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"We got a situation down here," Nathan blurted out. "Selene mighta ODed or lost her mind."
"I'll be right down with a medic," the lawyer replied, hanging up and quickly summoning a medic to meet with him and the boys.
"Do it again!" Toki laughed as Skwisgaar held him tighter, murmuring softly, "Nots now." The controlled and frightened sound in the Swede's voice caused the younger man to cling tighter to him as the blond pulled him back and away from the scene as the CFO appeared in the doorway.
"Guys what happened?" Charles asked as he knelt down and placed his hands on the vampire's shoulders while the medic attempted to check over his mistress.
"Bonjour Charles," Selene giggled and smiled brightly as she attempted to roll off the pillow and out of Charles' grip. "Monsieur Clown looks like Monsieur Charles!"
"They were doing coke and she was nuzzling us," Nathan explained, ignoring the vampire. "Then said something like Valhalla's ending and gods are falling," the singer trailed off struggling to remember the exact words she'd said.
"Huh," the manager made a soft sound in the back of his throat before turning his attention back to the vampire. "Selene do you remember saying this?"
"Saying what?" the vampiress giggled.
"Guys," Charles sighed, "I think what ever it is, she's fine."
Instantly Selene's hand darted out to wrap the lawyer's iconic red tie around her hand. With a huge grin, Selene whispered in his ear, "I am so high!" With that she began nuzzling against his cheek giggling louder.
"I think it's bedtime Selene," Charles laughed softly as he motioned 7269 over while removing his clothing from the keyboardist's hand.
"Alrighty," the vampire giggled allowing the gear to lead her away to her room, leaving her brothers sitting around in a confused and agitated state.
"Maybe, maybe she was just on a bad trip," Pickles muttered sagely.
"Quite possibly," the CFO nodded. "She must have gone to a dark place."
"Was real darks," the blond nodded, still stroking Toki's hair soothingly.
"Ok, it's over for tonight guys," Nathan announced suddenly with a huge yawn.
"Good we can discuss it in the morning," Charles nodded.
"Dood it is morning," Pickles noted, motioning to the rapidly paling sky outside.
"You know what I mean," Charles sighed, straightening his tie. "Go get some sleep I'll check up on her."
With that the four men quickly parted ways, leaving Murderface laying face down in his own drug fueled stupor, with Toki following Skwisgaar into his room as if it were the perfectly natural thing to do.
Meanwhile in her room, Selene settled down into her new coffin shaped bed with its dark red velvet hangings. As she drew the hangings closed, she began to murmur, "The darkest god and the duel god - gone." Moments later she was curled up under the red and black quilt, drifting off to sleep contently.
Minutes passed before Charles quietly poked his head into the pitch black room to check on the immortal woman before heading to his own room where Nathan sat up in bed with a book in his lap. "Hey," the CFO called softly, smiling gently at the hulking figure.
"Hey," the singer replied, closing his book. "She really was creepy," Nathan confessed.
"What do you think it meant?" Charles asked as he undressed and slipped into his robe before climbing in bed. "That doesn't sound like the high babblings of a drug user, what else happened?"
"Murderface and Pickles said she has like a blood fetish and they kinda freaked out on her. Then they were doing coke when me and Pickles were writing," Nathan shrugged. "She crawled in our laps and was like scratching him with her teeth, then she said Valhalla was ending and two gods were gonna fall and then you came and she was High Selene again."
Slowly the lawyer nodded, "I see, well that really is a conundrum isn't it? I guess we need to keep ours eyes open."
"Her eyes were all blank and her voice didn't even sound like French or anything," Nathan added, putting the closed book onto the nightstand.
"I'll see how she is in the morning," Charles stated.
"Your fever go away yet?" his lover questioned.
Smiling slightly the manager nodded as he untied and removed the robe, "I'm fine Nathan, I had a shot."
Slowly the singer nodded and relaxed, lifting the blanket for the smaller man to wiggled under the warmth. "Good," he grunted, running a hand down Charles' back gently, "We're untouchable still, right?"
"Don't worry Nathan," the lawyer gently squeezed his hand, "I've sworn to never let anything or anyone hurt this band. I'll keep you safe."
"Who'll protect you?" the larger man murmured as he faded off to sleep.
A soft look entered Charles' eyes at the metal lord's clear concern. "You don't have to worry about me Nathan," he stated softly, gently stroking the other man's long dark locks causing the singer to emit a contented sigh as they both drifted into sleep.