Angels From Helvete ?

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The foggy clouds were starting to roll into the lit sky as Vinnie leaned by the porch; waiting for the band to get their shit packed. She notices a fresh pack of cigs sitting alone against the wood frame.

"Need a light?" Euronymous asks, appearing next to her.

"Much appreciated." She cheers lightly, sliding a cig between her lips as he lit the flame and they both inhaled the rotten smoke while looking out into the deep forest. Euronymous puts the lighter in her pocket in fear of losing it during the show.

Hellhammer and Necro shut the trunk of the van and clap the dust off their hands.

"Ready?" Dead comments, as he stands on the other side of Vinnie. Her now being sandwiched by the two men.

Euronymous nods, "Let's head out!"

...

The sun had now fallen below the Earth. The crowd in the night club had increased. Mayhem was now doing sound checks as the audience waited. Vinnie stood with a drink in hand near the side of the stage where she personally got the best view away from the chaos. She notices Dead set aside a knife by Hellhammer's drums next to an empty beer bottle. An awful void fills her stomach as she examines his face when he does so. His lips were dried meaning he's dehydrated. His hair had not been washed in what looked like weeks, and no one had seemed to care. Was that the point? To not care? Was it to thrive on attention for the growth of the band? Like some mainstream?

Was that all that Dead was to them? A toy they cut and play with until it slowly loses its spark?

That's when she blinked, and they had now started playing their opening song. The lights go dark blue with hints of red and purple. The crowd begins to scream. Dead takes a deep breath into the microphone as he completely changes his soft voice into a menacing growl.

As they were finishing up the song, Vinnie feels a hard shove push against her back. Causing her drink to spill all over the side of the set, and herself.

"Hey what the fuck do you think you're doing?" She yells with sticky alcohol on her outfit.

"Go to the back if you don't want drinks spilled. You're at a metal show, doll."

She focuses her vision on the deep voice, and..
the unfamiliar face? The guy had long hair but it was colored a dark red. He's wearing a tight black tank with seeping abs peering through the shirt. He was tall and muscular, but not too muscular.

It wasn't Varg. The word "doll" just caught her off guard. Fucking embarrassing.

"I'm standing away from the mosh pit. Think you can mingle your way back over there instead of tumbling over to where it's a bit more peaceful?" She bellows and turns her head back to the band.

"Ha, you're funny. I like you." The guy smirks pulling a cig up to his lips, "Got a light?"

Her head shifts back towards him with high eyebrows. Confused on why the douchebag hasn't made his way back into the large crowd yet.

"Have at it." She replies blandly handing him Euronymous's lighter. She places it straight in the palm of his hand.

He looks up into her emerald eyes, "Not even going to light it for me?"

"You have hands."

He chuckles with a mumble, because of the cig, "Goodness, so uptight this one."

He lights it and takes a few puffs before handing it back to her. She tries to give the message that she wants to be left alone as she keeps her focus on the band, but the guy just wouldn't get the hint.