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Harvester Of Sorrow; How can a random teenage girl manage to change so many lives?
Topic Started: January 14, 2013, 3:48 pm (3,602 Views)
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January 18, 2013, 10:38 pm
Awesome update! :D


What's wrong with James?

That Amelia and Kirk scene...was amazing!

Your writing is awesome, please continue! :heart: :heart:


Agree with all you said!

Sometimes I feel Amelia has feelings for James and then for Kirk. @_@
Make up your mind, Amelia! :biggrin
Keep writing! :heart:
First, thank you so much for your comments girls!


I'd try to make everything clearer for the next chapter. :biggrin

I can't believe you liked this one. :heart: :heart:
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Sorry for only commenting now, i'll try to be more frequent i promise! :P

Yay another great fic from you!

More please! :) :heart:
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Hi!
Here's a short chapter ( sorry, I didn't know how to write it properly so I made it short ^^ ) !
Hope you'll enjoy it and thanks for the comments! :heart:

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Chapter Five



This could not be happening, could not be real. Amelia slammed the front door of Michael's house, holding her heavy bag. What did occur to her and why? Maybe it was the fact that she had no longer her mother to take care of her properly. At least, that was what the brunnette kept repeating to herself.

" Amelia! " James' voice behind her back made her quicken her pace.

She did not want to face him, to see in his twinkling eyes how sorry he was, to hear what he had to say. Once more, all she managed to do was running away, escaping from a reality far too complicated for her weak shoulders. Like she had done in November, when a danger had lurked the most precious person she had on Earth : her brother.

She walked the driveway as fast as she could.

" Amelia, please! "

The brunnette stopped as James grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to look at him deep in the eyes. There was no way to resist him now. She let fall the bag on the path.

" You can't leave like that, you know. " He said slowly. " You work for us, that's not that easy. "

Amelia shook her head in a perfect 'no', extricating herself from his touch. She did not know whether to burst into tears or to giggle. A roadie, what a joke...

James was one of the most intimidating people she had ever met – it strangely kind of remembered her of her former step-father by the way he acted. It was certainly not the same context : he never threatened her in any time but his words, even the most standard ones, affected her very much. Running a hand through his blond mane because of her stare, he cleared his throat.

" I shouldn't have treat you the way I did. " he continued, placing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. " I... apologize if anything I said hurt you. "

" You told me I was a whore! " Amelia shouted, not coutaining herself anymore. " A fucking whore! Just because Kirk took care of me when I was ill. You didn't need to be so... I mean... So you! ” she affirmed, stressing the ' you'.

" I was drunk. " he explained, his voice still calm. " I say stupid stuff when I'm drunk. "

Amelia crossed her arms over her chest, resolute in her decision. " I'm leaving whether you want it or not. "

" You won't. " James whispered, meeting for her eyes one more time, silently forcing her to surrender to his steel-blue stare. " Look, we need you here. Lars's attached to you, so is Kirk. "

The teenager giggled, still disapprouving by a nod. " You said you're not a band anymore so I'm useless. Here's the point, though. "

James rolled his eyes and made a step towards her, now looking at her up and down. Although she was mad at him, she looked pretty, her long brown hair softly waving in her back, her light satin skin bringing out her emerald-green eyes even more now than ever before. At least, he just noticed that. Pretty was not the right term. Hot seemed definitely a better choice. She gave him a frown to make him react.

" Fine. Do what you want. " James mumbled. " Leave. Doesn't matter anyway. "

" Do you like me? " Amelia asked and he could feel the seriousness in her voice

He swallowed hard. What was he supposed to say, now? A lie or the truth. And, for the first time ever, Amelia was confident enough not to glance away, even though her heart seemed to be pounding frantically in her chest and she started lightly blushing.

" What? "

" You heard, James. Don't pretend you didn't. "

" I... guess yeah. " He muttered, looking down at his skateboarding shoes, suddenly self-conscious in front of her.

Amelia's heart appeared to nearly beat out of her chest, the tears she was managing not to let go burning her pale iris. Did James Hetfield, singer of her mother's favorite band, just admit he liked her? This situation was totally insane. Without a doubt. Amelia bit a lower lip not to grin. For once, she felt rather smart.

" Why don't you trust me? " she even dared to ask him.

A sigh. James took a deep breath. " Don't wanna hurt anybody. "

" Why? "

" 'cause I'm afraid! " He threw angrily, screaming now. " Is that what you wanna hear? Me saying that I don't need a random guy in my band instead of Cliff! Then you've got what you want! Happy now? "

Amelia ignored where she found the courage to keep eyeing him, blinking quickly. Yet, her tears ran down her cheeks, falling onto the black sweater he had given to her.

" Fuck... " James barely cursed when he understood that she was weeping. " Sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. "

Unexpectedly, the fair-haired young man pulled her closer to him in order to comforte her and she let him do so, resting her head on his chest as her small sobs broke the silence. For the first time, she could hear and feel his heartbeats – which made her hands shake a bit as she wrapped them around him - and he gently stroked her hair.

" You can't split up. " She assured slowly, as she leaned backwards to watch him. " You, guys, are Metallica. People're waitin' for you all to face that and come back stronger than ever, right? "

He nodded.


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" Damn it! " Lars swore, tipping back his chair, his light danish accent barely audible. " I hate that! How are we supposed to judge someone listenning to what he only plays once? That's bullshit! "

" You already did that before. " Kirk pointed out, downing the last drops of his beer. " For me. "

" It wasn't the same thing at all. You just killed ' Seek and Destroy ' solo and we all knew you were the right guy! "

Kirk chuckled. " Didn't know that! Good to see you'd be nothing without me! "

Amelia rolled her eyes, amused by the two musicians sitting at the table, as Lars' laughters echoed into the quiet room.

Since their kiss at the party in Michael's house – a total mistake, by the way – nothing else happened between the guitarist and her. They kept their friendship like it used to be before this and that was the best thing to do, at least that was what she was thinking.

The door smashed open, startling them out of their daydreams, and a grinning James appeared, holding a bottle of vodka and a pizza. Amelia quietly sighed. She could not believe they were about to get drunk during auditions. He put everything he had in front of the drummer and took a seat near a window so that he could see the cars. The drummer helped herself some foods and glanced at the sheet of paper in front of her.

Many names put in alphabetical order grouped people from every side of the country whose the biggest dream certainly was to become a Metallica member. But one in particular remained in her head.

One she had heard of before.

Ignoring the jokes and laughs around her, she squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to find why this succession of letters sounded familiar. Just a matter of seconds. Indeed, a fraction later, her eyes widened. She remembered a lad living next to her mother's house in Philadelphia from her early chilhood.

Jason Newsted.

" God! " Amelia purred

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Hope I didn't made mistakes. :)

Thanks again! :biggrin
Edited by Sol, June 24, 2013, 7:03 pm.
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He called her a WHORE?!?!! What!? James you asshole!

I'm glad James apologized.

Amelia knows Jason?! This is going to get interesting... :D

:heart: :heart: Awesome Update! :heart: :heart:
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Yay!! Jason! :D
James can be an asshole but sometimes he acts too sweet! :heart:

Moarrr! :P
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Hello!

I feel like such a knob for not seeing this earlier.

But no matter, no matter.

I love this. Amelia's feelings for James and Kirk. One minute she fanices one, next minute she fancies the other. James being so sweet, but his persona changing into a horrible one and he calls her a whore.

I am interested to see how the story will pan out now the boys are aware that Amelia knows Jason, I am highly intruiged.

Keep it up, I love it :D :heart:
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Here's Chapter 6, girls! :biggrin

Hope you'll enjoy it just as much as I liked writing it!

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Chapter six




Amelia tiptoed from her bedroom to the hallway, thankful for the small socks that muffled her footsteps on the wooden floor. It was late in the night, far past midnight and, after a exhausting day in which they travelled during hours to come back at Michael's house, she did not manage to sleep. She had tried, in vain, picturing her ex step-father again and again as soon as she had shut her eyes. Unlike her little brother, nightmares invaded her every single night since the end of November, waking her up with a startle each time. She slowly twirled the handle of James' bedroom door, hesitating for a brief while but remembering the conversation they had had previously helped her to make her choice. She lightly pushed the door open and guided herself to his bed thanks to the moon light streaming through the curtains into the silent room. A wave of apprehension hit her and the brunette breathed in quietly, attempting to control her heart racing. James asleep was even more attrative now, his eyes squeezed shut, his long and messy blond hair falling onto his bare arms and his back as he gripped his pillow, certainly plunged into a dream. She gave a small but firm poking between his ribs, causing him to groan of annoyance without opening his eyes though. He felt the poking again.

" Huh? "

" I can't sleep and you said if I needed to, I could ask you anything. " Amelia stuttered, twisting her fingers with embarrassment. " I want some chocolate. "

James pouted then opened his eyes slowly, reaching a hand out to the light on his night table and turned it on, yawning. Why the hell did he propose to stay with her while he could have been going from bars to bars all night with his friends ? Amelia stood still, looking at him stretching up his numb arms. She was wearing his ' Fuck off ' sleeveless t-shirt with shorts as her pyjamas and had covered her nude shoulders with a cardigan. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, as he noted, that she had done with one of Lars' ties. James mentally listed to buy some clothes and accessories for her - she would not have to borrow their stuff instead.

" I bet you want me to come downstairs with you? " He drawled, getting up.

She nodded her head, a broad grin spreading across her face at his resigned expression. " I'm scared. "

" Bad dream? "

" Yes... "

" All right. I'm hungry, anyway. "

She giggled and he quickly rose, showing his tracksuit. Amelia followed him from his bedroom to the corridor, getting closer to him at each step she made. Looking around as she heard a strange noise coming from behind her, she instantly interlaced her fingers into James'. She had never noticed how much this house frightenned her in the darkness. James decided not to make any complain, feeling her cold fingers against his, warm. He would have wake up much time earlier if he had known this would occur. The brunette apologized and they headed to the kitchen.

She placed herself on one of the stools around the kitchen table, waiting for him to open a cupboard and hand her a chocolat bar.

" What was your dream about? " He asked, looking for the rest of pancakes she had cooked the day before. " I mean, do you wanna talk about it? "

Amelia helped herself a glass of water, took a sip of it. A lump had formed in her throat and, during a few endless seconds she wished she would have died not to answer this question. She tightened the tie in her hair and took her eyes off the young man to gaze at the girls' pictures taped on the walls, although she had removed them three weeks ago – being surrounded by men involved a bit more drawbacks than she had imagined.

" I dreamed of my mom's death. "

" Oh. " James whispered, straightenning up, in his right hand a plate full of food. " I used to have such bad ones like this when I was younger. "

" Really? " She said, patting the place beside her for him to sit on it

" Yeah. "

A silence filled the room for a brief while, only broken by James spreading apricot jam on several pancakes. Memories flashed before their eyes, remembering them of what they craved for sinking. The lump Amelia had in her throat turned into a heavy stone in her stomach and she emptied her glass fast in order to pull it out. She dared to glance at him, bitting into the food, hoping he would speak up again.

And he did so.

" Sometimes I miss her so much. " James confessed, slowly smiling. " And then, I hate her for leaving us alone, my sister and I, but it's life you know. I can't do anything about it. Fucking hate my dad for leaving us too! When I was eighteen, I just left my half-brother's house like ' Goodbye! ' and, the rest of the story's known. "

Amelia nodded, her emerald-green iris fixed on a pancake the blond had cut. " I kind of understand what you mean. "

" What's your step-father done to you? "

Amelia raised an eyebrow, surprise could have been read on her sudden pale face. James ran his left hand through his hair that prevented him from watching her, he just troubled her. " You mumbled something in your sleep while you were drunk. " He explained at her puzzled look.

" Did I? "

" Yeah! "

" Oh great... " Amelia mentally cursed the alcohol, coughed with embarrassment. " Jim was... how can I say that... sort of a 'tough, bad guy'. He.... "

One breath, just that. Inhale and exhale slowly.

" … tried to abuse me but never got the chance to. My mom was always there. "

Staring at the table, her legs swinging in the air, Amelia attempted hard not to blush but could not help it as a heatwave settled within herself. ' You're not strong enough for this and you know it, Amelia, for god's sake! ' kept repeating in her mind, teasing her, forcing her to struggle with her chaotic emotions.

" Say something, please! " she begged, whispering as tears started blurring her sight.

But James remained silent, swallowing hard the last pieces of his meal. He got closer to her and wipped her teardrops away with his thumbs.

" Don't worry. Noone's gonna hurt you now. That was just a nightmare, keep this in mind. Dreams aren't real. No matter how often they come in our sleep, we always can wake up to check it. "

This made Amelia smile. " Thanks. " she mouthed and James gave her a wink.

" So, you knew Jason already? " He brillantly turned the conversation to a more carefree subject

" Yes. Actually, he was my neighbor in Philadelphia a long time ago. That's pretty cool and ironic he passed the audition so well! I'm so happy for him. I remembered going to his parents' house every time my parents were arguing about something silly. He's a nice guy. "

" I don't like him very much though. "

Amelia rolled her eyes. " You don't even know him yet. You just talked to him once, James. "

" Yeah. " He admitted. " That's not really fair, huh? "

" Not at all. "

" I'll fix that up. "

They exchanged a smile. Amelia adjusted her cardigan on her shoulders while James stood up to put the dirty dish in the sink. The brunette quietly yawned, tiredness being visible since she looked drawn. She cleared her throat one more time, trying not to sound stupid.

" Does it bother you if... if I stay with you for the rest of the night? " She inquired. " I'd understand if you don't want . We barely know each other and that's really ambiguous. "

" No, no. Doesn't matter at all. " He affirmed. " As long as you don't wake me up again to eat! "

Amelia laughed out loud. " I promise I won't! "

" Awesome. "


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Kirk slightly swayed on the driveway of Michael's house under Lars and Jason's laughters. He put his index on his mouth to silence them, amused though. Then, he climbed up the small staircase that led to the front door. He would not be to blamed for waking anybody up. He searched through his jeans pockets to find the keys and, after a few endless seconds in which he thought he had let them in the last bar he had been – where he got acquainted with an outgoing and talkative girl named Rebecca -, took them. Kirk tried to open the thick door. In vain. His shaking hands and blurred sight prevented him from doing so.

" What do you think they are doing? " Lars' voice resonated loudly in his ears, causing him to turn around to face him.
" Huh? "
" Nothing... That was dumb. "

Kirk sighed with exasperation and gave up, letting Jason deal with the lock. The one raised his eyes heavenwards as he simply twirled the handle. A small rattle and the door swung open, causing them to giggle. Lars got in first, quickly followed by the two other boys.

" Since when do you, guys, know Amelia? " Jason dropped his voice to a whisper as soon as they were inside.

Lars managed to switch on the light put on one piece of furniture in the living-room so that they could more or less walk towards the sofa. Kirk flopped into it, thankful for the soft cushions that soothed his painful back.

" I think Kirk met her two months ago. " the drummer drawled, looking at the guitarist to check if what he just said was right.

Kirk confirmed by nodding his head then added. " Why? "

" I was just curious. " Jason said, imitating the curly-haired. " I know her for a while but it kind of feels weird to see her now. "
" I'd forget that. " Lars purred, toying with invisible drumstricks. " At least, you'll get used to her soon. She's a pretty cool girl. "
" I thought so. "

Kirk rolled his eyes as he noticed Lars pouting, took a peek at the bassist and slowly cleared his throat. “ Lars's a crush on her. ” He explained, teasing his friend

They both chuckled, expect the youngest who had widened his eyes. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, his hands all of a sudden sweaty and sighed with resignation not to show he was suddenly uncomfortable, to regain his composure. Why did Kirk always have to guess every single person he was falling for?

" No, I don't! " he lied, stressing the ' don't '.

Unexpectedly, they nodded.

" How did you call her earlier? " The guitarist asked, remembering the wavy-haired young man's reaction after he had recognized their ' roadie '. " It's not mentionned on the contract she had signed up. "

" Amelia Tomasi. I bet that was her father's name back then and now, she uses her mom's. "

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Hehe!

Thanks a lot and I can't wait to read your reactions about this chapter! :)

( sorry if I ever made mistakes )
Edited by Sol, June 24, 2013, 7:14 pm.
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Ok, that was funny and rare. :P

Amelia, first with Kirk, then with James now with Lars? Wow, give me your secret Amelia! :lol:
Aww, Lars having a crush on her, that's cute!
Oh man, what's up with that last name? lol

More! :heart:
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I loved this chapter.

James wanting to go bar-hopping. Sounds like him :)
I'm intruiged to know more about her past, how her mum died.

Can't wait for more :D
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Sooo Kirk....James....now Lars....and now Jason's walking into this mess?! Hehehe love it :D

So Lars has a crush!?

Well I guess the real question is...who does Amelia really have feelings for?


Amazing chapter! I love this story :heart: :heart:
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Hi, girls!
Here's chapter 7. I'm not really happy about it but that's the best I can do right now.
Hope'll enjoy it though.

I apologize if there're mistakes. :biggrin

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Chapter Seven


January 25th, 1987. Detroit


James leaned down to hug Amelia's nervous body, and grinned at her when she handed him his guitar before walking into the stage. The lights instantly focused on him, slightly blinding him for a few seconds, and the teenage she could perceive, despite the loud heartbeats in her chest, was the roar of the crowd. Kirk quickly winked at her from his spot on the big platform, causing her to giggle a bit, her hand covering her mouth to muffle her laughters, assuring her she would do fine for her first real work with the band. Lars counted, tapping his drumsticks together, and the whole band launched into " Battery ". Watching them perform in front of so many people, swunging their messy manes back and forth to the rhythm of the song, made the brunette strangely proud.

She had only known them for a couple of months but they had brightened her life up in a way she had never expected. They already had shared lots of colorful experiences - and still did. The brunette remembered the way they cheered her up two weeks earlier, when she had learned her mother's death while coming back home after going to the grocery. The woman's left shoulder injury got infected and she passed away at the hospital. The teenage girl had spent the entire day lying curled up on her bed, weeping like a baby, and they devoted themselves to stay with her, to comforte her the best they could while sobbing and cursing herself not to have tried to contact her anymore. She recollected everything they had done for her, starting by giving her decent job. The four boys had forced her to move on, for her own sake but also for her brother's. Thankful to have them lightening her existence, spreading pieces of their madness on her, she definitely was.

An shy pat on her right arm made her turn around to finally face a crew guy. He mumbled something about ' James wanting her to smile again ' and gave her a beer. She grabbed it and glanced at the stage, finding the singer grinning at her one more time, rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip in one seductive movement before sipping a bit of her drink. He laughed then returned to the microphone.

Amelia stared at him a little while, capturing every detail of his face, from his hair to his chin. More than ever, he looked handsome and she found herself chuckling. Oh god, their relationship had changed so much since a few days! In the spite of the heat impression that just hit her, the brunette put the little bottle on the ground and tucked her long straight hair behind her ears to control herself again. Going down the corridor when she heard the end of the song was approaching, she decided to fetch other guitars and drumsticks for the upcoming one.

" Are you Amelia? " a voice startled her out of her thought, making her jump a bit as she reached for the 'staff only' door.

Amelia stopped when she saw a young brown-haired woman in a short black dress heading in her direction. She nodded, smiling at her while Kirk's words concerning an ' awesome chick ' passed through her mind again. She looked at her up and down and instantly guessed why the lead guitarist had called her this way. She was just beautiful, her dark-eyes glaring, her thin silhouette moving quickly towards her. It seemed obvious that she did not have a ripped sleeveless t-shirt and shorts the first time she had met him, she thought to herself.

" I'm Rebecca. " She affirmed, greeting her with a beautiful smile. " Kirk's girlfriend. At least, I think that who I am right now. Did the show begin already? "

" Yeah, ' Master of Puppets ' will start soon. "

Rebecca approved, her iris suddenly gaze at her, from the top of her head to her shoes, causing the seventeen-years-old girl to flush slightly, twisting her fingers together with anxiety. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.

" God! " The older exclaimed. " The guys didn't lie, you're gorgeous! "
" Oh, thanks! " she giggled, flushing

Within herself, the young roadie wished James had told her more about her but, she knew him well enough not to expect that from him.


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" So you think you kind of like him? " Jason inquired, flopping into the armchair, making it creak on the hotelroom wooden floor, wipping the sweat from his brow with a towel.

Amelia shot him a embarrassed look, sitting up on his bed, attempting to control her blood pounding in her veins as she dared to lift her head up. She slowly nodded, causing him to laugh a bit.

" Then, what are you still doin' here? Go tell him! " He claimed wryly, winking at her.

Amelia raised an eyebrow, puzzled by the bassist's reaction, laying her hands on her hips. Jason burst into laughter one more time, certainly mocking the cute blush that came on her satin cheeks. He would certainly be joking, wouldn't he?

" Are you sure? " She insisted though, her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper

He nodded, throwing the piece of fabric he held on the ground. " Yeah, definitely. You're a really pretty girl... I mean, you're strong and everything. "

Amelia watched in amazement the wavy-haired, her emotions mixing up in a chaotic pace as her breath suddenly stood hold for a second. Then, the brunette quietly breathed out, assuring she was still making eyes-contact with her former neighbor, checking if he was truly honest.

Jason was just like she used to remember him, kind and generous, always there to help her out if it was necessary. Like he had already been before bringing her to his home when her parents used to argue. She was nearly four back then. She kind of considered him as a brother in a way. A true friendship.

The teenager chuckled with jubilation, clapping her hands, a broad grin spread across as he pointed at the door. Her heart nearly pounded out of her, raging its pace while she managed to settle down, smiled at him and made her way out of the room. Almost running in the hallway to his bedroom. Oh god, these last words echoed in her head loudly, resonating insanely through her mind.


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James twirled the door handle, holding in the other hand a bottle of beer, cursing himself for having told to Lars to join him to talk about his new ideas. Downing a bit of his drink as he swung it open, he almost suffocated as facing Amelia, recollecting he just had stepped out of the shower and therefore, was shirtless. The brunette gulped hard, her eyes stuck on the little drops that were falling down his wet long blond hair to his bare chest, hypnotising her, causing her to bit her lower lip in a movement James found seductive. What was she doing, for fuck's sake?

" Hi. " She mumbled, grinning at him. " I just wanted to tell you something. "

James's blue shocked iris widened and she glanced away quickly, feeling her heartbeats increasing even more.

" Come in. " He slowly said, completely opening the door for her to get in

As soon as the door was shut, the brunette stopped, turning around to face him once more. James saw her shut her eyes for a fraction of seconds, then looked back at him. " Do you remember when I woke you up the night I had a nightmare? "

He nodded, frowing, visibly not understand what she wished to speak about. As an only response, she moved a little bit towards him.

" You said you liked me, a lot. " She continued, lowering her head as she emphasized the ' a lot '

" Amelia... "

" Let me finish, please. " She cut him. " I won't be able to do this twice! "

James laughed, quiet impressed by her sudden force. She still had her pure and innocent expression, twisting her fingers with anxiety. God, she was the one of the most gorgeous girl he had ever met, except the wild women he had spent one night with. She worked hard and had such a wonderful personnality. His tireness instantly dissapeared and he pulled her closer to him.

" I... love... you. " Amelia managed to say, a cute pout on her face

She grinned at him for the unteenth time, could not help it nor control herself. He slowly leaned down to kiss her warm, expecting lips. Amelia squeezed her eyes shut, her breathing uneven. She could not believe what she was about to do. She felt his hands on her waist as he shoved her against the wall and she gasped. She was afraid now, picturing her ex step-father doing the same thing a few months ago.

" I... I'm scared. " She let out, causing James to stop

She straightened up on her feet, standing still near the wall, forcing Jim to go out of her thoughts.

A brief silence filled the room and Amelia mentally kicked herself for being such a fool. Even in her head, her sentence sounded dumb. She met James' waiting gaze and her teeth gripped her lower lip again, squirming with embarrassment.

" So, what do you wanna do? "

A small sigh, just that. Amelia inhaled and exhaled as fast as she could, bracing herself for what she was about to pronounce.

" I... want you to show me what to do. " She purred

" Sure? " He asked, his tone making the brunette to melt

" Yes. "

He gently made her walk backwards until she reached the wall again before kissing her. She gasped in his mouth as she could sense his hands on her skin, slowly grabbing her t-shirt to pass it over her head. During a few seconds, Amelia felt rather weird in front of him, half naked.

" You look stunning. " He said and she suddenly regained confidence

She shot him a provocative glance while unzipping his jeans and he laughed." Didn't you want me to show you? " He inquired, his voice huskier than ever before

Moving her head up and down, silently agreeing with him, Amelia watched James dropping his trousers on the floor and getting even closer to her, to the point that she could sense his belly raising to his sharp breathing pace against hers. He quickly unbuttoned her night shorts and, once they had joined the clothes on the ground, she wrapped her legs aroung his waist, kissing him back. She was no longer afraid, adrenaline flowing in her veins. James let out a small moan before carrying her to his bed, never subsiding to stare at her. Now, more than ever, she seemed perfect. Amelia could not take her eyes off his actions, fixing each one he was making. She gulped in surprise when she felt him undressing her in one swift movement, slightly laying on her, and taking off the last piece of fabric he was still wearing. A wave of heat hit her and she started to blush, extremily ill-at-ease as he slowly spread her thin legs open with his knees. She closed her eyes, her heart beating frantically in her chest, and he stopped. Again.

" I'm not gonna hurt you. " He assured. " I promise. Just relax and look at me. "

Amelia opened her eyes, a shiver running down her spine at his words. God, he was damn hot like this, his hair tickling her face, steel-blue eyes locked on her, body tensed on the top of her, showing up his mucles. She wished that this moment would last forever. Since it seemed to be heaven.

She nodded, her iris planted in his.

" Please... I want you. "

She could not glanced away and did not dare to look down. A fraction later, she let out a high-pitched whine, mixing with pain and odd pleasure – more intense than she had felt previously – as he cautiously entered her. His thrusts were slow at first, time she used to adapt herself to his movements.

" Oh fuck... " James swore as her tightness made him gasp and she laughed while the pain faded and was leaving her with a incredible sensation of heat.

Gradually, Amelia' acts became more confident, following his as he had cupped her breasts, stroking them with his delicate touch, causing her to groan every now and then.

" Please, James... " She said, sweat now sticking her hair on her forehead and her back, pushing her head onto the pillow underneath her.

" Are you begging or what? " He asked, joking, and she muffled another moan kissing him again

" You... know... what I want, don't you? "

He nodded, bitting his lower lip. God, she was hot like this, urging him to move faster with her, to cry out her name, not to forsake her. He wouldn't do anything that could hurt her, at least, he would try his best not to, for sure. He felt her hands resting on his back, her uneven breathing on his neck, and brought her closer to him. Obeying her, James quickly knew she was about to finish off, her inner muscles tightening around him, and increasing a little more his pace, driving her right over the edge.

" Oh James! " she said, her voice between a cry and a loud moan, her contractions made her quiver as she came.

She leaned her head back, grinning and still moving with him to help him reach his own release. He had put his hands on her hips, guiding her as she struggled along to catch some air, her body craving for her to come back to a normal rhythm – asthma was taking her one more time. He soon found himself exploding inside her and, for the first time, growled her name.

" I love you. " He finally affirmed and Amelia seemed about to faint, grinning as he leaned down to kiss her again.

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Edited by Sol, June 24, 2013, 7:22 pm.
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Oh fuck that was.... :drool :drool :drool

They love each other!! Yaay! :nanner:

This chapter was so sweet! I love it :heart:

Continue :horns2
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Aw, that was so cute and hot! :drool
So good to know that James likes her too.

Moar! :D
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Fuck.

:drool :drool

Hang on, my mind is blank...

In a good way
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Hi!

Thanks for reading! Every comment goes straight to my heart! :heart:

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Chapter Eight




Amelia woke up at ten o clock the next morning as she heard soft knocks on the door. Wrapping the blanket that covered her naked body around her in a skilful movement, she managed to get up, swaying a bit because of the heavy fabric before reaching her balance and fumbled towards the door, as the knocks became louder. James let out a groan of annoyance, turned to the opposite side of the bed, bending back the duvet on his head to muffle the echoes and she quietly yawned, wincing when she felt a pain down her legs.

The door swung open and Amelia's cheeks flushed while facing Lars. Their gazes met, he looked at her up and down, his eyes wide open, causing her to blush even more, tightening her grip on the long cover. He looked rather shocked and she wanted to tell him not to think that she could be that kind of girls – like she had noticed two years earlier, when her mom and her went to see them perform -, to apologize for not being in a suitable outfit to greet him but a big lump had formed in her throat, preventing her from doing either of that.

" Sorry." The drummer stattered and she felt even more embarrassed. " Just telling you that we're going out for breakfast but anyways... Doesn't matter now. "
" Thank you. " the brunette whispered

He smiled, gradually regaining his normal breath, and she did the same, giving him a beautiful grin. Deep inside, she wished he would not tell anybody about that. Lars made a move in the hotel hallway but stopped when she exclaimed " Hold on, please! "

Lars turned around to look at her deep in the eyes, their eyes meeting one more time.

" I'm sorry too, Lars. I didn't mean to..." Amelia tried to justify her behavior but, even in her mind it sounded dumb so she decided to remained silent.

Since silence spoke more than words.

He nodded his head. " It's okay, you're with James and I'm happy for you. Just hurry the fuck up! "

Then, he left and she sighed, retraced her path after passing a hand through her undone hair.

As soon as Amelia had shut the door behind her and sat up on the bed, she sensed James' eyes locked on her back. He straightened up and leaned down to kiss her right shoulder, his lips on her skin sending shivers through her spine, and she muffled a squeal, covering her mouth with her fingers as he chuckled. She perfectly recalled the night they had spent together and coud not help but smirk. She had made love with James Hetfield, for god's sake! Within she felt like jumping out of the couch and dancing like an idiot but stood still, wondering what she meant for him right now.

" What's the matter? " James asked while noticing she had bitten her lower lip in a confused expression

She turned to look at him. " When do we go back to San Francisco? "

" You already wanna go back to Michael's? "

James frowned, his voice loud in the silent room, and she knew she had offended him. The brunette shook her head, rolling her eyes. " No. I just miss my brother. "

" You're still thinking of your step-father, aren't you? "

The question surprised her and she grabbed one of his sweaters that was resting on the edge of the bed, the ' Misfits' one, and pulled it on quickly as she had done with her underwears just before, avoiding the subject. James hove a sigh, letting himself fall on the couch with exasperation. For a little while, he allowed his thoughts to drift from the couple of years he had lived as a Metallica member to the last minutes he just spent with Amelia. Drink, do shows, act crazy, eat fast-food, drink again and act crazy again. Actually, the more he tried to ignored his issues – his father leaving without looking back, his mother's death, his increasing anger that made him fight a lot with his siblings and struggle inside, Cliff's accident - , the more he failed, getting lost within himself. Unexpectly, the teenage's presence had soothed him a bit.

" Lars, Kirk and Rebecca are waiting for us. " Amelia said, once she was on her feet, startling him out of his annoying daydream

He glanced at her, his eyes flashing. In another case, he would certainly have laughed as his top was being a short black and white dress to her.

" I'm not going anywhere."

Amelia rolled her emerald-green iris and put her hands on her hips, surrending. " Look, I... just lost my m...mom because of my damn sick step-father, have no longer a dad and can't see my brother. I've got a past, a fucking real past, and I don't wanna talk about it anymore. You surely have one as well and I understand you prefer not to mention it. That's the way it is. So, please, can we just go outside and eat? I'm hungry, James. "

Speechless, James found himself slowly smiling, a broad grin on his face as he managed to exit the bed, seizing his underwears and jeans that were scattering on the floor in a swift motion before pulling them on. Then, he moved to stand in front of her, she lifted her head up towards him, nearly tiptoeing to be at his height. He kissed her warm, expecting lips stroking her hair and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he guided his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

" I guess you want me to call you my girlfriend, don't you? " He spoke up, emphasizing the word that matched the commitment

" It's up to you, Hetfield. " she teased, grinning

He shrugged his shoulders and the brunette punched the blond-haired young man playfully in the torso, causing him to burst into laughters.

" Jackass! "


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" For fuck's sake, Kirk, the gig's in fifteen minutes! "

Kirk tried to focus on the voice but it seemed to echo in miles away and all he perceived was Lars' sulky mumble as the drummer entered the room. Settled on the sofa, his twentieth beer in one hand, the other tickling Rebecca in the ribs, he reluctantly subsided, his eyes lovingly fixed on the beautiful person sat next to him, and the girl gradually stopped laughing, barely containing her chuckles as she panted for breath.

Lars stared at them for a little while, a sad expression on his face, spinning his drumsticks between his fingers nervously. It seemed obsvious that he was upset, despite his angry voice.

" Can I talk to you for a second? Privatly. " He added, insisting on the last word

" Yeah. " the guitar player mouthed, suddenly serious

Rebecca pouted, rose from the couch after giving the guitarist a languid and long kiss, causing the brown young man to roll his eyes, and exited the backstage.

Kirk silently patted the place beside him, urging him to sit down. He knew the reason of his friend's sorrow.

" I've got some new ideas for a few songs and as James's with Amelia I can't tell him. " He explained, still toying with his drumsticks.

Kirk nodded, downing a bit of his drink. " All right... But, you know, she's his girlfriend now, you don't need to be depressed about that. We're young, you'll find a girl. "

" I don't want a random girl, I want her. "

Kirk hardly gulped. He had never mentionned Amelia and himself kissing in the shower while they were drunk at Michael's. It was a mistake and they both knew it but could not have help it. He would not bear to frustrate Lars even more.

" Yeah, I know. "


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