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| Where the Wild Things Are; Het. James/OFC, Lars/OFC, 2012. | |
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| Verde Manzanita | July 18, 2012, 7:54 am Post #1 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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Note: This is my first fic in here, a James/OFC and Lars/OFC, and it's situated on 2012, so James is looking like this but Lars is looking like this, still with that lovely hair of 2008. Before the beginning of each chapter I have included a little poem taken out from a book called Persian Love Poetry I bought in the British Museum some years ago. I thought it would be a nice way to sum up the central idea of the chapter. Sometimes, however, I'll chose a fragment of a song, if it fits better with the chapter. Disclaimer: I do not own either Metallica or any of its affiliates. This story is entirely fictional; any resemblance with reality is mere coincidence. Sully Berckley, Laura, Vicky and George Berckley, Nicholas Finch, Patrick Whitely, Derek Lawrence, Doctor Morgan, Ellie, Clarice Johannssen, Soren, Kalinka and Henning Johannssen, Meredith Dankworth and Leonardo Branchessi are mine. Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this first chapter to Nora_Tallica, who has been my master in here and whose kindness and support are invaluable to me. Thank you for your patience and for all you've done, said or even thought, and keep banging that beautiful head of yours. Soundtrack: King Nothing - Metallica 01 - As Soon As I Saw You As soon as I saw you, I died. I am in turmoil, filled with passion and sorrow. I cannot see the clear light of day for pain, and so the sun has turned to lapis lazuli for me. Just make me happy in secret and return my youth to me. Firdausi (1020 AD) May, 2012 James hung up the phone putting it again into his pocket and sighed: the festival had been cancelled. Bad weather, bad organization, bad year they said... the usual shit. For God's sake, he had been playing for thirty years, that kind of things shouldn't be happening. He remembered the old times, when he was young and Metallica was beginning to be known. Those problems followed one another with awesome ease, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered because he had all he wanted: his guitar, his band and his friends. Still he had his guitar, his band and his friends but as time passed by, James, like the others, grew up and matured, and the responsible adult in him became aware of the fact that although Metallica did its job very well, their success didn't depend just on them but on producers, publicists and festival organizers who fucked the thing up all the time. And that, being already 48, annoyed him profoundly. Or maybe it was the fact that although his life couldn't be better (he had money, fame and a family he loved above all), he missed the hopeful kid he once had been. Locking himself in the studio with Lars, Kirk and Rob still filled him with enthusiasm, like before, but he sometimes missed those times in which the huge amount of responsibilities he now had didn't press him or made him feel like a simple gear of the industry. Endless interviews, photoshoots, advertising, bearing paparazzies... He was fed up, the only thing he wanted was being with his family, playing with Metallica and having fun, and things like this one bothered him so much and made him think about the kind of shit music was becoming. He forced himself to remember not working again with those stupid dorks and after putting his key-card on the back pocket of his black tight jeans he went out of the room. It was 8 in the evening in London and James was hungry, but news couldn't wait so he made his way to Kirk's room, just a few steps from his own one, concentrating on his urgent need of a giant bowl of fish and chips and a coke. He knocked on the door and it was Rob who opened it. He had his hair wet and loose, so James supposed he had just taken a shower. 'Hey' 'Hi dude', the bassist greeted, 'Kirk and I are choosing some horror movies to watch tonight, wanna join?', he asked. The room was a complete mess, Kirk was very disorganized and never knew where his stuff was. There were three pizza boxes on a corner and some pillows in front of the wardrobe, a sock hanging from the lamp and a lot of clothes thrown on the floor. James shooked his head and waved at him, who was sat on the brown carpet surrounded by Dvd boxes in between a bunch of T-shirts and his guitar case (only the gods knew the place where the guitar would be). 'No man, I'm tired and I have bad news'. Rob closed the door and sat down on the border of the bed. 'What's the matter, man?', Kirk asked not taking his eyes away from the movies; he had picked up his hair into a pigtail and he seemed concentrated on one of the boxes. Rob looked at him with a disapproval look. 'Pay attention, you moron, this seems to be important', he exclaimed smiling at him. Kirk sighed and looked at James. 'What's happening?', he asked. 'Rick has just called me. The festival has been cancelled', he announced. Kirk dropped the Dvd and Rob looked at him as if he was suddenly crazy. 'What did you just say?' 'But how...?', the guitarist started. 'Bad organization and all that shit..., the point is there's no concert tomorrow and we have two days off before flying to Madrid'. 'Fuck', Rob cursed frowning. He got up and ran a hand through his hair. 'Double fuck', Kirk added getting up too. 'What the hell? We had to play tomorrow and they tell us today?'. 'Rick has just been told too', James said, 'it seems there were too much things to organize and those fuckers ran out of time.' 'That's not our fucking problem!'. 'You don't say!' Rob stared at them. Kirk began to walk around the room shaking his head and James took a deep breath. 'Ok, enough', Rob said. Things were overflowing too fast and there was no reason to start a discussion. 'Don't be stupid you two. These things happen, just stay calm...' 'These things shouldn't be happening', James interrupted. 'At least we deserve to be notified in time, a week or two in advance...' 'I know, and I'm as annoyed as you, but arguing doesn't make sense.' 'The problem is we are tired of this shit', Kirk explained. 'I understand that a festival has to be cancelled but I cannot stand when people doesn't think about us. Not just us, not just Metallica, everyone playing tomorrow deserved respect, and what do they do? Telling the bands there's no concert at all a day before'. 'Don't worry man', James said. 'We're just not working with these people again, that's all. At least let's enjoy our two days off'. Kirk glanced at him sadly and locked himself into the bathroom. Rob stared at the door and sighed. 'He's just pissed off, he misses his kids very much and is probably thinking we could've spent a week at home. Enzo's birthday is near and he just wants to be with him', James explained. 'We all miss our kids, don't we?', Rob said smiling lightly. And his kids were not the only ones he needed; he had spent the last two nights thinking about his wife, remembering her eyes, her skin, her touch... God, he wanted so much to kiss her, to spend one of those eternal nights making love to her, hearing her laughter, feeling the smell of her hair... James's voice sent him back to reality. 'Yeah man... I miss those three so much'. He grinned. 'Well, I'm going to tell Lars, d'ya think you'll be able to handle...?' 'I will, don't worry', Rob assured with a mischievous smile and raised his tone. 'He'll get his ass out as soon as I throw his Nosferatu Dvd through the window!', he exclaimed. Another voice came from behind the door. 'Don't you dare, fucker! I'll kill you!' Kirk was the type of person that never gave up, he was very easy to motivate. His sorrow was fully justified but he'd probably be laughing along with Rob just in a few minutes, he was sure. James smiled as he left hearing Kirk's shouts and Rob's laughter, and when he closed the door he'd sworn those two were struggling for a Dvd box. He looked around. The corridor was lightly illuminated by some little beige lamps situated at the sides of each door, and the dark-wooden floor was covered with a soft dark-red rug. The walls, painted in a beautiful ivory shade, were decorated with nice paintings. He liked that hotel, it was quiet and offered an intimate atmosphere, plus all the staff was very discreet and treated him very well, so he lodged there every time he traveled to London. An elderly waiter appeared quickly from the corridor's end holding a silver salver with a tea service on it. He was walking fast and his big moustache waved with each pace, what made James chuckle low, amused. Behind him, a woman dressed in a violet summery dress approached slowly. She seemed concentrated on some papers she had inside an open yellow folder, big green eyes reading them behind a pair of black-framed glasses. She was tall and had her dark brown hair put up in a long braid that fell over her left shoulder. In James' opinion, although he did not trust in first impressions, she looked like an erudite, some kind of intellectual... truth be told, an intellectual with a good pair of long tanned legs, the kind that made a man turn around and look again, as he did in the very moment she walked by his side, probably not even noticing him. She went away disappearing in the corner with James' eyes carefully following her paces. Smirking mischievously he made his way to Lars's room thinking about the interesting things London offered. He knocked at his door but no one answered. He knocked again and then heard Lars's voice shouting angrily. 'What the...?' He rotated the golden knob and opened the door just a bit to find Lars yelling at his mobile phone. 'OK, DO IT AS YOU WISH, LIKE ALWAYS!'. He hung up and smashed the phone against the floor, tears flowing through his cheeks. He sobbed bitterly and looked at the door, where James stood speechless staring at him. 'Man...', he started. 'I can't believe it...' 'What the hell's going on?' 'Connie...' 'What about her?' Lars sniffed loudly and glanced at him: he seemed to be about to break. 'She's thinking about leaving' An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Did he say what he had just heard? But he looked so disappointed, so sad, so lost, that James knew he was not kidding. 'We... we've been having problems... she wants us to part ways at least for a month so she can think about the relationship' 'But... but why?' 'I don't focking know!', he yelled sobbing bitterly. James took a deep breath and sat down on the brown couch. Lars glanced at him. 'Can we just change the subject?' 'Ok. There's no concert tomorrow, the festival has been cancelled'. 'What?' 'You heard me. No concert, two days off'. James though he would shout and complain as Kirk did, but he just stood quiet and shrugged. 'Time to talk to her and solve things, I guess'. 'I'm glad you see it that way, 'cause Kirk almost threw himself through the window'. Both of them smiled lightly and silence appeared again. 'Wanna hear something funny?'. He nodded. 'I saw a woman on the corridor while coming here...'. 'How funny...' 'Shut it, fucker, I'm not done yet.' 'Go on' 'Well, she was walking while reading something, she looked like an erudite, with those glasses... and man, you should've seen her legs... long, tanned...' 'Dude, you're married!', Lars blurted. James raised an eyebrow. 'I know...', he said slowly, a bit confused. 'And you have three kids!' 'I know'. 'So you are married and have kids!' 'I know!' 'And you...'. James looked at him in disbelief. 'Who are you?', he interrupted, 'The mighty Obviousman?'. Lars laughed sofly and shook his head. 'Yes, I do have a wife and three kids, and I love them the most. Wanna know what else I have? A pair of eyes', he said. 'And a lustful crotch', Lars added laughing louder. James stood up quickly and threw a pillow to him, who grabbed it just before it hit his head. 'Ok, ok, just kidding!' 'I'm not planning on cheating Fran, you fucker', he exclaimed frowning, but he knew he was just messing with him. 'I just saw that woman and realized she was... well...', he doubted. How did she look like? Beautiful? Hot? He had just seen that complete stranger walking through the corridor not even noticing him and simply looked at her, as any man would've done. Because she was... 'Well...?'. Lars stared at him. 'She was sexy, ok? She looked sexy and interesting with that short dress and those glasses on', he admitted. 'Anyways, drop it, it was just a pretty chick in a hotel corridor, nothing else... we have seen lots of pretty chicks in hotels, don't we?'. 'Long time ago, mate... we were just kids'. Lars' face turned serious. 'You are overeacting, dude. I just looked to a girl...'. The drummer shook his head and mumbled something incomprehensible. 'I know, I know... I'm sorry', he said, covering his face with his hands and sighing heavily, starting to walk around the room. 'It's the Connie thing, man... I'm not thinking clearly, I'm very worried about the whole situation'. James watched him attentively. Lars was anxious and he understood it quite well; he had had serious problems with Fran some years ago, not to mention she had been acting weirdly towards him lately, and all he could do was getting worried and agonizing over it. 'Lars... you know if you need something we are here... I am here', he stated. Lars looked at him and gave him a hint of a sad smile. A tear escaped his eye and fell onto his black T-shirt. James approached his friend and hugged him tight. 'Whenever, wherever... but don't do this to you, please'. Lars hugged him back and smiled widely, his eyes still glossy and red. 'Thanks man', he mumbled. 'C'mon, go have some dinner, you must be starving'. James left after some minutes. When he returned to his place his stomach rumbled so hard he almost got scared. First thing he did was calling the room service to order dinner; he was told it would last at least 15 minutes, time enough to call home and talk to Fran and the kids. God, how he missed them... He had been out for a month with the guys, the tour was being crazy and they would soon celebrate their own festival to conmemorate those 30 years playing, so everything was great but he couldn't live without his three little monsters, and he knew they missed him too, a heartbreaking fact. He dialed the number and waited. A familiar voice answered on the other side making him smile widely. 'Fran, honey, it's me!', he greeted. 'James! I wasn't expecting your call', she said surprised. 'How not? I always call...' 'Welll, the kids... the kids and I were just about to leave...', she said, her voice trembling a bit. 'Fran, beautiful, are you alright?', he asked. Normally she would have told him how much she loved him and let him talk with the children, but she now sounded like if she was nervous. 'Yes! Yes, everything's alright', she quickly answered. 'Look, these three miss you very much, I'll tell them you have called, but we're late now and they're eager to visit the fun fair, ok?' 'But Fran...' 'Bye James, return soon... for them, please?' And she hung up. He was extremly confused, his wife would never do something like that. He wondered what was behind her evasive attitude but soon refrained himself: she was the most truthful person he knew and she would never hide anything from him. All that mess would be solved when he arrived home, after all Fran would probably feel stressed and tired and would be missing him as much as he missed her, but he was preparing a surprise for her, a sexy one she would like. It was a long time ago they were not together that way, long time since he took her in his arms and made love to her like he used to do in the past, passionately, senseless, but he was soon going to remedy that. The food arrived in time and James ate frantically, thinking about the conversation; he wasn't really able to push off those thoughts from his mind, for he knew if she wasn't happy, neither he was. By the time he finished it was alredy 10:15 and he felt satisfied and bored as hell; first he thought about writing some stuff but he was not really in the mood to do it. The guys crossed his mind then: Kirk and Rob were having that movie night and Lars would be talking with Connie. So he was alone with his boredom, two empty coke cans and a huge feeling of worry. He looked around, hoping he would suddenly find something super interesting to do, but the he shook his head and decided to go for a walk in the hotel and maybe find an entertainment. He exited the room and started to walk through the corridor, hands in his pockets and whistling some tune. But a very particular sound caught his attention, something that sounded too familiar. He stopped a few steps from his room and listened, the music came from somewhere across the corner of the hall. Anyone of the team members, besides them four, was lodged at that floor, so the song had to come from someone else's room. Feeling curious, he went round the corner and saw ajar the door on the room at the bottom of the corridor, a faint ray of light came in through the gap and the music sounded sharper, higher, as he advanced. When James reached the door he could hear himself singing King Nothing from the inside, and grew curious enough to take a quick look through the gap and push the door slightly. Quietly, he entered the room, similar to his own one but smaller, trying to convince himself he was doing that only to warn the owner that the door was open and a stranger could enter. 'You asshole, you are the stranger who's entering...!', he thought stopping immediately, shaking his head and turning, ready to go: after all, what the owner listened to was not his business. But something caught his eye. A small lamp on the bedside table dimly lit the space that lay before his eyes. The music came from an Apple laptop located on the bed. Just in front of him, laying on the floor, there was an open case containing a black guitar, a good one in fact. He advanced, forgetting the place where he was, and grabbed it gently, almost caressing it as if it was a precious object. And it was, for him. It was beautiful, slender, maybe a bit small for him, and it had a delicate silver "S" engraved on the neck, behind the strings. There were a bunch of papers with pentagrams and annotations inside the case too, with some dark green picks. So there he was, in the room of a stranger who played a Gibson and listened to Metallica. He walked slowly around the room, admiring it, suddenly hearing the sound of the water flowing near. His eyes fixed on the bathroom door, there was someone inside, probably taking a shower. His face went pale, he didn't mean to violate anyone's personal space, he was just damn curious. And a moron too, for sure. He left the guitar carefully on the case, ready to leave, and started making his way to the door. He only noticed the pair of black-framed glasses tossed on the bed, next to the laptop, and the violet dress thrown on the floor, just at his feet, seconds before the bathroom golden doorknob rotated and his whole body frozed. He felt nervous, palms sweating and heart beating fast. 'Fuck!' And then, it happened. The bathroom door opened and a woman carrying a white towel in her hand emerged from it. A tall woman with wet long wavy dark brown hair and tanned skin that moved her hips at the sound of his song, eyes closed and lips singing. And naked. Gloriously naked. 'Then it all crashes down, and you break your crown, and you put your finger but there's no one around...', she sang, soft deep sweet voice flowing. James felt his heart racing frantically when she began to dance, slowly waving her hips to the rythm of King Nothing. The sight of her body made him shiver, and for a second he soon forgot, he wished to be as naked as her. She had harmonious features and soft curves, and her skin looked so soft. His gaze fixed on her breasts, not very big but smooth. Water drops flowing through her body, running down her belly, almost made him growl, some of them getting lost in between her tights... No hair at all, as he liked. Definitely, he had to stop thinking in that very moment, but she kept dancing happily, her eyes still closed as she sang and laughed lost in her own fun while James tried desperately to remember Fran's body, but he just couldn't, not with that woman naked in front of his eyes. He shook his head and watched her as she slowed down and run the towell down her hair to dry it. 'The erudite, the fucking erudite...' What the hell was he doing there, apart from something that was probably illegal? All of a sudden he saw a pair of big green eyes staring at him visibily surprised, she must have opened them while he was blaming himself for poking his nose into other's business. He started to sweat, hands trembling before he clenched his fists. A couple of minutes of incredibily uncomfortable silence followed one of the weirdest situations he had ever been, for sure. She didn't yell, she just stood there, absolutely immobile, looking at him. His mind began to run, trying to decide in between staying there, looking at that intense green, or rushing to the door and getting the fuck out of the room as fast as he could, but his body didn't answer, his feet were glued to the floor. She just stared at him with her eyes wide open, drops still falling. Not moving, not talking, not breathing. 'Christ... this is gonna be hard to explain' Edited by Verde Manzanita, September 22, 2012, 3:02 pm.
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| -DJ- | July 18, 2012, 8:09 am Post #2 |
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Blackened
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Yay i really like it! James can sneak into my room any time he wants.... |
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| Sekhmet49 | July 18, 2012, 8:29 am Post #3 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Great great great! I LOVE IT! Seriously, there are enough details but not too much, you're setting the atmosphere very nicely. impatient to read the rest!
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| Nora_Tallica | July 18, 2012, 9:43 am Post #4 |
Outlaw Torn
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I love it! I have to say that you're a good writer, I'm already in love with this story. I'll be waiting for more! because I can't wait to find out what happens in the next chapter!! Thank you very much Alba for the dedication, it means a lot to me love ya bunches! ![]() |
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| Shayniz21 | July 18, 2012, 4:34 pm Post #5 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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:horns2 Yes, this is really good. You are a very good writer!!! James being kind of a creeper is hott!!! Is that weird of me to think this? Would anyone else agree?
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | July 19, 2012, 4:01 pm Post #6 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Monster likes, monster wants more :horns2
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| lusy_orion | July 20, 2012, 3:41 pm Post #7 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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Interesting ... more please!! James....well ....i hope you have a really good explanation |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | July 20, 2012, 5:14 pm Post #8 |
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// Sunglasses indoors.
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I loved it! Wanna know what's gonna happen between James and that girl More
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| HannahBanana | July 20, 2012, 5:54 pm Post #9 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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This is great
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| lusy_orion | July 25, 2012, 1:14 pm Post #10 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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Update... I want to know what will happen...come on, don't make mi wait...
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| Nora_Tallica | August 1, 2012, 5:53 pm Post #11 |
Outlaw Torn
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poke! |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | August 11, 2012, 5:22 pm Post #12 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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ye like poke
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| I_Disappear | August 25, 2012, 11:52 am Post #13 |
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Blackened
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Wow!! Just Wow. This is incredible. The perfect mixture of fine detail and vagueness. I love that there is drama already with Connie and Lars, potential drama between James and Fran, and then James and this unknown woman. Please update! I'll even let you bounce ideas off me if you need someone to listen!! |
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| Verde Manzanita | September 6, 2012, 11:54 am Post #14 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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I'm sorry for the delay girls, I'm studying and doing my September exams now and I have to concentrate on them, but I promise I will update in two weeks time, ok? Thanks for all your kind comments
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| CarpeDiemBaby | September 6, 2012, 6:15 pm Post #15 |
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// Sunglasses indoors.
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I'll be waiting
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