Ashley Goldsmith The best one night stand ever. 
 
 
   
 
	She stood in the corner, wiping off all the corner tables. She worked at a little nightclub, called Evigt Mörker, which means 'Eternal Darkness' in Swedish.She took the rag that she was using to clean the tables and dipped it into a small basin filled with soapy water. 
	The club only got metal bands due to it's name, but that was okay with her. Tonight Bathory, Dimmu Borgir, and Cradle of Filth were the bands that were playing. 
	She wiped her hands on the waist apron that she was supposed to wear. It held the club's symbol on it. Her long dark hair fell into her face, and getting tired of messing with it, she pulled the hairband off of her wrist and pulled her hair up. Ironically tonight she was wearing a Bathory band shirt and a dark wash denim pair of jeans. 
	She put the cloth in the basin and took it to the back of the bar, where Tara Manningwas working. She was just a tourist, but she was working part-time,to raise a little bit of money.  
	"Hey Luna." Tara said quietly, washing out a beer mug. She wasn't a big talker, like Luna. Neither of them were big with being around people. 
	"Hey Tara." She murmurred back softly. A few customers came up to Tara; she gave them the drinks they ordered and Luna went near the stage, where Dimmu Borgir was getting ready for their set. It was going to be Dimmu Borgir, Cradle of Filth, and then Bathory. 
	Luna sat down in the seat closest to the stage. It was nearly empty, but in a minute it would be bursting out the doors with people. The club was located in Sweden, it was near a slightly desolate cemetary, where all the goth's liked tohang out. 
	Dimmu Borgir started their set. They began with 'The Ritualist.' 
Shedding the old skin  
Procreating new sin  
Incubation and isolation  
A new storm is brewing 
Ritualist!  
Shedding the old skin  
Ritualist!  
Procreating new sin  
Ritualist!  
Incubation and isolation  
Ritualist!  
A new storm is brewing 
Away with obstacles to progress  
Those deficient in ambition to prosperity  
Yearning but what already is gone  
The remains digress  
And start anew 
Ritualist!  
Aligned with the continuum  
Ritualist!  
Expanding the source at hand 
Aligned with the continuum  
Expanding the source at hand  
Altering the past and the present  
The future changes the chain of command 
Transfusion of new blood  
Congregation of the true blood  
With no chains attached  
We're letting the past rest  
And things will never quite be the same 
Transfusion of new blood  
Mobilization of true blood  
What' s leaving is already left behind  
What's leaving is already left behind 
With no chains attached  
We're letting the past rest  
Things will never quite be the same  
When we are in charge of the game 
Dispatching the chained ones  
While being watched by the eyes of time  
Everything is clearer now  
The search is on for the next horizon 
Ritualist!  
Moving forward with silence and rapid pace  
Ritualist!  
Since the horror dawned upon our immediate race  
Ritualist!  
The veil has once again been extracted  
Ritualist!  
From the mist that dimmed our eyes 
	Each of the bands would be playing two songs. The Ritualist finished and For all Time started. 
Every tear is frozen 
Our soul is linked 
Our hate is bloody 
All happiness is gone away 
All laughter is gone away 
All life shall end in death 
In a cold and deserted landscape 
Shall the black horde step from 
Our lord shall rise 
Up for all time, rise his kingdom again 
Our struggle shall be rewarded 
Our names shall be written 
Our minds shall pull the bough 
All morality shall be cast away 
You want but you die of shame 
Now is the time come 
Yes break the word of the good 
Let us for all time become rulers on this earth 
	Dimmu Borgir's set finished and the group went to the backstage area. Luna sat back in her seat and closed her eyes, waiting for Bathory to come on and play their set. Cradle of Filth played their set next. Luna wasn't really listening, although she did like the band. She was thinking about meeting Quorthon. 
	As Luna predicted, the club was becoming extremely crowded. Bodies were trapped against bodies, moving and thrusting about. The Cradle of Filth set ended and the Bathory set came on. Their set went something like this: 
Massacre 
Down the vast hills in morning mist cold 
Into the peaceful deep valley below. 
Twothousand stallions foaming with hate 
Carrying their masters towards their fate 
Into the battle they ride 
Twothousand men too young to die. 
Massacre...... 
Coming from each side prepared for attack 
Covered in dustclouds now there is no turning back 
Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries 
Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise 
Under a bloodred sky 
None will live to face the night 
Massacre...... 
Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace 
While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze 
Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part 
To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts 
The battle is lost still someone always wins 
And now they descend on death's black wings 
Massacre...... 
(Massacre......) 
 Woman Of Dark Desires 
All dressed in gold and purple the beauty awaits the night 
Knowing what will satisfy 
Aware of Her delight 
The thought of young fresh blood makes the hours go so slow 
But the yearn for eternal life and beauty makes her hazelbrown eyes glow 
Woman of Dark Desires 
Woman of Eternal Beauty 
Woman of Dark Desires 
Elizabeth Bathory...... 
Now the hour is comed, the time is right for the feast to take its roll 
And by the sunrise 60 bodies will be found raped from their blood and souls 
The beauty patiently selects the victims for the night 
Innocent blood will give eternal beauty eternal life 
Woman of Dark Desires 
Woman of Eternal Beauty 
Woman of Dark Desires 
Elizabeth Bathory...... 
Now the life you have lived have comed to light and unfold is your perversity. 
Now the end is near still death is real 
No more beauty or life for eternity 
Cold walls entombs your secrets but there's nothing you regret 
Embrace death with a smile as the highlands face sunset 
Woman of Dark Desires 
Woman of Eternal Beauty 
Woman of Dark Desires 
Elizabeth Bathory...... 
[Repeat chorus] 
[Dedicated to the memory of Elizabeth Bathory 1560-1640] 
	As their set finished, Luna went up to the band, she wanted to meet Quorthon. They might've only played two songs, but because of the body heat and how small and cramped the club was, he was incredibly sweaty. 
	Quorthon eyed Luna, and nodded at her to follow him. He lead her backstage, where he stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt and threw it onto a bag next to a guitar case. 
	"What's your name, gorgeous?" He asked Luna. He glanced at her again and smiled. Luna blushed and looked down.  
	"Luna Scharlakansröd." she said, taking a seat on the small coach, as he changed his clothes. 
	"That's a beautiful name. Well Luna, how old are you?" He pulled a black shirt over his head. 
	"Old enough." She replied cockily back to him. He raised an eyebrow at her, his lips on the verge of a smirk. She stood up and he offered her his hand;she took it. They went out to the bar, where despite her being 18, he bought her a drink. 
	"So Luna, what kind of music do you listen to?" They were now sitting at one of the corner tables that Luna recently cleaned.  
	Luna smiled  at the so obvious answer. "Death metal, well and pretty much every other metal." 
	His beautiful clear eyes met with her dark ones and she felt a click, like they had connected or something. 
	"So Mr. Quorthon, how old are you?" He laughed and took a swig of beer. 
	"Old enough." he mocked her answer. 
	He stood and stretched his long, lean body and extended his hand to Luna. 
	"Would you like to accompany me to the hotel?" His hand remained outstretched to her, inviting her along. 
	"Deffinitely." she said excitedly. 
	He took her out to the tour bus, where they eventually wound up at a hotel. 
The Hotel 
He took her hand in his and together they signed into the hotel. They were in room 409. As soon as they got in the room, he ravaged her. He pressed her to the shut door and took her lips into his own. She moaned into the kiss. 
He suckled her bottom lip, likeing the taste of her on him. He had one hand on her waist, the other was wondering up her shirt. She had her hands on his neck and at the belt loops. She kissed up his neck and to his ear, where she somehow managed to whisper, whilst being slightly pleased, "Quorthon, make me your's tonight." 
He smiled and began stripping her of her clothing. First was her shirt. He whipped it of off her before she had the chance to moan. Her hands roamed back to his belt loops and unbuttoned them. She stuck her hands into his underwear and began stroking his semi-hard member.  
He unbuttoned her jeans and stuck his hand inside her panties and felt her warm wetness. She was soaking her panties with anticpation for him.He pulled his hand out and licked them clean. She stroked his cock harder. 
He moaned and pulled her pants down all the way. She stepped out of them and kicked them away. He unclipped her bra and looked at her in her gloried nakedness.He thought she looked beautiful naked. He pulled his pants down and his hard member came flying out. She looked down at it and licked her lips. He groaned again and picked her up by the thighs and pushed his hard cock inbetween her thighs, at her heat. 
He looked into her eyes, making sure. She nodded her approval and  he pushed himself into her. Luna moaned and slowly bucked her hips into his, wanting all of him in her. Her granted her wish by pushing his full hardness into her throbbing vagina. She took her fingernails and scratched the length of his back, scratching so deep it they started bleeding., 
He moaned and thrusted into her faster and harder. She responded by taking the folds of skin on his neck into her mouth and biting and suckling on it. He thrusted faster and faster, banging her body hard against the wall, almost coming in her. She cried out with ectasy and pleasure and seconds later so did he. They stayed interlocked in that position for a minute or so before gaining their breathe back. Quorthon pulled out of Luna and carefully set her down. She slumped to the floor, energy draining from her from that powerful orgasm. 
He coaxed her into bed and she lay in his arms until she woke in the morning with nothing but a note that said "Hope we can meet again, Luna. ~ Quorthon" 
 
 
 Publication Date: January 1st 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-magicalpixieunicorns