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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,504 Views) | |
| elena | December 5, 2009, 11:41 am Post #61 |
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Outlaw Torn
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So they will have a baby. I hope that he won't ask her to become a housewife.
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| namenlos | December 5, 2009, 12:43 pm Post #62 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Aw, James was so sweet in that last part. ![]() And Kirk and James were funny trying to buy a pregnancy test.
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| MetalSanta | December 5, 2009, 9:45 pm Post #63 |
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Imitations are pale...
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OK now I wanna go buy pregnancy tests with Kirk !!!! But could they handle a baby ? I mean...They're f****n BIG ROCKSTARS !!!! (the anti-kid girl has spoken) Pleeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzze continue
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| StevieNicks | December 6, 2009, 10:15 am Post #64 |
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Pictorial Queen
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OMG metal-baby underway! |
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| Olyamet | December 8, 2009, 8:43 pm Post #65 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls! IX. Lightning Strikes Twice. (Angel's POV) Time went on, the last few years were hard, work tore us apart, many times throwing us in opposite sides of the globe, but we did it. James barely made it to UK for the birth of our daughter and after spending only short few days with us, continued on his tour. I took a little break to stay home with the newborn for the half a year and then Iron Maiden went on the road. I felt guilty wanting to go back to touring, I felt guilty because it was pulling me away from my family, and because somewhere deep inside I wanted it. I missed it. I missed the shows, the fans, the stage, the feeling of being completely taken by the music. I couldn't live without it. Thank God for the help my mother gave us. She refused to let her first granddaughter to spend time with a babysitter and followed me on the tour. Then came another peaceful time at home, recording and another tour. This time mother stayed at home with my baby, since the life on the road was clearly not her thing. I don't know how we planned this tours, but there were no crossings, no way to see each other and it was tearing my heart. I missed James so much, the only contact we had in the last four months was over the phone and touring didn't seems so great anymore. Today, I woke up with a heavy feeling. The day started badly, my baby girl was asking me on the phone when I would come back home and it made me cry. I played the show with a bleeding heart, all I wanted was to go home, to be with my family. I was already in a pissy mood, when after the show I went to the bathroom and overheard two girls talking about me and James. Usually, I block all this shit out, but something one of them said was like a knife to a freshly opened wound. She's said that people like me shouldn't have kids, that James deserved a better wife, one without fucking ambitions, one who would center her life around him and family. I ran back to my hotel room and let my demons out. I looked around, broken pieces of furniture that were scattered all over the place, bedding ripped off the bed, the room reminded me of a war zone. I was sitting on the floor, with my back to the wall, a shot glass in one hand and Tequila bottle in the other. I felt completely drained after the outburst of my anger, trying to get myself drunk, and finally succeeded after the second bottle. I poured another shot of Tequila. “Here is to a worthless wife and a unfit mother. Cheers!” I gulped down the burning liquid and refilled the shot glass. “Angel, open the door! What the fuck are you doing?” My brothers voice interrupted my thoughts. I stood up and navigated my way to the door. “What the fuck happened?” His eyes scanned over the chaos, before returning to me. “It looks like ground zero. What's wrong sis?” I slid down the wall and drained another shot. “Nothing, everything is just fucking great!” “This doesn't look like nothing. This look like hurricane Hell Angel. Talk to me.” He joined me on the floor and turned to me. I drowned another shot and sighed. “Bruce.... do you think I was wrong in starting a family? Am I a bad mother? Bad wife?” “What the fuck? I know you miss them, and it's hard to be away, but you are great mother! And James knows you, he knew you wouldn't become a housewife, that you wouldn't leave Maiden, he understands that.” He took the bottle away from me. “Now, tell me, what started all this?” “Nothing, just heard something and got pissed....” My head felt heavy and I closed my eyes for a second... just to rest... (James POV) Booze was flowing into my body like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to get drunk quickly and numb the pain. It had been so long since I saw my angels, phone calls were as close as we got in the last four months, and it wasn't enough, I missed them terribly. The party was wild as usual, Lars was sitting between two groupies and they were giggling and getting very friendly with each other. Kirk had some long-legged brunette in his lap. Jason had already left with some girl. I grabbed another bottle off the table, Jagermeister...long time no see...I took a sip. Warmth filled my body...mmnn...it had been too long. Some blonde dropped into the chair next to me and smiled. “Care to share? I love that stuff!” I handed her the bottle and she lowered her head, moving closer. Her tongue outlined the bottleneck, eyes smiled and then her lips crowned the top, sliding a bit lower. I smirked and tilted the bottle, watching her drink. She had short hair, brown eyes, and a barely covered, killer body. She moved closer, her tits brushed against my arm and my drunk mind brought images from the past. Girls like that ready to get it on, anywhere, anytime... I watched her lips tightly pressed around the bottle and lowered it, pulling back. She moved her lips up and down on the bottleneck, before releasing it with a light pop. Lustful smile emerged on her lips, and I shook my head trying to shake dirty thoughts out of my mind. -------------------- Waking up was never my favorite part of the day, and waking up after a hard and long night of drinking was even worse. I swallowed, feeling saliva barely making it's way down dry as a desert throat. I opened my eyes and the brightly lit room brought the pounding headache to its peak. I sat up and covered my eyes with my hands, shit... why did I drink so much? I stood up and dragged myself to the bathroom, in hope that nice hot shower would help me feel human again. After I stood under warm water for some time, feeling my body slowly returning to the almost normal state. I grabbed the towel and went back to the room, drying my hair, fished a fresh pair jeans out of the suitcase, slowly pulling it on. In the corner of my eye I saw a movement on the bed and turned my head, freezing in place with horror. My heart jumped up hitting my temples and dove down to the pit of my stomach. The covers moved again, revealing last night's blonde. No... I couldn't.... I wouldn't.....fuck!!! My mind tried to remember what happened, but I drew an absolute blank. Fuck!!! It couldn't be! Fuck!!! I just stood there, unable to move, completely freaked out. Meanwhile, the girl opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Hey there stud... “ She sat up and I noticed that she still had her jeans on. God please tell me I didn't....please... “What the fuck are you doing here? What happened yesterday?” She smiled at me. “You don't remember anything?” “Last thing I remember was drinking Jager...” I swallowed, shaking inside. “Too bad, I was hopping my blowjob was memorable... you did say I'm the best, right before you passed out. But I can remind you.” She smiled, pushing her tits together and licking her lips. She clearly had no idea what was going through my head. “Get out.” “Wha..?” “Get out, just get the fuck out!” She quickly grabbed her shirt and run out of the room. I threw the towel on the floor and dropped on the edge of the bed, gripping to my head in panic. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!! I jumped up and picked up a chair, throwing it against the wall. And empty bottle of vodka followed the chair, sending shattered glass all over the room. “Fuuuuuuucckkk!!!” I was about to smash another chair but the loud ringing of the phone pushed another wave of headache, pulsating in my temples. I put the chair down and swallowed, looking at the phone. Shaking hand reached forward, picking it up and Angel's voice form the other side of the world send my heart into jitter. “Hi baby! I didn't wake you up, did I?” I dropped on the nearby chair and tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “Hey baby! No...I was...already up...” I tried to clear shakiness out of my throat. “I miss you so much! I couldn't wait to call you. My cell's barely working, I forgot to charge it again. Just think, one more day and we will be together, for a whole five months! I wish I could just appear in your room right now...” “I...I wish you could...” I whispered and my fist closed tight on the phone as I tried to fight my tears. “James...what's wrong? You sound upset...” My heart heavily pounded, her voice reached all the way to my soul and I closed my eyes, hearing myself whisper. “Angel...baby....I....I fucked up...” I was choking on the words, but I couldn't stop my confession. Somewhere I heard my mind scream. You fucking idiot, why do you telling her this? What the fuck is wrong with you? But lips continue, separated from mind. “...I was pissed drunk...and....I....woke up with some slut...” “James... I... can't....” There was a crackling noise, then silence. “Angel... God... I'm so sorry!” I felt tears rolling down my face. No answer. “Angel!...Please...say something...scream at me...just talk to me...please....Baby! I didn't mean too.. I just... I don't know how it happen...” Dead silence. “Angel!!!” Short beeping of the phone. “Oh...God....” I pressed the phone to my chest. I tried to call her, again and again, getting no answer. Fuck... |
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| Oh Hell | December 8, 2009, 8:50 pm Post #66 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Oh dear, dear Jamie you bad man. *massive tut*
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| MetalSanta | December 8, 2009, 8:53 pm Post #67 |
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Imitations are pale...
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !!!! No it's not his fault, poor him !!!!!!!!!!! And poor Angel !!!!! Ok still hooked, next chapter, chop chop !!!!
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| Kimmi | December 8, 2009, 8:55 pm Post #68 |
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Ouch... that was sad. James and his famous blow addiction... Also... this update made me think of Damage Inc... |
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| namenlos | December 8, 2009, 10:45 pm Post #69 |
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Oh, no... James... Temptation's not an easy thing to resist, especially piss-drunk on Jage, of all things. I do hope they can work things out... I mean, at least he told her. |
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| elena | December 9, 2009, 1:05 pm Post #70 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I'm surprised that he told her so soon what he did. At least he was honest and he was drunk.Great story! More/??
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| Olyamet | December 13, 2009, 4:21 am Post #71 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls for all you comments! I love you all! So...here is more... X. Fade to black... (Kirk's POV) Me, Lars and Jason were waiting for James to start our rehearsal. The last show on this tour was about to start and James was late. He was quiet on the bus and didn't come out of his hotel room after we arrived. I tried to talk to him, but he just told me to fuck off. “That the fock is keeping him?” Lars threw his drumstick into the air and caught it behind his back. “Dunno... he's never late, you're the one we usually wait for.” I was picking at my guitar. James walked in, kicking the door open, and went straight for his guitar. No 'hey guys,' not one word. Lars sat down and smirked. “Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” “I'm in a shitty mood, don't fucking start with me.” James snapped back, not even turning his head in our direction. “So no one can focking talk just cause you're all pissy?” Lars replied. “I told you not to fucking start, Ulrich!” James grit out through clenched teeth, but the obvious warning in his tone didn't stop Lars. “Fock that! I'm sick of having to tip-toe around you whenever the Mighty Hetfield throws a hissy fit, so just suck it up, because we have a fucking show to do.” James had been glaring at the drummer as he spoke, and when he'd heard enough, he turned on his heel and walked out the door, slamming it behind himself with enough force to shake the wall. “Dammit Lars! Why do you always have to do that?” I put my guitar down and followed James. I found him just as he was walking down the corridor. “James wait!” I tried to catch up with his long legs. “Fuck off Hamster!” He walked into the break room and dropped onto the couch. “James...what's wrong?” I sat by him. “Nothing...” He turned his head away from me. “Look, I know you miss your family, but you'll see them soon! Angel's coming to see you tomorrow!” I put my hand on James' shoulder and he turned to me with a sigh. “That's the thing Kirk... I'm not sure she is coming...” “Why? Have her plans changed?” “Last night... I got drunk and I fucked some groupie... I told Angel about it and....” “Why!? Are you fucking crazy? Why did you tell her?” I stared at him and he shook his head. “I freaked out when she called... and... I don't fucking know... it just came out....” “What did she say?” “She hung up on me...” “Oh.. fuck... I'm sorry men..” ---------- Through the whole show James was in a bad mood, Lars tried to pick at him again, and it just made everything worse. But there is one thing I knew about James, he would play in full throttle for the fans, no matter how bad he feels, or how wasted he is. On stage he always gave all of him. The last song was over, we said our goodbyes and started heading off the stage when one of the roadies ran up to James and whispered something in his ear. I saw James' face change, he grip to the roadies' shoulders pushing him back. “No!” His rocking voice roared over the suddenly quiet crowd. His face turned white as he dropped to his knees, covering his face with his hands. Jason and I both ran to him. “James! What's wrong?” He was just shaking his head and it took us both to pull him off the stage. Lars was talking with the roadie, he looked shocked, holding his hand to his lips. We got James backstage and sat him on the couch. He didn't say a word, just stared ahead blankly, with tears rolling over his cheeks. I had never seen him in this state, all I knew, something horrible had happened. Lars walked in looked at us, then at James and swallowed. “James... I'm sorry man... it's focking awful... I... fock...” James dropped his head into his hands, his shoulders shook in silent cry. Jason and I jumped to Lars. “What the fuck happened?” “There was accident... oil rig hit Iron Maiden's touring bus... there was an explosion... and... they said no one survive...” Lars finished with tears in his eyes and I felt chills crawling on my skin. “Fuck...” I felt my voice shake and tried to swallow growing lump in my throat. “No...” Jason gripped his forehead, rubbing it. His eyes met mine and he turned away, hitting the wall with his fists. “No!” “Look guys, you take James to his room... I'll try to find out more... maybe the band wasn't on the bus.... just watch James, don't leave him alone... he shouldn't be alone right now.... shit...I can't believe this...” He walked out of the break room, nervously twisting his towel in his hands. It took us a few minutes to get James into the car, he was moving on autopilot, and looked absolutely lifeless. I didn't know what to say to him, all I could do is hold his arm. What do you supposed to say to a guy who just lost someone he loved so deeply? No words would ever be able to express the pain I felt for him. Jason was quiet too, his lips were tightly pressed as if he tried to hold his emotions inside, his hands were nervously moving on his thighs, then gripped into fists. The short silent drive to the hotel and we arrived at James' room. He dropped on edge of the bed and we just sat down by him, feeling absolutely helpless. The phone ringing sounded too loud in the dead room and made me jump, James didn't move, didn't even blink. Jason quickly stood up and grabbed it. “This is Jason... What?” His face turned red. “Fucking vultures! Don't call here!” He ripped phone out of outlet, breathing heavily, then threw it on the table and walked to the window, pulling the curtains close. |
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| namenlos | December 13, 2009, 4:28 am Post #72 |
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!? OMG, poor James!
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| AryLily | December 13, 2009, 5:21 am Post #73 |
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Oh God ! You are cruel to stop the chapter here ! Come on, we need to know the rest. |
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| elena | December 13, 2009, 8:20 am Post #74 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I hope Angel wasn't in that bus.Please,don't stop here!!!
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| MetalSanta | December 13, 2009, 8:56 am Post #75 |
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Imitations are pale...
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Poor James... Please continue Olya, this is torture. |
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So they will have a baby.
I hope that he won't ask her to become a housewife.






At least he was honest and he was drunk.Great story!
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8:39 PM Jul 10