"Shadow Passion" Chapter 16
Title: Shadow Passion
Author: 616hasgotaname and irena_aneri
Fandom: Music/VAM
Summery: Companion piece to “Kiss”. AU. Two people brought together by an undying love that defies the ages. One, a vampire with a bizarre need for camaraderie, the other a human ostracized from an unforgiving mortal world. Separately, they are powerless and lonely. Together they are unstoppable.
Disclaimer: I DO OWN VILLE AND BAM! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! *cough* Yeah, they own themselves. This never happened (der), so don’t sue.
Rating: R to NC-17
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Previous Chapters
Chapter Sixteen
He sat there for what felt like hours, clutching the seemingly lifeless vampire's body to his own. The sun rose steadily over the horizon, peeking up inch by tantalizing inch and threatening to steal away their precious shadows. He managed to scoot back until he was pressed against the hard wall of the convience store, his back scraping against the rough bricks but his mind paying no attention to that. All of his thoughts were focused on one thing: Ville.
A tortured cry tore itself from Bam's lungs, howled to the sky in an anamilistic cry for help. A cry for something he was sure wasn't going to come.
His eyes traveled back to Ville's face, a face that seemed almost serene as it slept. But Bam knew otherwise, he knew the imense pain that the vampire was going through even in slumber. He begged whatever God would listen for Ville to just open his eyes, to show any form of life at all. But he just sat there, unmoving as the minutes ticked by at an agonizingly slow pace.
Bam could have sworn that the vampire had tilted his head slightly to the left, but alas it was just the wind blowing his hair to one side. The subtle movement was enough to drive him over the edge. Pain, unlike any he had experienced before, began to build deep within him. It was the fear that had wrapped its icey fingers around his heart that made him panic, made him realize that this was truely the end. It was over. This mysterious man that brought unknown feelings to him was dying in his arms, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
The painful resemblance to the dream that had overtaken his mind not hours earlier struck at Bam. He looked down upon Ville's pale features, a single tear slipping from his aqua-eqsue eyes, and took his slender hand into his own. He didn't know what his future with the beautiful creature would have been like...but as the minutes ticked by, he realised that he would have given anything to find out.
A loud sob ripped it's way from his lungs, and he leaned shakily over the vampire's crumpled form, chocolate brown curls mixing with darker waves.
"I'd give anything, too, Ville...if only you'd come back to me." Bam whispered, surprised at the words that came from his lips. His heart ached. He never understood what people had meant in movies or songs when he'd heard those words, but now he did. "...but things like that don't happen, do they?" Bam sniffled, a dry attempt at lightening the situation. And then it hit him; he was talking to himself. Ville was gone. He squeezed his hand gently, lifting the dead weight to his lips, kissing cold fingertips. He resigned himself to the knowledge that this would be his last chance to say anything.
"Goodbye, Ville...I..." Bam paused, unsure of what to say. Would it even matter? It mattered to Bam. "I...l-lo-" Bam was cut off by the screeching of tires and the smell of burning rubber.
Looking up, he saw a very panicked looking Linde running top-speed at him, the sparkling curves of a sleek foreign car visible behind him. Tears ran freely down Bam's face as he watched Linde get nearer and nearer, horror on the blonde's expression as he saw the scene displayed before his eyes.
"Li-Linde I'm so s-sorry...he's g-go-" Bam blubbered, losing all composure, but Linde cut him off.
"Don't you dare say that." Raw emotion spread out over Linde's features as he glanced over Ville's unmoving body.
"B-but he-" Bam stammered, not understanding why Linde wouldn't accept that the vampire was dead. He had killed him, in a sense. Bam let out a moan.
Linde looked down at Bam, the pale flesh of his eyelids swollen, his clear eyes naked and wet and terrified. And suddenly he knew; he knew the situation was far out of his control.
"A little more faith from you, that is no mortal hand you hold." Linde's words were harsh. He made to scoop Ville's body from the ground, but froze, when he saw the vampire's hand snake his fingers through Bam's.
Bam looked down, shocked. "W-what?" He stuttered, everything that had happened becoming too much as hysterics overcame him.
Sparing no sympathy, Linde spoke. "Let's go."
Wasting no time, Linde bent over and wrapped a surprisingly muscular arm around Ville's limp shoulders, hefting the vampire off the ground and motioning for the skater to lend him a hand. They stumbled toward the expensive looking car, trying desperately to keep the vampire out of the sun and to move as quickly as possible. It seemed to Bam as if here were running a race; a race against time or himself, he wasn't sure. Linde's grip slacked for a second as he threw open the back door to the luxury vehicle, crawling over the seats in order to pull the motionless vampire inside.
Bam stood there stunned as Linde grapsed onto Ville's limp shoulders, tugging roughly as he pulled the vampire from his grasp. His vision faded in and out as he watched as Ville was dumped uncerimoniously in the back seat, his head lollying to one side in what could on be percieved as a painful angle. He wanted to climb back there with him and hold the vampire's hand securely in his own, but for some reason his feet betrayed him. They remained rooted to the concrete earth, refusing to move.
"What the hell are you standing there for? Get in the goddamned car!" Linde's voice broke through the muffled noise that was rushing through Bam's head, sharp blue eyes so much like his own shooting him the death-glare from the other side of the car.
Bam's body moved mechanically as he opened the passenger door, sliding inside the car without thinking of doing so and fastening the seatbelt in the same fashion. His mind was devoid of any thought as he stared out the window, a slight steam forming on the glass as a product of the stress that was radiating from his flesh. He caught a glimpse of Ville's closed eyes in the rearview mirror, but the sight was too much for him to bear. Focusing his gaze elsewhere, he counted down the minutes as Linde peeled out of the parking lot, flooring it all the way back to the loft. Bam's mind was numb. The city flashed by the windows in a blur as Linde continued to speed on.
He was stuck. Not thinking, not feeling; just an enormous sense of dreaded emptiness he didn't even know was possible for a human to register. He was gone. And it was all his fault...if only he'd not left.
The nothing receded into a burning, gnawing guilt. He could no longer look upon Ville's face, instead searching the car for some other distraction. Coming upon Linde, he studied the blonde's face with glazed eyes. His jaw was set, a vein pumping in his long neck. The blonde dreds were tucked into a messy bun and his brow was furrowed. Bam felt the sense of guilt burn even more as he noticed the tears coming from Linde's striking eyes.
He wanted to say something, to try to attone for the crime he'd commited against Ville, against Linde...had Linde loved him? The blonde's lips were set in a thin, firm line. Bam opened his mouth to say something, but shut it as Linde's eyes flickered over to him and he saw nothing but pure anger there, so much so it scared him.
His mouth clenched shut as the car came to a grinding halt, screeching accross the asphalt with so much friction that Bam could distincly smell the burning rubber from the tires beneath him. For a moment he wasn't sure what was going on, but when Linde opened his door and climbed out Bam knew. He knew where they were without looking, he knew what needed to be done. He knew that they were nearing the end.
Following the blonde's lead, Bam clammored out of the car, stumbling slightly as his feet landed on the still concrete. Ville was already draped over Linde's bony shoulder as the dred-locked man kicked the car door shut and moved toward the massive building before them. Bam briefly wondered why Linde didn't move as fluently before, why the blonde was just now taking the situation into his own hands; but he didn't get a chance to voice his thoughts as they practically ran through the large glass doors that lead inside.
The receptionist cast them a concerned look as they sprinted past her, but no words were exchanged. She knew her place.
Mockingly joyful New Wave music played softly within the elevator as they pushed their way inside, as if the god's looked down with satisfaction upon the scene being played out before them. Bam grimmaced as he jammed at the button for the top floor.
At last the doors swooshed open with a soft ding, Bam following the racing Linde as he carried the vampire into one of the back rooms. It was a room that Bam had never seen before, a large table laid out before them and a few articles of ancient books strewn accross it. Decorative drapes lined the walls and the windows, pulled taunt accross the glass as if for just this occasion. Linde swiped the contents of the table briskly to the ground, a metal challace clattering to the wooden floor with a loud crash, before he placed Ville's sleeping form down in its place.
A shadow was cast over Linde's face as he turned to the skater, hiding his eyes from view as he leaned forward. Bam took a hesitant step backwards, almost afraid of the words he was sure would be ushered from the blonde's lips. He didn't want to hear whatever bad news was to come, he didn't want to hear that there would be no hope for the vampire.
"Bam, he's dying." The words were whispered but still seemed harsh as they cut through the silence around them. Bam's mouth fell open as Linde took another step forward. Somehow hearing those words made the whole situation come alive. He didn't want to hear anymore, but he didn't protest when the blonde opened his mouth again. "He needs blood."
There was a pause and Bam was sure he was expected to offer up a reply, but no words would leave his mouth. His throat was dry and felt as if it were on fire, but he strained his muscles to move. He needed to say something. With a shuddering breath, he stammered, "W-What do you w-want me to d-do?"
"I just fucking told you!" Linde shouted, the anger in his voice seeming to come from nowhere. Bam understood that he was upset, but the outburst surprised him. He didn't see it coming. After a heated moment the blonde seemed to calm down, if only slightly. He cast a worried glance back to Ville, making sure that the vampire remained in the same condition, before trying again. "He needs blood, Bam. He can't have mine, okay? Do you know what that fucking means?"
Bam was going to question Linde's logic, but he didn't get the chance to. Just as he nodded that he understood, a low moan sounded behind them. Two pairs of crystal blue eyes shot to the table, scanning the darkness for any sign of life. Ville's head rolled to the side as his eyes scrunched up in pain, but that was the farthest he moved. When they were both sure that the vampire was still unconscious, Bam asked, "What do you need me to do?"
Linde moved to the other side of the table, wrenching open a drawer before turning back to face the frightened skater. A small dagger was held in his hand, its metal edge glinting dangerously in the shadows. "If it isn't obvious..." Linde sighed. "He needs your blood, Bam, and there's only one way to go about getting it."
Realization dawned on him just then. He knew in his heart that he was prepared to give up anything for his fallen friend, knew that he would go to the edge of the world and back to find a cure--but in reality he didn't have to go far at all. He was the cure. He was the one meant to save Ville from a horrible fate. But how could he? How could he just stand there and let himself be drained while Linde just watched with concerned eyes? Why did it have to be him?
Bam knew that his questions would remain unanswered. As Linde stepped back around the table, taking slow strides toward the skater that made him shrink back in fear, Bam collapsed. His body sunk to the floor as his eyes trained on Ville's limp form, tears pooling at the corners and threatening to crash down his cheeks. This was all his fault, and now he had to right his wrongs. He didn't realize the blonde was standing over him until he felt the man lean down.
"Don't touch me!" Bam shouted angrily as the blonde placed a comforting hand on his shaking back. He knew it was wrong to push Linde away, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel as if this were all the blonde's fault.
They stared helplessly at eachother. Bam's face was flushed, thick with the marring scars of tears. Everything in the way he held himself--arms crossed over his chest, shoulders hunched--screamed Don't touch me as loudly as Bam's mouth had done. But his eyes, his eyes were so much different. They were that of a child's, begging Hold me. Help me.
Bam might hate him, might even think Linde was hitting on him in his vulnerable state, but that was just too bad. Linde could not ignore such pain. "You have to help him," he said. "I know it's hard, but you're the only one who can save him." Before Bam could flinch back again, Linde wrapped his long arms around the boy and held on tight.
He felt Bam's body go absolutely rigid, felt him try to pull away. If he had kept trying, Linde would have let him go. But after a few seconds of struggle, Bam sagged against Linde's chest.
"I'll do it," he whispered, his voice hoarse and sore, but determination shining through nonetheless. "I'm just scared."
"You poor child," Linde whispered. "I know it's hard, but some things in life don't come with an easy price. You must do this, for the reward in the end will be more than you can ever imagine."
At last the crying faded to an occasional long tremor that jerked through Bam like an electric current. He had been leaning hard against Linde, his chin digging into the blonde's shoulder. He pulled away sharply, sitting upright on the floor where he had fallen. Linde didn't give him a chance to feel embarassed, he just said, "Let's get this over with."
"What..do you n-need me to do?" Bam asked shakily, glancing over at Ville's limp form, his body visibly trembling. Bam looked up into Linde's eyes; they were fevered and strange looking, as if he were concentrating really hard on something.
"Did you mean it when you said you'd give anything? Or did you lie to him?" Linde asked abruptly, his eyes coming back into focus.
"H-how did you-?" Bam asked, stunned. "Y-you said you weren't-"
"I'm not. Did you lie to him?" Linde pushed, not giving Bam any leeway.
Bam faltered. "Anything." His eyes teared up at that, as he realised that if he were to willingliy die for anyone, it would be the man lying on the table. " I...couldn't lie to him. I wouldn't."
Linde's gaze softened as he gave Bam a look that could almost be taken for pity. "Alright, come here then." He said softly, his voice grave as he pointed to the side of the table Ville was lying on.
Bam gulped, stepping forward towards Linde's shadowy form. The dagger glinted in the flickering light from the fireplace in the far corner of the room, its embers a deep golden hue. When he reached the side of the table, all doubts were gone, replaced with a calm sense of dread. Ville's life was held in his hands, and if the memory he had witnessed was anything to go by, he knew what would be done had the situation been reversed.
"Give me your arm, Bam." Linde said quietly, holding out a lanky hand. Bam thrust out his arm to Linde as soon as he said it, causing the blonde to flinch. "Wait, come closer, you will need to sit here," he indicated between Ville's legs on the table, "so I can hold you both up, if need be."
"Both?" Bam stammered, dropping his arm and glancing at Linde. He could've sworn that had he taken a second longer to look, the same pitying expression had crossed the blonde's features.
"You're going to lose a lot of blood, Bam." Linde said, staring him in the eyes. Bam nodded, taking his place in Ville's lap. The sad sight beneath him was almost enough to bring him to tears again, but the gravity of the situation at hand forced the tears back. Linde moved behind Bam, out of sight, and parted Ville's plush lips slightly, tilting his head upwards.
"Now, give me your arm, Bam." With a mere second's hesitation, Bam held it out to Linde, who was still behind him. Linde firmly grasped his wrist in his hands. "Do not move." Linde whispered, and Bam watched as the glint of metal flickered, hovering horizontally above his wrist. Bam wanted to look away, but found he couldn't.
Fascinated, he watched as Linde tilted the blade, slowly lowering it flush with the thin skin of his wrist. "Don't move," he repeated. Linde pushed down, and Bam let out a yelp as the sharp, cool metal peirced his skin, burying itself about three quarters of an inch inside. Dragging the silver across his wrist, Bam closed his eyes, gasping as the sight of his own blood beaded along the incision, Linde's pressure above it holding back the rush of crimson that would come once he let go.
Then the blade was gone, and he felt his arm being moved. "Bam...Bam open your eyes." Linde's voice came, fascinated. Bam looked at his arm, Linde's fingers still closing off the blood, the appendage starting to lose all feeling.
Bam looked on as Linde turned his wrist, situating it above Villes parted lips. "Don't forget to breathe, Bam." Linde whispered. Bam thought this was rather dramatic, as he wasn't in any huge amount of pain, and there was little blood.
That was before Linde let go of his wrist. Bam watched, horrified, as an actual gush of crimson spurted from him. "Bam, put your wrist onto his mouth." Bam just sat there, transfixed. "Bam, now." Linde hissed, pressing his wrist to Ville's lips.
The blood dripped into the vampire's mouth, slowly, some escaping his lips and running down his jaw, forming a pattern on his pale throat. Bam was beginning to feel slightly dizzy, but shook it off. Ville still remained motionless.
"Do something, damn you." Linde muttered, speaking to Ville. Bam wasn't really paying attention though, as the flow of blood continued on, not lessening. The feeling of delirium was back, stronger than before.
"L-Linde I think I'm going to need...need your help n-now." Bam whispered, nearly falling off the table before the blonde caught him. Through hazy eyes, Bam felt movement against his wrist. Painful movement. He let out a low moan, sinking deeper into the blonde's arms, eyes closing as the spinning of the room became too much.
"Yes..." he heard Linde whisper above him. Bam whimpered when he felt a cold hand grasp at his arm.
Struggling, Bam opened his eyes, groaning as the vision of Ville, now quite full of movement, sucked greedily on the wound, his finely structed hands clinging to Bam's paling arm like a child. Bam wanted to smile. But he couldn't. He wanted to speak but his lips were like lead, unwilling to move. Had he the mind to think, he would have found the scene quite erotic.
He gasped in surprise when a strong, cold arm encircled his waist, the warm feeling of Linde's chest gone. Bam knew that Ville was holding him now and his head fell backwards limply, his breathing shallow as he sensed Ville sit up, the grip on his arm and waist strengthening.
The overwhelming sense of helplessness ate at the corner of Bam's mind, threatening to send him spiraling out of control and into the world of the unconscious. He held his head high, though, and kept his arm in place.
A low moan escaped Ville's lips as Bam felt the vampire suddenly bite down, sharp fangs digging into the already open wound. Behind him Bam felt Linde's strong grasp try to pull him backwards, try to pull him away; but it was no use. Ville's grip on the skater was much too strong.
Bam heard his heart pounding mercilessly in his ears, thrumming to its own beat but much harder and faster than ever before. It was like a giant beast leaping through the woods, pounding faster and faster as it reached closer and closer, the noise growing in volume until it was too much for the skater to bear. And then he heard it. A second beat, this one fainter than his own. It was that of a second monster, creeping up on the first. The strides were long and hesitant, but quickly growing in volume. It was catching up. Bam gasped when the second heartbeat became suddenly dominate, the two beats fighting eachother--fighting unill Bam's finally surrendered.
His head lollied back on his neck as he felt his heartbeat slip weaker, thinner, slower. He was dying. He had to be. As he moved to push the hungry vampire away, he realized that he no longer heard the beat of his heart. Panic spread through his veins, burning and scorching his insides like an enormous fire. He jerked his arm back, but it remained locked in its place by a strong hand. He realized then that his heart had not given out. No, far from it. It was now beating along with Ville's, two hearts beating as one.
In one swift motion Bam found the arm supporting his weight gone, and himself spread accross the floor. The world spinning as he struggled to sit upright, he saw Linde staring with wide eyes, breathing labored as his crystal orbs darted between the table and the fallen skater, the intense scene taking visible effect on the blonde. From his position, though, Bam had no view of the vampire.
A single word, harshly whispered and coating the silence like thick molases, derailed Bam's train of thought. "More."
It was so soft that Bam nearly missed it. That is, until he was roughly shoved back to the floor, his head connecting with the hard wood with a sickening thud. There was suddenly a heavy weight upon his chest, crushing him into the pollished wood as two abrasive canines scraped the irritated side of his neck painfully. He had half the mind to realize that it was Ville hovering above him, hooded forest green eyes peering down upon him like a lion eyeing its prey. He moaned, disoriented, trying to push Ville off of him but to no avail.
Intense pain flooded his whole body as the fangs punctured through his flesh, digging through sensitive nerve endings as if they were nothing more than fresh fruit. It was rough and messy; sickeningly hot blood dribbling down the side of his neck and pooling on the floor. He tried desperately to push Ville off of him, to get the few words that broke through his clouded mind to exit his lips; but nothing worked. He remained still, submitting to Ville as the vampire dug deeper, burying his face in the crook of Bam's neck. He heard a gutteral moan of pleasure escape Ville's lips.
Bam's eyes involuntarily rolled back in his head as a pink tongue darted from between pristine fangs, dipping into the fresh wound for the briefest of seconds before running lazy circles along the skater's jugular. He didn't mean for it to happen, but a deep moan escaped his lips at the vampire's senual touch. A cold hand latched on to the side of Bam's face, tangling itself in his uncombed hair before roughly jerking to one side. The fangs were back, this time slowly entering their previous holes like a lover's comforting embrace. There was no pain, only a wave of savoring ecstacy washing over him as he felt his hips arch off the floor.
Ville's other hand snaked its way down Bam's body, resting on his angular hip and pressing it back down into the floor teasingly. If Bam didn't know any better, he would have sworn that the vampire knew exactly what he was doing. Bam gasped as a groan rattled the figure beside him, the thin body molding perfectly into his own.
Just as suddenly the weight was gone, the fangs leaving his neck with a horrible popping sound. A strangled cry left his lips as he heard a shout from somewhere off in the distance. Everything seemed so far away. The room spun once more as he pushed himself from the floor, his hand slipping in his own blood as he got a glimpse at the scene before him.
Linde had Ville pinned against the opposite wall, two strong arms pressing roughly on the vampire's shoulders and holding him in place. A slew of curses left the blonde's lips as he yelled something to Bam, but the skater was far too gone to hear him. He groaned and tried to stand, his feet giving out before he even made it into a kneeling position. Cursing his own weakness, Bam turned his head to see what was going on. And he saw it, clear as day.
Ville's head snapped up without warning, dull green eyes sparkling with newfound life. His eyelids were brimming an ugly tan color as they widened in shock, glancing around the room as if he were lost. Ville felt his body being roughly jerked from the wall, only to be violently thrust back into it again.
"He fucking risked his life for you and you nearly kill him?!" The words were shouted and unclear as Ville's head snapped suddenly in the direction of the voice. His eyes fell on the enraged blonde, dazzling green eyes afire.
He forcefully shoved Linde's arms away, pushing himself from the wall and pacing accross the floor in long, angry strides. "What the bloody hell are you talking about, Lily?"
"I've seen it before, Ville, and I can't watch you do it again! He loves you too much!" The blonde was frantic in his ranting, twirling around to point an accusing finger in Ville's face. "He fucking loves you Ville!"
Ville blanced at Linde's words. "Well, that's nice...I don't love him."
As if on cue the vampire's eyes snapped to the floor at the sound of a strangled, dissapointed gasp. His gaze lingered as he saw Bam lying in a pool of his own blood, hair fanned out around his head like the wings of a fallen angel. Bam reached out a desperate hand, reaching for the one person he assumed would be his savior and crying out when he got no response.
Ville stood, his mind and body numb as the words he just said came crashing back down around him. He felt the room come collapsing down upon him, encasing him in darkness as he tried to sort though his thoughts. Only one thought repeated itself, though, and he wasn't aware at the time that he had spoken his concerns aloud, "What have I done?"
Snapping from his thoughts, he took one hesitant glance at the young skater that had saved his life. He had done this. He had put Bam in the position he was currently in. As if on instinct, he bent over and reached out his hand. Just when he was mere centimeteres away, a havy body barreled into him, throwing his body violently to the side. Ville landed on the floor roughly, thin bones rattling as he tried to wrestle Linde off of him.
"What the Hell were you thinking, Ville?!" The vampire tried to push himself up, but two strong arms, much stronger than his own, shoved him back down. A well aimed fist jumped out at him then, landing squarely on Ville's jaw. Ville clenched his eyes shut as he grit his teeth in pain.
"Why the fuck do you care anyway, Lily?"
The blonde's grip on Ville's shoulders didn't lesson as he leaned in close to the vampire's ear. "Because you're killing yourself, Ville." he whispered. "You're killing him."
"You think I don't fucking realize that, dammit?!" Ville shouted suddenly, a burst of energy allowing him to throw the blonde off of him in one easy motion. He quickly stood, his height growing to match that of Linde's. "You don't think I look around every fucking night and realize what I've done?! Well you're fucking wrong. I know what I've done, and I know that there is no repentance for my sins, Lily. But who are you to judge?"
Linde was silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. His rage was briefly clouded by the stinging words that left Ville's lips but he quickly recovered, his eyes turning to stone as he pushed himself forward. "Who am I to judge?! I'll tell you who, Ville! I've been around you for the better part of my life, and if there's one thing I've learned it's this: you are nothing more than a selfish bastard! A thousand seasons will come and go, but you will always be the same fucker that you are now!"
The words stung more than the sun ever could. Stumbling backwards, Ville nearly jumped out of his skin when a shaking hand wrapped itself around his ankle. He kicked the rogue apendage away in his rage, blindly turning around and coming face to face with fearful blue eyes.
"V-Ville, what is he talking about?" The words were so innocent to Ville's ears, so heartwrenchingly innocent. The skater cast him a weary smile, his eyes fluttering with the strain of the simple movement. "I don't think you're an asshole."
Ville panicked. This wasn't supposed to be happening. This...this feeling was not supposed to be rearing its ugly head at him. He had killed the beast years ago, but now it was back, tormenting his thoughts as he backed into the table he was lying on moments before. The innocence in Bam's tearful eyes was causing him pain.
"No..." he breathed, barely audible, flashes of memories past ghosting before his eyes. He sank to the floor and was greeted with the wet warmth of the boy's blood. Abhored, he jerked away, but a shaking hand grasped his own.
He was afraid to look, afraid to peer into that sickeningly pure face one more time. Ville felt the oxygen rip its way from his lungs, catching dangerously in his throat as he tried to speak. The grip tightened comfortingly, and it was then that Ville felt a single tear slide down his cheek and gather at the base of his chin. It dangled there precariously before falling to the floor, landing amidst the crimson blood with a slight splash.
The grasp grew weak in his hand, gravity pulling it back toward the hard-pressed earth. Ville swallowed around the lump in his throat, finally bringing his eyes to Bam's. Only three words left his lips, "I'm so sorry."
The next words from Bam's lips earned a sob from Ville's. "For what?" Ville looked away from Bam's pleading, trusting eyes. He saw Linde standing darkly in the corner, but found no sympathy in his gaze. The weak tug on his wrist was back. "I...I think...I'm dying..."
The words struck a chord within Ville, a chord that he had thought was snapped ages ago. He doubled over quickly, moving on hands and knees accross the blood littlered floor until he was by Bam's side, desperately clutching the skater's shaking hand within his own. "You're not going to die, you hear me?"
Ville wasn't sure if he believed his own words, but at that moment he didn't care. What mattered was that they were spoken, tangible proof that that he wasn't going to let this Bam slip from his grasp again. Bam's eyes startled as he tried to say something, but the only noise that escaped his lips was a low gurgle. This panicked Ville even more, the thought that he had let this poor soul go to waste killing him inside.
"Ville, back the fuck off, he needs help," the voice wasn't the one Ville was expecting.
"No, Linde, you back the fuck off." Ville growled, moving for Bam once more. For the third time in the space of ten minutes, he felt strong arms around his waist, physically lifting him from the floor and bodily throwing him across the room into the nearest wall.
"Fuck you Ville, you'd probably kill him if you tried to save him, asshole." Linde growled, his cheeks pink out of anger. He gathered an extremely bloody Bam into his arms and carried him out of the room, leaving a shaken Ville crumpled against the wall. A single tear escaped again fiery eyes, as he watched one of his closest friends carry away his literal savior.
"He loves you too much, Ville!"
"That's nice...I don't love him."
The cold words stung and mocked him, silently bringing the vampire into heaving sobs. 'How could I have said something like that?' Ville thought bitterly, reaching up to wipe the salty tears from his lips. He brought his hand away, and there was blood on it.
"I'm a monster." Ville whispered out loud, his voice breaking as he heard a low moan of pain from the nearby room that he knew Linde and Bam were in.
His eyes looked dully on the room, not really seeing. There was blood everywhere, a large pool on the floor and table where Bam had been. The discarded silver dagger caught his eye, fallen like a bright star underneath the table, still wet blood coating its tip.
Ville eyed it, reaching out for it, closing his fingers around the blade and revelling in the pain he felt as it cut into his skin.
"A monster.." he repeated, twirling the intricate blade between delicate fingers, a sob escaping his blood stained lips as he saw the skin on his palm had fully healed over. He heard a frustrated scream from Linde, and gripped the dagger tighter. Bam was going to die...for him. And he had said that he didn't love him.
The worst possible hurt...after such sacrifice. Ville sniffled, watching as his own darker blood fell from where the dagger had danced across his flesh.
A voice rang through his mind, not that of Bam's, but a far older memory.
"Vampires are naturally timeless. We stand alone in darkness, facing all eternity, nothing but the sun holding us back. But there is one thing, one weakness we vampires have. Should the burden of loneliness become too great...the bearer of our curse too weak...a vampire may take his own life, forsaking his immortality, ending all things. Disgrace shall fall upon this individual, it's what we'd call a mortal sin. The deepest circles of Hell...a far worse Hell than our human counterparts are led to through their sins...the deepest circles of Hell are reserved for cowards. Once you commit such a traitorous and shameful act; there is no going back. To be Damned among the living is one thing. To be Damned alone, facing nothing but your own thoughts and nightmares is far worse a fate, the death you'd welcomed at the beginning the ink on the contract of your soul. We are truly alone in this world..."
The memory of a long ago lecture faded as Ville heard another weak cry from the bathroom containing Bam.
"I deserve to die...I deserve that fate." Ville whispered, running a cold finger along the equally cold blade. "I deserve to face Hell alone..."
Trembling violently, Ville raised the dagger, watching it twinkle mockingly in the firelight. Tears were pouring down his beautiful face, mixing with the blood on his lips. "And to that mortal sin, I commit my soul." Ville whispered, his voice breaking as he tilted his head up, the point of the blade resting just beneath his Adam's apple. "Bam, forgive me..."
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Bum Bum Bum...
I know, I know, we're evil. But what are you gonna' do about it?
*evil grin*
Author: 616hasgotaname and irena_aneri
Fandom: Music/VAM
Summery: Companion piece to “Kiss”. AU. Two people brought together by an undying love that defies the ages. One, a vampire with a bizarre need for camaraderie, the other a human ostracized from an unforgiving mortal world. Separately, they are powerless and lonely. Together they are unstoppable.
Disclaimer: I DO OWN VILLE AND BAM! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! *cough* Yeah, they own themselves. This never happened (der), so don’t sue.
Rating: R to NC-17
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Once again, this lovely banner was made by the amazingly talented annushkazhivago. Thanks again! <33
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Chapter Sixteen
He sat there for what felt like hours, clutching the seemingly lifeless vampire's body to his own. The sun rose steadily over the horizon, peeking up inch by tantalizing inch and threatening to steal away their precious shadows. He managed to scoot back until he was pressed against the hard wall of the convience store, his back scraping against the rough bricks but his mind paying no attention to that. All of his thoughts were focused on one thing: Ville.
A tortured cry tore itself from Bam's lungs, howled to the sky in an anamilistic cry for help. A cry for something he was sure wasn't going to come.
His eyes traveled back to Ville's face, a face that seemed almost serene as it slept. But Bam knew otherwise, he knew the imense pain that the vampire was going through even in slumber. He begged whatever God would listen for Ville to just open his eyes, to show any form of life at all. But he just sat there, unmoving as the minutes ticked by at an agonizingly slow pace.
Bam could have sworn that the vampire had tilted his head slightly to the left, but alas it was just the wind blowing his hair to one side. The subtle movement was enough to drive him over the edge. Pain, unlike any he had experienced before, began to build deep within him. It was the fear that had wrapped its icey fingers around his heart that made him panic, made him realize that this was truely the end. It was over. This mysterious man that brought unknown feelings to him was dying in his arms, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
The painful resemblance to the dream that had overtaken his mind not hours earlier struck at Bam. He looked down upon Ville's pale features, a single tear slipping from his aqua-eqsue eyes, and took his slender hand into his own. He didn't know what his future with the beautiful creature would have been like...but as the minutes ticked by, he realised that he would have given anything to find out.
A loud sob ripped it's way from his lungs, and he leaned shakily over the vampire's crumpled form, chocolate brown curls mixing with darker waves.
"I'd give anything, too, Ville...if only you'd come back to me." Bam whispered, surprised at the words that came from his lips. His heart ached. He never understood what people had meant in movies or songs when he'd heard those words, but now he did. "...but things like that don't happen, do they?" Bam sniffled, a dry attempt at lightening the situation. And then it hit him; he was talking to himself. Ville was gone. He squeezed his hand gently, lifting the dead weight to his lips, kissing cold fingertips. He resigned himself to the knowledge that this would be his last chance to say anything.
"Goodbye, Ville...I..." Bam paused, unsure of what to say. Would it even matter? It mattered to Bam. "I...l-lo-" Bam was cut off by the screeching of tires and the smell of burning rubber.
Looking up, he saw a very panicked looking Linde running top-speed at him, the sparkling curves of a sleek foreign car visible behind him. Tears ran freely down Bam's face as he watched Linde get nearer and nearer, horror on the blonde's expression as he saw the scene displayed before his eyes.
"Li-Linde I'm so s-sorry...he's g-go-" Bam blubbered, losing all composure, but Linde cut him off.
"Don't you dare say that." Raw emotion spread out over Linde's features as he glanced over Ville's unmoving body.
"B-but he-" Bam stammered, not understanding why Linde wouldn't accept that the vampire was dead. He had killed him, in a sense. Bam let out a moan.
Linde looked down at Bam, the pale flesh of his eyelids swollen, his clear eyes naked and wet and terrified. And suddenly he knew; he knew the situation was far out of his control.
"A little more faith from you, that is no mortal hand you hold." Linde's words were harsh. He made to scoop Ville's body from the ground, but froze, when he saw the vampire's hand snake his fingers through Bam's.
Bam looked down, shocked. "W-what?" He stuttered, everything that had happened becoming too much as hysterics overcame him.
Sparing no sympathy, Linde spoke. "Let's go."
Wasting no time, Linde bent over and wrapped a surprisingly muscular arm around Ville's limp shoulders, hefting the vampire off the ground and motioning for the skater to lend him a hand. They stumbled toward the expensive looking car, trying desperately to keep the vampire out of the sun and to move as quickly as possible. It seemed to Bam as if here were running a race; a race against time or himself, he wasn't sure. Linde's grip slacked for a second as he threw open the back door to the luxury vehicle, crawling over the seats in order to pull the motionless vampire inside.
Bam stood there stunned as Linde grapsed onto Ville's limp shoulders, tugging roughly as he pulled the vampire from his grasp. His vision faded in and out as he watched as Ville was dumped uncerimoniously in the back seat, his head lollying to one side in what could on be percieved as a painful angle. He wanted to climb back there with him and hold the vampire's hand securely in his own, but for some reason his feet betrayed him. They remained rooted to the concrete earth, refusing to move.
"What the hell are you standing there for? Get in the goddamned car!" Linde's voice broke through the muffled noise that was rushing through Bam's head, sharp blue eyes so much like his own shooting him the death-glare from the other side of the car.
Bam's body moved mechanically as he opened the passenger door, sliding inside the car without thinking of doing so and fastening the seatbelt in the same fashion. His mind was devoid of any thought as he stared out the window, a slight steam forming on the glass as a product of the stress that was radiating from his flesh. He caught a glimpse of Ville's closed eyes in the rearview mirror, but the sight was too much for him to bear. Focusing his gaze elsewhere, he counted down the minutes as Linde peeled out of the parking lot, flooring it all the way back to the loft. Bam's mind was numb. The city flashed by the windows in a blur as Linde continued to speed on.
He was stuck. Not thinking, not feeling; just an enormous sense of dreaded emptiness he didn't even know was possible for a human to register. He was gone. And it was all his fault...if only he'd not left.
The nothing receded into a burning, gnawing guilt. He could no longer look upon Ville's face, instead searching the car for some other distraction. Coming upon Linde, he studied the blonde's face with glazed eyes. His jaw was set, a vein pumping in his long neck. The blonde dreds were tucked into a messy bun and his brow was furrowed. Bam felt the sense of guilt burn even more as he noticed the tears coming from Linde's striking eyes.
He wanted to say something, to try to attone for the crime he'd commited against Ville, against Linde...had Linde loved him? The blonde's lips were set in a thin, firm line. Bam opened his mouth to say something, but shut it as Linde's eyes flickered over to him and he saw nothing but pure anger there, so much so it scared him.
His mouth clenched shut as the car came to a grinding halt, screeching accross the asphalt with so much friction that Bam could distincly smell the burning rubber from the tires beneath him. For a moment he wasn't sure what was going on, but when Linde opened his door and climbed out Bam knew. He knew where they were without looking, he knew what needed to be done. He knew that they were nearing the end.
Following the blonde's lead, Bam clammored out of the car, stumbling slightly as his feet landed on the still concrete. Ville was already draped over Linde's bony shoulder as the dred-locked man kicked the car door shut and moved toward the massive building before them. Bam briefly wondered why Linde didn't move as fluently before, why the blonde was just now taking the situation into his own hands; but he didn't get a chance to voice his thoughts as they practically ran through the large glass doors that lead inside.
The receptionist cast them a concerned look as they sprinted past her, but no words were exchanged. She knew her place.
Mockingly joyful New Wave music played softly within the elevator as they pushed their way inside, as if the god's looked down with satisfaction upon the scene being played out before them. Bam grimmaced as he jammed at the button for the top floor.
At last the doors swooshed open with a soft ding, Bam following the racing Linde as he carried the vampire into one of the back rooms. It was a room that Bam had never seen before, a large table laid out before them and a few articles of ancient books strewn accross it. Decorative drapes lined the walls and the windows, pulled taunt accross the glass as if for just this occasion. Linde swiped the contents of the table briskly to the ground, a metal challace clattering to the wooden floor with a loud crash, before he placed Ville's sleeping form down in its place.
A shadow was cast over Linde's face as he turned to the skater, hiding his eyes from view as he leaned forward. Bam took a hesitant step backwards, almost afraid of the words he was sure would be ushered from the blonde's lips. He didn't want to hear whatever bad news was to come, he didn't want to hear that there would be no hope for the vampire.
"Bam, he's dying." The words were whispered but still seemed harsh as they cut through the silence around them. Bam's mouth fell open as Linde took another step forward. Somehow hearing those words made the whole situation come alive. He didn't want to hear anymore, but he didn't protest when the blonde opened his mouth again. "He needs blood."
There was a pause and Bam was sure he was expected to offer up a reply, but no words would leave his mouth. His throat was dry and felt as if it were on fire, but he strained his muscles to move. He needed to say something. With a shuddering breath, he stammered, "W-What do you w-want me to d-do?"
"I just fucking told you!" Linde shouted, the anger in his voice seeming to come from nowhere. Bam understood that he was upset, but the outburst surprised him. He didn't see it coming. After a heated moment the blonde seemed to calm down, if only slightly. He cast a worried glance back to Ville, making sure that the vampire remained in the same condition, before trying again. "He needs blood, Bam. He can't have mine, okay? Do you know what that fucking means?"
Bam was going to question Linde's logic, but he didn't get the chance to. Just as he nodded that he understood, a low moan sounded behind them. Two pairs of crystal blue eyes shot to the table, scanning the darkness for any sign of life. Ville's head rolled to the side as his eyes scrunched up in pain, but that was the farthest he moved. When they were both sure that the vampire was still unconscious, Bam asked, "What do you need me to do?"
Linde moved to the other side of the table, wrenching open a drawer before turning back to face the frightened skater. A small dagger was held in his hand, its metal edge glinting dangerously in the shadows. "If it isn't obvious..." Linde sighed. "He needs your blood, Bam, and there's only one way to go about getting it."
Realization dawned on him just then. He knew in his heart that he was prepared to give up anything for his fallen friend, knew that he would go to the edge of the world and back to find a cure--but in reality he didn't have to go far at all. He was the cure. He was the one meant to save Ville from a horrible fate. But how could he? How could he just stand there and let himself be drained while Linde just watched with concerned eyes? Why did it have to be him?
Bam knew that his questions would remain unanswered. As Linde stepped back around the table, taking slow strides toward the skater that made him shrink back in fear, Bam collapsed. His body sunk to the floor as his eyes trained on Ville's limp form, tears pooling at the corners and threatening to crash down his cheeks. This was all his fault, and now he had to right his wrongs. He didn't realize the blonde was standing over him until he felt the man lean down.
"Don't touch me!" Bam shouted angrily as the blonde placed a comforting hand on his shaking back. He knew it was wrong to push Linde away, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel as if this were all the blonde's fault.
They stared helplessly at eachother. Bam's face was flushed, thick with the marring scars of tears. Everything in the way he held himself--arms crossed over his chest, shoulders hunched--screamed Don't touch me as loudly as Bam's mouth had done. But his eyes, his eyes were so much different. They were that of a child's, begging Hold me. Help me.
Bam might hate him, might even think Linde was hitting on him in his vulnerable state, but that was just too bad. Linde could not ignore such pain. "You have to help him," he said. "I know it's hard, but you're the only one who can save him." Before Bam could flinch back again, Linde wrapped his long arms around the boy and held on tight.
He felt Bam's body go absolutely rigid, felt him try to pull away. If he had kept trying, Linde would have let him go. But after a few seconds of struggle, Bam sagged against Linde's chest.
"I'll do it," he whispered, his voice hoarse and sore, but determination shining through nonetheless. "I'm just scared."
"You poor child," Linde whispered. "I know it's hard, but some things in life don't come with an easy price. You must do this, for the reward in the end will be more than you can ever imagine."
At last the crying faded to an occasional long tremor that jerked through Bam like an electric current. He had been leaning hard against Linde, his chin digging into the blonde's shoulder. He pulled away sharply, sitting upright on the floor where he had fallen. Linde didn't give him a chance to feel embarassed, he just said, "Let's get this over with."
"What..do you n-need me to do?" Bam asked shakily, glancing over at Ville's limp form, his body visibly trembling. Bam looked up into Linde's eyes; they were fevered and strange looking, as if he were concentrating really hard on something.
"Did you mean it when you said you'd give anything? Or did you lie to him?" Linde asked abruptly, his eyes coming back into focus.
"H-how did you-?" Bam asked, stunned. "Y-you said you weren't-"
"I'm not. Did you lie to him?" Linde pushed, not giving Bam any leeway.
Bam faltered. "Anything." His eyes teared up at that, as he realised that if he were to willingliy die for anyone, it would be the man lying on the table. " I...couldn't lie to him. I wouldn't."
Linde's gaze softened as he gave Bam a look that could almost be taken for pity. "Alright, come here then." He said softly, his voice grave as he pointed to the side of the table Ville was lying on.
Bam gulped, stepping forward towards Linde's shadowy form. The dagger glinted in the flickering light from the fireplace in the far corner of the room, its embers a deep golden hue. When he reached the side of the table, all doubts were gone, replaced with a calm sense of dread. Ville's life was held in his hands, and if the memory he had witnessed was anything to go by, he knew what would be done had the situation been reversed.
"Give me your arm, Bam." Linde said quietly, holding out a lanky hand. Bam thrust out his arm to Linde as soon as he said it, causing the blonde to flinch. "Wait, come closer, you will need to sit here," he indicated between Ville's legs on the table, "so I can hold you both up, if need be."
"Both?" Bam stammered, dropping his arm and glancing at Linde. He could've sworn that had he taken a second longer to look, the same pitying expression had crossed the blonde's features.
"You're going to lose a lot of blood, Bam." Linde said, staring him in the eyes. Bam nodded, taking his place in Ville's lap. The sad sight beneath him was almost enough to bring him to tears again, but the gravity of the situation at hand forced the tears back. Linde moved behind Bam, out of sight, and parted Ville's plush lips slightly, tilting his head upwards.
"Now, give me your arm, Bam." With a mere second's hesitation, Bam held it out to Linde, who was still behind him. Linde firmly grasped his wrist in his hands. "Do not move." Linde whispered, and Bam watched as the glint of metal flickered, hovering horizontally above his wrist. Bam wanted to look away, but found he couldn't.
Fascinated, he watched as Linde tilted the blade, slowly lowering it flush with the thin skin of his wrist. "Don't move," he repeated. Linde pushed down, and Bam let out a yelp as the sharp, cool metal peirced his skin, burying itself about three quarters of an inch inside. Dragging the silver across his wrist, Bam closed his eyes, gasping as the sight of his own blood beaded along the incision, Linde's pressure above it holding back the rush of crimson that would come once he let go.
Then the blade was gone, and he felt his arm being moved. "Bam...Bam open your eyes." Linde's voice came, fascinated. Bam looked at his arm, Linde's fingers still closing off the blood, the appendage starting to lose all feeling.
Bam looked on as Linde turned his wrist, situating it above Villes parted lips. "Don't forget to breathe, Bam." Linde whispered. Bam thought this was rather dramatic, as he wasn't in any huge amount of pain, and there was little blood.
That was before Linde let go of his wrist. Bam watched, horrified, as an actual gush of crimson spurted from him. "Bam, put your wrist onto his mouth." Bam just sat there, transfixed. "Bam, now." Linde hissed, pressing his wrist to Ville's lips.
The blood dripped into the vampire's mouth, slowly, some escaping his lips and running down his jaw, forming a pattern on his pale throat. Bam was beginning to feel slightly dizzy, but shook it off. Ville still remained motionless.
"Do something, damn you." Linde muttered, speaking to Ville. Bam wasn't really paying attention though, as the flow of blood continued on, not lessening. The feeling of delirium was back, stronger than before.
"L-Linde I think I'm going to need...need your help n-now." Bam whispered, nearly falling off the table before the blonde caught him. Through hazy eyes, Bam felt movement against his wrist. Painful movement. He let out a low moan, sinking deeper into the blonde's arms, eyes closing as the spinning of the room became too much.
"Yes..." he heard Linde whisper above him. Bam whimpered when he felt a cold hand grasp at his arm.
Struggling, Bam opened his eyes, groaning as the vision of Ville, now quite full of movement, sucked greedily on the wound, his finely structed hands clinging to Bam's paling arm like a child. Bam wanted to smile. But he couldn't. He wanted to speak but his lips were like lead, unwilling to move. Had he the mind to think, he would have found the scene quite erotic.
He gasped in surprise when a strong, cold arm encircled his waist, the warm feeling of Linde's chest gone. Bam knew that Ville was holding him now and his head fell backwards limply, his breathing shallow as he sensed Ville sit up, the grip on his arm and waist strengthening.
The overwhelming sense of helplessness ate at the corner of Bam's mind, threatening to send him spiraling out of control and into the world of the unconscious. He held his head high, though, and kept his arm in place.
A low moan escaped Ville's lips as Bam felt the vampire suddenly bite down, sharp fangs digging into the already open wound. Behind him Bam felt Linde's strong grasp try to pull him backwards, try to pull him away; but it was no use. Ville's grip on the skater was much too strong.
Bam heard his heart pounding mercilessly in his ears, thrumming to its own beat but much harder and faster than ever before. It was like a giant beast leaping through the woods, pounding faster and faster as it reached closer and closer, the noise growing in volume until it was too much for the skater to bear. And then he heard it. A second beat, this one fainter than his own. It was that of a second monster, creeping up on the first. The strides were long and hesitant, but quickly growing in volume. It was catching up. Bam gasped when the second heartbeat became suddenly dominate, the two beats fighting eachother--fighting unill Bam's finally surrendered.
His head lollied back on his neck as he felt his heartbeat slip weaker, thinner, slower. He was dying. He had to be. As he moved to push the hungry vampire away, he realized that he no longer heard the beat of his heart. Panic spread through his veins, burning and scorching his insides like an enormous fire. He jerked his arm back, but it remained locked in its place by a strong hand. He realized then that his heart had not given out. No, far from it. It was now beating along with Ville's, two hearts beating as one.
In one swift motion Bam found the arm supporting his weight gone, and himself spread accross the floor. The world spinning as he struggled to sit upright, he saw Linde staring with wide eyes, breathing labored as his crystal orbs darted between the table and the fallen skater, the intense scene taking visible effect on the blonde. From his position, though, Bam had no view of the vampire.
A single word, harshly whispered and coating the silence like thick molases, derailed Bam's train of thought. "More."
It was so soft that Bam nearly missed it. That is, until he was roughly shoved back to the floor, his head connecting with the hard wood with a sickening thud. There was suddenly a heavy weight upon his chest, crushing him into the pollished wood as two abrasive canines scraped the irritated side of his neck painfully. He had half the mind to realize that it was Ville hovering above him, hooded forest green eyes peering down upon him like a lion eyeing its prey. He moaned, disoriented, trying to push Ville off of him but to no avail.
Intense pain flooded his whole body as the fangs punctured through his flesh, digging through sensitive nerve endings as if they were nothing more than fresh fruit. It was rough and messy; sickeningly hot blood dribbling down the side of his neck and pooling on the floor. He tried desperately to push Ville off of him, to get the few words that broke through his clouded mind to exit his lips; but nothing worked. He remained still, submitting to Ville as the vampire dug deeper, burying his face in the crook of Bam's neck. He heard a gutteral moan of pleasure escape Ville's lips.
Bam's eyes involuntarily rolled back in his head as a pink tongue darted from between pristine fangs, dipping into the fresh wound for the briefest of seconds before running lazy circles along the skater's jugular. He didn't mean for it to happen, but a deep moan escaped his lips at the vampire's senual touch. A cold hand latched on to the side of Bam's face, tangling itself in his uncombed hair before roughly jerking to one side. The fangs were back, this time slowly entering their previous holes like a lover's comforting embrace. There was no pain, only a wave of savoring ecstacy washing over him as he felt his hips arch off the floor.
Ville's other hand snaked its way down Bam's body, resting on his angular hip and pressing it back down into the floor teasingly. If Bam didn't know any better, he would have sworn that the vampire knew exactly what he was doing. Bam gasped as a groan rattled the figure beside him, the thin body molding perfectly into his own.
Just as suddenly the weight was gone, the fangs leaving his neck with a horrible popping sound. A strangled cry left his lips as he heard a shout from somewhere off in the distance. Everything seemed so far away. The room spun once more as he pushed himself from the floor, his hand slipping in his own blood as he got a glimpse at the scene before him.
Linde had Ville pinned against the opposite wall, two strong arms pressing roughly on the vampire's shoulders and holding him in place. A slew of curses left the blonde's lips as he yelled something to Bam, but the skater was far too gone to hear him. He groaned and tried to stand, his feet giving out before he even made it into a kneeling position. Cursing his own weakness, Bam turned his head to see what was going on. And he saw it, clear as day.
Ville's head snapped up without warning, dull green eyes sparkling with newfound life. His eyelids were brimming an ugly tan color as they widened in shock, glancing around the room as if he were lost. Ville felt his body being roughly jerked from the wall, only to be violently thrust back into it again.
"He fucking risked his life for you and you nearly kill him?!" The words were shouted and unclear as Ville's head snapped suddenly in the direction of the voice. His eyes fell on the enraged blonde, dazzling green eyes afire.
He forcefully shoved Linde's arms away, pushing himself from the wall and pacing accross the floor in long, angry strides. "What the bloody hell are you talking about, Lily?"
"I've seen it before, Ville, and I can't watch you do it again! He loves you too much!" The blonde was frantic in his ranting, twirling around to point an accusing finger in Ville's face. "He fucking loves you Ville!"
Ville blanced at Linde's words. "Well, that's nice...I don't love him."
As if on cue the vampire's eyes snapped to the floor at the sound of a strangled, dissapointed gasp. His gaze lingered as he saw Bam lying in a pool of his own blood, hair fanned out around his head like the wings of a fallen angel. Bam reached out a desperate hand, reaching for the one person he assumed would be his savior and crying out when he got no response.
Ville stood, his mind and body numb as the words he just said came crashing back down around him. He felt the room come collapsing down upon him, encasing him in darkness as he tried to sort though his thoughts. Only one thought repeated itself, though, and he wasn't aware at the time that he had spoken his concerns aloud, "What have I done?"
Snapping from his thoughts, he took one hesitant glance at the young skater that had saved his life. He had done this. He had put Bam in the position he was currently in. As if on instinct, he bent over and reached out his hand. Just when he was mere centimeteres away, a havy body barreled into him, throwing his body violently to the side. Ville landed on the floor roughly, thin bones rattling as he tried to wrestle Linde off of him.
"What the Hell were you thinking, Ville?!" The vampire tried to push himself up, but two strong arms, much stronger than his own, shoved him back down. A well aimed fist jumped out at him then, landing squarely on Ville's jaw. Ville clenched his eyes shut as he grit his teeth in pain.
"Why the fuck do you care anyway, Lily?"
The blonde's grip on Ville's shoulders didn't lesson as he leaned in close to the vampire's ear. "Because you're killing yourself, Ville." he whispered. "You're killing him."
"You think I don't fucking realize that, dammit?!" Ville shouted suddenly, a burst of energy allowing him to throw the blonde off of him in one easy motion. He quickly stood, his height growing to match that of Linde's. "You don't think I look around every fucking night and realize what I've done?! Well you're fucking wrong. I know what I've done, and I know that there is no repentance for my sins, Lily. But who are you to judge?"
Linde was silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. His rage was briefly clouded by the stinging words that left Ville's lips but he quickly recovered, his eyes turning to stone as he pushed himself forward. "Who am I to judge?! I'll tell you who, Ville! I've been around you for the better part of my life, and if there's one thing I've learned it's this: you are nothing more than a selfish bastard! A thousand seasons will come and go, but you will always be the same fucker that you are now!"
The words stung more than the sun ever could. Stumbling backwards, Ville nearly jumped out of his skin when a shaking hand wrapped itself around his ankle. He kicked the rogue apendage away in his rage, blindly turning around and coming face to face with fearful blue eyes.
"V-Ville, what is he talking about?" The words were so innocent to Ville's ears, so heartwrenchingly innocent. The skater cast him a weary smile, his eyes fluttering with the strain of the simple movement. "I don't think you're an asshole."
Ville panicked. This wasn't supposed to be happening. This...this feeling was not supposed to be rearing its ugly head at him. He had killed the beast years ago, but now it was back, tormenting his thoughts as he backed into the table he was lying on moments before. The innocence in Bam's tearful eyes was causing him pain.
"No..." he breathed, barely audible, flashes of memories past ghosting before his eyes. He sank to the floor and was greeted with the wet warmth of the boy's blood. Abhored, he jerked away, but a shaking hand grasped his own.
He was afraid to look, afraid to peer into that sickeningly pure face one more time. Ville felt the oxygen rip its way from his lungs, catching dangerously in his throat as he tried to speak. The grip tightened comfortingly, and it was then that Ville felt a single tear slide down his cheek and gather at the base of his chin. It dangled there precariously before falling to the floor, landing amidst the crimson blood with a slight splash.
The grasp grew weak in his hand, gravity pulling it back toward the hard-pressed earth. Ville swallowed around the lump in his throat, finally bringing his eyes to Bam's. Only three words left his lips, "I'm so sorry."
The next words from Bam's lips earned a sob from Ville's. "For what?" Ville looked away from Bam's pleading, trusting eyes. He saw Linde standing darkly in the corner, but found no sympathy in his gaze. The weak tug on his wrist was back. "I...I think...I'm dying..."
The words struck a chord within Ville, a chord that he had thought was snapped ages ago. He doubled over quickly, moving on hands and knees accross the blood littlered floor until he was by Bam's side, desperately clutching the skater's shaking hand within his own. "You're not going to die, you hear me?"
Ville wasn't sure if he believed his own words, but at that moment he didn't care. What mattered was that they were spoken, tangible proof that that he wasn't going to let this Bam slip from his grasp again. Bam's eyes startled as he tried to say something, but the only noise that escaped his lips was a low gurgle. This panicked Ville even more, the thought that he had let this poor soul go to waste killing him inside.
"Ville, back the fuck off, he needs help," the voice wasn't the one Ville was expecting.
"No, Linde, you back the fuck off." Ville growled, moving for Bam once more. For the third time in the space of ten minutes, he felt strong arms around his waist, physically lifting him from the floor and bodily throwing him across the room into the nearest wall.
"Fuck you Ville, you'd probably kill him if you tried to save him, asshole." Linde growled, his cheeks pink out of anger. He gathered an extremely bloody Bam into his arms and carried him out of the room, leaving a shaken Ville crumpled against the wall. A single tear escaped again fiery eyes, as he watched one of his closest friends carry away his literal savior.
"He loves you too much, Ville!"
"That's nice...I don't love him."
The cold words stung and mocked him, silently bringing the vampire into heaving sobs. 'How could I have said something like that?' Ville thought bitterly, reaching up to wipe the salty tears from his lips. He brought his hand away, and there was blood on it.
"I'm a monster." Ville whispered out loud, his voice breaking as he heard a low moan of pain from the nearby room that he knew Linde and Bam were in.
His eyes looked dully on the room, not really seeing. There was blood everywhere, a large pool on the floor and table where Bam had been. The discarded silver dagger caught his eye, fallen like a bright star underneath the table, still wet blood coating its tip.
Ville eyed it, reaching out for it, closing his fingers around the blade and revelling in the pain he felt as it cut into his skin.
"A monster.." he repeated, twirling the intricate blade between delicate fingers, a sob escaping his blood stained lips as he saw the skin on his palm had fully healed over. He heard a frustrated scream from Linde, and gripped the dagger tighter. Bam was going to die...for him. And he had said that he didn't love him.
The worst possible hurt...after such sacrifice. Ville sniffled, watching as his own darker blood fell from where the dagger had danced across his flesh.
A voice rang through his mind, not that of Bam's, but a far older memory.
"Vampires are naturally timeless. We stand alone in darkness, facing all eternity, nothing but the sun holding us back. But there is one thing, one weakness we vampires have. Should the burden of loneliness become too great...the bearer of our curse too weak...a vampire may take his own life, forsaking his immortality, ending all things. Disgrace shall fall upon this individual, it's what we'd call a mortal sin. The deepest circles of Hell...a far worse Hell than our human counterparts are led to through their sins...the deepest circles of Hell are reserved for cowards. Once you commit such a traitorous and shameful act; there is no going back. To be Damned among the living is one thing. To be Damned alone, facing nothing but your own thoughts and nightmares is far worse a fate, the death you'd welcomed at the beginning the ink on the contract of your soul. We are truly alone in this world..."
The memory of a long ago lecture faded as Ville heard another weak cry from the bathroom containing Bam.
"I deserve to die...I deserve that fate." Ville whispered, running a cold finger along the equally cold blade. "I deserve to face Hell alone..."
Trembling violently, Ville raised the dagger, watching it twinkle mockingly in the firelight. Tears were pouring down his beautiful face, mixing with the blood on his lips. "And to that mortal sin, I commit my soul." Ville whispered, his voice breaking as he tilted his head up, the point of the blade resting just beneath his Adam's apple. "Bam, forgive me..."
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Bum Bum Bum...
I know, I know, we're evil. But what are you gonna' do about it?
*evil grin*