New story! Kosto
Kosto (Revenge)
By VillesPrincess
Summery: when Ville was 7 years old, he was hit with the trauma of his mother's death. Soon after he is sent away to The Tuoni House, a foster home for orphaned children where he meets Bam. Together the two of them go through a living hell there, fall in love and then end up batteling a demon from his past. * Kisses y’all for being so patient with me *
Paring: Vam (it may take a while to get there, but trust me, it is.)
Length: unknown thusfar
Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy this! I know it’s a bit depressing, but that’s the way I like it.
More next week if you want it :D Comments are Love!
Chapter 1 “Why Can’t I Look?”
“Aiti, Aiti! Ei Aiti!” tears were streaming down the little boy’s face as he clung to his dying mother and looked at the scene before him. They were in the front yard of his little shack of a house. It was dark and cold. Blood-drenched snow covered the ground around them. His mother’s blood.
“Shh. Hush my son. Hush.”
“Ei, Aiti, please!” he begged.
“Ville, my sweet boy. Don’t worry about me. Your little brother needs you. Go to him.”
“But Mama, you…”
“Ville! Do as I tell you! Go take care of you brother, keep him safe.”
Ville sobbed harder as his mother grew weaker, her voice barley above a whisper. He shivered from the cold, but didn’t really feel it. She reached up with a shaky hand and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look into her eyes. “Kulta, you must take care of him. You are all he has left.”
Slowly he nodded his head and brought his tattered sleeve up to his face to dry his tears. It was true that he was all of the family that little Jesse had left. His father had died of pneumonia when Ville was four. His mother had been pregnant with Jesse at the time and nearly died herself from the grief of losing her husband, but she had two little reasons to stay alive. Her sweet little angel Ville and her child soon to come. The only other bit of family they had was his grandmother who had lived in Hungary but had died just a few months ago. Now that his mother was dying, they were utterly alone.
“That’s my good boy,” She smiled softly at him, but the pain in her eyes betrayed her mask of happiness. His little head rested on her chest and he listened to her heartbeat. The sound was erratic and nothing like the steady beat that had given him such comfort when he had awoken from nightmares and sought the comfort of his mother’s arms. The one that had lulled him to sleep every night that he could remember.
No, this scared him. This one told him of death and as he listened to it, it became slower and slower, and then stopped altogether.
Fear gripped his soul when he heard it stop. Fresh tears welled up in his already burning eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He needed to be strong. Carefully he unwrapped his arms from his mother’s body and stood up. Wiping his face once more, he quietly walked into his house and began to look for his brother.
“Jesse? Jesse? Jesse, where are you?”
“Ville?” Jesse whispered from behind the couch. “W-where’s Momma?”
“We have to go.”
“Go where? Where’s Momma? I want Momma!”
He walked over to his crying little brother and opened his arms to him. Jesse ran over to him and clung to him as he sobbed for their mother.
“We have to go. Get your coat and hat.”
“No, no! Ville! I want Momma!”
“I know, Jesse. We are going to go see her, so go get your coat and hat so we can see Momma.” He knew this was a mean thing to do, giving him false hope, but he figured it was the only way he could get him to do as he was told.
Jesse sniffled, “Okei.”
Ville let him go only long enough to stand and then he grabbed his hand and gently led him to the room that they shared.
After getting the things they needed, Ville picked him up and carried him to the front door.
“Okei, now I want you to close your eyes okei?”
Jesse looked confused but nodded his head and did what he was told.
Once Ville made sure that his eyes really were closed, he opened the door and stepped into the fridged air. The cold wind sent chills through his body and he held Jesse closer to him. He walked across the lawn, passing the gruesome sight of his mother, to the street and turned in the general direction of the police station.
Jesse wriggled in his grip impatiently. “Ville, can I open my eyes yet?” he whined.
Ville looked back towards his house and still being able to clearly see the horror of the death scene, he shook his head. “No, not yet.”
“Why? Why can’t I look?”
“Jesse, please, just don’t open your eyes yet.” He begged.
“But why Ville?” He whined again. Receiving no answer he slowly, very slowly began to open his right eye to have a peek at whatever it was Ville didn’t want him to see, but before he could take a proper look, Ville caught him and snapped at him for not listening.
“Ville!”
“Jesse, I told you to keep your eyes shut! If you don’t keep them closed, you won’t be able to see Momma when we get to her!”
“But how will I be able to see her if I can’t open my eyes?”
“You can open your eyes when we get to her, but not before, Okei?”
Jesse nodded and kept his eyes shut. Ville finally turned the corner onto the main road and shifted his brother in his arms. He walked for a few more minutes and then tripped on his shoelace and nearly fell bit caught himself at the last moment and continued on his way. A few moments passed and then Jesse spoke up.
“Uh, Ville?” he asked, sounding very nervous.
“Yeah?”
“Um, are you sure that I won’t be able to see Momma if I open my eyes before we get to her?”
“Yes, now keep them shut.” A few more moments passed and then Ville heard his brother begin to cry.
“Jesse? What’s wrong?”
“I… I opened my eyes!” he sobbed. “I opened them when you tripped! I didn’t mean to Ville! R-really I d-didn’t!”
“Oh, oh Jesse!” Ville said gently as he carefully put him down in front of him.
“W-we can’t s-see M-momma now c-cus I l-looked! I’m s-sorry V-Ville! I didn’t m-me-ean to d-do it!” he stuttered as he cried harder.
“Oh Jess, it’s not your fault.”
“B-but I…”
“Shh, it’s okei.”
“N-no it’s n-not! W-we can’t s-see M-momma now c-cus of me!”