"Shadow Passion" Chapter Four
Title: Shadow Passion
Author: 616hasgotaname
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
Link to "Kiss" and previous chapters behind the cut.
"Kiss"
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Alright people, in this chapter you finally get to meet the elusive vampire himself. ^-^
The weekend rolled by faster than Bam was expecting. Five days blew past him like stock cars on a race track, and for that he was eternally grateful. As he made his way home that Friday afternoon, he was relieved to see Deron’s car parked crookedly in the driveway. Giving the car a friendly kick on his way to the door, Bam wandered inside to find the entire band spread out on the couch.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” he offered as a half-hearted greeting as he walked through the door, throwing his backpack down by the couch before sitting down beside Jess.
“Not too much, show tonight-you coming?” Chad spoke up, stubbing out a spent cigarette on the coffee table. Jess scowled at him and passed him the ashtray.
“Hell yes I’m coming, what do you take me for?” Bam laughed, reaching across the table and grabbing the pack of cigarettes from Chad’s hand. He didn’t smoke often, but certain occasions just called for one.
“Good, because if you weren’t coming we’d have to kick your ass,” Deron joked, lightly punching Bam in the arm. Casual conversation then ensued before Bam crawled up his room to change his clothes before the show.
He glanced at his closet, knowing full well that it was filled to the brim with nothing but skate shirts and baggy pants. Grabbing a pair of old black and white pinstriped Dickies and a faded Iron Maiden shirt, he proceeded to change. As Bam lifted the shirt over his head he got the distinct impression of eyes on him. Taking a quick peek around the room, he rapidly changed clothes and sprinted back down the stairs.
“What the hell’s gotten into you?” Jess laughed as Bam rejoined their little circle, noticing his little brother’s racing breath.
“Nothing,” Bam lied. “Are we leaving or what?”
The guys nodded in unison, each grabbing the few belongings that were scattered around the living room before heading out the door. They piled into Deron’s car, Bam wedged between Jess and a guitar case in the backseat. As they peeled out of the driveway, Deron putting more force on the accelerator than necessary, Bam once more got the feeling that he was being watched-that he was being followed. Whatever had been staring at him before, he knew it would be at the show tonight.
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The bar was a diminutive, grimy hole in the wall on the outskirts of West Chester. On any other night it would be packed with rednecks drinking away their sorrows, but not that night. That night the floor was covered with long haired kids in ratted clothing, jumping around and smashing into their friends as a form of entertainment. The metal kids had driven from all over the state to see this show, and the band was determined to not let them down.
They skipped the main entrance, instead opting to sneak through the back where they could easily drop off all of their equipment. Bam was more than happy to carry a few amps if it meant he could get in to the show for free. Unloading the last of the large Austin Amplifiers, he turned to carry it inside when he bumped into someone, nearly dropping the expensive amp and shattering it against the pavement. Bam backed up quickly, almost as if he had been shocked by the unexpected contact. Peeking around the amp to get a view of his ‘assailant,’ he came face to face with the strange red-headed boy from school.
“Need some help with that?” Dunn asked politely. He didn’t wait for an answer before taking the bulky piece of equipment from his hands.
“I could’ve taken care of it on my own, you know,” Bam pouted defensively, crossing his arms over his chest and following Dunn inside.
“You seem to say that a lot,” he laughed before placing the amp by the others. Dusting his hands off on his haggard jeans, he straightened himself and smiled. “I didn’t know you were into CKY.”
Bam scowled at him and moved to sit on the stage, his back resting against one of power-stacks of amplifiers. “My brother’s the drummer.”
He thought by giving a simple comment he could get the redhead out of his hair, but he thought wrong. “Really? That’s fucking sweet, dude.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Bam answered noncommittally. His eyes moved to scan over the bar, trying to make it obvious to Dunn that he didn’t want him around. It was a small place, split up into two even smaller areas-the stage and the bar. A waist length wall separated the two “rooms” to provide ample viewing pleasure. Bam’s eyes moved to the mediocre stage lights hanging above as Dunn sat down beside him.
“You seem like a really cool person, we should hang out sometime.” Dunn smiled, the facial hair he was trying (and failing) to grow prickling slightly as his jaw moved.
“No, we really shouldn’t.” Bam was getting bored of this guy, and wanted him to leave him alone as quickly as possible. He was about to get up and leave when Dunn passed him a beer. Glancing up at him skeptically, he asked, “How’d you get your hands on that?”
“My uncle owns the place,” Dunn shrugged with a slight laugh. Bam took the offered beer, popping the cap before bringing it to his lips. The alcohol was bitter going down, but he would put up with it if it got him drunk. “So are we cool?”
Bam thought about it for a moment. Cool was definitely not the word he’d use, but if he got free alcohol out of this relationship, he was willing to agree to anything. “Sure, we’re cool, man.”
They tipped their cans in a mock-toast, both of them laughing as some of the beer foamed up and spilled down their arms. As the minutes rolled on, Bam found himself actually growing to like the boy beside him. Of course, it could’ve just been the alcohol talking.
Suddenly the lights in the small club cut out, only the glowing black-light behind the bar providing a dim shimmer in the dark. A single stage light lit on, blindingly white, as Chad strummed the first chords to their opening song. A few of the audience members began to shout, screaming random obscenities and thrashing around in the pit. The show had begun.
Dunn pulled Bam up by his shirt sleeve and dragged him into the growing moshpit. Bodies slammed into each other painfully as the music picked up its speed, thrashing out violently in time with the beat. Bam shoved his way around in a circle, punching and kicking out and enjoying the rush of adrenaline. To his right, Deron belted out the first lyrics of ’96 Quite Bitter Beings’ to the energized crowd.
“With my perceptions in a mix, down twenty miles to through state, through the cloudy town of Hellview, population: 96,” he began. He wasn’t singing or shouting, simply saying the words with a force that still managed to rile up the mob. As they reached the third stanza the crowd began to sing along, providing a backing track to each of their words. Chad launched into a rough guitar riff, Jess right behind him on the drums. The energy was amazing. In one swift movement, Chad’s guitar was flung over his shoulder-only to form a complete loop and land back in his hands.
The crowd was in awe, the few members actually standing still were head-banging off to the side. As Bam shoved his way toward the front of the stage, ready to climb up on it and stage-dive back into the pit, he paused when he felt those familiar eyes on him again. The distraction caused his guard to fall, and a rough shoulder slammed into him, sending him to the ground. His body hit the floor with a thud, his mind growing blank at the sudden shift in locations. Dunn quickly pulled his newfound friend up by the forearm before he had he chance to get trampled by the irate pack. Ushering him to the side of the pit, Bam gasped for breath as the movement around him ceased.
“You okay, dude?” Dunn shouted over the blaring music, his eyebrows scrunched together with worry.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Bam answered after a minute, rubbing his soar side and inspecting the damage. “I just lost my balance, is all.”
Dunn smiled, thankful that he was okay, before prancing back to the masses. Bam decided to sit this one out. Running a shaky hand through his hair, he looked around the small bar and tried to pinpoint the eyes. But the feeling was gone, and despite how much the eyes unnerved him, Bam found himself wanting the feeling back.
His chest heaved with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol, the full bar suddenly feeling claustrophobic and unwelcoming. Grinding his jaw, Bam pushed his way through the crowd and headed outside. The outer walls of the bar shook with the force of the band within, but Bam was thankful for the silence. Or, semi-silence, as his ears were still ringing from being so close to the amplifiers.
Leaning against the brick wall, Bam propped a foot up for balance and once more tried to calm his nerves. It seemed he was doing a lot of that lately. As he fumbled through his pockets for something to distract himself with, his head shot up with the sound of footsteps coming his way. He tried to peer down the nearby alley, but all he saw was inky darkness.
Frustration began to ebb at his nerves, and he clenched his eyes shut to block out the noises around him. However, the footsteps remained-coming closer with each passing step. Bam’s heart began to beat heavily against his rib cage, and he realized that it was beating in time to the footsteps. As his breath hitched in his throat, ready to scream, the footsteps stopped. He felt someone before him, but was too afraid to open his eyes. Cold lips ghosted over his own; so soft Bam wasn’t sure they were there at all.
There was silence for so long that Bam nearly believed that he was imagining the entire situation. But when he opened a crystal blue eye, he found himself staring into matching emerald ones. A gasp caught in his throat as he stared at the eyes before him, sharp and glowing in the blackened alley like a candle in the dark.
“It’s you…” Bam whispered softly, the words hardly coming out. He forced himself to swallow around the lump in his throat as the man nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
The man pulled back suddenly, swiftly moving to stand beside Bam and mimic his position against the wall. His eyes lit up as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of a hidden pocket within his coat, quickly lighting it and placing it between two puckered lips. Bam’s eyes were glued to the dangling cigarette and the man’s fluid movements. The man winked at him when he noticed the staring, causing Bam’s head to spin.
He extended a cigarette to the younger boy, but Bam shook his head. “Nah, I want to live forever. Smoking kills.”
The man only smirked, taking a long drag off his own cigarette. They stood there for a second in comfortable silence, Bam’s eyes still glued upon the man beside him.
“Do you speak at all?” Bam asked finally. The man turned his head to him, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Of course I speak,” he said after a pause. His voice was sickly sweet, a heavy accent that spoke volumes while at the same time giving nothing away. Bam startled at the sound of it, as if he had been shocked. It was the voice from his dreams…
“Who are you?” the question slipped from his lips before Bam had the chance to register that it could have been an inappropriate thing to ask.
“I believe you have something of mine,” the man ignored the question, pushing away from the wall slightly. His voice suddenly took on a tone of slight anger, but it was repressed and calm-Bam found it far more menacing than the shouting he was used to. “I would appreciate it if you gave it back to me.”
“W-What are you talking about?” Bam stumbled, suddenly becoming very afraid.
“The chest, where is it?” the man asked without skipping a beat.
How did he know about that? It wasn’t possible…something as very wrong here…Bam’s mind raced through a myriad of thoughts as he tried desperately to latch on to just one. The man took a step forward-so quickly that Bam didn’t even notice it until their faces were centimeters apart.
“What chest? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bam tried, his voice cracking as the man placed hand on his shoulder. He could feel the coldness of his touch even through the fabric of his shirt.
“Don’t play dumb with me, dear, dear Bammi,” he nearly cooed, his breath brushing against Bam’s ear. Bam started at his words, jerking away with as much force as he could muster.
“How the hell do you know my name?”
The man only stared at him uninterestedly, absentmindedly picking dirt from beneath his nails. He glanced up at Bam through hooded eyes and smiled. “I know a lot about you, Brandon.”
That was it. No one knew his real name. Bam felt backed into a corner as the man advanced upon him, his back pressed firmly against the rough brick of the wall as he tried to disappear. With a speed unknown to man, the man had an arm on either side of Bam’s head, his face leaning in close enough to kiss.
“Do you know what I am, Bam?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “Do you understand exactly what you have stolen from me?”
Bam shook his head frantically. He was starting to panic. “I-I found it, honestly. I didn’t know it belonged to someone! It was just lying there…and I…and I just took it! I’m sorry; if you want it back you can have it!”
The man pulled back and huffed. “I see.”
A maddening silence built up between them as the man thought over this newfound information. Without warning he snapped his fingers, drawing Bam’s straying attention back to him.
“I must have that chest back, but there isn’t much time tonight.” He said simply, quickly glancing heavenward before returning his gaze to the boy in front of him. “Wait for me, and I shall come for it tomorrow.”
He didn’t wait for a response before heading back the way he came. Before he was completely swallowed by the sea of darkness, Bam called out to him.
“W-Wait!” he called bravely, a futile hand reaching out to the obscurity of the alley. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours! What is it?”
The man paused without facing him, but Bam heard the sharp laugh. “Valo, Ville Valo.” And with that he was gone.
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There you have it.
What's gonna' happen? O_o
You'll have to read and find out....
Comments = Sexy Vampire Sex
Author: 616hasgotaname
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
Link to "Kiss" and previous chapters behind the cut.
"Kiss"
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Alright people, in this chapter you finally get to meet the elusive vampire himself. ^-^
The weekend rolled by faster than Bam was expecting. Five days blew past him like stock cars on a race track, and for that he was eternally grateful. As he made his way home that Friday afternoon, he was relieved to see Deron’s car parked crookedly in the driveway. Giving the car a friendly kick on his way to the door, Bam wandered inside to find the entire band spread out on the couch.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” he offered as a half-hearted greeting as he walked through the door, throwing his backpack down by the couch before sitting down beside Jess.
“Not too much, show tonight-you coming?” Chad spoke up, stubbing out a spent cigarette on the coffee table. Jess scowled at him and passed him the ashtray.
“Hell yes I’m coming, what do you take me for?” Bam laughed, reaching across the table and grabbing the pack of cigarettes from Chad’s hand. He didn’t smoke often, but certain occasions just called for one.
“Good, because if you weren’t coming we’d have to kick your ass,” Deron joked, lightly punching Bam in the arm. Casual conversation then ensued before Bam crawled up his room to change his clothes before the show.
He glanced at his closet, knowing full well that it was filled to the brim with nothing but skate shirts and baggy pants. Grabbing a pair of old black and white pinstriped Dickies and a faded Iron Maiden shirt, he proceeded to change. As Bam lifted the shirt over his head he got the distinct impression of eyes on him. Taking a quick peek around the room, he rapidly changed clothes and sprinted back down the stairs.
“What the hell’s gotten into you?” Jess laughed as Bam rejoined their little circle, noticing his little brother’s racing breath.
“Nothing,” Bam lied. “Are we leaving or what?”
The guys nodded in unison, each grabbing the few belongings that were scattered around the living room before heading out the door. They piled into Deron’s car, Bam wedged between Jess and a guitar case in the backseat. As they peeled out of the driveway, Deron putting more force on the accelerator than necessary, Bam once more got the feeling that he was being watched-that he was being followed. Whatever had been staring at him before, he knew it would be at the show tonight.
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The bar was a diminutive, grimy hole in the wall on the outskirts of West Chester. On any other night it would be packed with rednecks drinking away their sorrows, but not that night. That night the floor was covered with long haired kids in ratted clothing, jumping around and smashing into their friends as a form of entertainment. The metal kids had driven from all over the state to see this show, and the band was determined to not let them down.
They skipped the main entrance, instead opting to sneak through the back where they could easily drop off all of their equipment. Bam was more than happy to carry a few amps if it meant he could get in to the show for free. Unloading the last of the large Austin Amplifiers, he turned to carry it inside when he bumped into someone, nearly dropping the expensive amp and shattering it against the pavement. Bam backed up quickly, almost as if he had been shocked by the unexpected contact. Peeking around the amp to get a view of his ‘assailant,’ he came face to face with the strange red-headed boy from school.
“Need some help with that?” Dunn asked politely. He didn’t wait for an answer before taking the bulky piece of equipment from his hands.
“I could’ve taken care of it on my own, you know,” Bam pouted defensively, crossing his arms over his chest and following Dunn inside.
“You seem to say that a lot,” he laughed before placing the amp by the others. Dusting his hands off on his haggard jeans, he straightened himself and smiled. “I didn’t know you were into CKY.”
Bam scowled at him and moved to sit on the stage, his back resting against one of power-stacks of amplifiers. “My brother’s the drummer.”
He thought by giving a simple comment he could get the redhead out of his hair, but he thought wrong. “Really? That’s fucking sweet, dude.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Bam answered noncommittally. His eyes moved to scan over the bar, trying to make it obvious to Dunn that he didn’t want him around. It was a small place, split up into two even smaller areas-the stage and the bar. A waist length wall separated the two “rooms” to provide ample viewing pleasure. Bam’s eyes moved to the mediocre stage lights hanging above as Dunn sat down beside him.
“You seem like a really cool person, we should hang out sometime.” Dunn smiled, the facial hair he was trying (and failing) to grow prickling slightly as his jaw moved.
“No, we really shouldn’t.” Bam was getting bored of this guy, and wanted him to leave him alone as quickly as possible. He was about to get up and leave when Dunn passed him a beer. Glancing up at him skeptically, he asked, “How’d you get your hands on that?”
“My uncle owns the place,” Dunn shrugged with a slight laugh. Bam took the offered beer, popping the cap before bringing it to his lips. The alcohol was bitter going down, but he would put up with it if it got him drunk. “So are we cool?”
Bam thought about it for a moment. Cool was definitely not the word he’d use, but if he got free alcohol out of this relationship, he was willing to agree to anything. “Sure, we’re cool, man.”
They tipped their cans in a mock-toast, both of them laughing as some of the beer foamed up and spilled down their arms. As the minutes rolled on, Bam found himself actually growing to like the boy beside him. Of course, it could’ve just been the alcohol talking.
Suddenly the lights in the small club cut out, only the glowing black-light behind the bar providing a dim shimmer in the dark. A single stage light lit on, blindingly white, as Chad strummed the first chords to their opening song. A few of the audience members began to shout, screaming random obscenities and thrashing around in the pit. The show had begun.
Dunn pulled Bam up by his shirt sleeve and dragged him into the growing moshpit. Bodies slammed into each other painfully as the music picked up its speed, thrashing out violently in time with the beat. Bam shoved his way around in a circle, punching and kicking out and enjoying the rush of adrenaline. To his right, Deron belted out the first lyrics of ’96 Quite Bitter Beings’ to the energized crowd.
“With my perceptions in a mix, down twenty miles to through state, through the cloudy town of Hellview, population: 96,” he began. He wasn’t singing or shouting, simply saying the words with a force that still managed to rile up the mob. As they reached the third stanza the crowd began to sing along, providing a backing track to each of their words. Chad launched into a rough guitar riff, Jess right behind him on the drums. The energy was amazing. In one swift movement, Chad’s guitar was flung over his shoulder-only to form a complete loop and land back in his hands.
The crowd was in awe, the few members actually standing still were head-banging off to the side. As Bam shoved his way toward the front of the stage, ready to climb up on it and stage-dive back into the pit, he paused when he felt those familiar eyes on him again. The distraction caused his guard to fall, and a rough shoulder slammed into him, sending him to the ground. His body hit the floor with a thud, his mind growing blank at the sudden shift in locations. Dunn quickly pulled his newfound friend up by the forearm before he had he chance to get trampled by the irate pack. Ushering him to the side of the pit, Bam gasped for breath as the movement around him ceased.
“You okay, dude?” Dunn shouted over the blaring music, his eyebrows scrunched together with worry.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Bam answered after a minute, rubbing his soar side and inspecting the damage. “I just lost my balance, is all.”
Dunn smiled, thankful that he was okay, before prancing back to the masses. Bam decided to sit this one out. Running a shaky hand through his hair, he looked around the small bar and tried to pinpoint the eyes. But the feeling was gone, and despite how much the eyes unnerved him, Bam found himself wanting the feeling back.
His chest heaved with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol, the full bar suddenly feeling claustrophobic and unwelcoming. Grinding his jaw, Bam pushed his way through the crowd and headed outside. The outer walls of the bar shook with the force of the band within, but Bam was thankful for the silence. Or, semi-silence, as his ears were still ringing from being so close to the amplifiers.
Leaning against the brick wall, Bam propped a foot up for balance and once more tried to calm his nerves. It seemed he was doing a lot of that lately. As he fumbled through his pockets for something to distract himself with, his head shot up with the sound of footsteps coming his way. He tried to peer down the nearby alley, but all he saw was inky darkness.
Frustration began to ebb at his nerves, and he clenched his eyes shut to block out the noises around him. However, the footsteps remained-coming closer with each passing step. Bam’s heart began to beat heavily against his rib cage, and he realized that it was beating in time to the footsteps. As his breath hitched in his throat, ready to scream, the footsteps stopped. He felt someone before him, but was too afraid to open his eyes. Cold lips ghosted over his own; so soft Bam wasn’t sure they were there at all.
There was silence for so long that Bam nearly believed that he was imagining the entire situation. But when he opened a crystal blue eye, he found himself staring into matching emerald ones. A gasp caught in his throat as he stared at the eyes before him, sharp and glowing in the blackened alley like a candle in the dark.
“It’s you…” Bam whispered softly, the words hardly coming out. He forced himself to swallow around the lump in his throat as the man nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
The man pulled back suddenly, swiftly moving to stand beside Bam and mimic his position against the wall. His eyes lit up as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of a hidden pocket within his coat, quickly lighting it and placing it between two puckered lips. Bam’s eyes were glued to the dangling cigarette and the man’s fluid movements. The man winked at him when he noticed the staring, causing Bam’s head to spin.
He extended a cigarette to the younger boy, but Bam shook his head. “Nah, I want to live forever. Smoking kills.”
The man only smirked, taking a long drag off his own cigarette. They stood there for a second in comfortable silence, Bam’s eyes still glued upon the man beside him.
“Do you speak at all?” Bam asked finally. The man turned his head to him, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Of course I speak,” he said after a pause. His voice was sickly sweet, a heavy accent that spoke volumes while at the same time giving nothing away. Bam startled at the sound of it, as if he had been shocked. It was the voice from his dreams…
“Who are you?” the question slipped from his lips before Bam had the chance to register that it could have been an inappropriate thing to ask.
“I believe you have something of mine,” the man ignored the question, pushing away from the wall slightly. His voice suddenly took on a tone of slight anger, but it was repressed and calm-Bam found it far more menacing than the shouting he was used to. “I would appreciate it if you gave it back to me.”
“W-What are you talking about?” Bam stumbled, suddenly becoming very afraid.
“The chest, where is it?” the man asked without skipping a beat.
How did he know about that? It wasn’t possible…something as very wrong here…Bam’s mind raced through a myriad of thoughts as he tried desperately to latch on to just one. The man took a step forward-so quickly that Bam didn’t even notice it until their faces were centimeters apart.
“What chest? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bam tried, his voice cracking as the man placed hand on his shoulder. He could feel the coldness of his touch even through the fabric of his shirt.
“Don’t play dumb with me, dear, dear Bammi,” he nearly cooed, his breath brushing against Bam’s ear. Bam started at his words, jerking away with as much force as he could muster.
“How the hell do you know my name?”
The man only stared at him uninterestedly, absentmindedly picking dirt from beneath his nails. He glanced up at Bam through hooded eyes and smiled. “I know a lot about you, Brandon.”
That was it. No one knew his real name. Bam felt backed into a corner as the man advanced upon him, his back pressed firmly against the rough brick of the wall as he tried to disappear. With a speed unknown to man, the man had an arm on either side of Bam’s head, his face leaning in close enough to kiss.
“Do you know what I am, Bam?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “Do you understand exactly what you have stolen from me?”
Bam shook his head frantically. He was starting to panic. “I-I found it, honestly. I didn’t know it belonged to someone! It was just lying there…and I…and I just took it! I’m sorry; if you want it back you can have it!”
The man pulled back and huffed. “I see.”
A maddening silence built up between them as the man thought over this newfound information. Without warning he snapped his fingers, drawing Bam’s straying attention back to him.
“I must have that chest back, but there isn’t much time tonight.” He said simply, quickly glancing heavenward before returning his gaze to the boy in front of him. “Wait for me, and I shall come for it tomorrow.”
He didn’t wait for a response before heading back the way he came. Before he was completely swallowed by the sea of darkness, Bam called out to him.
“W-Wait!” he called bravely, a futile hand reaching out to the obscurity of the alley. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours! What is it?”
The man paused without facing him, but Bam heard the sharp laugh. “Valo, Ville Valo.” And with that he was gone.
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There you have it.
What's gonna' happen? O_o
You'll have to read and find out....
Comments = Sexy Vampire Sex