Author: well hello! I'm glad this fic is getting more love then my others. I must admit I'm more fond of this one. Please review!

Soooo…..they had awaken a lake troll. Great. As if the roars of the thing weren't enough proof, Charles walked in. "You guys have awaken a lake troll…" He began, "and it's destroying everything." He finished, eyeing them all, "Do you think it would be a good idea to put it back to sleep now?"

Nathan sighed heavily, "nah, I just don't see that happening." The band-front-man said. He was in the hot tub checking his e-mail. Pickles was with him drinking. Skwisgaar strummed his guitar at the far end of the room. Sabrina sat by Toki and Murderface was talking away on his Dethphone.

Pickles nodded in agreement, "yeh, he's totally brutal!" The drummer took a swig of his drink, giving everyone his half smile.

Charles rubbed his temples, "I really didn't want to say this but, this is effecting your record sales."

Sabrina wasn't really sure how a troll affected record sales but it didn't seemed to matter how. Sabrina shook her head and went back to her drawings.

"Oh great, now we're depressed," Pickles said, throwing Charles a look. "I need a drink….but not this one," He said, indicating the drink in his hand, "and at a different place." Sabrina rolled her eyes at the red head. Pickles just shrugged and gave her his half smile. Sabrina growled and went to get her shoes.

Half an hour later they found themselves outside an old tavern. The troll they had awakened could be seen in the distance. It was smashing houses, people, power lines, pretty much anything smash able.

"the troll knocked out the power….." Nathan said, watching the trolland rubbing his chin.

"no really??" Sabrina nearly shouted, voice full of sarcasm. She hated that troll, it's roars were giving her a headache. She hated any loud noise that didn't have a rhythm. Senseless noise, why did god create it?

Nathan ignored her and pushed open the door. He stalked up to the counter with his band following close behind. "Hey!" He shouted at the barkeeper, "I need a hundred beers…exactly 100 beers," the vocalist ground out, glaring at the barkeeper.

Said barkeeper turned around and Sabrina cringed back into Pickles, who patted her as he also winced at the sight of him. Skwisgaar and Toki looked equally as sickened. Nathan even gave a little twitch at the sight. Murderface was to busy talking on his phone.

The old barkeeper was hunched over with greasy white hair everywhere…everywhere He had warts covering his face and neck (Sabrina swore one was watching her) and he had eye crust around his eyes as well as ear wax leaking from his ears.

"We don't serve people who awaken lake trolls." The decrepit old man said in a trembling voice.

"You have to put that thing to sleep!" A patron begged desperately, folding his hands as if praying to them.

"How ams we supposed to plays with outs any electricals, heh? Think about it!" Skwisgaar said folding his arms and glaring at the patron.

"Follow me," The barkeep said, waving Dethklok to a door. The band followed, though reluctantly. Sabrina let Pickles ahead of her, using him as a kind of human shield against the old man. She had his shirt gripped in her fist as they walked. The door opened up to reveal stairs plunging into darkness.

Sabrina's breath hitched in her throat as they started down the stairs. She could feel the blood draining from her face. She was scared of the dark. It was the only thing she was truly ashamed of. Being afraid of the dark was a childish fear, but her fear came with a reason…..

"Come out come out wherever you are!" An evil, cruel voice crowed.

The walls off the small dark cupboard where she hid pressed in on her, nearly suffocating her. She held her plush wolf tighter to her as she heard his boots thudding closer.

Thump…thump…thump…thump….

She could see the shadow of his boots blocking the light from outside the cupboard. A scream was building in her through, but the darkness seemed to choke her screams.

Bang!

Sabrina gave a startled jump as the stepped off the last step and the basement was flooded with light. Sabrina slowly started breathing again, looking around to see if anyone saw her frightened state. Everyone seemed to have their eyes on the old man, who was bent over something, fiddling with it. The only one who seemed to have noticed was Pickles.

Pickles looked at her strangely. She had never seen that look on his face before, she didn't even think she had a name for it. She didn't meet his eyes, she hardly ever did.

Instead her eyes strayed to her hand, which was still clutching the drummers shirt, however, Sabrina had gripped it so tight it had hitched up to show the drummer's belly button. Sabrina felt embarrassed but didn't feel blood rush to her face. It would be awhile until it returned to her face.

Pickles studied Sabrina, she didn't look well. Her face was white as ivory and her eyes were wide. She looked like she had seen a ghost. The drummer had never seen Sabrina like this before. Pickles checked to make sure the others were not paying attention. When he made sure they were watching the decrepit, old barkeeper he turned back to Sabrina.

The drummer pried her fingers from his shirt and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him.

"Weh'll talk about it lehter, okey?" He whispered quietly so no one but, her could hear. He rubbed her face with the palm of his hand, trying to bring back some color to it.

Sabrina nodded, looking up at him. She flinched when he saw his eyes searching her face. She hated it when she got caught in his stare. Why did he have to have such a stare? He did and now it was staring her in the eye. Sabrina shuddered, but found herself unable to look away.

That was until Toki spoke up with a laugh, "Oh! You means a grandpa's guitar?!" Skwisgaar laughed with the Norwegian.

Sabrina turned and looked at what Toki had called a "grandpa's guitar". There in the middle of the room was a chest full of acoustic guitars. Made, obviously, of wood. They were odd shapes as well, and not a one was shaped the same as another.

Sabrina frowned at the instruments. She, nor Skwisgaar or Toki, played acoustics. It was considered "not brutal" and shameful for the three metal gods to play such things.

"It's your only hope." The barkeeper wheezed. Sabrina hated him, she really did.

Nathan looked at each member of his band carefully. They looked back, like wolves awaiting the decision of their alpha male. The band's front man turned back to the old man and nodded slowly.

Sabrina snarled at the instrument in her hands. She hated it. It was ugly and triangular and…and…made of wood! She thought the worst thing was that it was so triangular. It was so strange to hold, she really couldn't get comfortable. She twist it this way and that, finally ending up with the top point resting in her elbow of her left arm, her left hand held the bottom of the thing while her right hand strummed….it was still very uncomfortable.

"Okey…."

Sabrina looked up at the sound of Pickles' voice. He held the Necromancy book, looking in the very back. The book was huge, bigger the Pickles' face, and very dusty.

"The book has da guitar notes in the back here," the drummer said, squinting his eyes at the notes that were useless and made no sense to him.

Suddenly Toki stopped playing the tune he was strumming on his equally queer instrument.

The glare melted off Sabrina's face at the look on Toki's face. "What's wrong?" She asked him gently.

Toki sighed, his shoulder's slumping. "I…has….a confessions to makes….I….can'ts reads music." Toki admitted sadly. The Norwegian looked defeated.

"Ha!" Skwisgaar laughed loudly, "wee Toki cannots reads music!"

"Can you!?" Sabrina demanded. She stomped over to the Swede, standing on her tiptoes to get in his face. She pulled her lip over her teeth. She herself couldn't read music that well either, but she hated it when Skwisgaar messed with Toki.

The Swede glared back, their noses almost touching. Finally Skwisgaar lowered his gaze, "No," he said at last, "I haves music dixlecia, I…don't wish to talk about it…"

Sabrina stayed in his face for a few more moments, then, slowly, she lowered herself out of his face and back away. She turned back to the others, away from Skwisgaar.

Nathan, ignoring the two guitarist turned to Toki, "how were you playing that song?" He asked him perplexed.

"really I was justs hittings any note." Toki said, seeming to cheer up at the fact that his band mates were not angry with him.

"huh…" Nathan said, pondering that for a moment.

"It's quite easy Nate" Sabrina told the vocalist, "I usually play by ear..or hit any note." Sabrina said with a smile at Toki.

Toki beamed at her. Nathan just shook his head vigorously. "Whatever! Listen, I want to do something different." Nathan looked each member of his band in the face, daring them to question his decision.

Each member of Dethklok looked back at him. Sabrina got that wolves, alpha feeling again.

"I want Sabrina to sing."

Author: tried to end with a bit of a cliff hanger….it's not a good one but hey….any who….hope you liked it. Third chapter might take awhile and I'll try to make it longer.