I walked out the back door, the moon light and it's stars locking me into a trance. The opening band had just finished up and I had five minutes tops to smoke a Marlboro. I smoked in silence, leaning against the building's brick wall. I felt eyes on me. To my left I saw a skinny girl with light brown curls, a strand of pink in the front. She was wearing a white blouse, short black skirt that ended just above the knee, and a long pea coat. I wonder if I can get into that skirt later. We exchanged a glance, not speaking a word. She didn't look freaked at all. Didn't she know who I was? Maybe not.

"Yo, Gates! Man, c'mon we gotta get out there!" Matt saiid as he pushed opened the door, making a click.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I put my cigarette out and flung it onto the ground. I brushed my hair back with my fingers and turned to go inside.

"Gates, huh?" A soft voice said. It was the girl. "Interesting name."

"Stage name, honey. I gotta go, you missed your shot. But there's always next time!" I shut the door, my guitar getting handed to me as I walked in and behind the stage. This wasn't too big of a gig. Slightly smaller than what we're used to.

Darkness fell across everywhere as we prepared to walk out. Jimmy was already at his drum set, making jokes to the audience. "Johnny is always naked. Why do you think we call him a Short Shit?" The crowd boomed in laughter. It wasn't that funny honestly, but they cheered simply because if was Jimmy. He fell silent as smoke overcame the stage, the organ sound for "Critical Acclaim," replacing his jokes.

"Shhh, quiet. You might piss somebody off," Jimmy whispered into the mic as we took our stands, playing to the beat. Matt was singing aggressively, as always, hardly grinning or winking. I saw Zacky nod towards me and grin, chuckling as I rolled my eyes. We had this mind synchronization thing. The solo came up and is jumped onto the stage speaker with Zacky, pressing my back firmly against his. This always made "fan girls" go insane.

I was grinning ear to ear until I saw the face in the second row of people. She wasn't singing but she looked intrigued. Maybe she didn't know who I was after all. I smirked at her and puckered my lips in her direction. A lot of other girls freaked out but she chuckled. Yeah, I'm banging this one tonight.

The music stopped and Matt's voice filled the stage. "You guys having a good night tonight?" The crowd roared in our direction. "Looks like we're already getting some undies!" He laughed, flicking a neon pink bra from Zacky's mic stand. Zacky nodded smugly, laughing himself. I simply played a riff. I got bored on stage. "You know what?! We wanna hear you bitches SCREAM!!"

The girl scream filled the room he room then the song took off. I nodded towards the girl. She was confused, I could tell, and it made me laugh. I closed my eyes for a moment, drifting with the music at my finger tips.

SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM! The way you would if I...RAVAGED YOUR BODY! SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM! The way you would if I ravaged your mind!

Oh, things I wasimagining on doing to that girl! I'm an asshole and a womanizer, go ahead, sue me. I normally don't think that way to someone like that. All I did was look at her and now I want to maker her scream. The song closed up and I opened my eyes. She was biting her lip and cheering.

We played five more songs - "Beast And The Harlot," "A Little Piece of Heaven," "Gunslinger," "Walk" (by Pantera), and "Unholy Confessions" - before closing up set. I watched the girl then waited until all the others moved before jumping down and grabbing her hand. I still had my guitar on.

"That was a nice show," she said sweetly. "I think I've heard two of those before." I gasped.

"So you don't know who I am?"

"I know you're a guitarist! Obviously." I chuckled and grabbed her hand to lead her backstage. "It's Mackenzie, by the way! And - where the fuck are you taking me?" I grinned.

"Backstage, of course." I passed Jimmy and he looked surprised. Not that I had a girl but that the girl I had looked innocent. "You know I make you wanna scream, baby," I said, grinning. She chuckled.

"Straightforward, I see. At least by me a drink first." I walked her down the back stage corridor then opened the door. Drinks were already on the table.

"I have plenty, babe." This chick - Mackenzie? - was adorable. She looked around, her brown eyes wide as she saw all the muscled guys she just saw on stage. I'll introduce them later. This isn't a chick I'll ditch on the first orgasm."Synyster Gates is ah-leaving the building!" I yelled in an Elvis impersonation. She looked around, stumbling to keep up. I noticed Mackenzie had grabbed a beer on the way out and chuckled. "Remember this for later, sweetheart. The name's Brian." And with that, I got into the car and took off for home with that cute little ass in my passenger seat.

I put the car in park then pushed my lips to hers. "Well, Mackenzie, up for some fun?" She chuckled. I'll take that as a yes.

I led her inside, grinning madly. She went along with my every move, submission in her eyes. Once she walked in, I slammed the door closed and pinned her two it. She squealed - yes, squealed - and laughed but I shut her up with a sloppy kiss. I pulled myself away to give her a neater kiss, allowing my tongue to slide over her lip almost instantly. A growl released in my throat when she didn't let me in. I squeezed her wrist and bit her lip, a soft yelp escaping her, before shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her cavern tasted of cherry lipgloss, Budlight, and cigarette smoke. My kind of combo. I forced my tongue down her throat, gagging her a little. I only grinned more, twisting and fighting her tongue with my own. I pulled my lips away, letting my tongue wrap around hers as I took a breath. She pulled my tongue back in. What can I say? Women love Synyster Gates!

I picked her her up and threw her on the couch, hovering above her. Her eyes were dark with list as she untucked her blouse, throwing her jacket off. I kissed her again roughly, my hands palming her breasts through the thin fabric. Mackenzie was putty in my hands. I didn't bother pulling her skirt off but instead slipped it up her stomach as I ripped the shirt off. She looked nice in nothing but a bra and skirt. I didn't waist time. The more I glared at her, the harder I got. I needed to relieve myself on her body. Not without teasing, of course. I unbuckled my belt, my jeans becoming painful on my bulge. I dropped them and adjusted my throbbing cock in my boxers. I thrusted a finger into her. The middle one, hehe! She moaned out "fuck" on impact. After a few flicks on her bundle of nerves, I shoved my hard-as-a-rock member into her.

Let's just say - she screamed all right.

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I woke up the next morning, face down on the couch. Mackenzie wasn't under me anymore and her clothes weren't on the floor except for her ripped blouse. Then I smelt some eggs. Wow, this bitch.

"You awake!" She called. I groaned in response as she set a plate on the coffee table. "Thanks for last night." I chuckled then noticed she was only in her bra, panties, and skirt. Goddamn. I downed the eggs as I watched her. She was remarkable and I didn't even know much about her. She sat down with a cup of black coffee, smiling at me. "Tell me about yourself, Gates." I choked softly. All I did was fuck her now she wants to know me? Kinda backwards.

"Me? Call me Bri, short for Brian Haner. I'm the lead guitarists for that band of fuck-heads. I'm an asshole." She chuckled.

"Well then, Mr. Asshole. I am a cellist as well as a singer/screamer. I can be an asshole, too." I scoffed. She's too adorable to go around flipping strangers off, crashing their parties, stealing alcohol. Whatever. "Don't believe me, dick-head?"

"Nope. But I know you have a nice one." She rolled her eyes, sipping her beverage.

"Why'd you screw me anyways?" I shrugged and leaned back against the couch. She was curled up in the large arm chair.

"Peaked my interest, maybe?"

Notes

It sucks, I know. Bear with me it'll get better >.< Rates and comments appreciated!