She stood in the corner, wiping off all the corner tables. She worked at a little nightclub, called Evigt Mörker, which means 'Eternal Darkness' in took the rag that she was using to clean the tables and dipped it into a small basin filled with soapy water.

The club only got metal bands due to it's name, but that was okay with her. Tonight Bathory, Dimmu Borgir, and Cradle of Filth were the bands that were playing.

She wiped her hands on the waist apron that she was supposed to wear. It held the club's symbol on it. Her long dark hair fell into her face, and getting tired of messing with it, she pulled the hairband off of her wrist and pulled her hair up. Ironically tonight she was wearing a Bathory band shirt and a dark wash denim pair of jeans.

She put the cloth in the basin and took it to the back of the bar, where Tara Manningwas working. She was just a tourist, but she was working part-time,to raise a little bit of money.

"Hey Luna." Tara said quietly, washing out a beer mug. She wasn't a big talker, like Luna. Neither of them were big with being around people.

"Hey Tara." She murmurred back softly. A few customers came up to Tara; she gave them the drinks they ordered and Luna went near the stage, where Dimmu Borgir was getting ready for their set. It was going to be Dimmu Borgir, Cradle of Filth, and then Bathory.

Luna sat down in the seat closest to the stage. It was nearly empty, but in a minute it would be bursting out the doors with people. The club was located in Sweden, it was near a slightly desolate cemetary, where all the goth's liked tohang out.

Dimmu Borgir started their set. They began with 'The Ritualist.'

Shedding the old skin
Procreating new sin
Incubation and isolation
A new storm is brewing

Ritualist!
Shedding the old skin
Ritualist!
Procreating new sin
Ritualist!
Incubation and isolation
Ritualist!
A new storm is brewing

Away with obstacles to progress
Those deficient in ambition to prosperity
Yearning but what already is gone
The remains digress
And start anew

Ritualist!
Aligned with the continuum
Ritualist!
Expanding the source at hand

Aligned with the continuum
Expanding the source at hand
Altering the past and the present
The future changes the chain of command

Transfusion of new blood
Congregation of the true blood
With no chains attached
We're letting the past rest
And things will never quite be the same

Transfusion of new blood
Mobilization of true blood
What' s leaving is already left behind
What's leaving is already left behind

With no chains attached
We're letting the past rest
Things will never quite be the same
When we are in charge of the game

Dispatching the chained ones
While being watched by the eyes of time
Everything is clearer now
The search is on for the next horizon

Ritualist!
Moving forward with silence and rapid pace
Ritualist!
Since the horror dawned upon our immediate race
Ritualist!
The veil has once again been extracted
Ritualist!
From the mist that dimmed our eyes

Each of the bands would be playing two songs. The Ritualist finished and For all Time started.

Every tear is frozen
Our soul is linked
Our hate is bloody
All happiness is gone away
All laughter is gone away
All life shall end in death
In a cold and deserted landscape
Shall the black horde step from
Our lord shall rise
Up for all time, rise his kingdom again
Our struggle shall be rewarded
Our names shall be written
Our minds shall pull the bough
All morality shall be cast away
You want but you die of shame
Now is the time come
Yes break the word of the good
Let us for all time become rulers on this earth

Dimmu Borgir's set finished and the group went to the backstage area. Luna sat back in her seat and closed her eyes, waiting for Bathory to come on and play their set. Cradle of Filth played their set next. Luna wasn't really listening, although she did like the band. She was thinking about meeting Quorthon.

As Luna predicted, the club was becoming extremely crowded. Bodies were trapped against bodies, moving and thrusting about. The Cradle of Filth set ended and the Bathory set came on. Their set went something like this:

Massacre

Down the vast hills in morning mist cold
Into the peaceful deep valley below.
Twothousand stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their masters towards their fate
Into the battle they ride
Twothousand men too young to die.
Massacre...

Coming from each side prepared for attack
Covered in dustclouds now there is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries
Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise
Under a bloodred sky
None will live to face the night
Massacre...

Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace
While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze
Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part
To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts
The battle is lost still someone always wins
And now they descend on death's black wings
Massacre...
(Massacre...)

Woman Of Dark Desires

All dressed in gold and purple the beauty awaits the night
Knowing what will satisfy
Aware of Her delight
The thought of young fresh blood makes the hours go so slow
But the yearn for eternal life and beauty makes her hazelbrown eyes glow

Woman of Dark Desires
Woman of Eternal Beauty
Woman of Dark Desires
Elizabeth Bathory...

Now the hour is comed, the time is right for the feast to take its roll
And by the sunrise 60 bodies will be found raped from their blood and souls
The beauty patiently selects the victims for the night
Innocent blood will give eternal beauty eternal life

Woman of Dark Desires
Woman of Eternal Beauty
Woman of Dark Desires
Elizabeth Bathory...

Now the life you have lived have comed to light and unfold is your perversity.
Now the end is near still death is real
No more beauty or life for eternity
Cold walls entombs your secrets but there's nothing you regret
Embrace death with a smile as the highlands face sunset

Woman of Dark Desires
Woman of Eternal Beauty
Woman of Dark Desires
Elizabeth Bathory...

[Repeat chorus]

[Dedicated to the memory of Elizabeth Bathory 1560-1640]

As their set finished, Luna went up to the band, she wanted to meet Quorthon. They might've only played two songs, but because of the body heat and how small and cramped the club was, he was incredibly sweaty.

Quorthon eyed Luna, and nodded at her to follow him. He lead her backstage, where he stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt and threw it onto a bag next to a guitar case.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" He asked Luna. He glanced at her again and smiled. Luna blushed and looked down.

"Luna Scharlakansröd." she said, taking a seat on the small coach, as he changed his clothes.

"That's a beautiful name. Well Luna, how old are you?" He pulled a black shirt over his head.

"Old enough." She replied cockily back to him. He raised an eyebrow at her, his lips on the verge of a smirk. She stood up and he offered her his hand;she took it. They went out to the bar, where despite her being 18, he bought her a drink.

"So Luna, what kind of music do you listen to?" They were now sitting at one of the corner tables that Luna recently cleaned.

Luna smiled at the so obvious answer. "Death metal, well and pretty much every other metal."

His beautiful clear eyes met with her dark ones and she felt a click, like they had connected or something.

"So Mr. Quorthon, how old are you?" He laughed and took a swig of beer.

"Old enough." he mocked her answer.

He stood and stretched his long, lean body and extended his hand to Luna.

"Would you like to accompany me to the hotel?" His hand remained outstretched to her, inviting her along.

"Deffinitely." she said excitedly.

He took her out to the tour bus, where they eventually wound up at a hotel.