"Shadow Passion" Chapter 18 Part I
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
Links behind the cut.
WARNING: This chapter is looooooong. So long in fact, that it had to be split into two sepearte parts. It contains everything from pointless humour, rough sex, and bloodplay. You have been warned.
Chapter Eighteen
Ville watched, stunned, as Bam stormed out of the small bathroom. He slightly registered his body falling into the loveseat, knees giving out. He felt the seemingly ever-present sense of tears welling up in his eyes again, but with an indignant sniffle he regained his composure. He wasn't going to cry. Not again. To his right, Linde was staring at the now empty space on the loveseat where Bam had been, a confident look of satisfaction across his face.
Anger flared inside Ville when he caught the blondes smirk. "Are you fucking happy now?" he barely whispered, but the venom was still evident in his voice. He ran an angry hand through his tousled hair, purposefully yanking on a few strands in frustration. His hand moved to rub over his closed eyelids, once more urging the tears to stop flowing. "What the hell am I supposed to do now, you fucking asshole…?"
Linde stood there for a moment, the anger still shining in his eyes, before he spoke, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. "Why it my problem? You're the one that fucked this up, you, the all mighty ebephiliacal vampire overlord--"
"Me?! How the hell did I fuck this up? If it wasn't for you mouthing off shit that you shouldn't have, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place, dammit!" Ville cut him off angrily, his ego clouding over the facts.
"We?," the blonde laughed harshly. "Who said anything about a 'we'?" Linde scoffed. "You're alone on this one, Valo."
Even if he hadn't meant it to, that sentence brought up a bout of painful images for Ville, striking a chord.
"I can't fucking deal with this right now, Lilly," Ville mumbled after a minute, a heavy sigh resting between each word. He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, hunter green orbs blocking out the rest of the world while he tried to get his thoughts together. With a slight groan, he opened them slowly, peering over to the still angry blonde. "I have to go get him." He muttered more to himself than the seething firetruck-red toaster that was Linde.
"No fucking shit, bright bulb you are." another laugh. "But what are you going to lie--Oh, I mean say to him, huh? Did you think about that one? I doubt he'll listen to a pretentious prick like you."
"Fucking enough, Linde!" Ville growled, standing up abruptly, facing the door. He stood there for the longest time, shoulders hunched and shaking with silent rage, a single, silent tear dripping down his cheek, before taking the first step forward. When he passed over the threshold, sure that the blonde couldn't see his face, Ville called over his shoulder:
"I'd rather waste my time in trying to talk to the man I love, than spend a second longer in this room with a fucking Barbie bitch like you."
With that said, Ville stalked out of the bathroom where so much had gone wrong in so little time. He paused outside the door, waiting for Linde to come storming out after him. Nothing. That last remark had left him rather speechless, total silence issued from the other side of the wall.
Smirking, he stepped away from the door, when a disgruntled yell came faintly from the bathroom.
"Fucking BARBIE?!"
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Bam wasn't exactly sure where he was going, all he knew was that he had to get the hell away from that damned bathroom. Away from that fucking vampire. Away from...everything. He sprinted down one of the many hallways in the loft, realizing that this was becoming a re-occurring incident with him.
He passed open rooms that would have otherwise sparked his interest but now just kept him running; magnificent murals on hand-painted walls that were supposed to captivate his imagination but only made his heart race with anger. The plush carpeting muted his bare footsteps and, for once, he was thankful that he didn't have his shoes on.
'I can't believe I fell for his lies,' he thought angrily, swiping away a stray tear that managed to spill down his cheek. He half expected a cocky response to float through his mind, and when none came Bam realized that it actually hurt. It hurt thinking that he could have just severed some special bond that not many people share. 'A bond based on lies,' he quickly reminded himself. Trying to block out the pain and the tears that wanted to come out, he went on.
'I have to forget him...' the skater thought subconsciously.
He picked up his pace down the hallway that seemed to stretch forever, suddenly noticing that he had no clue where he was. Bam came to a halt, peering into one of the adjacent rooms for some kind of answer. It was another foyer, again lined with books and old furniture, but it provided no key as to where the hell he was. Letting out a frustrated groan, he turned around and began sprinting back in the direction he came from. He wasn't about to get himself more lost than he already was and it seemed that going back was his only option.
On his sprinted trip backwards, he passed a door he recognized; the door to the bedroom. An agonizing chill ran down his spine. Memories flashed before the skater's eyes, images that he was trying in vain to rid himself of. He wanted to scream, hit something; he wanted to bash Ville's skull in with a lead pipe.
"Damn..." he whispered, for as much as he tried to bring himself to hate the vampire, his affection for him was still there. The connection was too strong. Gripping his eyes closed, Bam tried to remember the way to the front door. He felt his legs shaking with frustration, small beads of sweat lining his forehead as it scrunched up in concentration. He got the distinct impression of sitting in math class with a hangover and a year's worth of bad studying.
"Fuck it," he mumbled quickly, turning around as fast as he could and booking it back into the hallway. This time he turned left, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he came upon the main vestibule, all thoughts of love cleared from his mind. The main door was just around that corner, not ten feet before him. Picking up his pace, Bam pushed himself as fast as he could around the corner...and right into a wall.
'Wait? A wall? There shouldn't be a wall there...'
Rubbing his head and sitting up from the place he had fallen, Bam's eyes traveled heavenward. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of viciously tight, black leather pants. A gulp rested heavily in his throat as his gaze trailed up the toned legs, over a stark beautiful tattoo, to a naked chest, before coming face-to-face with the green eyed vampire himself.
Face void of emotion, eyes glittering, Ville extended a pale hand to Bam, to help him from the floor.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Bam shouted immediately, looking at the hand in disgust, and pushed himself up. He could care less that he hadn't excused himself for running straight into Ville.
"What do you mean, 'what are you doing here'? Of course I came after you, because I ca--" Ville said slowly, his chin cocking up slightly as he peered down at Bam.
"Whatever, I'm done caring," Bam cut him off. He moved to push past Ville, but the vampire quickly blocked his path. "Fucking move, Ville. I'm not going to ask again."
"You didn't ask in the first place," Ville smirked, waggling a playful finger in the skater's face. "Tell me: where exactly do you think you're going, dear boy?"
Bam ignored the question, instead opting for physically shoving Ville backwards. The vampire stumbled but quickly regained his composure, a scowl on his lips. Finally, Bam asked, angered, "How the hell can you be so calm after what just happened back there?"
"Years of practice, I suppose," Ville shrugged, continuing the cocky front, when inside, he was screaming.
"Well good for you, because I'm still fucking pissed!" Bam shouted, his anger rising even more as he once again shoved Ville backwards. This time he fell, the doorknob behind him jamming into his spine painfully.
"Vittujen kevät," a low hiss escaped Ville's throat as he pushed himself up, his hand gripping his back to soothe the pain there.
"What was that?" The question was simple, the anger seemingly gone from Bam's voice as he spoke up. When Ville didn't answer him right away, Bam continued forward, the anger steadily rising back to place. "What the hell did you just say?"
"What? God Damn?" Ville asked, honestly confused for a millisecond. He knew that Bam was venting in the only way he could. Not everyone could mask his or her true feelings like Ville did. 'Perhaps it's best that way, look at me,' he thought vaguely.
"See, I don't even know what fucking country you're from!" Bam growled, frustration building in his chest as his hand snaked up and tangled itself in his hair. "God, what the hell do you expect me to think, Ville? Is that even your real name?"
"Like you're one to talk, Bam," Ville taunted angrily.
"You're like a fucking child! Now move out of my way before I move you myself!" Bam screamed out of pure frustration. Ville saw it in his eyes. Foolishly ignoring the blatant warning, he responded.
"You dare call me a child?" He snarled, looking down at Bam, his lip slightly curling.
That had done it. The last straw broken, Bam once again attempted to shove his way past the vampire. But this time Ville saw the move coming, and blocked Bam with his body, the skater bumping into his chest. Before Bam could move, Ville snaked his arms around the boy's waist, pulling him to him sharply.
Bam squirmed, but the vampire's grip was too strong.
"Let. The. Fuck. Go." He hissed, accentuating each word with an attempt at freedom.
"No." Ville stated simply, tightening his grasp, their bodies now flush together. Bam let out a yell of frustration as his continued squirming proved fruitless.
"Now."
"I don't really think you're in the position to make threats, dear Bammi." Ville whispered into his ear, letting his lips linger longer than they should have. Bam stilled, rigid in the vampire's arms.
"Don't call me that." Bam said quietly, and Ville was surprised at the pain in the skater's voice. The vampire's grip lessened somewhat, and he could see Bam's face. He was refusing to meet his eyes.
"Bam, look at me." Ville said softly, silently begging for the boy to listen.
The last ounce of belief that Bam had in Ville was used then, as he shakily raised his gaze to meet Ville's, tears evident in his eyes. Ville's breath hitched in his chest, and he brought an arm from around the boy's waist to cup his chin. Bam flinched, but didn't attempt to get away.
"I wasn't lying before, Bam." Ville whispered gently, looking Bam directly in the eyes.
"How can I believe you, Ville?" he said in an equal whisper, returning the gaze. The will for Ville to make him believe again was overtaking Bam.
"I love you, Bam." Ville said softly, shock spreading across his pale features at the realization of what he'd said.
"W-what?" Bam stammered, eyes never leaving the vampire's.
"I love you." Ville said, quicker, all hesitation gone now, tears visible in his eyes, making them sparkle like real emeralds. 'Please believe me...' he thought, momentarily forgetting that Bam could hear him.
The tears Bam had been holding back fell, as he tilted his head upwards, straining to meet Ville's lips with his own. Ville laughed choppily, his own tears spilling out of his eyes as he leant down, bringing his lips to Bam's. Ville began to kiss him tenderly, gently nipping at the skater's lower lip--
And that's when it happened. An image shot out of nowhere, quickly flashing before both of their eyes like a lightning bolt: a bed, chains, broken glass, blood...blood everywhere. A slight, but powerfully menacing voice, conducted the whole play.
'I know where you are, Ville. Don't think you can run from me. You are mine, and always will be.'
Just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Ville jumped backwards, clutching his chest as the wave of shock washed over him. Wide, frightened green eyes shot to Bam, who was standing there equally shocked.
"W-What the fuck was that?" Bam finally asked, his eyes darting around the room fearfully for a source to the voice. His face was flushed, a slight dazed grin still on his face from the confession Ville had made moments before. 'But that voice...' It sounded so familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it...
"You weren't supposed to see that," Ville mumbled suddenly, turning around as if looking for an answer himself. When he finally faced Bam again, his face was grave, sullen. "It...it must have been because I was...we were..." The vampire seemed lost in his own thoughts, distracted. Then he looked up, a horrified expression on his face.
Bam followed the vampire's gaze, turning around to see what he was staring at. A painting hung in a frame, the same strange symbol that he'd seen in the letter, so long ago. It looked ancient. Bam whipped back around, looking at Ville; all of his demeanor was shouting 'terrified.' Bam spoke, hurriedly, "You still didn't answer my question. What the hell was that?"
"Jyrki." That one name, growled, was all Bam needed to know. Ville shoved past him then, not bothering to block the door any more. Just when Bam was going to turn around, Ville called, "We have to get out of here."
"Wait, I thought you guys were just arguing," Bam paused, a confused look crossing his features as he watched Ville come to a halt further down the hallway. "What the fuck crawled up his ass and died?"
Without answering the question, Ville turned around and walked back to Bam. He grabbed the skater's hand in his own visibly shaking one, and practically dragged the skater down the hall. Bam noticed that the grip was unusually tight, spidery fingers curling around his own callused ones and digging into the flesh of his palm. He could tell that Ville was making a conscious effort to keep his pace languid so Bam could keep up, his movements seemingly forced and not nearly as smooth as usual. Bam briefly wondered if this speed was unnatural for the vampire, but had no time to dwell on the situation.
What seemed like a slow walk to Ville felt like a full-out run to Bam. Bam was surprised by how easily they found their way back to the bedroom, only rounding a few corners and darting between a handful of rooms before reaching their destination. Linde could still be heard in the bathroom, shouting random obscenities in a language Bam couldn't speak, and loudly cleaning up the mess that was made during their small tryst. Ville didn't seem bothered by this, though, for he moved straight to a large, ox blood wardrobe and began throwing clothes onto the bed.
Bam stood there, bewildered, for the longest moment before moving to collect the empty suitcase that was still propped on the bedsheets. He continued to scoop the discarded clothes into the case, his mind racing but surprisingly void of thought all at the same time, until Linde stormed into the room. His face was still flushed with anger, a large clump of blonde hair spilling from the haphazard bun upon his head.
"Goddammit Ville, fucking Barbie?" Bam realized that he must have missed out on a vital part of this conversation, because he had absolutely no clue what was going on.
"Not right now, Linde," Ville growled, not bothering to turn around and face the blonde as he continued to throw clothes over his shoulder and onto the bed. "We're fucking leaving tonight, so you might want to pack your shit."
Bam watched as Linde stood there for a long moment, his back rigid as he took in the room around him. The anger seemed to melt from the blonde's face in an instant, quickly being replaced by deep understanding. Ville paused in his actions to cast a desperate, needy look in Linde's direction, and Bam could clearly see a conversation being played out silently between the two. After a pause, Linde nodded and turned to leave, a concerned look plastered across his face. He knew more than he originally let on, of this Bam was sure. Something definitely wasn't right.
Ville grunted something under his breath, but he was still hidden by the large wardrobe door and concealed from Bam's sight. Almost instantly, an oversized pair of pants and a plain black T-shirt were thrust in the skater's direction.
"Throw those on for now, we can get you new clothes later," Ville commented offhandedly, rushing around the room in search for something. Bam turned his eyes away, facing the wall as he gingerly unwrapped the towel and let it pool at his feet. He slipped into the clothes as quickly as possible, briefly wondering why Ville had something that fit him in his wardrobe, before turning back around to find the elusive vampire.
Suddenly Ville jumped forward, zipping the suitcase shut and wrenching it off the bed. Before he had the chance to rush from the room, Bam placed a comforting hand on the vampire's shoulder and held him in place.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" He asked, swallowing around the lump in his throat and forcing his voice to remain steady despite the fear that was gnawing at his insides.
"Not right now," Ville mumbled, a panicked, frightened look in his eyes. He clenched his eyes shut, a tremor running through his body as a horrified breath hitched in his throat. When he opened them again, Bam could have sworn he saw tears in his eyes. "I'll explain later, right now we need to leave."
Bam didn't say anything as Ville ran from the room, but he made sure to snake his hand around the vampire's before they got separated. Ville didn't seem to mind; in fact, Bam was positive he felt him squeeze his hand reassuringly.
He hated Jyrki for ruining their moment. He would be damned if he lost it through Ville's terror. He hardly knew the vampire, and yet, the love inside him was burning so strong it pained him to see the utter fear emanating from his being.
Linde was waiting for them by the main door, a small charcoal duffel bag hooked over his shoulder and a red pair of untied Chuck Taylor's dangling off his feet. He cast Ville another solemn nod, before ushering them out the door and into the parking garage. A small hope flared within Bam as he was once again confronted with the army of cars before him, the childish side of him growing giddy at the idea of getting to drive in one.
Ville threw the suitcase down on the ground by the Lambo they sported around in earlier, before reaching in his pocket and pulling out an excessively large key ring.
"We don't need that, I'm taking Chuck." Linde piped up suddenly, a scowl on his face as he snatched the ring from the vampire's grasp.
"What's Chuck?"
"Chuck is my life," Linde grinned, pointing to the end of the long row of cars.
Bam could just barely see the beginnings of a monstrous truck from his position, and as he grew closer a gasp fell from his lips. Standing before him, it's top nearly skimming the ceiling, sat a military grade, five ton M923 Cargo Truck. On the side was the word 'Chuck' painted in large, menacing letters, a 1950's pinup girl with the name Lola in bazooka red text, draped accross the top.
"How the hell did you get your hands on that beast?!" Bam shouted, marveling in the fact that his shoulders were barely level with the top of the tires. He took a quick walk around the truck, not believing what he was seeing. The back was already stocked with a lifetime's worth of supplies, and Bam immediately spotted a dark coffin nestled safely between two large boxes.
"Let's just say I have connections," Linde chuckled.
"I am so not driving in that...that thing." A voice, high pitched and feminine, sounded from behind them. Bam twirled around on his heel to see Ville standing a slight distance away, his arms crossed firmly over his chest and a look of disgust on his face.
"CHUCK IS NOT A THING, DAMMIT!" Silence fell over the large carpark as Linde's resounding voice echoed off each wall, and Bam was surprised that he hadn't set off a car alarm in the process. Almost ready to snigger, Bam cast a look at Linde, his amusement dying when he saw the blonde's "Laugh-and-I-kill-you" stare.
"Woah, woah, woah, calm down Barbie," Ville laughed, jutting forward and reclaiming the key ring. A confident grin spread accross his face as he declared, "If you get to take Chuck, then I get to take Tinkerbelle."
Bam stood there for a second, before saying, "Dare I ask?"
This was a complete turnaround for the normally solemn men. They really shared a passion for cars, didn't they?
"Call me Barbie one more fucking time and I'll--" But he abruptly silenced himself when a girlish squeal cut across the garage.
"You've got to be kidding me..." Bam whispered, amused, as Ville skipped towards an a black 1970 Chevelle SuperSport, complete with fuzzy black and white dice and Tinkerbelle scrawled in silver lettering across the driver's side door.
"Sadly, no, he's more attached to that thing than he is his own balls, I swear." Linde grunted, watching in disgust as the vampire pranced around the car, fondling the handle, before opening the door tenderly, and plunking down in the seat.
Bam had never seen Ville like this before. It was like night and day; Ville's face all lit up and smiling, all former terror gone as he stroked the steering wheel lovingly. He continued to stare, transfixed at the vampire, until he was interrupted.
"He's been dying to drive for ages...hasn't really been up to it though." Linde said, a small, fond smile grudgingly flickering over his features.
"He's like a little kid," Bam commented softly, in awe of the change that'd come over Ville.
"Don't let him hear you say that--"
"Come on Bam, let's go!" Ville called, flamboyantly beeping the horn for emphasis. Bam stared at the car before him for a long time; he had to admit, it was a pretty sweet ride. Ville stuck his head out the driver's side window, grinning from ear to ear, "What are you waiting for?"
With a shrug of his shoulders, Bam moved around to the passenger's door and climbed in, the flawless leather squeaking slightly as he sat down. The fuzzy dice jangled together as he slammed the heavy door closed. To his left Ville had his hand on the gearshift, unconsciously running his fingers up and down the smooth base, before the long, artistic fingers curled over the thicker top. Despite the earlier tension, Bam couldn't deny that the movements were incredibly hot.
"You ready for this shit?" Ville grinned, not waiting for a response before he turned the ignition and the car purred to life. It was the most beautiful sound Bam had ever heard, and one of the loudest. That is, until Linde started Chuck up. The tires squealed as Ville quickly pulled out of the lot, a plume of burnt rubber rising into the air behind them. Bam found himself gripping the leather seats as they blew past the entrance to the parking garage. "You have nothing to worry about, I'm a great driver."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Bam laughed lightly, white knuckled fingers still clutching the seat. Through the rearview mirror he saw Linde pull out behind them, the massive truck practically taking up two whole lanes. "That so can't be legal..."
"Legal?" Ville asked, his eyebrow arching and a smile playing on his lips as he peered at Bam from the corner of his eye. "What are the cops going to do to us?"
"Good point," Bam smiled back, but the seriousness in Ville's eyes told him that the vampire wasn't joking. He decided to let the subject drop as Ville coasted between the cars, flying at speeds that Bam didn't think were possible. And he thought Linde was a crazy driver...
"Linde ain't got shit on me," Ville laughed, horribly impersonating a Samuel L. Jackson accent. Bam just shook his head and faced the window, watching the buildings zip passed them and a mind-boggling speed. As the car quickly veered off onto I-95 South, Bam once again found himself gripping the seats.
He was briefly worried that Linde wouldn't be able to keep up in the monstrous truck he was driving, but each time Bam turned around it was right there behind them. It was almost comforting to know that something as large as that had their back. Bam bet forward, his fingers fumbling with the dashboard as he tried to find a CD player. When he only came up with an out-of-date radio, a groan left his lips and he leaned back into the seat.
"Don't you have a CD player in this thing?" Bam whined, realizing that this was going to be a very, very long trip.
"This car was built before CD players, Bam," Ville answered shortly after, his eyes still trained on the road ahead of him.
"You know you could've had one installed, right?" The question was a little cocky, but Bam didn't care. When it came to sitting in a car for long, tedious hours without good music, he was prepared to throw a bitch fit.
"No, I have something much better than a CD player," Ville grinned, and at Bam's confused look he continued. "I have a CB Radio!"
"Like the one's in Big Rigs?" Bam asked, still very much confused. There was something twisted about the vampire's sense of humor that he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Why in the hell would you want that?"
Ville only supplied one word as his answer: "Watch."
Before Bam could question him, Ville doubled over and began fiddling with something beneath the glove compartment, his eyes dangerously hidden from the road. Bam's hand once more went back to gripping the seat as the car slowly made it's way into the other lane, barely missing the bumper of a large SUV. With a triumphant 'ah-ha!', Ville sat upright, a large smile plastered on his face.
A short silence filled the cabin before static filtered in through the speakers. Again Bam opened his mouth to ask a question, but he was cut off by the sound of loud, gruff singing.
"OH MY CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG, CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG LOVES ME TOO!"
"Is that...a trucker...singing?" Bam asked, a sharp laugh leaving his lips.
Ville didn't answer him, instead he picked up the radio's handle and spoke politely, "Linde, darling?"
Bam's eyes grew wide as an embarrassed cough came from the speakers before Linde's voice piped up. "You so didn't just hear that..."
Both Bam and Ville let out a laugh in unison, wide smiles crossing their lips as they cast eachother friendly glances. Bam turned around slightly in his seat, offering Linde a mocking wave through the back window and laughing when the blonde flipped him off.
Bam turned back around in his seat, realizing for the first time that he was actually enjoying himself. The argument earlier was the last thing on his mind, and right then he couldn't have been happier. His eyes drifted over the interior of the car, taking in every magnificently cared for detail before resting on the gearshift. Despite the leisurely stance Ville was sitting in, Bam noticed that he was gripping the stick shift as if for dear life. Taking a deep breath, he moved his hand to rest atop the vampire's, warm flesh meeting deathly cold.
Ville's head snapped sideways when their hands touched, his eyes boring holes into Bam's. The skater thought Ville was about to explode again, but instead he just smiled, lifting his hand slightly and entangling their fingers together. Bam offered up a slight nod of appreciation, knowing that it was more for Ville than it was himself, and brought his eyes back to the road. Their hands remained like that as they sped down the highway, once again weaving between cars and flying thirty miles over the speed limit. But this time, it didn't bother Bam one bit.
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This is just the first half, folks. The next part shall be posted in about...oh...five minutes. ^_^
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
Links behind the cut.
WARNING: This chapter is looooooong. So long in fact, that it had to be split into two sepearte parts. It contains everything from pointless humour, rough sex, and bloodplay. You have been warned.
Chapter Eighteen
Ville watched, stunned, as Bam stormed out of the small bathroom. He slightly registered his body falling into the loveseat, knees giving out. He felt the seemingly ever-present sense of tears welling up in his eyes again, but with an indignant sniffle he regained his composure. He wasn't going to cry. Not again. To his right, Linde was staring at the now empty space on the loveseat where Bam had been, a confident look of satisfaction across his face.
Anger flared inside Ville when he caught the blondes smirk. "Are you fucking happy now?" he barely whispered, but the venom was still evident in his voice. He ran an angry hand through his tousled hair, purposefully yanking on a few strands in frustration. His hand moved to rub over his closed eyelids, once more urging the tears to stop flowing. "What the hell am I supposed to do now, you fucking asshole…?"
Linde stood there for a moment, the anger still shining in his eyes, before he spoke, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. "Why it my problem? You're the one that fucked this up, you, the all mighty ebephiliacal vampire overlord--"
"Me?! How the hell did I fuck this up? If it wasn't for you mouthing off shit that you shouldn't have, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place, dammit!" Ville cut him off angrily, his ego clouding over the facts.
"We?," the blonde laughed harshly. "Who said anything about a 'we'?" Linde scoffed. "You're alone on this one, Valo."
Even if he hadn't meant it to, that sentence brought up a bout of painful images for Ville, striking a chord.
"I can't fucking deal with this right now, Lilly," Ville mumbled after a minute, a heavy sigh resting between each word. He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, hunter green orbs blocking out the rest of the world while he tried to get his thoughts together. With a slight groan, he opened them slowly, peering over to the still angry blonde. "I have to go get him." He muttered more to himself than the seething firetruck-red toaster that was Linde.
"No fucking shit, bright bulb you are." another laugh. "But what are you going to lie--Oh, I mean say to him, huh? Did you think about that one? I doubt he'll listen to a pretentious prick like you."
"Fucking enough, Linde!" Ville growled, standing up abruptly, facing the door. He stood there for the longest time, shoulders hunched and shaking with silent rage, a single, silent tear dripping down his cheek, before taking the first step forward. When he passed over the threshold, sure that the blonde couldn't see his face, Ville called over his shoulder:
"I'd rather waste my time in trying to talk to the man I love, than spend a second longer in this room with a fucking Barbie bitch like you."
With that said, Ville stalked out of the bathroom where so much had gone wrong in so little time. He paused outside the door, waiting for Linde to come storming out after him. Nothing. That last remark had left him rather speechless, total silence issued from the other side of the wall.
Smirking, he stepped away from the door, when a disgruntled yell came faintly from the bathroom.
"Fucking BARBIE?!"
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Bam wasn't exactly sure where he was going, all he knew was that he had to get the hell away from that damned bathroom. Away from that fucking vampire. Away from...everything. He sprinted down one of the many hallways in the loft, realizing that this was becoming a re-occurring incident with him.
He passed open rooms that would have otherwise sparked his interest but now just kept him running; magnificent murals on hand-painted walls that were supposed to captivate his imagination but only made his heart race with anger. The plush carpeting muted his bare footsteps and, for once, he was thankful that he didn't have his shoes on.
'I can't believe I fell for his lies,' he thought angrily, swiping away a stray tear that managed to spill down his cheek. He half expected a cocky response to float through his mind, and when none came Bam realized that it actually hurt. It hurt thinking that he could have just severed some special bond that not many people share. 'A bond based on lies,' he quickly reminded himself. Trying to block out the pain and the tears that wanted to come out, he went on.
'I have to forget him...' the skater thought subconsciously.
He picked up his pace down the hallway that seemed to stretch forever, suddenly noticing that he had no clue where he was. Bam came to a halt, peering into one of the adjacent rooms for some kind of answer. It was another foyer, again lined with books and old furniture, but it provided no key as to where the hell he was. Letting out a frustrated groan, he turned around and began sprinting back in the direction he came from. He wasn't about to get himself more lost than he already was and it seemed that going back was his only option.
On his sprinted trip backwards, he passed a door he recognized; the door to the bedroom. An agonizing chill ran down his spine. Memories flashed before the skater's eyes, images that he was trying in vain to rid himself of. He wanted to scream, hit something; he wanted to bash Ville's skull in with a lead pipe.
"Damn..." he whispered, for as much as he tried to bring himself to hate the vampire, his affection for him was still there. The connection was too strong. Gripping his eyes closed, Bam tried to remember the way to the front door. He felt his legs shaking with frustration, small beads of sweat lining his forehead as it scrunched up in concentration. He got the distinct impression of sitting in math class with a hangover and a year's worth of bad studying.
"Fuck it," he mumbled quickly, turning around as fast as he could and booking it back into the hallway. This time he turned left, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he came upon the main vestibule, all thoughts of love cleared from his mind. The main door was just around that corner, not ten feet before him. Picking up his pace, Bam pushed himself as fast as he could around the corner...and right into a wall.
'Wait? A wall? There shouldn't be a wall there...'
Rubbing his head and sitting up from the place he had fallen, Bam's eyes traveled heavenward. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of viciously tight, black leather pants. A gulp rested heavily in his throat as his gaze trailed up the toned legs, over a stark beautiful tattoo, to a naked chest, before coming face-to-face with the green eyed vampire himself.
Face void of emotion, eyes glittering, Ville extended a pale hand to Bam, to help him from the floor.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Bam shouted immediately, looking at the hand in disgust, and pushed himself up. He could care less that he hadn't excused himself for running straight into Ville.
"What do you mean, 'what are you doing here'? Of course I came after you, because I ca--" Ville said slowly, his chin cocking up slightly as he peered down at Bam.
"Whatever, I'm done caring," Bam cut him off. He moved to push past Ville, but the vampire quickly blocked his path. "Fucking move, Ville. I'm not going to ask again."
"You didn't ask in the first place," Ville smirked, waggling a playful finger in the skater's face. "Tell me: where exactly do you think you're going, dear boy?"
Bam ignored the question, instead opting for physically shoving Ville backwards. The vampire stumbled but quickly regained his composure, a scowl on his lips. Finally, Bam asked, angered, "How the hell can you be so calm after what just happened back there?"
"Years of practice, I suppose," Ville shrugged, continuing the cocky front, when inside, he was screaming.
"Well good for you, because I'm still fucking pissed!" Bam shouted, his anger rising even more as he once again shoved Ville backwards. This time he fell, the doorknob behind him jamming into his spine painfully.
"Vittujen kevät," a low hiss escaped Ville's throat as he pushed himself up, his hand gripping his back to soothe the pain there.
"What was that?" The question was simple, the anger seemingly gone from Bam's voice as he spoke up. When Ville didn't answer him right away, Bam continued forward, the anger steadily rising back to place. "What the hell did you just say?"
"What? God Damn?" Ville asked, honestly confused for a millisecond. He knew that Bam was venting in the only way he could. Not everyone could mask his or her true feelings like Ville did. 'Perhaps it's best that way, look at me,' he thought vaguely.
"See, I don't even know what fucking country you're from!" Bam growled, frustration building in his chest as his hand snaked up and tangled itself in his hair. "God, what the hell do you expect me to think, Ville? Is that even your real name?"
"Like you're one to talk, Bam," Ville taunted angrily.
"You're like a fucking child! Now move out of my way before I move you myself!" Bam screamed out of pure frustration. Ville saw it in his eyes. Foolishly ignoring the blatant warning, he responded.
"You dare call me a child?" He snarled, looking down at Bam, his lip slightly curling.
That had done it. The last straw broken, Bam once again attempted to shove his way past the vampire. But this time Ville saw the move coming, and blocked Bam with his body, the skater bumping into his chest. Before Bam could move, Ville snaked his arms around the boy's waist, pulling him to him sharply.
Bam squirmed, but the vampire's grip was too strong.
"Let. The. Fuck. Go." He hissed, accentuating each word with an attempt at freedom.
"No." Ville stated simply, tightening his grasp, their bodies now flush together. Bam let out a yell of frustration as his continued squirming proved fruitless.
"Now."
"I don't really think you're in the position to make threats, dear Bammi." Ville whispered into his ear, letting his lips linger longer than they should have. Bam stilled, rigid in the vampire's arms.
"Don't call me that." Bam said quietly, and Ville was surprised at the pain in the skater's voice. The vampire's grip lessened somewhat, and he could see Bam's face. He was refusing to meet his eyes.
"Bam, look at me." Ville said softly, silently begging for the boy to listen.
The last ounce of belief that Bam had in Ville was used then, as he shakily raised his gaze to meet Ville's, tears evident in his eyes. Ville's breath hitched in his chest, and he brought an arm from around the boy's waist to cup his chin. Bam flinched, but didn't attempt to get away.
"I wasn't lying before, Bam." Ville whispered gently, looking Bam directly in the eyes.
"How can I believe you, Ville?" he said in an equal whisper, returning the gaze. The will for Ville to make him believe again was overtaking Bam.
"I love you, Bam." Ville said softly, shock spreading across his pale features at the realization of what he'd said.
"W-what?" Bam stammered, eyes never leaving the vampire's.
"I love you." Ville said, quicker, all hesitation gone now, tears visible in his eyes, making them sparkle like real emeralds. 'Please believe me...' he thought, momentarily forgetting that Bam could hear him.
The tears Bam had been holding back fell, as he tilted his head upwards, straining to meet Ville's lips with his own. Ville laughed choppily, his own tears spilling out of his eyes as he leant down, bringing his lips to Bam's. Ville began to kiss him tenderly, gently nipping at the skater's lower lip--
And that's when it happened. An image shot out of nowhere, quickly flashing before both of their eyes like a lightning bolt: a bed, chains, broken glass, blood...blood everywhere. A slight, but powerfully menacing voice, conducted the whole play.
'I know where you are, Ville. Don't think you can run from me. You are mine, and always will be.'
Just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Ville jumped backwards, clutching his chest as the wave of shock washed over him. Wide, frightened green eyes shot to Bam, who was standing there equally shocked.
"W-What the fuck was that?" Bam finally asked, his eyes darting around the room fearfully for a source to the voice. His face was flushed, a slight dazed grin still on his face from the confession Ville had made moments before. 'But that voice...' It sounded so familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it...
"You weren't supposed to see that," Ville mumbled suddenly, turning around as if looking for an answer himself. When he finally faced Bam again, his face was grave, sullen. "It...it must have been because I was...we were..." The vampire seemed lost in his own thoughts, distracted. Then he looked up, a horrified expression on his face.
Bam followed the vampire's gaze, turning around to see what he was staring at. A painting hung in a frame, the same strange symbol that he'd seen in the letter, so long ago. It looked ancient. Bam whipped back around, looking at Ville; all of his demeanor was shouting 'terrified.' Bam spoke, hurriedly, "You still didn't answer my question. What the hell was that?"
"Jyrki." That one name, growled, was all Bam needed to know. Ville shoved past him then, not bothering to block the door any more. Just when Bam was going to turn around, Ville called, "We have to get out of here."
"Wait, I thought you guys were just arguing," Bam paused, a confused look crossing his features as he watched Ville come to a halt further down the hallway. "What the fuck crawled up his ass and died?"
Without answering the question, Ville turned around and walked back to Bam. He grabbed the skater's hand in his own visibly shaking one, and practically dragged the skater down the hall. Bam noticed that the grip was unusually tight, spidery fingers curling around his own callused ones and digging into the flesh of his palm. He could tell that Ville was making a conscious effort to keep his pace languid so Bam could keep up, his movements seemingly forced and not nearly as smooth as usual. Bam briefly wondered if this speed was unnatural for the vampire, but had no time to dwell on the situation.
What seemed like a slow walk to Ville felt like a full-out run to Bam. Bam was surprised by how easily they found their way back to the bedroom, only rounding a few corners and darting between a handful of rooms before reaching their destination. Linde could still be heard in the bathroom, shouting random obscenities in a language Bam couldn't speak, and loudly cleaning up the mess that was made during their small tryst. Ville didn't seem bothered by this, though, for he moved straight to a large, ox blood wardrobe and began throwing clothes onto the bed.
Bam stood there, bewildered, for the longest moment before moving to collect the empty suitcase that was still propped on the bedsheets. He continued to scoop the discarded clothes into the case, his mind racing but surprisingly void of thought all at the same time, until Linde stormed into the room. His face was still flushed with anger, a large clump of blonde hair spilling from the haphazard bun upon his head.
"Goddammit Ville, fucking Barbie?" Bam realized that he must have missed out on a vital part of this conversation, because he had absolutely no clue what was going on.
"Not right now, Linde," Ville growled, not bothering to turn around and face the blonde as he continued to throw clothes over his shoulder and onto the bed. "We're fucking leaving tonight, so you might want to pack your shit."
Bam watched as Linde stood there for a long moment, his back rigid as he took in the room around him. The anger seemed to melt from the blonde's face in an instant, quickly being replaced by deep understanding. Ville paused in his actions to cast a desperate, needy look in Linde's direction, and Bam could clearly see a conversation being played out silently between the two. After a pause, Linde nodded and turned to leave, a concerned look plastered across his face. He knew more than he originally let on, of this Bam was sure. Something definitely wasn't right.
Ville grunted something under his breath, but he was still hidden by the large wardrobe door and concealed from Bam's sight. Almost instantly, an oversized pair of pants and a plain black T-shirt were thrust in the skater's direction.
"Throw those on for now, we can get you new clothes later," Ville commented offhandedly, rushing around the room in search for something. Bam turned his eyes away, facing the wall as he gingerly unwrapped the towel and let it pool at his feet. He slipped into the clothes as quickly as possible, briefly wondering why Ville had something that fit him in his wardrobe, before turning back around to find the elusive vampire.
Suddenly Ville jumped forward, zipping the suitcase shut and wrenching it off the bed. Before he had the chance to rush from the room, Bam placed a comforting hand on the vampire's shoulder and held him in place.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" He asked, swallowing around the lump in his throat and forcing his voice to remain steady despite the fear that was gnawing at his insides.
"Not right now," Ville mumbled, a panicked, frightened look in his eyes. He clenched his eyes shut, a tremor running through his body as a horrified breath hitched in his throat. When he opened them again, Bam could have sworn he saw tears in his eyes. "I'll explain later, right now we need to leave."
Bam didn't say anything as Ville ran from the room, but he made sure to snake his hand around the vampire's before they got separated. Ville didn't seem to mind; in fact, Bam was positive he felt him squeeze his hand reassuringly.
He hated Jyrki for ruining their moment. He would be damned if he lost it through Ville's terror. He hardly knew the vampire, and yet, the love inside him was burning so strong it pained him to see the utter fear emanating from his being.
Linde was waiting for them by the main door, a small charcoal duffel bag hooked over his shoulder and a red pair of untied Chuck Taylor's dangling off his feet. He cast Ville another solemn nod, before ushering them out the door and into the parking garage. A small hope flared within Bam as he was once again confronted with the army of cars before him, the childish side of him growing giddy at the idea of getting to drive in one.
Ville threw the suitcase down on the ground by the Lambo they sported around in earlier, before reaching in his pocket and pulling out an excessively large key ring.
"We don't need that, I'm taking Chuck." Linde piped up suddenly, a scowl on his face as he snatched the ring from the vampire's grasp.
"What's Chuck?"
"Chuck is my life," Linde grinned, pointing to the end of the long row of cars.
Bam could just barely see the beginnings of a monstrous truck from his position, and as he grew closer a gasp fell from his lips. Standing before him, it's top nearly skimming the ceiling, sat a military grade, five ton M923 Cargo Truck. On the side was the word 'Chuck' painted in large, menacing letters, a 1950's pinup girl with the name Lola in bazooka red text, draped accross the top.
"How the hell did you get your hands on that beast?!" Bam shouted, marveling in the fact that his shoulders were barely level with the top of the tires. He took a quick walk around the truck, not believing what he was seeing. The back was already stocked with a lifetime's worth of supplies, and Bam immediately spotted a dark coffin nestled safely between two large boxes.
"Let's just say I have connections," Linde chuckled.
"I am so not driving in that...that thing." A voice, high pitched and feminine, sounded from behind them. Bam twirled around on his heel to see Ville standing a slight distance away, his arms crossed firmly over his chest and a look of disgust on his face.
"CHUCK IS NOT A THING, DAMMIT!" Silence fell over the large carpark as Linde's resounding voice echoed off each wall, and Bam was surprised that he hadn't set off a car alarm in the process. Almost ready to snigger, Bam cast a look at Linde, his amusement dying when he saw the blonde's "Laugh-and-I-kill-you" stare.
"Woah, woah, woah, calm down Barbie," Ville laughed, jutting forward and reclaiming the key ring. A confident grin spread accross his face as he declared, "If you get to take Chuck, then I get to take Tinkerbelle."
Bam stood there for a second, before saying, "Dare I ask?"
This was a complete turnaround for the normally solemn men. They really shared a passion for cars, didn't they?
"Call me Barbie one more fucking time and I'll--" But he abruptly silenced himself when a girlish squeal cut across the garage.
"You've got to be kidding me..." Bam whispered, amused, as Ville skipped towards an a black 1970 Chevelle SuperSport, complete with fuzzy black and white dice and Tinkerbelle scrawled in silver lettering across the driver's side door.
"Sadly, no, he's more attached to that thing than he is his own balls, I swear." Linde grunted, watching in disgust as the vampire pranced around the car, fondling the handle, before opening the door tenderly, and plunking down in the seat.
Bam had never seen Ville like this before. It was like night and day; Ville's face all lit up and smiling, all former terror gone as he stroked the steering wheel lovingly. He continued to stare, transfixed at the vampire, until he was interrupted.
"He's been dying to drive for ages...hasn't really been up to it though." Linde said, a small, fond smile grudgingly flickering over his features.
"He's like a little kid," Bam commented softly, in awe of the change that'd come over Ville.
"Don't let him hear you say that--"
"Come on Bam, let's go!" Ville called, flamboyantly beeping the horn for emphasis. Bam stared at the car before him for a long time; he had to admit, it was a pretty sweet ride. Ville stuck his head out the driver's side window, grinning from ear to ear, "What are you waiting for?"
With a shrug of his shoulders, Bam moved around to the passenger's door and climbed in, the flawless leather squeaking slightly as he sat down. The fuzzy dice jangled together as he slammed the heavy door closed. To his left Ville had his hand on the gearshift, unconsciously running his fingers up and down the smooth base, before the long, artistic fingers curled over the thicker top. Despite the earlier tension, Bam couldn't deny that the movements were incredibly hot.
"You ready for this shit?" Ville grinned, not waiting for a response before he turned the ignition and the car purred to life. It was the most beautiful sound Bam had ever heard, and one of the loudest. That is, until Linde started Chuck up. The tires squealed as Ville quickly pulled out of the lot, a plume of burnt rubber rising into the air behind them. Bam found himself gripping the leather seats as they blew past the entrance to the parking garage. "You have nothing to worry about, I'm a great driver."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Bam laughed lightly, white knuckled fingers still clutching the seat. Through the rearview mirror he saw Linde pull out behind them, the massive truck practically taking up two whole lanes. "That so can't be legal..."
"Legal?" Ville asked, his eyebrow arching and a smile playing on his lips as he peered at Bam from the corner of his eye. "What are the cops going to do to us?"
"Good point," Bam smiled back, but the seriousness in Ville's eyes told him that the vampire wasn't joking. He decided to let the subject drop as Ville coasted between the cars, flying at speeds that Bam didn't think were possible. And he thought Linde was a crazy driver...
"Linde ain't got shit on me," Ville laughed, horribly impersonating a Samuel L. Jackson accent. Bam just shook his head and faced the window, watching the buildings zip passed them and a mind-boggling speed. As the car quickly veered off onto I-95 South, Bam once again found himself gripping the seats.
He was briefly worried that Linde wouldn't be able to keep up in the monstrous truck he was driving, but each time Bam turned around it was right there behind them. It was almost comforting to know that something as large as that had their back. Bam bet forward, his fingers fumbling with the dashboard as he tried to find a CD player. When he only came up with an out-of-date radio, a groan left his lips and he leaned back into the seat.
"Don't you have a CD player in this thing?" Bam whined, realizing that this was going to be a very, very long trip.
"This car was built before CD players, Bam," Ville answered shortly after, his eyes still trained on the road ahead of him.
"You know you could've had one installed, right?" The question was a little cocky, but Bam didn't care. When it came to sitting in a car for long, tedious hours without good music, he was prepared to throw a bitch fit.
"No, I have something much better than a CD player," Ville grinned, and at Bam's confused look he continued. "I have a CB Radio!"
"Like the one's in Big Rigs?" Bam asked, still very much confused. There was something twisted about the vampire's sense of humor that he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Why in the hell would you want that?"
Ville only supplied one word as his answer: "Watch."
Before Bam could question him, Ville doubled over and began fiddling with something beneath the glove compartment, his eyes dangerously hidden from the road. Bam's hand once more went back to gripping the seat as the car slowly made it's way into the other lane, barely missing the bumper of a large SUV. With a triumphant 'ah-ha!', Ville sat upright, a large smile plastered on his face.
A short silence filled the cabin before static filtered in through the speakers. Again Bam opened his mouth to ask a question, but he was cut off by the sound of loud, gruff singing.
"OH MY CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG, CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG LOVES ME TOO!"
"Is that...a trucker...singing?" Bam asked, a sharp laugh leaving his lips.
Ville didn't answer him, instead he picked up the radio's handle and spoke politely, "Linde, darling?"
Bam's eyes grew wide as an embarrassed cough came from the speakers before Linde's voice piped up. "You so didn't just hear that..."
Both Bam and Ville let out a laugh in unison, wide smiles crossing their lips as they cast eachother friendly glances. Bam turned around slightly in his seat, offering Linde a mocking wave through the back window and laughing when the blonde flipped him off.
Bam turned back around in his seat, realizing for the first time that he was actually enjoying himself. The argument earlier was the last thing on his mind, and right then he couldn't have been happier. His eyes drifted over the interior of the car, taking in every magnificently cared for detail before resting on the gearshift. Despite the leisurely stance Ville was sitting in, Bam noticed that he was gripping the stick shift as if for dear life. Taking a deep breath, he moved his hand to rest atop the vampire's, warm flesh meeting deathly cold.
Ville's head snapped sideways when their hands touched, his eyes boring holes into Bam's. The skater thought Ville was about to explode again, but instead he just smiled, lifting his hand slightly and entangling their fingers together. Bam offered up a slight nod of appreciation, knowing that it was more for Ville than it was himself, and brought his eyes back to the road. Their hands remained like that as they sped down the highway, once again weaving between cars and flying thirty miles over the speed limit. But this time, it didn't bother Bam one bit.
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This is just the first half, folks. The next part shall be posted in about...oh...five minutes. ^_^