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"I can't believe it," Murderface grumbled, downing his third beer in the half hour they'd been at the club.
"Yeah, Nat'an was such a ladies man, what gives?" Pickles agreed, pops a nacho into his mouth. "And with the robot too?"
"Yeas! Nathans could does lots better than a cold robot mans!" Toki chimed in from the other stool where he was spinning around amusedly.
"I agree, it don't make sense!" the drummer shook his head, downing his fifth drink.
"Likes anybody," Skwisgaar muttered eying an ageing grandmother on the dance floor.
"Scho, if he could have anyone, why him?" the bassist mused flagging the bartender for another drink.
"Who knows man?" the drummer shrugged.
After several minutes of silence, Murderface belched loudly before picking the conversation up again. "You think he was serious bout throwing us out?"
"He seemeds super serious," Toki nodded.
"Almost think it'd be better ta leave," the green eyed bassist grumbled.
"But why's?" the Norwegian questioned in genuine confusion. "He ams ours brother. Sure wes not agree or understands, but we enjoys making the musics together."
"Is still sicks," the Swede argued, his arm subconsciously going around the younger man's waist.
"Now, I don't thinks so," Toki countered. "So what's if he liked Charlies? I means he ams happy."
"So yous is eatings dildos now toos?" Skwisgaar growled slightly.
"No!" the brunette denied. "Alls I sayings is shouldn't wes be happy for them?"
"'Spose so," Pickles sighed, taking another swallow of his drink.
"I not thinks it so bad," Toki smiled. "I guess it ams like being with your bests friend," he nodded, glancing towards the blond next to him, his bright smile softening just a little.
"Yea, but we're his best friends!" Murderface cried out in outrage.
"Suppose at least Charles won'ts be gettings knocked up on hims or just wants his monies," Skwisgaar nodded, utterly ignoring the bassist's outburst and returning his fellow guitarist's small smile.
"Yeah, there's that," Pickles nodded.
"I don't knows, I don't thinks it so bad at all," Toki stated with a stretch, "maybe Charlies will lighten ups!"
Instantly the rest of the guys began roaring with laughter, fists pounding the bar before them.
"It's true! He ams even drinking with us!" the guitarist argued.
"He's drinked with us before," the Swede shrugged.
"Not as much as he does nows," the younger man pouted slightly as he finished his first beer.
"Supposes," the blond conceded as he pulled the brunette along with him towards a small knot of older women, quickly securing them a threesome causing Toki to laugh brightly. Nodding slightly in agreement, Skwisgaar lead both Toki and their granny towards the limo.
Back inside the club, the two remaining male members of Dethklok watched as Selene ground against a young man on the dance floor, her head thrown back in laughter.
"I tell you Pickles sche's hot!" William commented, raising his hand for another drink.
"And I keep tellin' ya she doesn't seem to like sex," the redhead countered, "ya can hit at her all ya want."
"I know! I keep trying!" the bassist confessed taking a swallow.
"She ain't inta us like that," Pickles shrugged finishing his own drink.
"But why?" Murderface questioned. "I don't get it. Woah! What is she doing?!"
Back on the dance floor Selene had her slender arms around a young man, her teeth buried in his throat.
"Either givin' him a helluva hicky," the drummer stared at the vampire as if hypnotized, "or bitin' him."
Slowly the bassist's eyes widened, "She's b—biting him!"
Even as the duo stared at their keyboardist, Selene drew back from her dance partner, her lips a dark, wet red.
"Holy f-ck! M—Murderface, s—she's drinking blood!" Pickles exclaimed as all color drained from both men's faces.
Unaware of the eyes on her, the vampire wiped her mouth and sent her partner on his way before joining her pseudo-brothers at the bar. "Bonjour brothers," she smiled brightly. "Having fun?"
"Uh, y—y—eah Selene," the drummer stuttered nervously.
"I wager the threesome turns into a twosome," she motioned towards the door that the guitarists had left through, grinning even as her voice dropped to an intimate whisper, "and the lady won't be one of the two." At this she began to laugh brightly, causing the two men to join her, albeit nervously.
"They'll have to face it someday," Selene shook her head, taking a seat next to Pickles, who again laughed nervously and gave a quick scoot from her causing a frown to cross her lips. "What's the matter with you two?"
"Uh, uh," the drummer faltered, trying to find an excuse, but was interrupted before he could even begin by the brunette next to him screaming, "Don't bite me!"
Confusion quickly entered those frozen gold eyes as the vampire stared at the bassist. "The hel William?"
"We saw you bite a guy!" Pickles exclaimed in explanation.
Quickly Selene blinked in confusion, "So? You've never given a girl a hicky before Pickles?" She attempted to disarm them both with a warm smile but it seemed to fail.
"Hicky? You—You were doing more than that!" Murderface accused, pointing a shaking finger at the lone female.
Instantly Selene knew she'd be caught and quickly looked away from the four accusing emerald eyes. "I," she started before faltering and running out the club door.
"I shouldn't have taken drugs before this," Pickles muttered, rubbing at his eyes fiercely.
"Probably not," William agreed, finishing his beer.
"You think we really saw that?" the drummer asked, beginning to wonder if it was nothing but a drug influenced hallucination.
"I dunno, she wears them fangs a lot," the bassist stated, giving the situation some serious thought now that the fear had passed. "Could be a blood fetish."
"True," the redhead sighed, grateful for a logical excuse for what he'd seen. "I'm going to go — apologize," he stated, getting to his feet.
"Dude? Really? Apologies are for chicks!" Murderface argued.
"Dood it's only one," Pickles argued back before following the vampire's trail out of the bar and around the corner to an alley where she cowered.
"Go away!" Selene shrieked, twin trails of red tears pouring down her face despite her fierce wiping of them.
"I'm sorry Selene we, uh, both are," he continued despite her yells, apologizing for both he and Murderface.
Slowly the vampire raised her head to stare in disbelief at the small drummer before her. "You called me your sister then act as if I would ever hurt you! Hurt any of you!" Slowly she shook her head, "I'm going home Pickles."
Gently the drummer placed his hand onto her shoulder pulling her into an awkward hug. "I know," he murmured, "I was wrong, whatever happened back there was brutal."
"Merci," Selene murmured, slowly relaxing and burying her head against Pickles' chest. Instantly the act caused the smaller man to smile as he held her blood-warmed body to him.
Suddenly both Toki and Skwisgaar reappeared out of the back of the limo, redoing their pants. "Guys you're granny left a while ago," Pickles called out causing the vampire to giggle and both foreigners to glare.
"We just tireds her out ams all," Skwisgaar growled slightly in their defense.
"Finished off on each other?" the drummer questioned with a smirk.
"Nos!" Toki yelled. "We was — eating Doritos!"
"With your pants down?" Pickles shook his head. "One of you get Murderface."
"We's going home so soons?" Skwisgaar asked as Toki headed inside to do as he was told.
Glancing down to the woman resting against his chest, Pickles softly ran his hand over her dark locks. "What do you say Selene?"
Slowly the vampire nodded with another sniffle. "Charles is probably worried sick by now," she muttered, wiping at her eyes again.
Nodding as well Pickles began leading her towards the limo, "Let's go guys!"
The others instantly began grumbling, but agreed as they settled into the limo, deciding that the place was a sausage fest anyway. Gradually as the vampiress calmed down, Murderface quietly filled Toki and Skwisgaar in on exactly what they'd seen.
"Sos she's gots a thing for blood?" the blond asked, his nose flaring slightly.
"Yea, wicked bad too," the bassist nodded.
"Explains the fangs she ams always wearings," Toki smiled, unphased by his friend's strange interest.
"Makes sense," Skwisgaar nodded calmly.
"Kinda creepy," Murderface shuddered.
Instantly the blond shrugged, "We all has a kink."
Slowly Selene gazed towards the trio, tilting her head to the side in contemplation. "A kink," she repeated softly as if hearing the word for the first time, "oui."
"Ohs, kinks," Toki nodded as if that explained everything perfectly.
By the time the limo had pulled into the driveway of Mordhaus the boys had calmed down and come to accept the new fact of their sister completely, and Selene almost looked like herself again.