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Turn to Stone (Children of Bodom fic)
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Children of Bodom
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,917
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Children of Bodom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Turn to Stone (Children of Bodom fic)
Turn to Stone
Written by Libpunkchick
NC-17
Alexi/ Janne/ OFC
I do not own Children of Bodom, and all events depicted herein are completely fictional and never happened.
Alexi woke up early the second morning of their vacation. Children of Bodom had just finished up a year-long tour, and they decided it was time for a vacation. They'd just gotten the tour bus the day before, and they had spent the night in a Holiday Inn in suburban Virginia.
He got out of bed and looked down, noticing he had the same clothes on as last night. Oh well, I've done this before, he shrugged, going to the bathroom.
After he finished, Alexi realized he left his clean clothes in the bus.
"Shit. Oh well, at least I got a key, and the driver's inside", he muttered, quickly putting on the clothes from the night before.
Alexi walked out into the early morning warmth. The sun had just risen, the horizon dark, but tinged orange with the dawn's rays. Nearby, birds started singing, their lovely song the only sound in the air.
He smiled as he let himself into the bus. The driver had left a note on the chair. Alexi tossed it back on the chair and went into the bunk area.
It was dark in the bunkroom, the shades drawn around the windows. He dodged the clothes and magazines strewn on the floor, reaching inside his bunk.
He pulled back the curtains and found his bag. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a faint sound.
Is there someone else on the bus? Everyone went to the hotel last night, he thought, frowning.
Alexi followed the sound to the last bunk on the left. The sound was slow and even, the sound of someone in a deep sleep.
Part of him wanted to wait for the driver, but his curiousity got the better of him. He pulled back the curtains and got a big surprise.
Lying down on the bed was a girl. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, with long wavy bluish-black hair, contrasting with her very fair skin. She wore a simple blue dress, headphones perched on her head at an angle.
Alexi became thoughtful. What the hell was she doing here? Didn't the driver notice? Did he get laid? He immediately disregarded the last idea. She was fully clothed, wearing headphones. She's probably homeless or a runaway, he mused.
He closed the curtains and sat down on the couch. I should call the cops, if only to find her identity. An idea suddenly came to him. She was a lovely, innocent-looking girl. Alexi remembered reading something on the web, some pornographic story. A guy found a girl who'd broken into his house. He agreed not to press charges, if she became his sex slave. The girl was reluctant at first, but turned out to be a nympho.
Damn, I'm too sober. When she wakes up, I'll make her a deal. Or maybe she can come along, purely for humanitarian reasons, he chuckled lewdly.
Written by Libpunkchick
NC-17
Alexi/ Janne/ OFC
I do not own Children of Bodom, and all events depicted herein are completely fictional and never happened.
Alexi woke up early the second morning of their vacation. Children of Bodom had just finished up a year-long tour, and they decided it was time for a vacation. They'd just gotten the tour bus the day before, and they had spent the night in a Holiday Inn in suburban Virginia.
He got out of bed and looked down, noticing he had the same clothes on as last night. Oh well, I've done this before, he shrugged, going to the bathroom.
After he finished, Alexi realized he left his clean clothes in the bus.
"Shit. Oh well, at least I got a key, and the driver's inside", he muttered, quickly putting on the clothes from the night before.
Alexi walked out into the early morning warmth. The sun had just risen, the horizon dark, but tinged orange with the dawn's rays. Nearby, birds started singing, their lovely song the only sound in the air.
He smiled as he let himself into the bus. The driver had left a note on the chair. Alexi tossed it back on the chair and went into the bunk area.
It was dark in the bunkroom, the shades drawn around the windows. He dodged the clothes and magazines strewn on the floor, reaching inside his bunk.
He pulled back the curtains and found his bag. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a faint sound.
Is there someone else on the bus? Everyone went to the hotel last night, he thought, frowning.
Alexi followed the sound to the last bunk on the left. The sound was slow and even, the sound of someone in a deep sleep.
Part of him wanted to wait for the driver, but his curiousity got the better of him. He pulled back the curtains and got a big surprise.
Lying down on the bed was a girl. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, with long wavy bluish-black hair, contrasting with her very fair skin. She wore a simple blue dress, headphones perched on her head at an angle.
Alexi became thoughtful. What the hell was she doing here? Didn't the driver notice? Did he get laid? He immediately disregarded the last idea. She was fully clothed, wearing headphones. She's probably homeless or a runaway, he mused.
He closed the curtains and sat down on the couch. I should call the cops, if only to find her identity. An idea suddenly came to him. She was a lovely, innocent-looking girl. Alexi remembered reading something on the web, some pornographic story. A guy found a girl who'd broken into his house. He agreed not to press charges, if she became his sex slave. The girl was reluctant at first, but turned out to be a nympho.
Damn, I'm too sober. When she wakes up, I'll make her a deal. Or maybe she can come along, purely for humanitarian reasons, he chuckled lewdly.