The Price of Immortality
Title: The Price of Immortality
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG ~> NC-17
Pairings: Vam, Jyrki/Jussi/Mikey Way, Lindunn
Summery: Immortality. Love. Family. Friends. What’s wrong with that?
A/N: This is a sequel to Vampires Will Never Hurt Me. READ THAT FIRST. Construct Crit is good... So if this sucks, tell me in a nice way.
Jyrki and Jussi aren’t related at all…. But in this, they’re brothers…. Deal with it.
Flashbacks now indicated as italicized scenes.
Disclaim/Time to save my ass: This never happened… Untrue
Also; This fic contains, Violence, torture, and incest.… Don’t like? There’s a nifty little button at the top left of your screen that will send you back from whence you came. Thankies.
ALSO: I am rewriting this entire thing, from the first fic to this one. I'm turning it into an original work to have published. DO NOT STEAL! I can and will sue your ass! :D
Thank you and enjoy. :*
They say that everything in this world happens for a reason. The places we go, the people we meet, the choices we make. What if? What if Bam hadn’t read that article on the plane to Europe? Never met Ville? How different would things have been? Curled up in bed, post sex, half asleep, and wrapped in the arms of his lover, Bam didn’t want to think about it. When they began dating, it was like his world fit into place. Ville had secrets. Bam knew that. He accepted it. He accepted the depth of it all. The complexity and intensity. It was strange. Even after so long, Bam didn’t think of himself as a vampire. Nor did he see Ryan as a Lycan. It was as if nothing had changed. Though everything had.
~*~
A boy. Barely ten years old. Clutching his mother’s hand, his twin sister on the other side. Mother led them through the crowd of people. Her face was pale but determined. As if carved from the toughest stone. It was odd. The laughter that once graced her very being had been wiped away. Her warmth had fled. She showed no fear, yet something about her posture revealed great caution. As if she was hesitant to breathe. They reached the front of the crowd. A platform was laid out, not ten feet ahead. Three wooden pillars were raised upon it, a bishop and two monks stood to the side. Mother knelt down, still holding their hands. The boy noticed that the chain that few knew held her precious pendant was missing from around her neck. The golden circle encasing a pentacle with the phases of the moon around the border. Though she never let anyone outside the coven see it, she was never without it. Save for this day.
“You must watch.” She said quietly, barely a whisper. “You must not look away for even a moment. You must watch. You must listen. You must remember every moment of this morning so that it may remind you to hold your tongues and watch your ways. We are a hated people. Everything that we are is being threatened. We must not allow them to win. We must never let them know.”
She stayed down, holding her children close as three figures were brought up to the platform. They were dressed in tattered, once white rags, their bodies swollen and distorted. Limbs twisted and bent in ways they shouldn’t. Open sores filled with dirt and infection. Hair shorn off close to the scalp. Their genders were not even recognizable. Save for one. A girl. Small. Young. Not even yet a woman. One by one they were forced to their knees and chained to the pillars, kindling stacked around them. Their sobs and whimpers of pain went unheard amidst the roaring of the crowd for their execution. As instructed, the children did not look away. As the flames were lit, the boy sent a silent prayer to the goddess for their suffering to end quickly. Almost at once, the young girl fainted. Tears rolled down his sister’s face and they both knew. This was what awaited them. This would be the end. The Inquisition had come.
~*~
Linde’s eyes snapped open and he realized that he was hyperventilating. He carefully slid from Ryan’s arms and headed for the bathroom. He could still feel the heat of the flames. Still hear the screeching victims. See their bodies spasm in pain. He immediately threw up everything that was in his stomach. Tears rolled uninhibited down his face as he dry heaved and coughed up blood. He then leaned against the wall, sobbing quietly. After a few moments he gathered his composure. Cleaned his face and rinsed his mouth before going back to the bedroom. Back to his beloved.
~*~
Mikey slipped back into the house, setting his bag on the sofa. It was good to be home, but he felt strange. Empty, but not. A hole had formed inside of him the night Gerard died. He had been old, but not very. He developed lung cancer at age 60 and died almost ten years later. Ever since he was 17, Mikey knew he would see the day his brother left him forever. But he hadn’t wanted that moment to come. One by one, he watched his friends drop. Frank’s murder had ended the band, soon followed by Ray’s suicide. Bob was in California when a major earthquake hit. His body was never found, but a tombstone was placed for him beside the rest of his band mates.
Mikey sighed as he undressed, getting into bed. Jussi was out hunting, so Mikey snuggled close to Jyrki, who held him tight.
“Where did you go?”
“To visit my family”
Silence.
~*~
“Ville?” Bam looked up from tracing the tattoos with his fingertips “We should do something… Like… Maybe another band? It’s been long enough that no one remembers us. Maybe Daniel Lioneye can start up again. And I can play back up guitar. What do you think?
Ville stayed silent for a moment, going over the idea.
“I think that would be great. I’ll ask the guys.”
Drifting off to sleep, Bam felt as though things would be perfect. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. And it wasn’t good.
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG ~> NC-17
Pairings: Vam, Jyrki/Jussi/Mikey Way, Lindunn
Summery: Immortality. Love. Family. Friends. What’s wrong with that?
A/N: This is a sequel to Vampires Will Never Hurt Me. READ THAT FIRST. Construct Crit is good... So if this sucks, tell me in a nice way.
Jyrki and Jussi aren’t related at all…. But in this, they’re brothers…. Deal with it.
Flashbacks now indicated as italicized scenes.
Disclaim/Time to save my ass: This never happened… Untrue
Also; This fic contains, Violence, torture, and incest.… Don’t like? There’s a nifty little button at the top left of your screen that will send you back from whence you came. Thankies.
ALSO: I am rewriting this entire thing, from the first fic to this one. I'm turning it into an original work to have published. DO NOT STEAL! I can and will sue your ass! :D
Thank you and enjoy. :*
They say that everything in this world happens for a reason. The places we go, the people we meet, the choices we make. What if? What if Bam hadn’t read that article on the plane to Europe? Never met Ville? How different would things have been? Curled up in bed, post sex, half asleep, and wrapped in the arms of his lover, Bam didn’t want to think about it. When they began dating, it was like his world fit into place. Ville had secrets. Bam knew that. He accepted it. He accepted the depth of it all. The complexity and intensity. It was strange. Even after so long, Bam didn’t think of himself as a vampire. Nor did he see Ryan as a Lycan. It was as if nothing had changed. Though everything had.
~*~
A boy. Barely ten years old. Clutching his mother’s hand, his twin sister on the other side. Mother led them through the crowd of people. Her face was pale but determined. As if carved from the toughest stone. It was odd. The laughter that once graced her very being had been wiped away. Her warmth had fled. She showed no fear, yet something about her posture revealed great caution. As if she was hesitant to breathe. They reached the front of the crowd. A platform was laid out, not ten feet ahead. Three wooden pillars were raised upon it, a bishop and two monks stood to the side. Mother knelt down, still holding their hands. The boy noticed that the chain that few knew held her precious pendant was missing from around her neck. The golden circle encasing a pentacle with the phases of the moon around the border. Though she never let anyone outside the coven see it, she was never without it. Save for this day.
“You must watch.” She said quietly, barely a whisper. “You must not look away for even a moment. You must watch. You must listen. You must remember every moment of this morning so that it may remind you to hold your tongues and watch your ways. We are a hated people. Everything that we are is being threatened. We must not allow them to win. We must never let them know.”
She stayed down, holding her children close as three figures were brought up to the platform. They were dressed in tattered, once white rags, their bodies swollen and distorted. Limbs twisted and bent in ways they shouldn’t. Open sores filled with dirt and infection. Hair shorn off close to the scalp. Their genders were not even recognizable. Save for one. A girl. Small. Young. Not even yet a woman. One by one they were forced to their knees and chained to the pillars, kindling stacked around them. Their sobs and whimpers of pain went unheard amidst the roaring of the crowd for their execution. As instructed, the children did not look away. As the flames were lit, the boy sent a silent prayer to the goddess for their suffering to end quickly. Almost at once, the young girl fainted. Tears rolled down his sister’s face and they both knew. This was what awaited them. This would be the end. The Inquisition had come.
~*~
Linde’s eyes snapped open and he realized that he was hyperventilating. He carefully slid from Ryan’s arms and headed for the bathroom. He could still feel the heat of the flames. Still hear the screeching victims. See their bodies spasm in pain. He immediately threw up everything that was in his stomach. Tears rolled uninhibited down his face as he dry heaved and coughed up blood. He then leaned against the wall, sobbing quietly. After a few moments he gathered his composure. Cleaned his face and rinsed his mouth before going back to the bedroom. Back to his beloved.
~*~
Mikey slipped back into the house, setting his bag on the sofa. It was good to be home, but he felt strange. Empty, but not. A hole had formed inside of him the night Gerard died. He had been old, but not very. He developed lung cancer at age 60 and died almost ten years later. Ever since he was 17, Mikey knew he would see the day his brother left him forever. But he hadn’t wanted that moment to come. One by one, he watched his friends drop. Frank’s murder had ended the band, soon followed by Ray’s suicide. Bob was in California when a major earthquake hit. His body was never found, but a tombstone was placed for him beside the rest of his band mates.
Mikey sighed as he undressed, getting into bed. Jussi was out hunting, so Mikey snuggled close to Jyrki, who held him tight.
“Where did you go?”
“To visit my family”
Silence.
~*~
“Ville?” Bam looked up from tracing the tattoos with his fingertips “We should do something… Like… Maybe another band? It’s been long enough that no one remembers us. Maybe Daniel Lioneye can start up again. And I can play back up guitar. What do you think?
Ville stayed silent for a moment, going over the idea.
“I think that would be great. I’ll ask the guys.”
Drifting off to sleep, Bam felt as though things would be perfect. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. And it wasn’t good.