Join Me In Death

"You make me perfect

Help me become somebody else…"

After a night at work Ville spotted a lady standing along the back wall of the club by herself. She was impossibly beautiful, in an almost cruel way. He remembered trying to take in every detail as he approached her. He hair was long and wavy – a beautiful deep red colour. Her skin was as white as snow. She had a long black dress on that was tight around her slender frame. She had a dark shade of red lipstick on that, in a strange way, complimented the colour of her hair. He continued to approach her and almost froze when she turned and stared at him as he did. He sidled up against her, being careful to not be intrusive. In his work shoes he stood at about 6 feet 6 and she reached his chest. He leant down and invited her to dance with him. She looked up and stared at him with her icy blue eyes. Such unusually coloured eyes would normally have taken him back, but all that he could focus on was what he saw in her eyes. He always believed that a persons eyes were the window to their soul, and without even looking deeply into her eyes he could see so much loneliness. The intensity of the emptiness he could see in her eyes made him feel uneasy, it made him so sad to think that that someone had to feel that lonely. Without saying anything she led him onto the dance floor. He was so mystified by her beauty that he couldn't even speak. She didn't engage conversation with him; no words were spoken at all - no words had to be said. She placed her hands loosely on his shoulders and rested the side of her face on his bare chest; he instinctively placed his hands loosely around her hips. The music the DJ was playing was fast paced and had a heavy beat, but they didn't dance to it. They swayed slowly back and forth to their own tune. He placed one of his hands gently on the back of her head as they continued to dance. She didn't say anything, but he could feel within himself exactly how sad she was. Without even speaking to this woman he could still feel his own heart crushing with empathy for her agony. Oh God, she was so lonely - he just wanted to tell her that everything would be okay, even though he didn't even know why or how he could feel her pain or what was happening to her to cause her that amount of pain.

He remembered the events of the rest of the evening only in the most vague form. She'd looked up at him and mouthed the words "take me somewhere", and he knew what she meant – somewhere, anywhere but here. He lead her to the purple Lamborghini that he'd been driving since Bam passed away all those years ago. It was a kind of morbid reminder of what Ville used to have, but he knew that Bam would have wanted him to drive it because Bam loved his Lamborghini and would have hated to see it not being used. Ville took off his shoes and started the car and drove away from the nightclub. He had no real destination in mind, wherever she wanted to go was where he would take her.

"My name is Elizabeth." She whispered to him. Her voice was so soft and smooth to listen to that it reminded him of touching satin.

He glanced at her without saying anything. She met his glance briefly and then they both turned their heads forward and looked out the windscreen. He was vaguely watching the road as he drove and Elizabeth wasn't looking at anything in particular, she just gazed into space. He leant forward slightly and looked up at the sky in the same way that Elizabeth was. She had a kind of blank but amazed look on her face, and he couldn't blame her – the sky was stunningly beautiful; it was like rich blue velvet with millions of glittering diamonds on it, it was honestly breathtaking.

Ville took Elizabeth back to Castle Bam at her request. They proceed with the usual formalities; he got them drinks and introduced himself and they spoke idly about anything that came to mind. While they spoke he couldn't keep his eyes off her. It was confusing to be talking to her because she was so beautiful that he couldn't look away, but he was so mesmerised by her voice that he couldn't focus on anything except her voice. They eventually walked up to one of the spare bedrooms because he never took people into the room that he and Bam had shared – that room still held a special place in his heart.

Elizabeth perched gracefully on the edge of the bed after placing her glass of wine on the chest of drawers near the bed. Ville sat down next to her; he was certain he sat down a lot less gracefully than she did. She smiled softly at him when he turned and faced her. He didn't make any advances on her – it seemed that as soon as he was in a situation where he could really look at her beauty and admire it, he froze, completely astonished by her. She placed her hand on the side of his face and looked down absently at the bed they were on. After a brief moment she looked back up at him and sighed.

"Is something wrong?" Ville asked quietly.

"Wow…" She replied in an even quieter voice than he had asked in.

"What…?"

"You are so lonely, Ville." She said solemnly.

Ville laughed nervously, "Why would you think that, Elizabeth?"

"I do not think it, I know it." She sighed back at him.

Ville pulled away from her warily as she let her hand drop to her lap. It must have been obvious that he was trying to work out what she meant by what she said, and more importantly, how she guessed it. She looked up at him apologetically.

"It's okay, Ville. I have been alone for a long time, also. I know what it feels like be alone in the world." She tried to reassure him, "but it is okay now."

Ville moved himself away from her – how could she have known? It must have been a lucky guess on her part. As strange and mysterious as she was, she could not have been able to read minds… could she? Ville stared her in the face trying desperately to work out what she was playing at. She shook her head slowly at him.

"You do not need to be afraid of me, I promise you." She said, smiling gently at him.

It was so strange, because even as shocked as he was by what she said to him before, he couldn't help but to listen to her. She sounded so serene and gentle that it was hard to ignore her. She pulled herself to the middle of the bed and beckoned him to follow her. He crawled across the bed as she lied down and rested her head on a pillow. She unfolded her arm and let it fall across the bed, indicating to Ville to lie next to her. He positioned his body so that he was lying on his side next to her with his head resting on her shoulder. He draped his arm across her stomach and she wrapped her other arm around his shoulders. He closed his eyes and embraced the chill of her body. The silence shared between them was not awkward, it was like they knew what each other were thinking, or at least she seemed to know what he thought, so they didn't really feel the need to speak. When Elizabeth did speak her voice was so light that it barely broke the silence that filled the room.

"When did you lose him?" She whispered to Ville.

Ville clenched his eyes briefly in frustration – thinking about Bam was hard enough, but it just made it weird that she knew about him. She must have seen a photo on the wall when they walked up to the room and guessed that something had been going on between him and Bam. People can assume many things from seeing a picture; it was probably just a lucky guess.

"A couple years ago." Ville whispered back.

After he said that he didn't feel the ripping pain in his chest that he expected to feel. Under normal circumstances even just thinking about losing Bam made him hunch over from the tearing pain he felt in his chest, but after all, these weren't normal circumstances and she was absolutely not an average woman; everything about this situation wasn't typical. It felt so strange to be held by a woman, especially one so breathtakingly beautiful, and to feel comfortable with it. He exhaled smoothly; he was almost relaxing into the moment. She smiled to herself and idly stroked her hand through his hair. He could feel her chest rising and lowering as she inhaled and exhaled, but he couldn't hear her heartbeat. He didn't think anything of it at the time.

"You must get really sad without him…" She pondered more to her self rather than asking a question.

"It gets very lonesome, like a part of me is missing." He replied sadly.

"I do not think you can know what real loneliness is until you have lived a whole lifetime alone." She said, turning her face slightly towards his.

"It feels like I've lived a lifetime without him already." Ville said solemnly, "I don't want to be alone."

Elizabeth nodded silently to herself, as if to confirm something in her mind that he didn't know she was thinking. She pulled her arm out from under him and rolled onto her side so that they were facing each other. She ran her leg up the length of his leg and wrapped it around his waist and in a fast jerking motion she used her leg to yank him closer to her. Before he had a chance to respond she pressed her hand to the side of his face and pulled him into a soft but passionate kiss. He shuddered from the shock of how cold her skin was; it was like marble; so smooth and pale, but so cold that it would cause discomfort to any normal person. Ville pulled away from her, trying to catch his breath. It was amazing – even kissing Elizabeth for such a short length of time left him breathless. It was slightly shocking to think that no one had left him that breathless since Bam, and yet here was this woman he didn't even know doing exactly that.

"I do not want to be alone either." Elizabeth told Ville softly.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against his chest. She wrapped her hands around his face and pulled him into another zealous kiss. Only seconds after taking his face into her icy hands she pushed him away and threw her hands over her eyes. She rolled onto her back and wailed as if she was in pain. Ville put his hands on her shoulders and shook her slightly.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong?"

Elizabeth stopped and lied still without taking her hands off of her eyes. Ville watched her closely, trying to work out what to do. She breathed deeply and quickly, as if she was panting from exhaustion.

"Are you alright, Elizabeth?" Ville asked unsteadily.

Elizabeth took her hands off of her eyes and put them back around his face. Ville almost pulled away from her, afraid that she might have another fit if she touched him again. She smiled softly at him. Ville couldn't help but to smile back at her, her smile was so uplifting. Elizabeth closed her eyes and looked as if she was thinking about something. Ville sighed lightly in relief, she had given him a real fright before, but she seemed okay now. Her eyes shot open and she stared directly at Ville for a moment. Before he could say anything she lunged at him with her teeth bared. Out of reflex Ville tried to shove his arms in front of him to block her attack but she had already pushed him onto his back and had him pinned down. Ville tried to push her off but he couldn't move her no matter how much force he tried to put behind his shoving. Elizabeth pressed her hand on the side of his face and forced him to turn his head to the side. He tried to keep fighting her off but it was a losing battle, he couldn't comprehend how it was even possible – she was half his size! Ville felt himself jolt from an unexpected bout of pain. He tried desperately to push her off again when he felt her teeth sink into his neck a second time. He gasped when she forced her teeth through what little flesh he had on his shoulder. He wanted to try and fight her off but his body was losing will to, even if he wanted to he physically couldn't have. With every second that passed he felt himself getting weaker, more and more unable to fight. In his mind he was still trying to fight Elizabeth off, but his limbs wouldn't obey his minds commands – he couldn't move at all. Elizabeth took her hand off of his face once she was sure he was unable to move. Ville twitched beneath her, some movements his own, some involuntary. She wrapped her fingers around his chin and turned his face toward hers.

"I am sorry, Ville. I know that it hurts - but I had to be sure that you could not get away." She looked away from him briefly and then turned back to him, "This will not be pleasant, but I have to do it before you die to make sure you will wake up again."

Ville stared at her; fear and confusion filled his eyes. He was all too aware that he was completely paralysed and couldn't stop Elizabeth in any way. She clasped her fingers on his cheeks and used her palm to hold his mouth open. He watched in horror as she lifted her other arm up to her face and sunk her teeth into her own wrist. Ville watched her fearfully; her mouth was now covered in blood. She lowered her arm down towards his face and then pressed her bleeding wound against his open mouth. He wanted so desperately to pull away from her arm but he couldn't move at all, even breathing was getting difficult. When he felt her cold blood running down his throat he started gagging. Elizabeth placed her hand under his chin and held his mouth shut so that he had to swallow it. After he swallowed the blood she used her hands to cup his face. She closed her eyes and kissed his forehead.

"You can not know what real loneliness is until you have lived a whole lifetime alone." She whispered to him again.

She looked him in the eyes; her icy blue eyes begged his forgiveness. "When you wake up, you will be dead – but your mind will not know it yet."

Ville could feel his breath getting weaker, even the small breaths he took were laboured. She placed the palm of her hands over his eyes. In that moment of darkness, all Ville could feel was the pain pulsing through his veins, with every heart beat he felt his veins growing even hotter. After his veins started burning his only hope was that he would die soon; he just wanted to be put out of his misery. As his breathing got even more forced he was sure he would die soon; he hoped that he would die soon. Ville felt his heart skip a beat when his mind was suddenly filled with flashing images. The images that filled his head were moving too fast to know what they were – they were just a blur of colour, like a movie in fast-forward. The blur of colour abruptly ended and shortly after he felt his heart start racing. He felt himself start panicking; he thought he was having a heart attack – he felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest. He felt his heart starting to jerk violently, if he could have screamed he would have. His heart was sending sharp stabbing pains through his entire chest and his body felt like it was on fire. His mind was trying to process what was happening to his body but he felt like his body was going to melt from the immense burning he could feel. Just as he was ready to try and beg for death, everything went black.

Authors note: "Join me in death" is by HIM (of course ^_^). The lyrical quote is taken from "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails. I feel like this chapter came out quite well, so please let me know what you think! I might feel like it came out better than the previous chapters did, but I won't know unless you tell me – so thank you for reviewing (I love it lol) – I take all feedback/critique into serious consideration! ^_^