The Meeting
The loud ringing woke Charles up from a deep sleep. He unwillingly rolled over, squinting at the clock by his head. "3:45am" it read.
"Ugh", mumbles Charles as he blindly grasps through the air until he reached the receiver.
"This is Ofdensen." He muttered, with his eyes still closed. He slowly grabbed his glasses and sat up. His eyes went wide and he quickly woke up when he heard what the voice on the other end of the line had to say.
"What, are you sure? As soon as tomorrow morning? That's aboslutly out of the quest-", He was cut off by the dial-tone on the other end.
"Well", he sighed, " tomorrow's gonna be interesting.." He sat up in bed a few minutes before letting his head hit the pillow once again.
The next morning...
Charles walked out into the main room of Mordhaus, where Dethklok was relaxing.
"Hey guys, I got some interesting new-" he was cut off by Nathan.
"Oh come on, it's too early for work shit. Some of us haven't even been to bed yet. So..I guess maybe it's too late for work stuff...or..whatever" Nathan trailed off and went back to watching TV.
"Yeah, you're always nagging us, maybe you could just let us live a little, yah robot" shouted Murderface, playing an old arcade wheelchair game.
Charles sighed...seems like everytime he tried to talk these days he gets interupted.
"Listen guys, this concerns you. And it has nothing to do with work...more personal life." Charles stopped, and waited for the reaction.
"So's what, wes got sum crazy goofballs tryings to kill us agains? Always with tha depressing stuffs, this butler is." Skwisgaar looked up from practicing guitar in the hot tub.
Charles looked to his right, where Pickles was passed out drunk on the ground in a pile of drool and vodka. He rubbed his forehead in furstration and stated "Look, fine. The person I need to speak with isn't even here. I'll...leave you to whatever it is you were doing. Have fun."
He walked down the poorly lit hallways towards Toki's room until he approached the door. He took a deep breath, and then knocked twice.
"Hey, goes away! You guys knows I don't likes to be bothered whens I'm makin de models with de stuffs!"
"Toki, it's Charles. I have some important news for you. It's concerning Anya." he said quietly through the closed door. There was silence from the other side. Then some movement, and the door slowly opened.
"Hows you knows about Anya?" A confused and concerned Toki peered through the door, caustiously.
"Well, her rep called me last night, actually...this morning" There was a hint of annoyance in his tone. "There were some...complications with her current living arrangments. She needs some plance else to stay. She might be in danger, Toki."
Toki starred at him for a minute, relunctantly. But he then opened the door compleletly and stepped outside the room.
"Sos shes stayings here then? When is she gonna comes?"
"The call sounded pretty urgent, it seems like she'll be arriv-"
Again, Charles was cut off. This time it was Pickles, yelling for him to come to the main room.
"Hey, Charles! Someone got past security! Get in here, we need yah to, like...I don't know...cuff her or somethin." Pickles ran back to the main room and Charles and Toki quickly followed.
Standing at the entrance way was a young girl, who couldn't have been older then 21. Her long, straight hair was black on the top layer and dyed blond underneath. She stood shorter than all the members of dethklok, even while wearing 3" high leather boots. She seemed to be in great physical shape, and wore a short, denim skirt and a tight, low-cut, black tank-top. While her face was still young, it had a sense of maturity. Her eyes were a very pale blue, almost grey, surrounded with dark eye make-up that really made them stand out.
Beside her were a few large bags and one bag she was carrying on her shoulder. The other members of Dethklok were standing around her. They seemed upset, but curious. All starring at each other, silent and confused, Charles entered the center of the room to explain.
"THIS is what I was trying to tell you guys about today. Guys, I want you to meet Toki's cousin, Anya.
Everyone in the room starred at Anya, and then Toki, then at Charles. Nobody said a word, and then breaking the silence, Anya said "Uh, hello."
"Hi Anyas" smiled Toki, slowly walking over to her and grabbing some of her bags.
"Guys, Anya may have to stay with us for a little while. She's very famous in Northern Europe, particularily in Norway. She needs some place to stay to make sure she is safe and hidden from the public eye." Charles looked at Anya, who half-smiled at him, shyly.
The rest of Dethlkok starred at him with a blank look on all their faces.
"What de hells, maybes you should have mentionned dis befores we sees her and almust haf hart-attak" Skwisgaar muttered at Charles, seeming to not want Anya to hear him.
"Yeah man, its bad enough we got these douchbags trying to break in here everyday, a little heads-up woulda been nice, ya know." Pickles chimed in.
"God, yeah. I mean, it's just common courtesy." Murderface mumbled, giving a dirty look over at Charles, as though he was talking about him and not to him.
Charles sighed, he felt another large headache coming on. "Listen, I know it's short notice. Lets just try to get along and soon this will be over with, okay?
The rest of the band grumbled in compliance.
"Wait a minute, this is dumb. Why didn't we meet her when we got roped into doing that whole stupid family day thing?" Nathan questioned, studying Anya.
"Because" Anya stated, "I am not his immediate family. Plus, it seemed incredibly lame, I was too busy on tour for that crap." It was the first time anyone heard her speak a whole sentence. They could hear an accent in her voice, but she was much better with her English than Toki or Skwisgaar.
Everyone looked over at Anya. Nobody knew what to say. Until Skwisgaar finally registered what she had said.
"Yous? On tour? Ha, gets out of da town. You dont evens looks big enuff to carry guitar." He scoffed.
"Hey Skwisgaar! Cuts it out. Shes real goods. And shes in a metals band in Norway. Maybe she even more brutals than you!" Toki yelled. He seemed totally fed up with everyone treating Anya like she was some sort of alien.
Skwisgaar glared at Toki. He hated thinking anyone could be more metal than him. Especially this chic that they had just met. "Oh yahs, ofcourse yous wuld tink that. Meybes dats why yous is seconds to me in guitars, Toki, and everyting else." He scoffed.
Anya turned her head to see Skwisgaar and then smile deviantly at him. "Oh, so this is the one I have heard about, the fastest guitareest alive. This should be fun, huh Toki?"
Skwisgaar looked confused, "What do yous means?"
Toki smiled back at Skwisgaar, "Anya is da fastestest FEMALE guitars player alives." He stated proudly.
And with that, Toki helped Anya with her bags to the guest room Charles had prepared for her. The rest of group looked stunned. Charles left the room silently to get back to his office and the pile of work that waited for him.
The remaining four members of Dethklok watched as their interesting new house-mate walked down the hall. They had to admit, she had a great ass.
The next day...
Dethklok was still curious about their new house-mate, Anya. They knew very little about her, other than she was Toki's famous cousin from Norway, in a metal band and the fastest female guitartist alive. This was enough to peek their interest, they wanted to know more about this girl. But she seemed to keep mostly to herself since she had arrived. She spent most of her time in her room and only came out to get food or take a shower.
Finally, one day she was brave enough to venture down the hall. She arrived in the main living area, where everyone was relaxing. She seemed uncomfortable, and stood at the doorway before stepping into the room. Toki noticed her lingering at the door and shouted over to her, "Hey Anyas! Why don't yous come pals around with us!" The other members starred up at her, and then looked awkwardly at each other.
"Pal around..." Anya thought to herself. Well, whatever. It beat hanging out alone in her room. She slowly approached the couch, where everyone was watching a snake eat an alligator on TV.
Toki sat beside Anya, trying his best to make her feel comfortable. But he had not seen her in so long, he thought maybe they should go somewhere private so they could catch up. "Hey, why don't I shows yous around here, dis place can gets confuzings." Toki smiled at Anya.
"Ya, I have already gotten lost twice", She admitted, and smiled sheepishly back at Toki.
They left the room and continued down the hall until they got to the kitchen. Anya's eyes got wide and she took a couple of steps back. "Is...he...what is...that?" She stuttered, scared half to death at the hunched over figure she saw in the kitchen.
"Oh, yeah dats Jean-Pierre. Hes da cook-guy. He gots mangeled up by da hallocopters." He grimaced over at Jean-Pierre. "Don't worrys about hims, we sews him back togeder, hes okay." Toki reassured.
This didn't bring much comfort to Anya, but she had to smile at Toki's broken English. "Toki, you're English has not gotten any better since I have seen you last." she giggled. "Maybe you should not have cheated during your English classes", she teased.
Toki smiled and blushed a bit. He had to admit, Anya was very smart for being able to learn English so well, even after dropping out of school at such a young age.
"So, how is yous band, Stolver?" Toki asked, trying to change the subject.
"Stolver is.." She thought about the question. "...well, we are on our fifth albulm now, we are doing quite good...maybe a bit too good.." She trailed off and looked at the ground.
"Anya...what is tha matters? Why did yous needs to get away from homes?" Toki asked softly, not sure if he was ready for the answer.
She paused, and took a deep breath in. "You know, it is okay, we do not need to talk about such things. Lets just thank Odin we can meet again, it has been such a long time. You have grown up so much since the young boy I saw ten years ago." She grabbed his large arms, jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.
Toki blushed again, he wasn't used to people actually being nice to him. He smiled back at Anya, "And yous is not da little girls I saw back in Norway, yous is a ladies now. And yous is totally metal!"
Meanwhile, with Dethklok..
"Hey, here she is, Anya Vanyr. Yah I guess she is the fastest lady guitarist. Huh." Nathan was viewing information about Anya on a black-metal website.
"Yah, it says here shes the leading guitarist in the band 'Stolver', the most popular band in Nothern Europe." Pickles read over Nathan's shoulder.
"Pffts, so. Dats not even dats goods of a title. How culd she even be more metals than me?!" Skwisgaar was across the room, sitting the couch and playing guitar. He seemed very annoyed that everyone was so interested in Anya, but he had to admit, he was probably more interested than any of them. He had never met a metal girl before. And Anya was probably about as metal as they get.
"Ha! Look at this! Some guy grabbed her ass at a concert and she cut off his hand and played guitar with it for 5 minutes!" Murderface seemed impressed by the senseless act of violence.
"Woah, thats..that's pretty metal." Nathan seemed to approve. Skwisgaar said nothing, and just kept rapidly playing the guitar. He wanted to hear more about her, but he wasn't going to let anyone else know that.
"Stolver is responsible for millions of crimes, riots and deaths in Norway, and have been appointed their own special task forces in order to protect their safety. Their franchaise is huge, with endorsements including weapons, guitars and even their own brand of Vodka." Pickles read aloud to the group. "This band sounds friggn' awesome man, like one big fuckin' party!" Murderface and Nathan nodded in agreement.
"Bwell, if she's is soo greats, dan why dids she haff to leaves and comes here?" Skwisgaar stood up to see more information on the screen.
"Wait here's something," Pickles read, " Recently, the bad has taken a hiatus due to a large attack on the group while performing in Norway. The attack resulted in the death of many innocent civilians, but Stolver is reportedly unharmed. However, the castle in which the band resides was completely destroyed. As a result, the band has dispersed and relocated to different regions across the world until their safety can be guaranteed. Nobody knows the current status of the members as no known updates have been recieved on anyone in the group." Pickles looked at the others in disbelief.
"Brutal." Nathan replied.
Back with Toki and Anya...
Toki and Anya were now out in the courtyard, sitting at the table where Dethklok would eat outside. Toki liked very much talking with his cousin, she was very friendly, but intimidating at the same time. She seemed to finally feel a little more comfortable and relaxed. Anya was laying on her back on top of the table and starring up at the evening sky with Toki. "Well Toki, this is really an interesting place you have got yourself. I am impressed that you have done so well in your band. Too bad you guys are not even as metal as Stolver..." She punched Toki in the arm and gave him a half smile.
"Oh no ways, we totally kick it every times, wes da best band in da worlds!" Toki smirked back at her, "Especially with me in da bands, I rocks da most." He stated, while playing air-guitar.
"Anya laughed, "Yes, I have heard Dethklok's music, but maybe I can give you guitar lessons some time. That way you can rub it in that blonde guy's face when you are faster than him."
"Wowee, you can teach mes guitars fast-playings like yous? Oh, gots to have lessons!" Toki exclaimed.
"Ha, maybe tomorrow, Toki. I am quite tired now" Anya sighed as she sat up on the table.
Just then, they saw two of the yard wolves prowl around the corner, their glowing eyes followed their every movement as they let out a low growl. " Uh, maybe it is time we goes back inside?" She asked hesitantly. Toki kept his eyes on the wolves, "Yeah, meybes dats good ideas.." He got up and led Anya back inside.
As they started to walk back in, they were immeidiately met by the rest of Dethklok.
"Hey," started Pickles, "you're in dat band, Stolver, aint' yah?" He asked.
Anya, looked at Toki, then at the rest of the guys. "Uh, yes, I am lead guitartist."
"Well, it doesn't sound totally, uh lame." Nathan muttered. "It sounds pretty... metal."
"Yeah, do you really enourse weapons and cut off peoples limbs?" Asked Murderface.
Anya looked at all four members slowly, then replied, " Well, that was just one time, people got the message after that. And yah, we have a line of hunting knifes, swords and crossbows. You know, regular stuff like that."
"Huh, well, thats pretty...cool, I guess. Maybe you don't suck after all." Nathan said, looking back at Toki. "If you wanna hang out or something, or you know...come to one of our shows...that's cool, or whatever. I don't care..." Nathan trailed off, turning down the hall to walk away. The other members turned to follow Nathan, but Skwisgaar glared at Anya, then turned his back and began to walk away.
Anya looked confused and turned back to Toki. Toki just smirked and put his arm around her shoulder as they walked towards her guest room. "Dat means dey likes you, Anya." They arrived at Anya's room and Toki opened the door for her. As he glanced inside, he noticed that she had already began to decorate the room. The walls were plastered in Norwiegian death-metal band posters and everything in the room was painted black. The bed had a large canopy made up of black and dark purple veils, and the rugs in the room were also dark purple to match.
"Toki, thank you for making me feel so at home today", Anya said, as she hugged Toki goodnight.
Toki was so surprised he didn't even hug her back. He couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged him, he almost didn't know what to do. She let go of him and slowly closed the door. Toki was very glad that Anya was here, he finally felt like he had somebody on his side. Maybe now the guys would respect him a little more. And he couldn't wait until he could show Skwisgaar how good he was once Anya gave him some guitar lessons.
He walked back into the main room, where Dethklok was getting drunk, and Skwisgaar was sulking on the coach. Toki grabbed one of the many bottles of rum and poured himself a strong drink. He felt like celebrating the arrival of the only person he could actually stand in his whole family. And it wasn't often that he got to make Skwisgaar feel this shitty, so he wanted to enjoy the moment.
Anya was laying in bed with her eyes closed and her music blasting in her room. She was glad the other members of the band had gotten to know more about her, and even accepted her. It seemed like they all had a lot in common. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad here afterall, all the free food and booze you would ever need and so much security she would never feel in danger. Plus, she had to admit that some of the guys were pretty good looking...even that Swedish jerk, Skwisgaar.
