“You gonna be okay with this?” my rhythm guitarist, Timmy, asked me and I shrugged.

“Are you?” I asked and he shrugged.

“I’m nervous,” He admitted and I giggled.

“Well if he’s anything like I remember, he’s a great guy,” I smiled, thinking about Zacky.

“You still love him!” He shouted and I shrugged.

“Among other things, the guy’s a fabulous lay!” I winked and my guitarist blushed. I giggled and waltzed off to get ready for this tour and seeing Zacky again for the first time in forever.

I KNEW that he had a girlfriend, but I also knew that he’d started his clothing line as promised. I quite frequently wore VU gear to our shows. And Avenged Sevenfold stuff. Because even though I hadn’t gotten to get back together with Zacky, I still loved him and his band and I always would. But most of all, I loved Zacky.

The night before the first gig, Avenged was throwing a tour launch party for all the bands. And of course, my boys were beyond excited to be touring with their idols.

“So tell me again,” Timmy said, “How it is you know Zacky?”

“KNEW,” I stressed as I applied my makeup, “I haven’t seen him since I was seventeen, which as you know was six years ago.”

“That sucks, doll.” He muttered, tapping his foot impatiently for his turn

I rolled my eyes, “You have no idea. We’d just officially started going out, and then my parents took me away. Cause, they wanted to protect my innocence- which I hadn’t had since I was fifteen I might add, so it was rather pointless!”

“You lost your virginity to Zacky Vengeance?” He asked, eyes wide.

I shook my head, “No sadly, I wish. I ‘LOST’,” I waved air quotes as I said lost, smirk gracing my lips, “my virginity to Johnny Christ.”

“WHAT?!” He gasped and I arched my freshly plucked eyebrows at him with a laugh.

“Did you think I named the band Black Widow for no reason?” I asked and he shrugged.

“I had no idea,” he said, “God… why Johnny?”

“Cause I didn’t know any better,” I shrugged. “We met when I was four, and started dating when I was five… we broke up when I was seventeen.”

“But you… didn’t you start fucking Zacky at sixteen?” He gasped and I nodded. “You little…”

“Black Widow,” I finished for him and he nodded.

“I envy you!” He told me, “And do they know?”

I shook my head, “Not unless they’ve figured it out in the last six years.”

“Oh my god! Tonight’s gonna be drama drama! Thanks for warning me love!” He laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re welcome Timmy,” I snorted and he frowned.

“Can I have my turn now?” He asked and I shrugged.

“Don’t see why not,” I muttered, staring at my reflection. I didn’t think there was anything more I could do with myself. “You make yourself all pretty for Zacky now!”

“Bitch, you KNOW he’ll be too busy staring at you- the ghost of his past- to look twice at me, especially considering he’s NOT GAY!” Timmy argued and I smirked.

“He’s with Gena now, I doubt he even remembers me,” I replied and he tugged the hem of my shirt up, revealing my Vengeance University/Zacky’s autograph/Switchblade tattoo.

“Oh honey bun, he named his clothing line Vengeance University and used your design as the symbol, of course he remembers you!” Timmy insisted and then started getting ready.

“I guess we’ll find out,” I muttered to myself while waiting.

Finally coming back out of the bathroom he shouted, “Let’s hit the par-tay!”

As usual we were late because of his need for gossip and looking perfect. But that was okay, because when we got there Johnny was nowhere to be seen, for which I was rather glad. I didn’t want to deal with Johnny right now. I scanned the crowd nervously for Zacky but didn’t see him either.

“You must be…” I heard someone say and turned to look.

It was Brian. I smirked and held out my hand, “Beka, I’m the lead singer of Black Widow.”

“Ah right, the chick fronted band. I listened to your cd, you’ve got a thing for Zacky yea?” He asked and I stared at him. There was nothing in his eyes saying that he recognized me even in the slightest. Apparently my Halloween costume had really worked well.

“Well you were high that night,” I muttered and he frowned at me.

“What night?” He asked, “Did we do something I don’t remember?”

I laughed, “Not THAT kind of something, if I recall correctly you ran off to find some random chick to do that with, because I went home with Zack.”

“You… DO have a thing for Zacky!” He pursed his lips and I laughed.

“I’m not making this up Gates!” I shook my head, “You really don’t recognize me, which is okay, you weren’t supposed to be able to. Um, Halloween, Marilyn Monroe with a half skeleton face?”

His eyes went wide and then he blinked, “No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way,” I muttered, flipping him off, “You said the first record would be better if it had you on it, I told Matt to stop smoking cause it was bad for his vocal chords and Jimmy announced that Zacky was gonna get laid and you said you were too…”

“Why are we talking about Jimmy saying I’m gonna get laid?” I heard Zacky ask so I turned to face him and his eyes went wide, “Oh.”

“Oh?” I asked, tilting my head and he reached out, tugging the hem of my shirt up.

“It is you,” he whispered and I nodded.

“It is,” I agreed, trying to keep my eyes from welling up with tears. “Sorry it took me so long.”

He raised his eyebrows, “I thought you forgot about me.”

“Never,” I muttered, “you’re kinda permanently etched on my stomach.”

Brian laughed and turned me so he could look at the tattoo, “When did you get that?”

“Long before any OTHER Zacky fan,” I replied with a grin, eyes staying locked with Zacky’s. “I actually invented it.”

“You did, did you?” Brian asked and Zacky nodded at the same time as I did.

“Hey Professor Zacky,” I teased and he laughed.

“Why DID it take you so long?” He asked, eyes pleading.

“Life sucks, and I tried so hard to get out of where I was, but I never had any money.” I sighed, eyes begging him to understand, he nodded. “I guess it’s too late now huh?”

He furrowed his brow as if he didn’t understand what I meant by that statement and I raised my eyebrows, “Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I do.” He agreed, “But you…”

“Don’t care.”

“Somehow I thought you’d say that,” he laughed and I shrugged.

“Why, because I had a boyfriend when we started seeing each other?”

“You what?” He asked, eyes wide and I bit my lip.

“I had a boyfriend, who didn’t satisfy me, when I started fucking you.” I raised my eyebrows and he grabbed me by the hand.

“Brian, cover for me?” He asked and Brian nodded.

“Sure man, but you OWE me!”

“FINE!” Zacky yelled and yanked me out of the room and down the hall. Tugging me into a different room he locked the door behind us and ran his fingers over my cheek. “You’re just as beautiful as I remember.”

“You made my shirt,” I whispered and he nodded.

“Of course I did,” He said, “How could I not?”

“Would you leave her for me?” I asked quietly and his eyes clouded over.

“I don’t know.” He admitted, “It’s been so long and she and I have been together for several years now.”

“I’m sorry, I had no right to ask that.” I whispered, stepping back from him. “I just couldn’t help but wonder, because…” my voice broke and I fell silent.

“Because I named my line Vengeance University and used the switchblade?” He asked and I nodded.

“And you made Marilyn!” I bit my lip to keep from crying. “And, it was beautiful. I have a ton of that shirt.”

“Of course you do,” he agreed. “I only wish I could have been the one to fill your order, and then I would have known where to find you.”

“Zacky…” I whispered and his lips fell on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up and pressed me against the wall, mouth against mine hungrily. I kissed him back, desperate to feel what it felt like to be truly satisfied again.

“I need you,” he whispered and I nodded.

“Please do?” I asked and he nodded, letting go of me with one hand to yank the zipper on his pants down.

“Just hard fucking,” he whispered and I nodded as he pushed my skirt up around my hips and slammed into me without any foreplay. I gasped and he chuckled, “Do you remember the first time?”

“Against the stairs,” I whispered, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“You gasped, just like that,” he reminded me and I smiled, nodding as I remembered. He began to thrust, hard even thrusts that had me teetering on the edge of orgasm in a matter of minutes.

I nibbled at the ring on his lip and moaned into his mouth as he began to thrust, hard even thrusts that had me teetering on the edge of orgasm in a matter of minutes, nails digging into his shoulders as grew used to the feel of him inside me once again. His tongue slipped between my lips and brushed against mine as his hands cupped my ass while he slammed into me harder and harder.

“Oh god, Zacky,” I whimpered as my climax swept through me, body shuddering around him.

“That’s it, god, you feel so good,” he whispered into my ear, cock pulsing as my climax triggered his own.

It took a total of fifteen minutes, and they were the best fifteen minutes I’d had in the last six years. Zacky Vengeance, was the best sex I’d ever had… STILL!

He set me down and I wobbled, so he held me steady until I could stand on my own again as I giggled.

“Sorry about that,” I muttered and he smirked.

“No need to apologize, it’s nice to know I still rock your world,” he replied and I rolled my eyes. Egomaniac.

“So what now?” I asked and he shrugged.

“No idea,” he muttered, “I guess we head back to the party and pretend that didn’t just happen, and oh, try not to kill my girlfriend?”