Chapter 1
Title: It's Weird
Rating: I honestly don't know...PG to R.
Author: Excuse_To_Rock (Meeeee)
Pairing: The vampire Lestat and a blue monkey. It's vam, of course!
Summary: Hmm...not good with these. Basically Ville's life is going downhill and a certain someone saves him. Will Ville admit his love for that certain someone or will he continue to deny it?
Notes: It starts out pretty angsty (In my opinion, anyway, But gradually lightens up. There are cutting scenes so if you don't like that, don't read.
Here is chapter 1. Thanks for the comments on the prolouge!
It's Weird
Chapter 1
Bam sighed and ran his fingers through his tangled curls as Ville's voicemail answered his phone again. He looked at his feet for what felt like the hundreth time, and probably was. It was only now that he realized he'd worn a path in the carpet from pacing the room for the past half hour. "This is the thousandth fucking time! Ville, where the fuck are you?! Dude, I'm starting to worry. And you know that's not me. I'm coming over right fucking now and you better be un-fucking-conscious or something, cause if you're fucking ignoring me I will NOT be a very happy Bammi." Bam flipped his cell phone shut, shoved it in his pocket, and ran out the door, barely managing to snatch his car keys from the key rack.
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Ville smiled as he read the words scribbled in his notebook, ignoring the buzzing of his cell phone across the room. His friends would have a pleasant reminder of what he was feeling before he died, no? The blood stains between the lines would make it even better. Ville blinked suddenly, realization of what'd he'd done flooding his mind. He glanced at his wrists, wincing when his eyes landed on rows upon rows of little red scars, some still bloody. At once he began to feel dizzy. The room....was it spinning? Or was he spinning? Was his bed spinning? Tears stung at his eyes as the dizziness overwhelmed him. His head ached, his wrists ached, his heartached. Sounds so cliche, but it's all true. Ville didn't really know the cause of his dizziness. Was it the blood loss? The reality of what he'd done? Was this how it felt to die?
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Bam jogged up the stairs, not bothering to take the elevator. He was in too much of a hurry to find Ville. Running down the long hall to Ville's room, he nearly crashed into an old lady with a Sunday dress and funny looking hat-with-a-feather-on-it, and almost pissed himself while laughing at a drunk man who obviously had one too many. "Fuckin finally." Bam grumbled, coming to an abrupt halt after nearly missing Ville's door. He didn't bother to knock, instead he jiggled the door handle. The door didn't budge. "Fuck! I fuckin hate those fuckin card keys...fuck! VILLE!!!" Bam pounded his fists on the door, screaming Ville's name at the top of his lungs. When the door didn't swing open after several minutes (and complaints), Bam began to pace in front of the door."Where the fuck is he?? Not answering his fuckin phone...won't open the fuckin door...." He sighed, then began to think. Ville NEVER let his phone ring off the hook. He NEVER ignored it when someone was knocking at the door. Especially when it was Bam. "I have an idea!" Bam hollered, sprinting back down the hall.
Minutes later, he stopped in front of Ville's door again, and slid the card key into the lock. "I still wish I could've busted the damn door down....." Bam sighed, kicking the door closed with his foot after walking into the room. He looked around. No one was in the main room of the suite...."Bedroom." Bam said, hopping over the little black couch in the center of the room. He made his way to the bedroom after tripping over countless empty ciggarette packs, beer bottles, and discarded porn magazines, and discovered that this door, too, was locked. Bam groaned and rolled his eyes. "What the fuck is it with him locking fucking doors?? Fuck it, I'm knocking the damn thing down." Bam backed up a few feet, then ran, slamming into the door with his right shoulder and failing to knock it down. "Fuck!" He grabbed his now sore shoulder and winced, glaring at the dented but not open door. "Another bad idea..." he mumbled, then smield. "I have my pocket knife. Yay for me!" He let go of his arm and pulled his pocket knife out, then kneeled in front of the doorknob. "Ville, you're lucky I kno how to jimmy every fucking lock there is." Witha few moments work, the door was unlcoked, and Bam kicked it open this time. "Fina-HOLY HELL!"
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Like it? Love it? Comment keep me writing!
Rating: I honestly don't know...PG to R.
Author: Excuse_To_Rock (Meeeee)
Pairing: The vampire Lestat and a blue monkey. It's vam, of course!
Summary: Hmm...not good with these. Basically Ville's life is going downhill and a certain someone saves him. Will Ville admit his love for that certain someone or will he continue to deny it?
Notes: It starts out pretty angsty (In my opinion, anyway, But gradually lightens up. There are cutting scenes so if you don't like that, don't read.
Here is chapter 1. Thanks for the comments on the prolouge!
It's Weird
Chapter 1
Bam sighed and ran his fingers through his tangled curls as Ville's voicemail answered his phone again. He looked at his feet for what felt like the hundreth time, and probably was. It was only now that he realized he'd worn a path in the carpet from pacing the room for the past half hour. "This is the thousandth fucking time! Ville, where the fuck are you?! Dude, I'm starting to worry. And you know that's not me. I'm coming over right fucking now and you better be un-fucking-conscious or something, cause if you're fucking ignoring me I will NOT be a very happy Bammi." Bam flipped his cell phone shut, shoved it in his pocket, and ran out the door, barely managing to snatch his car keys from the key rack.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ville smiled as he read the words scribbled in his notebook, ignoring the buzzing of his cell phone across the room. His friends would have a pleasant reminder of what he was feeling before he died, no? The blood stains between the lines would make it even better. Ville blinked suddenly, realization of what'd he'd done flooding his mind. He glanced at his wrists, wincing when his eyes landed on rows upon rows of little red scars, some still bloody. At once he began to feel dizzy. The room....was it spinning? Or was he spinning? Was his bed spinning? Tears stung at his eyes as the dizziness overwhelmed him. His head ached, his wrists ached, his heartached. Sounds so cliche, but it's all true. Ville didn't really know the cause of his dizziness. Was it the blood loss? The reality of what he'd done? Was this how it felt to die?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Bam jogged up the stairs, not bothering to take the elevator. He was in too much of a hurry to find Ville. Running down the long hall to Ville's room, he nearly crashed into an old lady with a Sunday dress and funny looking hat-with-a-feather-on-it, and almost pissed himself while laughing at a drunk man who obviously had one too many. "Fuckin finally." Bam grumbled, coming to an abrupt halt after nearly missing Ville's door. He didn't bother to knock, instead he jiggled the door handle. The door didn't budge. "Fuck! I fuckin hate those fuckin card keys...fuck! VILLE!!!" Bam pounded his fists on the door, screaming Ville's name at the top of his lungs. When the door didn't swing open after several minutes (and complaints), Bam began to pace in front of the door."Where the fuck is he?? Not answering his fuckin phone...won't open the fuckin door...." He sighed, then began to think. Ville NEVER let his phone ring off the hook. He NEVER ignored it when someone was knocking at the door. Especially when it was Bam. "I have an idea!" Bam hollered, sprinting back down the hall.
Minutes later, he stopped in front of Ville's door again, and slid the card key into the lock. "I still wish I could've busted the damn door down....." Bam sighed, kicking the door closed with his foot after walking into the room. He looked around. No one was in the main room of the suite...."Bedroom." Bam said, hopping over the little black couch in the center of the room. He made his way to the bedroom after tripping over countless empty ciggarette packs, beer bottles, and discarded porn magazines, and discovered that this door, too, was locked. Bam groaned and rolled his eyes. "What the fuck is it with him locking fucking doors?? Fuck it, I'm knocking the damn thing down." Bam backed up a few feet, then ran, slamming into the door with his right shoulder and failing to knock it down. "Fuck!" He grabbed his now sore shoulder and winced, glaring at the dented but not open door. "Another bad idea..." he mumbled, then smield. "I have my pocket knife. Yay for me!" He let go of his arm and pulled his pocket knife out, then kneeled in front of the doorknob. "Ville, you're lucky I kno how to jimmy every fucking lock there is." Witha few moments work, the door was unlcoked, and Bam kicked it open this time. "Fina-HOLY HELL!"
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