We Dance In Misery

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Chapter Thirteen: We All Dance, We All Have No Chance In This Horrid Romance.

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Davey walked back from the school he worked at casually window-shopping at the stores lining the streets on the way to his apartment. He couldn't wait to get back and have practice, they would be finalizing the song Christian and he had written a few days ago. Davey was grateful that his friends were so passionate about the music to have already come up with a song melody to it.

Davey walked up the stairs of his apartment building and opened the door, he was greeted by Christian, slumbering on the paint-stained couch with pen and paper in hand. Davey smiled as he walked over and kissed his lover's forehead. "Wake up sleepy head."

Christian opened an eye, seeing Davey's face just centimeters from his. He smiled and closed his eyes. "No, you're gonna have to make me get up."

"Hmm...How can Davey make Christian wake up?" Davey pondered a moment. "Hmm...I know, Davey feels like bed. He doesn't want to be alone."

Christian chuckled, "Why not just lay ontop of Christian on the couch? It's very comfy."

"Davey finds that a very inviting offer."

"So will you?"

"No."

"Aww, why not?"

"Because the bed is far more fun."

"But it's always bed. Why not something new?"

Davey shrugged, "Alright then, you win."

"Like always," Christian laughed as he opened his arms and Davey carefully laid himself upon his lover. Christian gave him a quick kiss before Davey rested his head on Christian's chest. Their breathing in sync Davey wanted to stay here forever. Christian started humming their song, his lover smiled and started singing.

"Tonight...in the whispers when no one's around..."

"Nothing can stop us now," Christian softly sang.

"Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found."

"Nothing can stop us now."

"I can feel you dreaming of me and the time when our steps are retraced-"

"and I creep through the twilight to that hidden place-"

"Beyond the lonely, I'll meet you," they sang together.

"Oh shut-up," a low voice came from the door way. Davey and Christian jumped up and looked, seeing four figures enter.

"Who are you?" Davey demanded standing up with Christian by his side, arm around his waist.

"We're the Verona Brothers, we've come to destroy your world," one said. "I am Louis Verona, born of an Italian father and French mother, raised near the Basque. As were my brothers. Brothers, introduce yourselves."

"I am Ferdinand, third youngest of the four," the tallest and most daunting looking one said.

"I am Edmund, youngest of the four," the second tallest said, he was as daunting as his older brother Ferdinand.

"I am Leonardo, the second oldest of the four," the one to the right of Louis said, he looked as average as his older brother, but just as shifty looking.

"What the hell?" Davey gasped.

"You're coming with us," Louis said. He snapped his fingers and his two youngest brothers stepped forward and hit Davey and Christian over the head, knocking them cold before they could fight back.

Davey woke up with a huge headache and the taste of dried blood on his lips. He opened his eyes carefully, everything was fuzzy, and the sounds were all meshed together. He blinked a bit as everything started to come to focus and the sounds now separating and discernable. The room was really dark save for a single light bulb in the center of the ceiling. A large dark figure moved from near Davey going to the back of the room.

"He's awake," the large figure informed a smaller figure in the back of the dark room. The smaller figure stepped into the light, Davey recognized him as Louis.

"Well, well, well, the sinner awakens to the underworld," he said. Davey glared up at him, Louis tsked and shook his head. "How now, don't look so angry, Monsieur David. You've nothing to be angry about, yet."

"Where am I? Where's Christian?" Davey asked looking around the dark room.

"That isn't any of your concern, Monsieur," Louis said.

"It is my concern, you pig!" Davey spat. "Where is he?"

Louis sighed, "I assure you, Monsieur, your sin of a love is just fine, for now. He's in good hands."

"I want to see him!"

"You will soon enough, Monsieur, he must wake up first."

Davey slouched back down. So Christian hadn't woken up yet, that could be good, but then again it could be bad. On one hand, he may not have woken up yet from the hit he received in the apartment, which stemmed into being bad on the fact it could've been so bad he went into a coma. On the other hand, he may have woken up, and they beat him up again, also stemming into the possibility of a coma. Davey had to ask. "Is he alright?"

"Like I said, Monsieur, he is just fine."

"That's not good enough! I want to see him!" Davey yelled.

"Quiet, Monsieur Davey! You'll wake him up!"

"CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN!" Davey yelled into the dark room at the top of his lungs, hoping that Christian wasn't far and that he could hear him.

--the next room--

Christian heard his name being called faintly at first, then getting louder and louder as he came to his senses. He opened his eyes, everything was fuzzy then it came into focus quickly. He gasped and shot up but was restrained by the chains on his wrists and ankles. Christian looked around thoughts flooding his head, fears being re-awakened. 'Am I back with Zidler? Did he find me? No, wait, was my time with Davey just a dream? Did I never leave? Where am I? Where's Davey? He's real, I know it! Right?'

"Ah, you're awake, Monsieur Christian," a voice said. Christian looked around eyes falling on one of the older of the four Verona Brothers, Leonardo.

"Where am I? Where's Davey? Who are you?" Christian asked all at once.

"You're where you are. Davey is in good hands. I'm Leonardo Verona, how could you forget?"

"I want to see Davey..."

"You'll see him soon enough, Monsieur. If you'll excuse me, I'll see what I can arrange for now." Leonardo opened a door, which only led to more darkness and stepped though, calmly closing the dark door behind him.

Christian waited in the dark, looking around, not knowing what was going to happen but getting a few bloody ideas that he didn't want to think of. Too many memories of what had happened before with Zidler flooded his mind. Sweet Jesus, was this going to be like the rest? Was Zidler behind this whole thing?...No, no he couldn't possibly be apart of this! He was behind bars, he was in jail. He couldn't have anything to do with this at all!

"Alright," Leonardo said stepping through the doorway and walking over to Christian. "You can see Monsieur Davey now."

Leonardo unlatched the chains on Christian's wrists and ankles and helped him up. He walked him to through the door and chained him to a wall, facing the middle of the room where Davey now lay in ropes.

"Davey!" Christian called.

Davey looked up at Christian and smiled, "Christian!"

"Davey are you okay? Are they hurting you? Are you bleeding in places you shouldn't be bleeding?" Christian asked all at once.

"I'm fine, just a few rope burns and a headache. Are you okay?"

"I'm alright, got a headache too. Davey, I lo-"

"Shut up," Louis slapped Christian across the face. He walked over and kicked Davey in the gut. "You two are not to talk at all. You are merely to watch."

"Watch what?" Davey gasped for air. Louis only kicked him again.

"I said not to talk! And what you will watch you will see. Have you heard from them, Leo?"

"Oui, they'll be here by midnight they wrote."

"Excellent."

Silence engulfed the room as Davey lay there wheezing and Christian hung there with a stinging cheek. Louis and Leo only smiled bitter-evil smiles. What were they to expect at midnight? What was going to happen to them?

'God please hear me...don't let this be real, let me wake up to find myself back in bed in Davey's arms...please answer me this time...' Christian silently prayed to himself. 'God...where are you? Are you listening?'

"Put them to sleep, Leo," Louis said leaving the room. "Then join us at the Front to prepar for their arrival."

"Oui," Leo nodded and Louis left. Louis grabbed a club from the corner and knocked Davey and Christian over the head. Everything went black again.

Davey woke up hanging by his wrists from the ceiling this time. He looked around, his eyes adjusting quicker than last time. Christian was next to him, only a few feet away.

"Ah so you're awake," an unfamiliar voice said. It didn't belong to any of the brothers.

"Where-who are you?" Davey asked looking around, the room was completely dark, he could barely even see Christian.

"I'm Joseph Verns," the man said. He stepped infront of Davey, just a few inches away. He was pale, as pale as Davey, he had soulder length black hair, wearing dark clothes so he seemed to be a floating head. He had dark eyes that held nothing. Davey shivered, partially from fear but mainly from the brisque air that this man radiate. The absolute coldness that only a dead man could ever possibly have. What was this man? The undead?

"I'm James Verns," an exact replica of Joseph showed up, only this man's hair was more straight, as Joseph's was wavey. The room was cold, almost as cold as the eyes of these twins. James looked at Christian and caressed his cheek.

"Don't you touch him or I'll-"

"You'll do nothing, Mister David," Joseph said taking a blade to Davey's throat. The blade was cold and pressed against Davey's pale neck, the point gently, and bitterly pierced the skin, a thing trail of blood flowed. James smiled evilly as he ran a finger up and down Christian's cheek, tracing Christian's lips and eyes.

"My, my, he is a beautiful creature isn't he? Certainly hasn't changed since the last time we saw him, brother," James said. Joseph grinned, showing off white teeth, just as white as his skin. Obviously he was enjoying the memmory. James continued to caress Christian's face. "A beauty unlike anything I've ever seen before. You know, Mister David, you are almost as pretty as this man. Almost equal, do you agree brother?"

"I think this David is more radiant," Joseph said. "I want him."

"You can have him. I'll keep Christian then," James said taking Christian's face and pressing his lips to Christian's. James chewed on his bottom lip, drawing blood then pulling back. "Wake up, Beauty."

Christian moaned unpleasantly as his eyes reluctantly opened, "Davey?"

"I'm here-oof!" Joseph's fist contacted with Davey's stomach, forming another bruise on it.

"Davey!" Christian's head snapped up, he was greeted by Davey's body attempting to curl up. James yanked Christian's face to look at him. Christian's eyes widened in fear. "J-J---"

"James."

Christian couldn't speak. Fear gripped his mind, the only two men who he feared as much as he feared Zidler. The first two customers...the first two men to take him.

"I take it you remember," James laughed. Christian shuddered, even the laugh was a poison. James used his other hand to explore Christian's bare cheset. James shook his head, "Davey is abusive I take it?"

"Z-Z---"

"Oh, Zidler, yes of course, you were a bad boy," James laughed again. "I'm going to have to discipline you myself for it."

Christian shivered.

"Go on, James," Joseph prompted as he got behind Davey and wrapped his arms around him. "Take Christian, let us watch. I want a show."

James laughed, "So impatient, Joseph. If you want to join, bring your friend."

James immediately started lick, kiss and savagely bite Christian everywhere. Davey yelled out for him to stop but was only met with more punches from Joseph. Davey couldn't stand seeing some other man taking Christian, HIS Christian. James quickly disposed of Christian's pants and took him from behind. Christian yelled out in pain each time James thrusted into him. He could feel the blood begin to trickle down his leg.

"STOP IT!" Davey yelled again, and again Joseph beat him into silence. Joseph pulled Davey close to him; Davey could feel the evidence that Joseph enjoyed this. 'How can anyone do this to anyone?'

The absolute fear that had haunted Christian was now made a reality as James released himself inside of the Christian, and he could feel it. His own body had hit's own reactions from this, no matter how hard he tried to fight it. It was inevitable.

"So, Joseph, would you like to return the favor?" James ask, wrapping his arms around Davey to grab Joseph. Davey was shocked to see James and Joseph kiss over his own shoulder. They stayed that way for a while before they pulled back.

"Hmm, of course," Joseph smiled seductively as he began to kiss down Davey's back.

"Stop!" Christian yelled. "Leave him alone!"

James turned, "I would slap you, Christian, but I would hate to see your beautiful face marred by such a horrid red mark. Shut-up, or you'll have to see something done to David that will make you vomit."

"I already want to vomit..."

"Shut-up," James punched Christian's ribs. "I'm sorry, Beautiful, but you made me do it. Now keep quiet and enjoy the show."

James went behind Christian and wrapped his arms around him, bringing his hands to Christian's erection. "I'll help you."

Christian was horrified to see Davey experience what he had earlier. He wanted to kill himself now. None of this would have ever happened if he never existed. If Davey never met him he would be so much happier. This was all his fault. Everything was his fault. Satine's death, Davey's loss of purity. Everything.

Joseph finished up and removed himself from the sobbing Davey. James smiled at his brother, "Good job."

"Same to you," Joseph smiled. "What shall we do next?"

"I think we'll let them have the night for themselves," James said. "I have something special planned for tomorrow."

"Oh? Is it sadistic?" Joseph asked as James unlatched the weakened and jaded forms of Davey and Christian. James smiled at his brother.

"Would you like a preview tonight?"

"Very much," Joseph nodded eagerly. James took his brother by the hand and led him out.

Once they were gone Davey immediately pulled Christian to him.

"Christian? Are you alright? Do you hurt? Are you still bleeding? I love you, don't forget that," Davey said.

Christian sobbed. "Davey, this is all my fault, how could you love me? Look at what I brought from my world!"

"I love you, Christian, I'm willing to go through hell for you," Davey said in all seriousness. "I don't care what comes to try to break us apart, because they won't. We'll get out of this, Christian, I promise, even if it kills me."

"I don't want you to die because of my sins," Christian said. "How could you love me with all that I bring? I'm cursed..."

"No, Christian! I love you, I love you, I love you and I don't care about your sins, I will take them from you. I love you because you gave me my life. You gave me what a life is, joy, and bliss. I was dead before you, now I live."

"I love you," Christian buried his head into Davey's chest. They stayed like that for hours. All through the night.

By the next nightfall, Joseph and James had returned. They binded Davey and Christian again, and began their little game of sado-masochism. After cutting Davey's arms, Christian's legs, and fucking them three times, Joseph and James were reaching what they considered the "climax" of the night.

"So now, our little toys, you will experience the finale of the night! After a night of great shows, blood and pleasure, you will experience the best part!" James said. He took from the big black bag he and his brother had brought, a huge blindfold. He covered Davey's eyes saying, "I will give you some mercy, you don't have to see this, but get the mental image, and you can hear all the screams of pleasure and grunts that emit from your little Christian."

Joseph laughed, he was waiting for this part the whole night, they both got to play with Christian. Joseph took out the whip and cracked it. The sound only feeding the growing fear on Davey's heart. James pushed Christian to his knees and started to caress him everywhere he could, kissing, biting, licking. Joseph soon joined in, also kissing James here and there. Joseph stood in front of Christian, hands intwined in Christian's hair.

"Do it," Joseph said poking Christian. Christian's eyes were full of tears as he hesitated but was forced to do what he didn't want to. James entered him from behind, causing Christian to yell in surprise and pain. Davey was so frustrated he yelled.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE, DAMN IT!"

"Shut...up," Joseph panted. "God!"

Christian felt so violated, he was completely helpless. He tasted Joseph's release and then felt James's. They left him alone and left for the night after unblindfolding Davey.

"Christian..."

"Don't look at me," Christian said, feeling more shamed then ever. He untied Davey and curled into a corner. Davey didn't leave him alone though, he lay next to the love of his life, wrapping an arm around him. He held him, never sleeping as Christian cried. Cried in defeat, in despair.

For several days the twins continued this rape and violence. It was unbearable to Christian, he couldn't stand it. Davey felt so much the same way, even more frustrated that he couldn't do anything because they rarely untied him as they fucked with Christian. They feed them once a day, it was the only way they could discern how long they were there. On the eighth day, Davey didn't eat. That night, as Joseph and James fucked with Davey instead of Christian, Davey's body suffered a great amount of pain and abuse. They whipped him, punch him, kicked him, fucked him, cut him, scratched him, they did almost everything to him. He was left within' an inch of consciousness. He couldn't pass out no matter how great the pain was.

"Davey, Davey, I'm sorry," Christian cried as he watch Davey tremble from pain and chills.

"You're worth it," Davey said just loud enough for Christian to hear.

"Davey..."

The next night, Joseph and James once again focused on Davey, who was still weak.

In the middle of fucking, Davey went silent, Joseph laughed sadistically, "Oops, James, I think I broke him."

Christian looked up, "Oh god...DAVEY!"

Davey didn't move.

"DAVEY! DAVEY! Not again...DAVEY WAKE UP! Please!" Christian felt the hot tears pour down his face. A thousand more tears to cry. "Davey! DAVEY WAKE UP! Please wake up!"

"Is he really dead now, Joseph?" James asked, a chuckle in his voice. Joseph smiled and nodded. "Oh sad...hahaha."

"Hahaha," Joseph laughed. James leaned down and kissed his brother. "So should we switch to Christian?"

"Of course," James smiled. "Don't break this one."

"How is everything in here?" Reno stepped in. He had been lookin' in through a window for the last few days. "Oh, is he dead??"

"Yes," Joseph laughed.

"Great..." Reno kicked the door. "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? Zidler is going to be pissed about this!"

Christian's head snapped up, tears still pouring. So he WAS behind all of this. He could never escape!

"Sorry, about that..." James said, laughing more than sounding guilty.

"Damn you men! You sinful disgusting men!" Reno yelled. Joseph was in front of him with a knife.

"Don't you ever insult us again, you stupid American," Joseph threatened.

"At least I don't fuck my own brother, you sick man!" Reno spat, with those words, he was quickly disposed of. Joseph threw him out the door and went back to his brother.

out front

Jade had been worried out of his mind about Davey and Christian. He hadn't seen them since he gave them the bad news about Toulouse. He and Lena had asked around to find out if anyone knew where they were, but no one knew.

'If they wanted some privacy all they had to do was just leave a note,' Jade thought.

"Jade, I'm going to ask if they have it in the back, I don't see it here," Lena said. Jade looked over at Lena. He smiled, she was the only thing that kept him sane and well now. No matter how daunting the situation, she stayed with him, and he found that he loved her more than he thought someone could love someone else. He nodded and followed her to the counter.

"Hello?" Jade called. He scowled a bit and looked around. "What kind of place is this if they don't have a worker to greet the customer? I'll check in the back, Len, stay here."

Jade jumped over the counter and entered the back hall. It was a rather long hall for a small store. He walked to the end, calling, "Hello? Anyone here?"

He opened a rather heavey iron door and gasped at the site before him.

In a pool of blood lay Reno, throat slit and eyes gourged out. Beyond him was another door way, through it, in dim light, Jade could see Christian hunched over, sobbing. There was something under him...

"Davey..." Jade gasped. He put his hand on his mouth, the sudden verge to vomit over came him as his stomach jerked. "Oh god...Christian, Christian what happened? Christian? Is he...?"

"Dead...he's dead, he's dead," Christian sobbed. "They killed him, because of me...it's all my fault...it's all my fault..."

"Christian, it's not your fault..."

"Yes it is, yes it is," Christian muttered. Jade pulled him and carried him down the hall. He could feel Christian's bones and noticed how light he was for a man his height.

'He couldn't have been...' Jade thought. 'Zidler's gone...'

"I could never escape him," Christian sobbed, as if reading Jade's thoughts. "He's always going to get me..."

Lena's eyes widend at seeing Christian being carried by Jade, Christian's face was tear stained, and red from crying. Jade set him on the counter. Lena rushed to Christian's side, interrogating him worriedly, "Christian! Christian, what's the matter? Where's Davey? Are you okay? You're so thin! God, Christian, what happened?"

"Hun," Jade said taking Lena by the hand and off to the side for a bit. "Lena...Davey's dead..."

Lena gasped, speechless.

"I don't know how, Christian just said that he could never escape him, he's always going to get him. I think he means Zidler, but I don't know how Zidler could be behind this. He's in jail."

"Zidler has his ways..." Lena said letting Jade pull her into a comforting, protective embrace.

"I'm going to go get Davey," Jade said. His face was sullen. He didn't want to face the fact that Davey was dead, but he knew he had to. Davey and Jade were friends ever since their childhood, always there for each other, they were like brothers.

Lena stayed to comfort Christian, having known him for a while now and being like siblings too.

Jade walked down the dark hall, fearing to face the reality. As he walked into the room we was greeted not only be two dead bodies, but two living men.

"Who are you?" Jade asked, tensing up a bit.

"We're Joseph and James," James said. "You're trying to steal our toys! We don't like thieves."

"Humans are not toys, you sickos!" Jade spat. "I'm not stealing anything, you stole the lives and security of two innocent men!"

"You watch your tongue, or we'll make you our toy," Joseph said taking out his knife.

Jade and the twins stood there, staring each other down. Finally Joseph tossed the knife at Jade's feet and laughed.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted," Joseph turned. "Our step brothers are dead, Reno's dead, David's dead. I think we did a good job today, don't you brother?"

"Yes, I think we did a very good job. We should celebrate."

"That sounds like a good idea," Joseph put his arm around his brother's waist and walked out.

Jade stood stunned. What the hell was going on? He ran after them, picking up the knife first and putting it in his belt.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Jade yelled. "You killed your brothers, you killed a man who had anger management problems and you killed my best friend! What kind of men are you?!"

Joseph turned, "We're just men."

"You're sick!" Jade yelled. "You're going to pay for killing my best friend, you bastards!"

Jade lunged after them with the knife, Joseph and James split and laughed as they dodged Jade's attacks. Jade's anger was rising quickly, rage, pain, sorrow all filling him at once. Joseph and James easily dodged Jade's attacks. Jade fell to his knees exhausted.

"Haha, you're so weak," James said. "You're beautiful too, but I'm tired of playing with toys. I want to go back home."

"Aw, good brother, we'll go home," Joseph said. They walked out of the back way hand in hand, leaving Jade defeated and tired.

Jade finally got up, and picked up Davey's body, which was also light and skinny, though still heavey with the weight of death. Jade made his way to the front, putting Davey's body out on the counter. Lena came up with a huge blanket from the upstairs and put it on Davey's dead body. Jade wrapped it around and put him over his shoulder. They all walked back to Christian and Davey's apartment in silence. Davey was put on the bed, Christian sobbed in the chair next to the bed. Jade and Lena left the apartment, leaving Christian to cry his misery.

Late in the night, Christian was wide awake, laying on the bed next to Davey's dead body. Christian's tears still flowed, but his sobs went down. He lost another great love. There was no more left to love. His best friend dead, his first lover dead, his last lover dead...how could anyone live on after so much sorrow? So much fear that they will be back to take him again and drag him back into the dark where he had lived for too long and had gotten out of. Back into the dark where he never wanted to be again.

"Tonight...in the whispers," Christian sang softly, fighting the urge to start crying again. "When no one's around..."

Christian closed his eyes.

"Nothing can stop us now."

He sighed, and left the Earth.

The shock of losing two very close people within a day was great upon Jade and Lena. They couldn't believe it. They only had each other now.

Jade pulled Lena close to him the night after finding Christian's dead body next to Davey's. He held her close, never wanting to let go. "I love you, Lena. I will never let anything bad happen to you, ever. I promise."

"I love you too, Jade," Lena said. They lay like that, each crying over the loss of their friends, and the realization of the pain they went through just to be together. They cried that they were so lucky to still have each other. Knowing they didn't have to worry so much about being accepted on being a couple. They cried for Christian. They cried for Davey. They cried for each other.

Jade cried for not getting the revenge he should have had.

'One day...' Jade though. 'One day I will get it...we will get it.'

End Chapter

--End Story--

That was long and kinda dragged out. The ending may seem horrible, and rushed, but I couldn't get it out the way I wanted...damned writere's block! Thanks for all your wonderful reviews! The title of the chapter just gave it away didn't it? Now, the lyrics to Dancing Through Sunday...

Dancing Through Sunday

Will you join me in this dance, this dance of misery,
cradled in imposs...impossibility?
Swooning I am swept away, swept off my feet.
With step-by-step-by-step we take the lead
as drop-by-drop we start to bleed.

oh, we dance in misery,
and we dance on, and we dance on
Oh, we dance in misery,
all lost in the arms of our misery.

oh, we dance in misery,
and we dance on, and we dance on
Swept off our feet by our misery,
we're swept into shadows.

Will you lend yourself to beauty that will horrify?
Let me hide within your black, the still inside your eyes.
Deafened, caught within a cry so sensual.
With step-by-step I seperate,
while breath-by-breath I suffocate.

oh, we dance in misery,
and we dance on, and we dance, on
Oh, we dance in misery,
all lost in the arms of our misery.

oh, we dance in misery,
and we dance oh, and we dance, oh
Swept off our feet by our misery,
we're swept into shadows.

So who will follow? Who is the lead?
I know I'll leave a stain because I bleed
as we dance. We all dance.
We all have no chance in this horrid romance.

oh, we dance in misery,
and we dance on, and we dance on
Oh we dance in misery,
all lost in the arms of our misery.

oh, we dance in misery,
and we dance on, and we dance on
Swept off our feet by our misery, we're swept into shadows.
Swept off our feet by our misery, we're swept into shadows.

Dancing Through Sunday is track number five on AFI's sixth albulm release Sing the Sorrow.

Wester is the "love song" between Christian and Davey. It's track number eleven from AFI's fifth albulm release The Art of Drowning.

Thanks again for the reviews. Hope you liked it.

Jester