Black Market Blood
by SweetMaddness and Athena2693

Brian watched him move around the room, going through drawers and boxes. He watched him pick through the jewelry, sharp teeth biting down to see what was real and what was costume. All of his valuables were gathered together and scooped into a black velvet purse that was hanging one Brian's doorknob.
The man walked over to him. What was his name? Rob? Bob? It'd been so loud in the club he couldn't really understand. But he'd understood the tightness in his pants and the sexy smile on the other man's lips. His dick had gotten him into trouble once again.
Rob/Bob placed his hand on Brian's forehead, letting his fingers move down to caress his cheek. The feeling of flesh on flesh was interrupted by the leather strap of the ball gag that was shoved between Brian's teeth. He tried to say something but it just came out in a mumbled groan, so instead he tried to plead with his eyes. All he got from his captor was an evil grin and soft chuckle.
"You make things too easy, Mr. Molko," he said in his smooth voice. He shook a lock of auburn hair from his eyes. It was those beautiful locks and his flawless white skin that had attracted Brian to the boy. It was his soft, commanding voice that had made Brian yearn to follow his every command and allowed himself to be handcuffed to the bedposts. All he could do now was watch, helpless, as his possessions were snatched from him. The lousy bugger could have at least fucked him first but Brian hadn't even gotten that.
The boy moved back to the dresser and opened the top drawer. "I suppose you'll want something to keep you occupied," he said, pulling out Brian's biggest vibrator. He kneeled in-between his bound legs and shoved the large, dry object up him in one thrust. Brian let out a squeal, his back arching and his breath becoming ragged as he tried to cope with the pain. Just when he thought he had it under control, a new one hit him, this time in the stomach. There was a neat slicing of flesh as Brian felt the blade slip in, then a sharp tug as the boy tore the wound open.
"Hope it was as good for you as it was for me," red head said as he moved toward the door. "Sweet dreams Bri Bri," he mocked, blowing the sobbing singer a kiss before slipping out into the hallway.
Brian stared at the ceiling, trying to get his heart to calm and his eyes to focus. He couldn't panic, not now, he had to get out of this. He tried the handcuffs, they were fastened tightly and not about to let him go. The phone was too far out of his reach, he nearly dislocated his shoulder trying to get to it. Blood kept flowing down his stomach and pooling onto the sheet, the spot of red growing bigger by the minute.
'Someone will come for me,' he thought to himself. 'Stef or Steve will find me, I know it.'
He shivered, wondering why it was so cold in the middle of summer. His eyelids were growing heavy and he gave up the struggle to keep them open. A smile crossed his face as he focused on the buzzing in his ass massaging his prostate. 'Good thing I put new batteries in it yesterday,' he thought to himself, before he saw a tunnel and a warm white light and decided to see what was on the other side.

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“Brian, ya here?”
Stefan pushed aside piles of clothes and CDs with his foot. He was being careful not to step on any possessions. Brian would kill him if he broke anything. Well, it was his fault if he did, this place was a fucking mess. He had either been robbed last night or had one hell of a party, his hypothesis was the second one. Well, who cares if he broke anything, Brian deserved it for abandoning him last night.
“Brian, where are you, you littler bastard? I should kill you for leaving and not telling me!”
A buzzing from the bedroom caught his attention.
‘Oh great, the little fucks probably in there torturing some poor boy tied to his bed.’
He walked to the door and slowly turned the knob. He cautiously peaked in, not wanting to embarrass one of his tricks. Brian had a habit of picking up the most timid boys he could find, he liked to see them squirm as he chained them, whipped them, and even fisted the ones who could take it. That was another one of his talents, his ability to figure out just how much a boy could take before he began screaming in pain. His eyes settled on a lump on the bed. Dark hair, a maroon stain covering the white sheets. Blood, dried blood. It had been there for hours. The small figure on the bed wasn’t moving, wasn’t breathing.
“Brian”, Stefan croaked, the squeakiness of his voice surprising him.
Not even a single twitch of a finger. Stefan creaked open the door and approached the bed. One of Brian’s antique knives was buried deep into his gut. He could see the glistening intestine peaking out, the stark whiteness of his structure, and the small amount of the contents that he had last ingested seeping through the blood, resembling vomit that was just coming from a different hole.
“Oh Brian, who has done this to you?”
Stefan took a seat on the bedside and looked down at Brian. He reached out, running his finger tips down his cheek, it was stained with blood. He looked down at his hand, expecting to see blood on his own fingers but the blood had dried awhile ago. Maybe before whoever did this to him was even gone. Well, Brian was always into rough stuff, he hope he went as he wished.
“Oh Brian, look at you. So beautiful in this preserved state. You were complaining about getting old lately, it looks like you’re not gonna be getting any older now.”
He leaned down and pressed his lips to Brian’s forehead. Cold, so cold. The color was already leaving his flesh. But his complexion had always been pale, this new whiteness only enhanced it. He pressed his finger tips to the corner of Brian’s eyelids and gently pulled them open. A thin film already covered them. He reached into Brian’s mouth, feeling the sharp teeth dig into his skin, and gently extracted the gag. His jaw was stuff, but he pushed up on the joint, closing his mouth so he looked more natural. Staring up at him was a young innocent face. Stef pressed a kiss to the pallid lips and encircled his arms around the bloodied midsection. He felt globs of gore adhering to the small blond fuzz that dusted his arms. He nuzzled his face into Brian’s throat and tried to hold back the sobs that followed. Someone would come for him eventually but he didn’t want to be the one to make the call. Instead, the hollers of his agony filled the room, muffled by Brian’s flesh.

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Steve pounded on the door for the third time, "Brian, get your ass out of bed and let me in! I don't care how hung over you are, I'm not doing these bloody promos by myself and you've only got 45 minutes to get dressed!" Pressing his ear to the door he heard nothing but stillness. Brian wasn't shuffling out of bed to let him in, wasn't running the shower, wasn't even shouting at Steve to fuck off and let him sleep. With a heavy sigh he dug into his pocket and tried to remember which of the twenty keys on his ring was Brian's.
Just inside the doorway, he tripped over a fallen coat-rack and fell face first. He cursed Brian's house keeping skills and vowed that this time he wouldn't fall prey to the usual 'Will you straighten things up a bit for me while I shower, Stevie luv?' He stood and started brushing himself off. "You had better be up and dressed because I am not adverse to dragging you to a photo shoot bare ass naked, and I know the press wouldn't mind." He pushed through the mess scattered across the floor and made his way to the bedroom.
"Stef?" he gulped, seeing his friend sobbing on top of.. something. What was it? Taking a few steps in he realized it was Brian's mutilated body. The box of fan mail sitting next to Brian's computer was soon covered in the partially digested remnants of Steve's breakfast. He blinked at it a minute, seeing the chunks of egg and sausage which were a much prettier sight then the scene that awaited him on the bed. "Why?" he gasped out, closing his eyes to try and hold in the tears.
"I don't know," Stef let out a heavy sigh, his fingers stroking the features of Brian's face.
Steve pounced, tearing Stefan from Brian's body and flinging him to the floor. "You lousy fucker! How could you kill him! I don't care how much you loved him, that still doesn't give you the right to kill him!"
He was so shocked it took Stef a moment before the words sunk in and the fists hitting his body were felt. "Wait. No. Stop. You got it all wrong." He managed to grab Steve's wrists and held them behind his back. Sitting up, Stef used his chest to press Steve's shoulders back into the bed and waited for his struggles to calm. "I didn't kill him!" he said firmly, a few more tears sliding down his cheeks at having said the word 'kill' in relation to Brian. He hung his head, his voice lowering as he sobbed. "I didn't kill him. I could never do that. I found him. I don't know who did it. I don't know."
His head fell to Steve's shoulder, his body racking with tears. Steve easily slipped his hands from Stef weakening grasp and reached his arms around him. "Have you phoned the police?" Stef shook his head. "How long have you been here?" Another silent reply, this time a shrug. "It's okay," he whispered, still holding his trembling friend. "It's going to be all right."
Steve stood them up and tried to lead Stef from the room, but he refused. He threw himself back on the bed, this time on his knees, and started undoing Brian's bindings. "Mate, stop," Steve said, placing a caring hand on Stef's shoulder. "You can't disturb the physical evidence like that. The police have to look for clues."
Stefan shook him off, moving to the other wrist. "He's tied too tight. It hurts. He's uncomfortable."
"He's dead," Steve tried to make the words as gentle as possible. "He can't feel anything anymore."
"It's okay Brian," Stefan said to the cold, dead eyes. "Everything will be okay. I'll get you untied and cleaned up. You're still as beautiful as ever."
With a heavy sigh, Steve turned and walked into the living room. He picked up the phone and dialed the police station. "Yes, I'd like to report a homicide."

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“Don’t you want to see his body”, Stefan asked, taking Steve’s hand.
“Why, I’ve already seen in”, he whispered, swallowing back tears, “That was enough for me.”
“Well, fine then, if that’s what you want.”
Stefan stepped up to the coffin, avoiding all the flowers, cards, and stuffed animals that the fans had sent.
“Oh wow Brian, look at how good you look. Those people really know their stuff, don’t they?”
Glancing around at the crowd around him, just to make sure no one saw him, he carefully pulled up Brian black t-shit shirt. His stomach sewed together, the lines covered with make-up so it was almost invisible among the soft white skin. Stefan bent and gently kissed the flesh.
“I hope it doesn’t hurt anymore. Did you like the clothes Steve and I chose for you? We were thinking about getting a skirt for you, but we realized that it would be hard for you to get around in. Is leather okay, it’s not too hot, is it? Oh look, I got you a present.”
Stef dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a large piece of plastic.
“This was the dildo they found inside of you. I thought you might like it since it was the last pleasure you had gotten.”
He gently set it beside Brian so it was sitting along the arch of his elbow to his wrist, kind of like he was holding a book.
“He looks like he just drank a little too much and will be up in a few hours.”
Steve’s voice came from behind him.
“Don’t worry”, Stefan said gently, “He will be up in a few hours.”
“Will everyone please take their seats”, the funeral director announces.
“Come on Stef”, Steve said taking his arm, “And it’s okay, cry.”
“Why should I cry? Brian’s jut gone for awhile, I’ll see him soon.”

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Stefan shrieked as he felt something move beneath his foot. He flashed the light on the ground in time to see a long green snake slithering away. He shivered with disgust. He was terrified by snakes, and there were so many in cemeteries. They lives in the cracks under the stones. His light finally settled on the stone with the name BRIAN MOLKO. He dropped his bag on the ground and set the lantern on the stone. With that he picked up the shovel, set the spade tip on the ground, and pushed it down with his foot. The first shovel of soil came out easy, the ground was soft from that day’s burial. He glanced back once more at the stone to make sure it was the right grave, then began piling the dirt up next to the grave. He had to have the whole procedure done before the first night was through. If the sun rose while Brian’s body was still buried beneath, their would be no hope.
It must’ve been four when Stefan finally felt his shovel hitting wood. He set the shovel up on the grass and started dusting the dirt off the coffin. Okay, he better bring the body up on the grass, Brian would be horrified to see all these worms. He opened the lid and looked down at Brian. Why had they crossed his hands over his chest like that? Brian had always slept with one hand dangling between his thighs and the other over his eyes. Oh well, they couldn’t have known that. He leaned down and lifted Brian with his hands under his armpits. He pushed him up over the cliff of dirt the best he could, his legs still dangling in the hole. He scaled the dirt wall then grabbed Brian’s hands, dragging him over to a clearer spot that was only littered by grass.
“Okay, let’s see, Brian, you stay here, alright? I’ll be right back.”
He grabbed his bag from beside Brian’s gravestone and sat down beside his body. As he took out a book and began to read, he rubbed a hand along Brian’s calf reassuringly. He just wanted to make sure that Brian knew he wasn’t alone. Okay, the book said he’d have to light the candles, scatter a variety of Brian’s possessions, and say a chant, that didn’t sound too bad. The only part that was gonna be a little scary was gonna be when he had to make love to Brian’s passive body after stabbing himself and Brian both in the heart. He’d have to be quick.
“Okay darling, you ready? Well, you don’t really have a choice, the sun will be up in 30 minutes, so we gotta do this now.”

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Stefan reached into his bag and got out the box of red votive candles. Arranging them along the edge of the grave, he got out his lighter and set them ablaze. Next, he mved to Brian's personal possessions. He'd wanted to bring his guitar but thought it'd be too big and just slow him down. Instead, he got out Brian's tattered old notebook full of song lyrics and laid it in his right hand. In his left, he placed the pack of vanilla cigerettes and vintage zippo that he'd kept in bedside drawer for a post sex treat.
He extracted the last items, the two long daggers, and threw the bag aside. As he stared at them, Stefan had to swallow hard and woner if he had the stomach for this. He glanced at his watch and decided now wasn't the time to ask questions and he needed to just do it before it was too late. He kneeled down and attempted to rid Brian's of his leather pants. "Why did I let Steve talk me out of burying you in a skirt?" He grunted as they slipped free of his ass and slid down his legs. "Okay Molks, almost there."
Stefan was worried he'd have trouble staying hard when fucking a corpse, but Brian's as was just as sweet as ever. He slipped in with a loud groan, feeling no resistance as his hole stretched to accomidate him. He fumbled for the book, squinting in the dim light as he tried to read the chant. The words seemed to flow in the perfect beat for love making and Stefan soon built up a rhthym. He slipped in and out of his cold lover, punctuating his thrusts with strange words from a forgotten language. Lifting the first dagger in the air he plunged it through Brian's unbeating heart. The second one hypnotized him for a moment and he stared at the shining blade as his hips kept rocking and he whispered the last few lines of the spells. With a deep breath he closed his eyes and brought it down heard, screaming as it broke through his breast plate and pierced the life giving muscle beneath it, bringing him to an instant orgasm.
The sun peaked through the wall of trees and Stefan let out a defeated wail. He leaned pulled the dagger from his own chest, then from Brian's, and laid himself ontop of his lover. Kissing his stiff lips he whispered, "I'm so sorry," and waited for death to take him. One way or the other, he'd be with Brian again.
There was a clenching of muscle around his spent and softening cock followed by a second, firmer lover's grasp. Stefan looked up to see Brian's eyes opening, his lashes touched with the first morning's dew. A naughty grin twitched the corners of his mouth as he looked into Stefan's over-joyed face. His voice came out in a sex, animalistic purr. "Am I that irresistable?"

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Stefan stared down shocked at Brian’s face. He had spoken. Then he looked at his chest, the wound was healing, but he couldn’t feel the heart beating beneath.
“Well?”
“Of course, just ask your millions of fans, I’m sure they’d love to fuck your dead body.”
“Give me a kiss you big lug!”
Stefan leaned down, pressing his lips to Brian’s. Still cold. Well, that made sense. He was still dead, his spirit was just returned to the pile of dead cells. Brian slipped his tongue into Stefan’s mouth, he thanked God that Brian had only been dead for three days. There was no sign of deep rotting quite yet.
“So Steffy, what’s going on here?”
Brian had slipped his arms around Stefan and was now holding him there, like he didn’t want him to go.
“What?”
“What’s going on? One minute I was, ya know, and I was alone and bored. And now I’m here.”
“Well, let me go and I’ll tell ya.”
“You lying to me?”
“No.”
“Well, okay... But don’t try to get away.”
“Why would I bring you back and run away?”
“Good point, gotta fag?”
Stefan laughed as he sat back on the grass. He should’ve expected that. Yes, Brian was a zombie, but it was him under there. He took his pack from his coat pocket and passed them to Brian.
“Thanks.”
“Okay, now how do I tell you this. Brian, you’re not really alive.”
“No shit. My hearts not beating and I’m ice temperature, I think I knew that.”
“Yes, but you’re spirits back, until dawn tomorrow.”
“Only dawn?”
“Yes, I gave you some of my own life force, you see. So tomorrow we both die at dawn.”
“What! Stef, are you a fucking lunatic? You should’ve just left me dead.”
“Why? If you’re not here with me, then what’s the use of living anyway?”
“Stef, this isn’t the time to sound so fucking poetic!”
“Sure it is, this is the perfect time. Brian, who killed you?”
“Never mind that, hurry up, take your life force back before it’s all gone.”
“I can’t do that Brian.”
“Sure you can, don’t give it a second thought.”
“Brian, it’s impossible. Once I gave it to you, I can’t have it back.”
“Oh God Stef, why? Couldn’t you just have waited till you died?”
“Now what’s the fun in that? Come on, we’ll go get Steve and have one hell of a day.”
“Hell, don’t mention that word.”
“You’ve been there”, Stefan gasped.
“Fuck no, rock stars don’t go to Hell. We go to Rock Star Heaven.”
“Rock Star Heaven?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty much the same except it’s surrounded by a big, golden fence so all the rabid fans can’t get in.”
“What’s it like?”
“I can’t really tell you. Besides, if you’re right about what you were saying, you’ll see it in 24 hours anyway, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. Is dying scary?”
“Are you scared right now?”
“No.”
“Well, you’ve been dying since you were born right?”
Stefan was quiet for a moment, then smiled.
“Okay, let’s go find Steve why don’t we. Maybe since this is our last day, he’ll finally let us have a go at him.”
“Yeah! Let’s stop by the hardware store and pick up some lube.”
“Wait a moment, your face is all over the papers for your murder. How are we gonna get around without being recognized?”

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“Why did you bring this along?” Stefan asked, running his hands over the length of Brian’s vibrator.  He’d insisted on climbing back into the coffin to retrieve it before they left cemetery.
“Because, it’s the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.  With me to the end.  Zip me up, luv.”  They’d headed back to Brian’s apartment, tearing down ‘Police Line, Do Not Cross’ tape and then raiding his closet so that he could ‘slip into something less comfortable.’  He was now dressed in 20-eyelet stiletto boots, black satin elbow gloves, and a sparkly midnight blue gown that fell to the floor.  It was cut just right to increase the illusion of breasts and hips on Brian’s already curvy body.  Stefan slid the zipper up, placing a long kiss at the nape of Brian’s neck and making him giggle.
“You look exquisite, baby.”
Brian turned around, wrapping his arms around Stefan’s neck and smiling up at him.  “Just you wait.  The master of disguise isn’t done yet. I’m not letting a bunch of silly news pictures ruin my only day left!”  Slipping out of the embrace, Brian curled up in the chair at his vanity and started rummaging through the boxes and tubes.  He started with his eyes, rimming them in dark black and gluing on fake eyelashes.  Adding some burgundy lipstick and a layer of powder he announced himself as “Fucking gorgeous!” and grabbed for the wig.  It was deep shade of red and hung nearly to Brian’s waist, stolen from a drag queen in Argentina. Standing up and doing a quick turn, Brian smiled over at Stefan, “What do think?  Can I pull it off?”
“Only one way to find out.  Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Brian leaned over and started shoving make-up into a satin purse.  Plucking the dildo from Stefan’s hands, he dropped that in as well.  He just shrugged at the odd look Stefan gave him, “You never know when it will come in handy.”

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They headed to the bar arm in arm, all the men turning to see the beauty on the tall man’s arm.  It was a straight bar and they couldn’t stop giggling at each other as Stefan tried to fit in with the other men.  Brian had no trouble being the perfect woman.
“After you, ma chere,” Stef said, pulling out a chair for his lady.
Brian kissed his cheek and slid in, lighting up another cigarette.  Their drinks arrived and Brian took a dainty sip.  “You think I can still get drunk?”
Stef shrugged, twirling his straw around. “Corpses can still get erections, that’s all I’m worrying about.”
“Ah, I see you’ve done your research.”
They were falling over each other in laughter when the person they were looking for ended up finding them.  Steve came up beside Stef, his eyes trailing up and down Brian’s body.  “Hey Stef, who’s your friend?”  He pulled up a seat next to Brian, his hand disappearing under the table and sliding up his thigh.

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Brian grabbed his hand and flung it away.  As much as he loved the feeling of Mr. Straight groping him, this wasn’t the place to cause a scene.

“I’m sorry miss”, Steve said out of nowhere, “I’m just not thinking straight.  I lost a good friend the other day.”

“Oh really, where was the last place you left him”, Brian cracked.

Steve glared at this woman, suddenly not liking her.  Why was Stefan hanging out with women anyway?  Everyone knew he preferred male companionship.  Yet again, he could understand if he got along better with woman emotionally, without the physical conflict, like he did when he talked with the boys.  But why pick such a bitch?

“What’re you doing out Steve?”

“Drowning my sorrow.”

“So I see.  Steve, can I talk to you outside?”

“Yeah, sure”, he sighed, too tired to fight.

Stefan pushed back his chair and stood up, walking out the door.  Steve followed, then Brian, who grabbed his cigarettes on the way out.

“Does she have to be here”, Steve asked, taking a seat on the hood of his car.

“That’s who this is about.”

“Why?  Let me guess, with all the fucked up shit that’s been happening lately, you’ve decided to go straight?”

“No quite”, Brian replied, then reached up, pulling the wig off his head.  He hair was slicked back with hair gel, making him look different.  He didn’t even look like himself, and Steve didn’t think so either.

“Shit, Stefan, this is fucked up.”

“Tell me about it”, Brian smirked taking a drag from his cigarette.

“What the hell do you know?  Stefan, this is fucked up!  Just because this guy kinda looks like Brian doesn’t mean it’s him!  I’ve heard about things like this, when someone loses a loved one they try to find people who look like them.  But that doesn’t mean it’s him.”

“Oh my God, Steve, you think-”

He broke out laughing so hard that he doubled over  when a pain started to spread through his stomach.  Brian joined him, grabbing hold of his shoulder to keep himself steady.  Suddenly, a flame burst out in front of him.  He jumped in shock looking at his cigarette, then burst out laughing.

“Stef, honey, the embalming fluid.  It, it-”

He couldn’t continue, the two finally fell to the ground laughing.  Steve stared at them bewildered.

“What the fuck are you two on?”

“He’s on incense and me embalming fluid”, Brian cracked.

“God, you look so much like him, you even sound like him.  It’s like”, Steve trailed off.

“Aww, honey.  We’re sorry, look at this, it’s already 8 am, time’s clicking away.  Steve, look it.”

He gathered the fold of his dress and hitched them up.

“I DON’T WANNA SEE THAT!”

Brian giggled.

“Steve, honey, come on, this time I’m not trying to get you in my bed.  Look at my stomach, see the stitches.  Look at how deep it was, and it’s not healed and it won’t heal.  Because I’m dead Steve, it’s me.”

“B, Brian?”

“Yeah Hun.”

“But, but, you’re dead.”

“I know, now come on, let’s go to Stef’s, we need to talk.”

“You’re dead!  You can’t be talking!  I must be losing my mind!”

“Steve, it’s okay”, Stefan insisted walking over to him and rubbing his back soothingly, “It’s very simple.  I just brought Brian back from the dead by fucking his body and giving him my life.”

“Yes, of course, that makes perfect since.”

Stefan barely managed to catch him as he passed out.

“Help me, we gotta get him into the car.”

“What if I chip a nail?”

“Who cares, it’s not like you have a concert to do or anything, right?”

“Maybe...”

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They wrestled Steve over to the car and Brian dug in his pockets until he found the keys.  They got the unconscious drummer into the backseat and Brian made for the driver’s door but Stefan stopped him.
“Oh come on Stef!” he whined. “I want to drive a car at least once before I die.  Well, die for good I mean.”
“Why? So you can crash into something and take Steve with us?  I’ll find you a car to wreck later.  Right now let’s just get Steve conscious.”
He handed over the keys with a pout and climbed into the back, pulling Steve’s head into his lap.  They drove a few blocks in silence before Steve stirred and tried to blink his eyes open.  “I had the weirdest dream.”
Brian smirked and patted down his hair.  “It wasn’t a dream, big guy.”
“So we really are in munchkin-land and Stef is pregnant with the love child of the wicked witch of the east?”
Brian raised an eyebrow and slapped his face lightly, “Alright, time to wake up Stevie, your subconscious is starting to scare me.”
He sat up slowly, rubbing his head and looking around.  “Fuck, this is all too weird.”
“How do you think I feel?” Brian asked, lighting up another cigarette.
“Didn’t you just finish one?” Stefan called back.
“It’s not like I’m going to get lung cancer or anything? We don’t have to worry about me losing my voice anymore. Oh fuck! Didn’t we have a concert at SRT tonight?”
“That was three days ago.  You forget, you’ve been dead.  Tonight was supposed to be that festival on Southside but don’t worry, they got a replacement.”
“Who?”
“Little Kim.”
Brian groaned, “I’m not even dead a weak and I’ve already contributed to the decline of the British Music Fest.”
Steve just shook his head.  “Don’t we have more important things to discuss?”
“Okay, what do you want to know?”
“Well for one, how do you expect to get away with this?  Everyone knows you’re dead already.  You can’t just pick up your life where you left off.  Have you decided where you’re going to live? And you’ll have to stay incognito, no press, no fame. I’m not sure you could handle that Molks.”
“That’s not going to be a problem,” he said slowly.  “Because I’m only going to be here for 24 hours.  That’s how long the spell last.”
“And when he goes, I go too,” Stef piped up from the front seat.  
“What?!” Steve yelled.  “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into Stef?”
He shrugged.  “That’s the way the magic works.  But it’s worth it to be with Brian again.”
“Oh don’t go getting all dowey eyed! This has got to be the stupidest thing you two have ever done, and that’s saying a lot!”
“Hey, no one consulted me about it, okay?” Brian shot back, chucking his fag out the window.  “And it’s no use splitting hairs about it now.  What’s done is done.  Let’s just enjoy what time we have left.”
Stefan pulled up in front of his building and cut the engine as Brian tried to get the wig adjusted on his head.  The three walked silently up to his second floor apartment and waited while he struggled with his keys.  They all looked up passively as someone came walking down the hall, heading to the apartment a few doors down.  Stefan exchanged a polite nod with his neighbor before he felt Brian’s nails digging into the back of his neck.
“Hey, that hurts.”
“Get the fucking door open!” Brian whispered, pushing Stef away to do it himself.  They all hurried inside as Brian frantically made sure it was locked behind them.
“What was that all about?” Steve asked.
“Stefan’s living next to the man that fucking killed me!”

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“Are you sure”, Stefan questioned.

“Is his name something along the line of Bob or Rob?”

“Rob Hamson.”

“See, it’s him.”

“What’re we gonna do”, Steve asked, “He might kill someone else?“

“Nice to know I’m just not that important by myself, but I’ve already decided I’m gonna kill him”, Brian stated calmly, “Stefan, do you mind of I look through your house for some goodies?”

“Not like I’m gonna be around long to use them anyway.  Go ahead.”

“Thank you dear.  Now, you two go next door and get our little friend.  I’ll get everything ready.”

“Brian sounds psychotic”, Stefan pointed out.

“Whatever floats his boat, come on.”

Steve grabbed Stefan’s hand and pulled him out the door.




Rob had been suffering from a headache for the last hour and finally gave in.  He opened the kitchen cupboard and took out the bottle.  He fished out two small white pills and swallowed them down with a cup of water.  He hoped his headache would go away soon.  He walked into the living room and turned on the television.  There was absolutely nothing on.  He stopped at the Animal Planet channel where Jeff Corwin was on.  He loved this show.  Jeff had such a delicious body, even if it was hidden behind a gaudy bright yellow shirt.  He pulled a blanket around himself and made himself comfortable.  He was just starting to feel better when something hard beat him over the head and he went unconscious.

“Is he dead”, Steve asked dropping the doorstop.

“I don’t think so, I think he’s just unconscious.  Hey, look, Jeff Corwin.  He’s so adorable.”

“Riiiight.  Now stop drooling, we have to get this guy over to your house.”

“His nipples are hard”, Stefan smirked.

“Stefan, come on, he’s heavy.”

“Oh fine, spoil sport.”

He walked over to the chair and picked up the bottom half of the man while Steve took the top.

“Steve, what if someone sees us?”

“Umm, one moment.”

He dropped the man so he landed half on the coffee table and disappeared into the kitchen.  He reappeared with a can of Budweiser.”

“Thirsty?  Can’t it wait?”

“Nope.”

He popped it open and began to pour it slowly over the unconscious man.

“Oh, I get it. He’s drunk”, Stefan giggles.

“Precisely.”



Steve finished typing the man to the bed with some sparkly birthday ribbon Stefan had found in his closet and sat up, satisfied with his work.

“Hey, where’s Brian?”

“I have no idea.  Doesn’t matter I suppose, it’s not like he can get into any trouble, he’s dead already.”

“Go find him, I’ll make sure our visitor doesn’t get away.”

“Okie dokie.”

Stefan left the room to find their lost ex-band mate, though that did sound a bit odd.  Steve took a seat beside the man and watched him, he was starting to stir.  His eyes opened tiredly to settle on Steve.  He just looked at him sleepily for a moment, not really seeing him, then jumped, trying to free himself from the restraints.

“Who the fuck are you?  Where am I?  Untie me!”

“Morning sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna shoot your fucking head off once I get free.  I know who you are, you’re from that fucking band, I‘ve seen you in the newspaper about the death of that fag.”

“You mean me”, Brian asked from the doorway.

“F, fuck.  You’re supposed to be dead, I killed you!”

“Paybacks a bitch fuckhead.”

“What are you gonna do to me?”

“What do you fucking think I’m gonna do to you”, Brian growled flicking open his switchblade knife.

“But, but, you’re alive.  Why bother doing this to me?”

“Why shouldn’t I?  Besides, I’ll be dead again in hours.”

Brian climbed onto the man, straddling him, and held the knife up for him to see.  He could see the sweat sheaning on the man’s skin and smiled to himself.  He lowered the knife and cut through the fabric of the man’s shirt.  The man watched nervously as he removed his clothing then set the knife on the table, not quite far enough to make him feel comfortable.

“What should we do to him”, Brian asked turning to his friends.

“Well, what did he do to you”, Stefan considered.

“Well...  He stuck a dry dildo up my bum.”

“Perfect.  Did you find my dildo?”

“Nope, no dildo in my surprise bag”, Brian smiled, referring to the bag he had put all his torture devices in.

“Okay, let me get it.”

Stefan walked over to his dresser and took out a large dildo.  Well, Stefan was a big guy, he needed a big dildo.  He tossed it over to Brian who ran his fingers down the smooth plastic, smiling evilly.

“Please don’t, I can’t take it from behind.  I’m strictly a top.  Please, I’ll do anything.”

“It’s not like you really have a choice in that category.”

He reached around with one hand to life him and with the other shoved the dildo into the virgin passage.  Rob let out a shriek of pain and struggled to get away, cutting off his own circulation as he tugged against the ribbons.  They had been tied so the harder they were pulled against, the tighter they would get.  He stopped struggling as jolts of pain shot through his wrist.  His hands were turning white from the stoppage of his circulation.

“Good boy”, Brian cooed stroking his head, “Now guys, bring me my little bag and let’s have some fun.”

“What do you have in this thing”, Steve asked, straining a little under the weight.  How did Brian manage to carry this thing?

“Wait and see.”

He took it from Steve’s hand and began looking through, pushing stuff away gingerly, being careful where he put his hands.  Brian took out a large steak knife, licking his lips.

“No!  Come on man, don’t do it!”

“I’d love to see what your blood looks like.  I once heard that the blood of an evil being is actually black, is that true?”

“It’s not, it’s red, I promise!  Don’t kill me!”

Brian pressed the tip of the blade against Rob’s collarbone and pressed it into the flesh.  A line of deep red blood began to rise as Rob let out a little gasp in pain.

“Steve, come here love and hold his head still for me.”

“What’re you gonna do to me?”

Stefan leaned over next to the bed and held his head down between his long hands.  Brian began to carve some kind of shape into his forehead.  

“What’re you doing there”, Steve asked from the end of the bed where he had taken a seat next to the man’s feet.

“How does it look”, Brian asked sitting up.

He had carved the word PLACEBO into his head, actually down to the bone.  Of course, that wasn’t very hard, the forehead was pretty shallow in the flesh department.

“I thought you were going to kill him?”

“Please guys, isn’t this enough yet?”

“We should gag him”, Stefan considered.

“I suppose.  I would enjoy his screams of pain, but the neighbors would suspect something.  Open up Rob.”

He shook his head defiantly.

“I promise, if you open your mouth, I won’t kill you with this knife.”

He looked hesitant for a moment then slowly parted his lips.  Brian reached into his bag and suddenly pulled out a bottle, the cap already open, and poured the substance down his throat before he could do anything about it.  

“What is that”, Stefan asked.

“Toilet cleaner I found in your bathroom.”

“You said you weren’t gonna kill me man”, Rob coughed, his throat obviously burning.

“No, I said I wasn’t gonna kill you with a knife.  Here Stef, wanna have your turn with him.”

“Please.”

Brian climbed off the man and walked over to sit next to Steve.

“Hey Hun”, he smiled pulling him into a kiss.

“Just because you’re dying, or already dead, or whatever, doesn’t mean you can kiss me Brian.”

“Aww, honey.  Come on.”

“Don’t get too used to it.”

Their attention was caught again by a muffled holler of pain.  Stefan has shoved  the little statuette of a man’s genitals that he kept on his fireplace into the man’s mouth as a gag.  Now he was having fun slicing through the man’s skin and rubbing the blood across on the flesh, almost making him look sunburned.

“That looks kinky, doesn’t it”, Brian asked.

“Yes, very much so.”

He giggled and grabbed the bag from Stefan.

“What should we play with?”

“What do you have?”

“Oh, all sorts of goodies.  I just picked out whatever looked fun.”

“Hmm, let me see”, Stefan smiled taking the bag from Brian.

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Brian looked down at himself and frowned. “I don’t want to get blood all over this dress. I was planning on wearing it the rest of the night. Grab the zipper, Steve. Make yourself useful.”  He stepped out of the sparkly gown and draped it over a chair in the corner. Now dressed in just his boots, garter and stockings, and a pair of frilly panties, Brian glided back across the room and straddled Rob’s waist.  He ran his hands over the gashes Stef had made, using his fingernails to try and pull the skin back.
“What did you plan to do with these?” Stefan asked, pulling out a package of shish kabob skewers from Brian’s toy bag.
“What a lovely idea!  Here, I’ll show you.” He dug a pair of pliers out and used them to grab Rob’s right nipple, pulling it up from the body. He jabbed two skewers in, piercing a cross into the pink flesh. Repeating the action on the other side, he grabbed an X in each hand and twisted them back and forth as Rob flopped in pain beneath him, mumbling incoherently behind the uncomfortable gag.
“Here gorgeous,” he smiled sweetly at Stef, tossing him the pliers. “You look bored.  Why don’t you peel back his fingernails. And Stevie,”
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Steve said and ran toward the bathroom. Brian and Stef looked at each other and shrugged.
“The living are so weak.” Brian moved down between Rob’s legs and grabbed his cock, trying to get it hard.  “I don’t think he likes me,” he pouted at the flaccid member.  Picking up another skewer, he shoved it down through the piss slit, pushing until it was imbedded deep in the muscle and making the still soft flesh stick straight up on the pole.  “There, that’s better,” he smiled, dumping the bag out and jabbing them up and down his shaft.
Stefan moved around to the other side of the bed, yanking off their victim’s thumbnail.  Rob convulsed as the contents of his stomach were pushed up into his throat and blocked by the big statue.  “Should I ungag him?”
“No, just let him choke to death.  We’ve wasted enough time on his sorry ass already.”

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Steve returned from the bathroom to see Stefan and the still half naked Brian curled up together on the couch.  “Is he…?”
“Dead as a doornail,” Brian smiled and snuggled more into Stefan’s chest. “Hey! Maybe we should have Steve give Rob some of his life force and bring him back so we can torture him some more!”
“I think I’ll pass.”  Steve plopped down in a chair, still looking pale and queasy.
“All right, enough of the Jeff Corwin marathon,” Brian announced, wrestling the remote from Stefan’s grasp.
“But Bri, he just fell in that river!  His shorts were so soaked and clingy I could see his dick.”
“I’ll let you see my dick if you ask nicely,” He cooed, flipping through the channels, stopping on a channel with live coverage of the festival they were supposed to be playing at.  “Damn that looks like fun,” he pouted.
They watched as PJ Harvey finished up her set, leaving with a moment of silence in respect of Brian’s death.  Stefan bowed his head respectfully, attaching his lips to Brian’s nipple.
“A truly sad day in musical history,” came the VJ’s voice. “Brian Molko of Placebo found murdered in his own home just a few nights ago. He will be deeply missed. Up next is Coldplay and just one more hour until Little Kim takes the stage.”
Brian threw the remote at the screen and got up.  “Are we just going to sit here and let her go on in our place?”
“Well there’s not much we can do about it,” Steve said. “You’re dead Brian.”
“Thank you, captain obvious,” he sneered.  “I don’t want to end my music career without a farewell concert. I deserve one. Hell, Bowie’s had like three and he’s STILL touring! I say we crash the concert and go on just like we were supposed to.”
“But Brian,” Stef said.  “I wanted to have sex again before I die and if we play a concert we’ll be mobbed afterward and not have time.”
Brian thought about that a moment, then his face broke into a wide smile. “You always said you had a fantasy about doing it onstage.”
“We can’t do that!”
“Why not?  What’s the worst that could happen? We could get arrested for indecent exposure but we’d be dead before they got us back to the station anyway.  Come on, live a little! This is your last chance.”
Brian went back in the bedroom to find his dress and wig. He didn’t care how bad he was mobbed after the show but he still needed a disguise to sneak in or else he’d never get near the stage.  While he was gone, Stef moved over to sit on the arm of Steve’s chair.  “Are you okay with this?  Me and Brian have been trying to make the most of tonight but I guess we never stopped to consider the fact that you’re still going to be around tomorrow.  And we’ve made one hell of a mess for you to clean up.”
Steve thought about that for a few moments, leaning back so he could look up into Stefan’s face.  “I guess I couldn’t expect you two to go out quietly,” he smiled.  “Fuck the mess, I’ll worry about it tomorrow.  If this is the last night the three of us are going to have together, we should make it memorable. Come on, we have a concert to play.”

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“Which one’s Rob’s”, Steve asked as they looked through the complex’s garage.

“I don’t know”, Stefan sighed, “Just try all the cars.  If the key fits, it’s the car.”

After figuring out how to get there, they had decided to take Rob’s car to the festival so no one would suspect anything.  They finally found it.  It was a cherry red Gran Prix.  Brian climbed into the front seat and giggled like a maniac.

“Move over”, Stefan commanded.

“You said I could drive.”

“You did”, Steve agreed.

“Fine, but don’t kill us, at least not yet.”

“I won’t”, he smiled brightly, “Okay, let’s see here.”

He stuck the key in the hole and turned it.  It made a loud  coughing sound.  Brian jumped in fright.

“What’s that?”

“The engine.”

“Is it supposed to do that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, umm, now what?”

“Hold down the break and shift it into drive.”

“How do I do that?”

Stefan rolled his eyes.  Five minutes later they finally pulled out of the parking lot, leaving a few dented cars behind them.

“This isn’t so hard”, Brian smirked, speeding down the road at a speed which was quite above the speed limit.

“Okay, so are you ready to drive on your own?”

“Yup.  Hey look, all those people are waving at me.”

Stefan rolled his eyes as he saw the pedestrians, who had jumped out of the way of the speeding maniac, shake their fists at him.

“Okay, just follow the map.  I’m gonna go in the back with Steve.”

“Why?”

“To talk, plan our entrance, and show him how to give a perfect blowjob for when we’re on stage.”

Stefan crawled into the back of the car, kicking Brian in the side of the head.

“Watch it!”

“Yeah, yeah.  Concentrate on your driving.”

“Stef, I don’t really wanna do this”, Steve whined from the back.

“Too bad.  You gotta learn.  Close your eyes and pretend you’re sucking on a popsickle.”

The sound of the zipper on Stefan’s pants followed.  

“Well, this seems unfair”, Brian stated, “Steve’s finally gonna join in some gay sex, and I’m stuck behind the wheel.”

“You’re the one who wanted to be up there.  Okay Hun, right there, try humming, it feels really good.”

There was a moment of silence.  Then Stefan made a little gasp.

“Like that?”

“Yes, just like that.  You must’ve been a sword swallower in your past life.”

“Okay, this is so fucking unfair!  Stef, get up here, I wanna get a blowjob.”

“Brian, we’ll be on stage soon enough, just be patient.  Okay, now stroke around the piss slit a little more with your tongue.”

Brian groaned aloud and turned the car around the curve.




“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Backstage, duh”, Steve replied to the guard at the entrance.

“Do you have a pass?”

“No, but...”

“What’s your name?”

“Steve Hewitt, and this is Stefan Olsdal, and our friend Lolita Fredshli.”

“Wait, you’re from the band who just lost a member, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Brian Molko, a dear friend he was.”

“I miss him so much”, Stefan broke out in a sob and buried his face in Steve’s shoulder.

“I haven’t been able to get him out of the house since.  I made him come here with me, I’m worried about him”, Steve explained hugging the lanky body to him, “The atmosphere will be good for him.”

“Just give me a knife so I may slit my wrist, I can’t live any longer”, Stefan wailed.

“Go ahead backstage”, the guard said anxiously, “You should be able to find your way to wherever you’re going.”

“Just to find some friends, come on Stefan, Honey.”

“Brian!  Come back, come back!  I can’t live in a world without you!”

Steve grabbed the blond and pulled him down the hallway.  Brian followed, trying his best not to snicker.

“What the hell was that”, Steve whispered.

“What?  I’m supposed to be a distressed friend in mourning.”

“You sound more like an ally cat sitting on a fence.”

Stefan shrugged.

“Hey, we made it, didn’t we?”

“Of course, you scared that poor guy outta his mind.”

“Hey, do you think Jeff Corwin could be here?”

“You two, quiet!”

“Geez Brian, for a dead guy you’re not very calm, cool, and collected.”

“No, look.”

He pointed ahead of them to where two guys and a girl were walking out of their dressing room.

“It’s the bastards who took our place”, Stefan cried.

“I know.  Okay, anyone thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I don’t like that look in his eyes”, Steve whispered.

“Oh, I do, we’re about to do something fun.”

“Help me rip this dress up”, Brian instructed dropping his gown, “I have an idea.”




Brian stood in front of a full length mirror, examining himself.  He ran his hands down his exposed stomach, wishing he could do something about the scars.  Well, the audience wouldn’t be able to see it from where they were anyway.  He adjusted the bright pink/purple wig on his head and nodded with satisfaction.  He could look like her from the back, as long as no one saw his skin, he was quite a bit paler.

“Ow!  Stef, watch it, that hurts!”

“I’ve never put dreds on someone before, calm down and I’ll stop pulling your hair out.”

Stefan pulled the black strands out of his ring and shook them off his hand onto the floor.  He turned back to braiding Steve’s long black hair.

“There, all done, how does it look?”

“I look like a white guy who’s trying to be black.”

“Well, you are a white guy trying to be black.  I just hope no one sees us before we go on, we don’t exactly look like them.”

“We’ll do for now.”

“Do you think we should check on our guests?”

Stefan walked into the corner and opened the closet where the three musicians were bound and gagged.  He gently tugged Kim’s gag down.

“Are you thirsty or anything?”

“You’re not going to get away with this.”

“We’re not trying to get away from anything dear”, Stefan replied pulling the gag back into place, “Two out of three of us will be dead by morning anyway.”

He shut the door and returned to the mirror to look himself over.  The clothes were a little short and a little big on him, but he think he could pull it off.  Brian adjusted the tissues he had shoved into his shirt.

“Guys, you’re on in five minutes”, a voice called from outside the door then footsteps followed.

“Okay, I’m ready, let’s do it”, he grinned, “I just hope they already have a guitar out there for me.”

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Brian poked his head out of the dressing room door, pulling strands of the wig over his eyes to cover his face.  “Okay,” he whispered.  “Coast is clear.”
Hand in hand in hand, the three of them made a dash for the stage before anyone spotted them.  They crept into the wing and waited with baited breath as the last of the equipment was set up.  “Could they have any worse taste in gear?” Stefan groaned.  “I should have found a spell to make some zombie roadies to sneak our stuff on.”
“Well it’s too late now.  We’ll just have to make do.” Brian pulled his pants down another inch until they were just barely hugging his hips.  “We agreed on the song list?  Good.  Alright, let’s give ‘em something to remember us by!”
The lights dimmed and the trio ran on-stage, grabbing the instruments and getting into place.  Brian whispered a countdown and they broke into the first lines of Pure Morning.  At first the audience booed, thinking Little Kim was about to desecrate one of their favorite songs as some sort of tribute.  But as the lights came up and a camera zoomed in on the singer, displaying him in gigantic proportions on the video walls next to the stage, a hush fell over the crowd.
They played out the song and the band took a few seconds to just stare at the audience.  It was so quiet you could hear crickets chirp.  Brian tore off his wig, flinging it off stage.  “That song was dedicated to a tasty Swede who gave this morning a nice kick start.”  He blew Stefan a kiss, repositioning the mic stand so it reached him better.  “Hmmm, looks like we have some explaining to do, huh?  No, it wasn’t some lame publicity stunt.  I really died.  Still am dead actually.  But a little dabbling in black magic and here I am, for one night and one night only, the incredible Brian Molko!”  He grinned and threw his arms up but still there was no applause, just a sea of gaping faces too stunned to respond.  He turned to the band and shrugged, “eh, they’re bound to lighten up eventually.”
They started up the rest of their set: Hemoglobin followed by Commercial for Levi.  By the time they hit Brick Shithouse the crowd was convinced it was the real Placebo and had started screaming like maniacs, begging for more.  Brian decided this’d be a good time to give them a treat for their years of loyal fandom and skipped over to Stef, locking him in a deep tongue kiss without either of them missing a note.  
Once the song ended they abandoned their instruments as Stefan shoved the singer up against the drum kit.  Brian wrapped his legs around the blonde’s waist and lay back, giving Steve’s crotch and upside down tongue job.  Spotting the act of indecency, the cameramen quickly stopped filming, causing a riot from the fans who had been leering at it on the giant screens.  One wiry boy, probably no more than 15, managed to wrestle a camera away and hopped on-stage, quickly figuring out how to zoom in for a close up.
Brian whispered to Stef and he quickly ran after a microphone while the prima dona perched himself on the front of the drum cage.  “Since our fans have been oh so kind to us over the years,” Brian coed into the mic. “We’re going to let you decide how this gets started.  Everyone who wants to see me and Stef get all nasty center stage while Steve stands in the background and scopes for chicks, clap your hands.”  There was a big round of applause.  “But…. If you’d rather see Stevie give me a blowjob while Stef fucks me up the ass…” he wasn’t even able to finish before the sounds of cheers and screaming became loud enough to drown out the speakers.
With a coy smile, Brian led his husbands downstage.  “It’s about time we consummated this marriage, don’t you think?”  Stefan and Brian were out of their clothing in seconds but Steve was just standing there.  “Come on, strip.”
“I don’t have to be naked to give head.”
Brian rolled his eyes.  “But the fans WANT to see you naked.  Come on Bean, do it for them.”
“Oh, all right.”
They took their positions: Steve kneeling, Brian grabbing a microphone stand for balance, and Stefan leaning behind him.  The boy with the camera was hovering shyly in the corner but Stefan waved him over.  “You’ve got to get the good shots if you want to make it to the evening news.”
There was silence at first.  Brian bit his lip at the dry fucking as Steve tried to remember his crash course in oral sex and hoped no one noticed how hard his dick was becoming from doing it.  As they settled into the motions, Brian’s moans and heavy breathing were being carried across the crowd by the microphone he was leaning on.  With a wicked little grin he broke into an acappella version of Bionic.

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When they heard the sirens and a swarm of police started to fill the area, they decided it was about time to get out of there.  The crowd has been keeping the other guards away from the stage, but when weapons were involved it was too dangerous, they didn’t want their fans to get hurt.  They ran off the stage, still butt naked, and made their way through the crowd.

“Hey, not so fresh”, Steve hollered as they pushed through.

They had almost made it through the crowd when Brian felt someone grab the piece of string on his belly that kept him intact.  It was yanked out a little before the string snapped.  Embalming fluid began to ooze out of the wound.

“Brian, you’d bleeding!”

“That’s impossible!  I don’t have any blood!”

He reached down, touching the smooth flesh on his stomach.  Indeed, something was secreting from his wound.  He covered it with his hand and kept pushing through the crowd.  They finally came to an old beat up car.  It looked 30 years old and was hardly anything but a beat up piece of metal.  Stefan jumped into the front seat.

“Stef, let me drive.”

“Steve, you know you don’t know how to drive a stick shift.  You know who‘s the expert on long hard shafts here.”

“Steve, help me”, Brian called from the back, “I feel like a stuffed animal losing it’s stuffing.”

“What’d they do to you”, Steve asked in shock.

“Get me something to tie around it”, Brian demanded looking out the window anxiously.  The sky was turning a pinkish/purple as the sun started to set.  He knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

“Stefan, hurry up”, Steve commanded, “It’s almost time.  We gotta get home.”

He pressed harder on the gas.  They were whipping past all the other cars on the highway.

“Sorry”, Stefan screamed out the window, as angry drivers beeped at them.

He turned onto a back road, the other cars had seemed a bit angry with him.  Nobody was on this road, it might as well been abandoned.  The road on for a few minutes in silence.

“Stef, do you have any idea where you’re going”, Brian asked sitting up.  Steve had burned through the seatbelt with his lighter and tied it around Brian’s midsection.  It was holding for now.

“Of course I know where I’m going, I’m going t my house.  I do know where I live you know.”

Brian watched as they passed a cow.  It was a Guernsey heifer, just standing their staring at them, chewing.

“Are you sure?  I have a feeling we’re gonna run into Jethro and Elly May any moment now, and I swear I recognize that cow.”

“I know where the fuck I’m-”

He stopped off in mid-sentence and just fell face first into the steering wheel.  The sound of the horn filled the car.  

“Holy shit”, Steve screamed as the car rolled right through the electric fence and started to roll down the steep hill.  

As the sound of crunching metal was heard, it didn’t take too long to realize Brian and Stefan were already dead.  He felt his head hit the seat and everything went red before he blacked out.  The car was still when he awoke.  Brian’s body was thrown over the seat, half on top of Stefan’s.  They seemed to be embracing, though they were dead before they had even started to roll, they hadn’t had time to be scared.

“I feel like Juliet without a knife”, he whispered, crawling into the front seat.  He tugged Brian down gently so Stefan seemed to be holding him in his arms.  Their eyes were open, they didn’t even have a look of fright on them.  It had been so quick.  He put his arms around both of them, hugging them.  He buried his face in Brian’s soft hair, tears already running down his cheeks.

“First you, now Stefan, why did you both have to leave me?  One day isn’t worth enough for eternal loneliness.  How am I gonna live without you two?”

“THERE IT IS!”

“ARE THERE ANY SURVIVORS?!”

Steve looked around quickly.  He had to hurry, after this he’d be too busy being questioned by the FBI or something.  He grabbed the metal part over the window and started yanking.  It was already loose from the accident and gave right away.  He looked at the sharp point, gleaming metal.  He took a deep sigh, and raised it over his head.




“No, they’re all dead.”

“How do you supposed that one got it through his heart like that?”

“No idea, car accidents are strange sometimes.  Charlie, go get the stretcher, these guys are done.”

The young assistant ran off as directed.

“Hey fella”, he soothed touching Steve’s forehead, “I know this wasn’t part of the accident.  You should’ve taken a little time, the pain would’ve faded.  But don’t tell Charlie, ya hear, he doesn’t want to know what happened.”

The End

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