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| Harvester Of Sorrow; How can a random teenage girl manage to change so many lives? | |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 26, 2013, 7:10 pm Post #31 |
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James and Amelia are so cute! But poor Larsy, I want him to be happy. More!
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| Zira | January 26, 2013, 7:15 pm Post #32 |
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Uh-oh. Is there going to be a massive fight between the boys? XD They all fancy the same girl, after all. I really enjoyed this chapter, keep going. |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 26, 2013, 7:55 pm Post #33 |
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I was thinking tha same! lool |
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| Sol | January 27, 2013, 5:01 am Post #34 |
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I don't know yet, but probably! I planned more dramas in the next chapters. Just have to write them down between my homework Anyway, thank you so much for reading and commenting. I really appreciate!
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| Powerslave | January 27, 2013, 2:35 pm Post #35 |
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Fight?! Oooh a fight would be awesome. I love Amelia and James but poor Lars i love this continue!!
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| Jamie's_Chick | January 28, 2013, 12:49 pm Post #36 |
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First of all, I'm sorry for being poor reviewer I've just caught up with the chapters I've missed and I've gotta say that I love this story, love James and Amelia and I hate her former step-dad...@$$hole... I'm looking forward to seeing how you're gonna develop the story further (Poor Lars). I hope that if there's gonna be a fight, that it won't put more than a dent in the band and the relationships within. |
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| Sol | January 28, 2013, 3:38 pm Post #37 |
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It's okay, thanks for reading! ![]() I'm glad you love the story, I really appreciate. ![]() I don't know yet if there's gonna be a fight but, at least, nothing will be perfect, that's for sure. I'm writing the next chapter now. |
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| Sol | January 29, 2013, 3:07 pm Post #38 |
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There we go! Here's chapter Nine! Hope you'll enjoy it! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Nine " I miss mommy. " Asa drawled on the phone, his little voice broken with sobs, causing Amelia's already big lump that was stuck in her stomach to turn into a heavy stone. " I don't want her to be dead, 'Lia! " Amelia nervously spinned the phone cable around her fingers, gazing at outside through the cabin to look at Jason. He was leaned against a Metallica crew member's car and, when he noticed she was staring at him, waved at her. But, she could not smile. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut and counted until three to answer, struggling with her emotions not to burst into tears. " I know, honey. I want her back too. But, it's impossible. " " So, she's really gone, ain't she? " She opened her eyes, blinking away her tears biting her lower lip, and mouthed. " Yes, sweetheart, she is. " " I miss you too." Her brother confessed and she pictured him wiping his teardrops in Jackson's kitchen. " Is your work far away from grandpa's? " Amelia sighed before speaking up, retightening her hair's tie in one skilful movement. " Yes. I work for Metallica and we're in Sweden right now. Do you wanna move to Sweden to visit me? " Asa slightly chuckled, his cute laughter echoing in the receiver to a wonderful melody in his sister's ears. The teenager kept her iris on the bassist, watching him cross his arms over his chest in a motion of waiting. He was becoming impatient. " No, I'll stay with Jack' . " The seven-years-old boy continued and she felt he was smiling. " Have you seen Mommy's grandma there? " " No! " Amelia threw. " I didn't even think of that!" She had forgotten her scandinavian origins by her mother, a tiny smile on her face, as she looked around. Now and then, cars passed across the road rattling a bit before fading. Jason seemed to be the only person in miles away. It was all quiet. " How much have you earned? " Asa's voice startled her out of her thoughts The brunnette cleared her throat. " Almost four hundred dollars, Asa. " " That's awesome! When are you coming back to pick me up? " " I won't. " She mumbled, suddenly looking down at her boots, a heart nearly beating out of her chest. She shifted from one foot to the other with embarrassment, letting the phone cable swinging as she held the handset with both of her hands. She breathed in and out slowly, attempting to settle down a bit. " Why? " " 'Cause you'll be better with your grandfather, Asa. " She dropped her voice to a barely audible whisper. " But... I promise we'll see each other soon. " " Do you love me, Amelia? " " Of course I do! " " Then, why don't you wanna be with me? You made me a promise when you brought me here. " " I.. it's... ” She stammered, nervous like never before. " I think... I'm... in love, Asa. " Asa laughed, a weird and frightening laugh. A noise that looked like resonating again ang again in her mind, scarying her a bit. She had never believe her brother to be able to act like that, to be so dry with her. " I know now why grandpa did not tell you the whole thing about Jim. You're too dumb to understand! " Amelia frowned as Asa's words hit her straight in the face, her hands beginning to shake around the telephone. " What do you mean? " " Jim had two daughters with another woman and he killed them too. He said to the police he wanted you to see how in love with you he was. " the lad asserted, stressing the 'you' *** Amelia sighed, puffing out smoke of her cigarette in the cold air, thoughtful. Sat up on the stairs in front of the hotel they were temporarily living in, she bent her thin legs against her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees. Guilt had taken her spirit over, she was the one to be blamed for being in this state. It did not matter how cold the end of the evening was, how frozen her jeans seemed to be when her fingers touched the fabric. She did not care anyways. Emptiness had filled up her mind, smashing her past to pieces. She shivered under her coat, bringing one more time the cigarette to her expecting, warm lips. She felt strange, here, alone while the boys and their manager chatted about their upcoming concert. Gazing at the small tube's incandescent bit, she let out a tiny whine, cursing herself for being so moody. She slightly coughed - smoking and asthma did not match fine - and paid attention to the noises coming from the reception, all voices and bottles being nudged on the bar table. She could hear Michael's husky voice raising, reproaching them for drinking too much, then Lars' provocative laughters and Kirk pretending they were old enough to 'do whatever they wanted ', Jason's mumbles – they all were already intoxicated. Amelia uttered a little groan, exhaling the smoke of her cigarette once more. James shouted, his loud complainings filling up the silence, his footsteps getting closer in her direction. The door smashed open and he appeared, making her turn around to watch him. His eyes, angrier than Amelia had ever seen them, glanced at the space and she knew he was looking for her despite the light darkness. He met her stare, his exasperated expression turning into a grin as she gave him a smile. " What 're you doing here? Thought you were spending the night with Rebecca at her friend's. " " She's postponed it. Her friend hit a snag. Plus, she didn't want to pick me up. So, anyways... " James silently nodded and sat beside her. " God, I'm so lost! " He chuckled, holding his head with both of his hands, contracting his fingers on his hair. She rolled her emerald-green eyes, approached him and wrapped her arms around him in a maternal gesture, kissing his neck slowly. " So am I. " The brunette felt him shiver a bit then lifted his head up, looking at her, a odd glimmer coming from his steel-blue iris. " I'm sorry about your brother. " He slowly said, leaning down to brush her lips with his, kissing her for the first time in the whole day. Amelia shut her eyes, allowing her cold teardrops she had managed to hold back to fall down her cheeks. She could feel the taste of alcohol in his breath, making her slightly wince, the adorable pout he made when she gently push him away brought a bit of guilt into her heart. " It's okay, don't worry about me. It's all my fault. " " The guys 're on drug-taking. They sniff cocaïne since Kirk and Rebecca met and I don't like that shit at all. They're all such crazy fuckers! " James revealed, causing his girlfriend's mouth to open a little bit, her eyes widening as such she understood the entire meaning of his words. The brunette shook her head as she realised her conversation with Lars in the morning at breakfast suddenly made sense. The drummer had awkwardly told her he had feelings for her, ' really strong ones that could be related with love ' he had even pointed out wryly but she had guessed he was sincere. She already knew that she attracted him. Since the beginning. She immediately figured it the day they got acquainted with each other, in Michael's house, at the look he had shot her with. Yet, she had always acted as if she had not noticed his game to get her. She was not this kind of girls, she did not truly care. At least, she had thought so. But his words, his soft and confused tone, his barely audible accent, the cute face he had made had troubled her. And a part of her was sure something was wrong. Even if Lars had been the first to be joking about that – Amelia had unintentionnally heard some fragments of discussions between Kirk and him – it seemed obvious that the youngster was not in a normal state, this morning. " Oh God! " She breathed out. " Did you... " James frowned, still gazing at her. " Of course not! I just said I didn't like this shit, Amelia! " " All right, all right. " She purred, not so convinced though. " I'm tired, do you wanna come with me or would you prefer to drown your sorrow in drink? " He laughed out loud and she straightened a bit, a small smile on her face. " It depends of what you've planned for me? " He teased Amelia sighed, her thoughts mixing up with embarrassment and desire. He poutted and her sigh grew louder, rolling her eyes one more time. How could she resist him? She was so weak in front of him now that they were as a couple. Oh god, a couple ! What did that mean ? Nevertheless, she grabbed the hand he reached out towards her, tiptoeing to be at his height and kiss him. He gave her a broad grin before leading her inside the building. ---------------------------- Thanks ( The next chapter may be a saucy and unexpected one! ) |
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| -DJ- | January 29, 2013, 7:24 pm Post #39 |
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Bring it on! No but seriously, i love it
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| Powerslave | January 29, 2013, 10:43 pm Post #40 |
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^^ Yes bring it! Lovely chapter (as usual)
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| Zira | January 30, 2013, 2:05 am Post #41 |
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Saucy? Can't wait. Loved this update XD |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 31, 2013, 8:46 pm Post #42 |
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Cool chapter! I'll be waiting for what's next!
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| Sol | February 3, 2013, 7:33 am Post #43 |
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Hi! Sorry for the waiting. I have a lot of homework to do due to my upcoming exams. Anyways, I can't believe I wrote this and I'm about to start again ( even worse) in the next chapter! I feel a bit ashamed now. Hope you'll enjoy this one. Thank you all! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Ten " Oh god! " Amelia gasped as James shove her against the cold wall, in the hotel corridor, near his room For only response, he smirked while she wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned down to kiss her opened mouth all ready for him. Even if images of her seemed to be blurry, he noticed her grin before meeting her warm and expecting lips, her tongue for once dared to be enterprising. He lifted her body already pressed against his up a bit more and she let out a small moan, feeling his hardness resting between her. " James... " She whispered when he unbottonned her shirt. " Here? " He laughed out loud, passing a hand through his blond mane that prevented him from correctly seeing her, as an assent. Her emerald-green iris were full of lust, in a total contradiction of her words. He shrugged his shoulders, not an inch of embarrassment for being in a public place, where people could easily observe them coming back to their rooms. Amelia's hands reached out towards him, surrounded his neck and bent over to kissing him one more time, arching her back when she sensed his fingers stroking her skin underneath her top. She did not want to loose control now, not since she figured out what he had done to her. Grabbing his sweater, she passed it over his head in a trembling way, quite insecured about what to do, and they exchanged a broad grin, adrenaline rushing in her veins. " Fuck... " She drawled Closing her eyes, she felt him undoing her bra, then cupped her breasts, trying her best not to groan, bitting hard her lower lip. James chuckled, really satisfied. " I'm driving you crazy, ain't I? " She quickly nodded, unable to speak up. She definitely could not resist him, she had given up all her efforts the second he had touched her. Yet, ' you must not follow this way ' kept repeating in her mind, warning her. Again, he pushed her against the wall to take her jeans off, barely aware of his own motions, admiring her was turning him on madly. Amelia squeezed her eyes shut one more, her hands on his chest when he made her panties slide off of her thighs, sighing deeply. " Please hurry up, James! " She managed to say, begging. She would not have been acting this way a few months earlier, just after her encounter with Metallica. The shy and disciplined teenager she used to be was gone, for sure. She was wild and free in front of James, herself in his arms and shameless thanks to him. She slightly blew, exhaling while he quickly got undressed. Amelia cried out as he slowly entered her, burrying her head in his neck, searching for some privacy in the desert hallway though. " I... know... everything. " The brunette affirmed minutes later, digging her nails in his back as James adjusted himself to be at a good height, pushing harder inside her. " What? " " Your... ' tub tarts '… " The eighteen-years-old girl threw in a high-pitched voice, emphasizing the two last words not to let out another moan of pleasure James slowed down his pace a bit, frowning, visibly confused. Amelia could not focused on anything but him, his slightly flushed cheeks, his eyes staring at her, his body pressing against hers. "... but I don't...care. As I... said, we both have a crass past... and... " " I'm sorry. I really am. " James mouthed, covering her perfect face with kisses. " It only... happened twice. " Amelia bit her lower lip one more time, so hard that she instantly felt blood dropping on her satin skin and filling her mouth. She was struggling with the heat of his strong and determined movements within her and the cute, childish expression he had. " It's... okay! Don't care. Just make love to me... Please. Prove me I can really trust you. " Her voice seemed to be broken and with his right index, the fair-haired younster wiped the tears that had fallen down her cheeks away. He did not mean to hurt her, not at all. The euphoric sensation of alcohol was now gone, even though his sight had not become clear yet. She whimped in his mouth, letting go the sorrow of his betrayal. Earlier in the morning, the teenager had heard Lars mentionning it in a conversation he had had with Jason. Now, all against him, the long streaks of mascara on her face caused him to feel guilty like never before. She was gorgeous, loving and smart and did not deserve him at all but was there though, want him to love her the best he was capable of. " I'll fuck you right. " " Did you fuck them too? " He sighed, keeping thrusting deep inside her. " Not like that." " All right... " Amelia panted, placing a hand through his wet hair that was stuck on his brow and he kissed her once more, wishing she would forgive him, then gave her a small smile. " Oh my god, James! " She yelled when he increased his pace, lost in his own pleasure. Faster. Harder. The more she was screaming his name, the more he felt delighted. God, she was driving him crazy! Every inch of her looked like heaven to him. Her perfume, the way her legs were trembling around his waist, her breasts, her hands on his burning body, the way she was touching him, sweaty and stunning. " Damn it! " He growled " Keep that up, please! " " I won't stop. " James assured and matched his words with actions, lifting her thighs up against the wall and Amelia pushed her head back, unable to remain quiet any longer. " I will... " Her sentence stayed unfinished while squealing loudly, her entire body shaking as her orgasm hit her, causing her to shiver. She could not help but shout when he continued thrusting frantically inside her, desesperated to come either. His eyes shut, his hands guiding her hips, he let himself go a little bit later before pulling out slowly. James gazed at Amelia's chest raising up and down in swift movements, uneven rhythm. She attempted to breath normally again. In vain. " Are you okay? " He inquired, suddenly worried about her. She moved her left index upwards to her mouth, silently asking him not to add anything. Amelia gasped for air during a few seconds. " Asthma. " She wailed, both breathing in and grabbing her clothes on the floor she pulled on as fast as she could, then giggled a bit. " That was absolutely crazy ! " James sighed in relief, imitating her. " Glad you enjoyed it! " " What... about you? " He rolled his eyes, kissing her for the unteenth time. “ Of course, I loved it! ” " I'll love you, no matter what you do. " " Thanks. " *** Amelia yawned as she exited the tour bus, a hand hiding her opened mouth and the other retightening her ponytail. Another hotel, another town, another concert. She had no sleep for almost four days, alterning between Metallica rehearsals, concerts and partying with the band before and after every show. Exhausting did not seem to fit her current state. This was beyond explanations. Behind her, she sensed Kirk streching his arms and heard Lars's laughters. James and Jason were already in the building, speaking with the surprised receptionist. " Why couldn't you travel by plane? " Rebecca's high-pitched voice echoed to her ears and she stood still, mentally cursing Kirk for going out with her, forcing the whole crew to bear her and her excentric behaviour twenty-four seven. " Don't know. " Lars chuckled, a smirk spreading across his face. " Just wanted to annoy you as much as possible! " " Pff, not funny, my back is sore! " " Great! I love that! " Amelia moved forwards in direction of the entrance but was stopped : the black-haired young woman's footsteps stamped on the tar and she noticed she was running towards her. She turned to face her, her green iris flashing hers. Since she knew it was because of her three members of Metallica were taking drugs, she could not stay more than a few minutes in the same place as Rebecca. " I... Can I tell you something? " She asked, looking at her shoes for the first time while she was in front of her The brunette glanced away to gaze at the background. Kirk motionned her for him to join James and Jason, Lars gave her a broad grin before following the guitarist. In a while, she wished she had met them earlier, maybe in 1983 when they just started becoming known, just to check if they would have been this way or crazier. Then, her pale eyes return on the girl facing her. " Yes, sure. " " It's kind of insane. " Rebecca warned her " Go on. " " All right. " The older continued, now twisting a strand of hair around her fingers, visibly apprehending her reaction. " The guys've planned to go after the gig to a pub and... " " I'm underage, 'Becca. " Amelia affirmed dryly " Not, here. We're in Europe. " She reminded her " So? " " I wanted to know if you wanted to be part of the... gift I wanna organize for the World Tour end? " The question took the eighteen-years-old by surprise and she frowned, letting the bag she was holding fall on the ground. Rebecca used to be the most outgoing, confident and provocative girl she had ever known. Why was she acting shyly now? She countained another yawn and breathed out slowly, her body urging her for a cigarette. " What do you mean , the 'gift' ? Which gift? For only answer, Rebecca grinned at her, pointing at herself up and down. " You and me, Amelia. " Amelia's voice remained locked in her throat. She wished she had run to the hotel before this conversation occurred. She had to be joking, hadn't she? Her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest, pounding nearly painfully. Her cheeks suddenly turned into a bright color and she lowered her head to look at the tar beneath her. " I wasn't kidding, Amelia. It's gonna be fun, all fun! " Rebecca added The youngest lifted her head up, her eyes widened as she understood the meaning of her words, then nervously tucked her hair behind her ears. " No. " " Come on, little nun! I know James and you are havin' good time together! Just this and I won't ask you anything. " " No... I..." Amelia stammered, squirming with embarrassment. " I can't. " " It doesn't mean we...have to 'share' our boyfriends, you know. " Their eyes met, fixed on each other for a short while, Rebecca's more twinkling than ever before. Amelia's hands trembled as she managed to grab her pack of cigarettes. She needed something to relax her, not to blush at the pictures that had come to her mind, teasing her. " What... " She began, lighting the tip of the small tube. " ... if I say... ' Maybe ' ? " " Maybe's not a valable response. " " Why? " " It's not the one I was looking for. " " What... if I say ' Yes ' ? " Amelia whispered, ill-at-ease as she puffed out the smoke Rebecca chortled then patted her shoulder playfully before walking towards the hotel. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks a lot and sorry if I ever made mistakes. ![]() Edited by Sol, February 18, 2013, 4:52 pm.
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| -DJ- | February 3, 2013, 10:50 am Post #44 |
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Hawt Can't wait to see what happens next! More!
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| CarpeDiemBaby | February 3, 2013, 7:06 pm Post #45 |
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^ This! I'll wait for more!
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