Give in To Me.

By: x - - unwrittenMELODY


New story, again.

With all my supportive fans, I have to write more DarrenxSteve for you.

So, this is sort of an AU. Maybe. You'll see.

Darren's POV.

Okay, so, it's M for later chapters. For rape/bondage, kidnapping and lots of cursing.

Inspired by a story by my friend Lise, and some plotting with her.

Okay, let me stop rambling.

Enjoy;

Disclaimer: I don't anything but the story. I never have, never will.

Happy reading!


This shouldn't of happened, it wasn't supposed to. Why did you have to leave me like this, Steve? As I stood in the line to see him in his casket, I was trembling. I had cried so hard for so many nights, had nightmares and dreams. I didn't want to see this. I didn't want to see his lifeless body in the casket, dressed up in a suit. Steve hated suits! Which made this even more surreal. I had tried so hard to press his death from my mind, but now as I was at wake, it dawned on me.

Steve was really gone.

"Darren, honey. Come on..." I heard my mother say softly in my ear and I realized I was just standing there, staring blankly ahead.

As I walked forward, I stood there for what seemed like age's, looking down into the casket to my best friend's body. He looked so peaceful, a small smile on his lips and his hands resting together on his lap. This isn't real, I'm having another nightmare. I had to be. He couldn't be gone. He wasn't dead...

"Why did you have to leave me?" I whispered, trembling and gripped the side of the casket, biting my lips and fighting back tears.

I took out the bat ring that he had given me back when we were kids and lifted his hand and slipped it onto his finger. I paused, staring at his hands.

I could of sworn that they moved.

I kept my hands there, but I felt a slight twitch of his fingers and trembled violently. No, it was me moving, it had to be. There was no way that his fingers had... I practically screamed when his index finger curled around mine and backed away from the casket, staring in disbelief.

"Darren! Darren, sweetie what's wrong?" my mom ran up to me, rubbing my back, trying to be comforting.

I couldn't speak, only stared wide eyed and pointed to the casket and my yell errupted a fit of hysterics from the people in the crowd. I ran over to his body and noticed everything was the way it was before, his hands were neatly placed together and that smile was still on his face.

"I think you need to go sweetie. You need some rest," my mother said gently, steering me away from his casket I closed my eyes.

This wasn't real. This wasn't happening.

Steve wasn't dead.


/ Prologue end here.

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