1976
"Well, Mr. Stevens, I think we have a murder on our hands." The detective, Mr. Andres, said, getting put from his kneel.

A girl, 23 years of age, laying on the ground. Her violet eyes open and her face greying from the lack of blood flow. There was no point of entry from a bullet nor any damage to the skull that could cause blood forced trauma. Her hair was still perfect and her clothes were neat. A Rolling Stones logo on the breasts of her cropped shirt and her slightly faded bell bottoms were untouched.

"I think she was dressed after she was killed. There's no blood on the clothes."

Meanwhile, at the police station, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, Roger Daltrey, John Entwistle of the Who, Tony Iommi, and the rythym section for Led Zeppelin sat in the waiting chairs, waiting to be interigated for this crime of a groupie. Keith Emerson, Greg Lake and Carl Palmer already left.

"Excuse me, Mr. Baldwin, please, come with me." The cop in front of them said in an American accent. John Paul Jones was so used to his stagename, he almost forgot his real one.

The room was beige. Nothing odd looking to it, but the only furniture was desk and one chair on each side.

"Sit," the police detective said, coldly. John did what he was told, and sat in the chair opposite. "So, what were you doing with the victim on the night before the murder?"

"She came to my house. We had a drink of wine or two, talked and had intercourse."

Puzzled, the detective looked. He didn't expect that straight of an answer and John looked innocent.

"Yes, but did you talk to her the morning after, when the crime took place?"

John shifted in his chair, awkwardly. "Uh...no. She slept with me that night, when me wife was out and she left in the morning, 'round four without a sound."

"That's enough information, Mr. Baldwin. Thank you for your time."

The detective groaned in the chair. Four suspects innocent. Only six more here to go.

Mr. Bonham. Innocent. Mr. Daltrey. Innocent. Mr. Entwistle, quite pure. Mr. Iommi, innocent...

"Mr. Richards," the detective smiled coldly. "On the morning on the murder, where were you?"

Keith, sitting half on the chair, lighting a cigarette, a smug smirk on his face. "I wasn't with her. I told you."

"But you did have connections with the victim, correct?"

The guitarist nodded. "Yes, sir. She called me a fortnight before asking me how the tour was going and when we could have sex next?" He chuckled, at himself. It was true. He wasn't messing around. He's been here before plenty of times. Keef knew how coppers worked.

Keith Richards was off the list, and Charlie Watts didn't do it. The other half of Led Zeppelin was called in, and they were clean. The cops had no idea who did it.

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The old working song, In My Time of Dying played in the background. Giggling and moaning filled the room. "John!" Seraphina half yelped, half giggled as the bassist tickled her chest with his breath and people watched around them, poison in hand. Jimmy's was Jack Daniel's and there was plenty were that came from.

She threw her head back, for show. John's head came up again and they began to grind hips together, looking into each other's eyes, hungrily.

"Fuck," he groaned, in her ear. "You're so beautiful, Sera."

x

Roger Daltrey couldn't help but to cry when John, his bassist, dropped him off. He took off his jacket and when straight into the bedroom and cried. He couldn't believe his friend was dead. She was always a person he could talk to. They were childhood friends and 23 years is not long enough to live. She wanted kids, to start a family after she stopped getting all horny all the time. Tears stained his cheeks. He remember the first time she saw his stomach scar. He was all self-conscence about it, but when she ran her thumb across it and told him it was the most sexiest thing in the world to her, he swooned hard.

In the first time in forever, Tony Iommi knelt and made the sign of the Cross. Sera was dead and she meant a lot to him and Black Sabbath. "Please, promise me you'll be okay, up there, Sera." He made the sign again and felt a little better, but the sense of dread filled his soul up to the brim. Now, I was time to tell the band, and he couldn't do it with some help. He kissed his Cross necklace and went into the practice room to break the news.

Robert choke on his tears. "Sera isn't dead. Sera, isn't. She can't be, Jim." Jimmy Page's cold and worn hand rubbed his back softly, in circles, sighing to himself. Bonzo tipped a bottle of vodka down his throat, drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

"Mr. DiAngelos, excuse me sir." The young blond chap, an intern for the forensics department as the police station called up, a month later. "You might want to see this, sir."

The detective came into the morgue and looked at the body, and didn't see anything unusual. "I think she died from a broken heart."

The detective shook his head. "No, no, that's such nonsense." And yet he found himself calling up the past suspects, who were all clean.

"Who was she engaged with?"

They all said, "Kim Jonathons." A female from Newcastle. Just like her, a 23 year old, out-going and free.

"They were engaged to get married this Decemeber," Roger Daltrey choke up. "They had a very open relationship. When Kim died a month ago, Sera couldn't and wouldn't believe it. She was very stubborn about the ones she loved."

"Sera always hated funreals." Roger chuckled, around the campfire, with a guitar in his lap.

Carl Palmer, who looked sleepless, half-smiled at the singer's words. "Promise to be good up there," he said the stars.

"I hope you never get bored." Jimmy Page said, looking up. They all exchange words to the stars about her, singing and playing her favourite songs.

"I'll miss you, guys." Tony heard a voice muttering in the back of his head. He was haunted ever since he was a child. Two people died in his arms and he still wasn't used to it, But he could get used to taking to ghosts now. He smiled to himself and watched the embers glow like her heart, bright and warm.

1085 words. Lol. Anywho, I came up with this little story in a matter of two days. I hope you liked it. Anywho, peace and love and lots of hugs. 💚Happy Geez💜