Syn's Deep in My Blood

"Fuck! It's in all over my shoe!" I grumbled while trying to clean the vomit out of my damn old boots with only a tiny piece of paper. That day just couldn't get any worse. "And I missed the gig...Stupid!!" I gave myself a face palm and let out my tired body against the dirty wall of that dark alley, closing my eyes for a brief moment.

"What a shame, it was fucking awesome!" a soft male voice came out of nowhere to invade my spinning head and made my eyes to instantly open. It was impossible to see who was there with that dim light. "Why did you miss the show?"

"I was in the line since ten in the morning and got carried away with a half bottle of Jack and some douchebags that shared it with me. Of course the heroine didn't help either so..." I let out a sigh and laughed mockingly. Suddenly I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach again. Oh, not again! I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes one more time.

"You shouldn't be doing that before an Avenged Sevenfold concert! My motto is: never drink or do drugs before a gig you really want to be in. It's not worth it!" the mysterious voice was still far from me.

"I know, dude, I'm dumb! But you don't need to stay here to remind me of that! There's enough people in my life to point out that I'm a total loser, so..."

"Of course I'm not here for this...I just wanna know if you are interested in a ride home, but if you're not, I understand..." the voice was moving away now, I could feel it. If he didn't noticed, I was wishing I could be left alone then. But a ride home wouldn't be so bad...

"Well, if you can guarantee me you're not a maniac looking for a girl to tie up in a dark room and transform her into your sex toy, I guess I'm in!" I grinned and slowly opened my eyes. I still couldn't see straight but I knew the guy was tall and thin, had dark hair and tattoos all over his arms. Surely he was my type. But he was also the maniac type. "I would probably never stop puking all over you so..." still dizzy, I tried to walk at his direction.

"I swear I'm not a maniac! However...it wouldn't be such a bad idea to tie you up."

"Hey, watch out! I'm drunk but not dead! You'll see what I'm capable of when you and your thinness receive one of my badass armbars! I'm always prepared for that kind of man, you know." I approached him, progressively seeing his face. He wasn't strange to me. He laughed and got closer, trying to help me walk. I felt like a seventy-year-old woman with a gigantic man by my side.

"Okay, okay! Can I help you at least going to my car?" I made a sign in agreement, he put his arm around my waist gingerly and guided me a few meters where his car was parked.

Then a distant and high voice called out:

"Hey Jimmy, aren't you going with us to that bar?" That voice had a lower tone and was well known to my ears. But I just couldn't recognize it.

"Maybe later. I know where you guys will be, Matt!" Jimmy answered and got into the car.
Jimmy...Matt... Those names weren't strange to me at all. I should be at a drug-induced
hallucination anyway!

"If you're gonna throw up, let me know and I'll stop the car, ok?" he smiled before turning the car and leaving. "Where's your house?"

"I live at South Gate..."

"It's in the way to my house. I live near Huntington Park."

"So it's very likely that we've already shared a joint in there..." I grinned slightly.

"No. I would've remembered you. Red hair, tattoos all over, enormous Deathbat on your back...I would've remembered you indeed!" I felt flattered by his comment but just stayed quiet.
We went silent most of the way and after a few minutes he stopped his car, but not at my place. Now I was worried as hell!

"It's Jimmy, right? So...this is not my..."

"This is MY house. I won't let you go home like this for your parents to see. I'm gonna make coffee for you. Are you coming in?" he opened my side door and then I clearly saw his face in a decent light. I couldn't fucking believe what my eyes were showing to me!

SHIT! JIMMY FUCKING THE REV SULLIVAN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, SMILING, AND GIVING ME HIS FUCKING HAND TO ENTER HIS HOUSE!
My eyes popped open in surprise and his face was showing a curious look.

"Wait a minute...Is that you? Are you gonna say I'm at Jimmy Sullivan's fucking house?"

"Yes, you are honey! And this is him speaking to ya! Only now you noticed it?"

"Y-y-yeaah...Did you think I got into your car because I had recognized you?"

"No, of course not!! I thought I was doing a good deed. You've lost our concert after all so..." he showed his wide grin and my whole body shivered. There was The Rev right in front of me and I, in the other hand, smelled like whisky and vomit. God, that wasn't even close of my luckiest day...

"Wow...I'm so embarrassed right now." I got off his '67 Impala and my face got flushed instantly. I couldn't even look at him. "And just for your knowledge, I don't actually live with my parents ok!"

"Ok, I'm sorry! Just come in, you don't need to be shy. Everybody does stupid things. I, for instance, do it constantly..." he opened the door of his beautiful house and waited for me to come in first. I hesitated a little, looked into his blue eyes and there was my permission.
His house seemed normal for a rockstar, pictures of his best friends and family all over the walls of the living room. But I found a forth exceptional wall: painted in black with nice substancial hand-made graphics of skulls, one distinct from another. Amazing!

"Loved the painting!"

"Yeah? I did it myself in a weekend I had nothing to do. So I figured, let's give some life and color to this house. You can seat anywhere, I'm gonna heat the water for the coffee." I didn't follow his rules and pursued him to the kitchen, admiring every single inch of that big house.

"So...James...Do you often save drunk girls after your concerts?" I leaned over into the kitchen
countertop and started to observe every move he made.

"To be honest? I've made an exception for you today..."

"Why did you make an exception for me? I could be one of those crazy fangirls that would start grabbing you all over in the moment she would find out it was you."

"Oh no, that kind of harassment happens more often with Brian and Matt. I'm just the drummer, you know... It's not that dangerous for me. Unless they are really into the band, like, real fangirls." he put the water in the stove and waited for it to boil while looking at me.

"Are you insinuating that I can be a threat to you?" I asked staring sharply at him, I just couldn't stop. I had to take my chances with him. Then I looked at his eyes seductively and he glanced back, understanding my hints.

"I don't know...you tell me!" He continued my game of looks. I shrugged and grinned in response. "You know what? I've already answered you more questions than in a press conference! It's my damn turn now!"

"Okay, bring it on!" I made a sign with my hands and he smilled.

"Can I at least know your name first? Or should I not know the name of my future killer?" he was talking while making the coffee and when it was ready, he served us in big mugs. For sure, I wasn't going to kill one of my idols.

"After you brought me to your house and made me coffee, well, I guess you should know. Call me Emily, Ems for the closest ones."

"I've been escalated into a close one already?"

"You're from Avenged fucking Sevenfold, man! I've put on your music on the most unusual places. And I did a lot of things hearing you guys playing. I don’t know what can be more intimate than this..." I wanted to test him to the maximum. After all, I was really interested to know why he had brought me to his house like this. I took a sip of coffee while he raised his eyebrows.

"Really?" he stopped talking and smirked and his eyes made perfectly clear what kind of naughty things was passing through his twisted mind. I was totally sure he had a mind as dirty as mine. And now I knew he was in it like I was. "Can you name me a few?"

"Well...I've had sex once to the sound of Scream and got to a conclusion that it's the perfect song for a savage night. There's something about its rhythm, I dunno, it's aphrodisiac... Don't you think?" I leaned again on the countertop and slowly approached his face, not stopping even once from look at those piercing blue eyes delineated in black.

"Finally someone found it sexy too. Everybody thinks it's all about a murder. And yeah, it is about sex actually. And its rhythm it is just perfect to remind us its...’sexyness’." he smiled and got even closer to me, caressing my nose with the tip of his own.

"Do you wanna know a curious fact? I can scream even louder than that girl..." I gently whispered in his ear and then, suddenly, I felt my lips being attacked by his. Oh, I lost count of how many hours I spent looking at that mouth in the posters on the walls of my bedroom. And it matched exactly with my thought about kissing him. Sweet and powerful enough to spread fire all over my body.

We caught ourselves in an untamed kiss, with all our hunger focused on that moment. So Jimmy came out rapidly from behind the counter and hugged me around the waist, pulled my neck close to his mouth again and made us quickly return to that heart racing moment.
It was surreal. Was I experiencing another damn hallucination that my all-fucked-up-brain had created just to mock me? No, those butterflies in my stomach were actually more real than ever.

"Where have you been all this time?" now it was his turn to sigh in my ear, spreading a few kisses around my neck after. It sent shivers down my spine.
To interrupt my crazy thoughts about us making love, my mind just had to shout out that really trapping question at my face: weren't we going too fast, Emily?

Then, unexpectedly, the next place Jimmy was taking me was to his enormous and comfortable couch. He sat on it and with a gentle move, he made my body fall down on his lap intentionally. It certainly had turned me on but, now I had this warning ringing insistently into my head to tell me that having sex with him right there could be the wrong thing to do. I just couldn't be that easy, you know?
We continued to kiss until I felt his hands making his way straight up to my back. Or we stop there or my bra would go flying in seconds.

"Wait...Jimmy...let's take it easy, ok?" I stopped kissing him and his hands ceased their movements instantly on my back.

"Don't you wanna?" he asked a bit taken aback.

"Of course I want it. But I guess I won't remember a single thing of us having sex by tomorrow morning, I had too much to drink. And what I want more is to remember this moment, believe me." I tried to make a lame excuse as the glare in his eyes continuously faded away. I gave him my most passionate kiss and got off of him. "Thanks for the coffee, by the way. Now that I know where you live, you can't run away from me that easily." I fixed my blouse and grinned. Jimmy gave me that Mona Lisa's smile and went to pick up something in the kitchen. Why do I have this nerve wrecking feeling I'm gonna regret this?

"Wait, I'll take you home. It's late, I won't let you walk alone on those dark streets around here."
Overprotective? Oh yeah, I like it!

"No, you don't need to. I'm so close from..."

"I insist! I need to know where you live too, just in case I want to kidnap you anytime." He looked into my eyes and landed his lips briefly onto mine.

"Okay, now I'll definitely accept your ride home!" I smiled and we left the house.
He drove a few blocks to my house, which was very close to his. I just hoped I would remember his address tomorrow. Please, I seriously needed to remember it!!

Before I went off his car, we kissed again very slowly. I even had the opportunity to bite his lower lip, which made him moan a little.
"I sincerely doubt you won't remember this tomorrow..." he added before kissing me again through the car window.

"It's just a precaution, Jimmy. And I need a guarantee I'll see you again soon..."

"I'll send you a little gift by tomorrow morning, ok? Just make sure your mailbox won't be mugged."

"You don't need to lie to me just to not give me your number." I kissed his lips again and chuckled. I wasn't able to stop. It was pure sex chemistry involving us.

"Believe me, just because I'm a rockstar and I'm in a pre-famous band around the world it doesn't mean I'm not capable of making promises. You have my word! Here it is, my favorite necklace. You give me back when we see each other again, ok?" he took off his cross chain and put it on my neck. We kissed another time and then I slowly walked away.

He left out screeching and I went singing "Screaaam, Screaaaam, Screaam...", not
giving a rat's ass if I would wake up the entire neighborhood. I was completely ecstatic.

All I know is that was, for sure, the best day of my life so far...

Notes

So...what you think?? Hit me, I can take it!!! xD
Please comment itt, I really wanna know if it's worth continuing it! ;D
I'm nervoous, god!!! hahaha <3