk voice laughed in the background.

“Angel! Come on, you're missing the best part! He's about to take his pants off!”

Fuck!!! I really didn't want to hear that! Why is this bothering me so much? Is this what she feels when I watch strippers? Shit!

“James, just come over, we're sitting by the stage, left table. Love you! I'll see you soon!”

“Love you too! I'll be right there.” And I want to get there as soon as humanly possible.

Possessive much? Yes, I fucking am! The tires screeched against the pavement as I pushed the gas pedal to the floor and swerved out of the parking lot.


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I wander if James will see her puting some money on the guy underwear. :lol: I think James will explode.
Thank you! :horns: Can't wait for more!
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