Snapped-Part One
Title: Snapped
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Vam in a sick way...
Summary: What happens when an obsession makes you snap?
Disclaimer: I don't own them and they're definately not locked in my closet... ;)
Don't worry, Frozen To Lose It All will be up soon. I just had this idea for the longest time that I couldn't go on any longer without writing this down. This is a two parter.
Comments=Vam Sex
‘He’ll never love me,’ Bam thought, standing in the cold cellar of his castle home. ‘Why would he? I’m nothing compared to what he has…and I never will be…’ Tears sprung to his crystal blue eyes as he stared back at a picture of his Finnish idol pasted on the concrete wall, among the numerous others. Over the years, Bam had collected thousands of articles, posters, clippings, everything on the singer, all of it adding to his obsession. He didn’t find anything wrong with it, until he met Jonna. She was the apple in Ville’s eye, making him realize that he, in fact, wasn’t the one. Ville was so infatuated with the raven haired beauty that he barely paid attention to anyone else but her.
‘Why do I even bother? I’m not his…well, not yet…’ Smiling, he took one last look at the center picture and pulled the string above him, shutting off the light.
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“You want me to come with you?” Mige asked as he pulled up to Castle Bam. “I mean, it’s no big deal. I don’t mind hanging out…” Ville smiled, shaking his head.
“Mizee, really, it’s okay. I’m a big boy,” he joked. Mige rolled his eyes, leaning over and opening Ville’s door. “I’ll call you later on to let you know what’s going on.”
“Alright, but remember we have a show tomorrow.”
“I know, I know…” he muttered, getting out and walking up to the crimson Heartagram doors. Knocking, Ville stood there and waited until the door was finally open. “Hi, Bammie.” In front of him, Bam gave a small grin, wearing a black shirt with Ville’s picture on it, something Ville never saw him wear before.
“I’ve been waiting for you…” He tilted his head, walking in.
“I told you when I was coming.”
“That’s not what I meant…” Ville furrowed his brow and licked his lower lip, entering in further until Bam went in front of him once again.
“Then, what did you-"
“We have the house to ourselves for tonight,” he said, cutting Ville off mid sentence. “I kicked everyone out so we can be alone for once. Sit down…” Obeying, the Goth sat down on the leather couch slowly, slightly confused.
“That was really sweet of you, Bammie, but you didn’t have to do that…” Bam glared, sitting down next to him.
“What, you don’t want to be alone with me?”
“Bam, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting weird since I got here…” He shrugged, laughing it off.
“Nothing’s wrong…I’ve just missed hanging out with you.” Ville clucked his tongue.
“I have, too…listen, I’m glad we’re going to be alone. It’ll give us time to catch up on things, right?” Bam nodded as Ville stood up. “I say we drink. Where’s the booze?”
“In the Pirate Bar…” He grinned, going downstairs before Bam could say another word. Even though Ville felt completely at home in the castle, something struck him as odd. Right from the start Bam had a strange look in his eyes. It was like he was a different person in a way. Trying to ignore it, Ville looked in the refrigerator, only to find it empty of any alcohol.
He remembered, though, that Bam had always kept a stash of it in the hidden cellar, so he quickly made his way down the dark stairway in search of it. It immediately smelled of moth balls and dust, aggravating his asthma to no end. When he made it inside, Ville clicked a light on, but found no beer.
“What the hell?” he groaned, searching the open room. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a dark room in the corner that, for reasons unknown, intrigued him. Slowly, Ville walked towards the room, searching for a light. There was no switch on the wall, but he could see the outline of a string hanging from the ceiling. He pulled it, only to have his heart skip a beat once the glow filled the room. Taped to all four walls were tons of pictures of him from various magazines and internet print outs. It almost looked like some sort of freakish shrine.
“Like what you see?” Ville jumped, whipping around to see Bam in the doorway.
“Bam…what is this?”
“It’s for you,” he said, coming towards the singer. “It’s all for you…every picture, every interview…all of it…but, you don’t care, do you? All you care about is her.” Ville bit his lower lip, backing up with every advancement Bam made to him. “You’ll never love me, will you?”
“What’re you talking about?” Ville asked fear in his voice as he eventually backed up into a corner.
“Why won’t you love me?!” Bam yelled, causing Ville to jerk back. “What’s wrong with me, huh? Why am I not good enough for you?!”
“Bammie, I never said you weren’t,” he said, his voice shaky. “Let’s go upstairs and talk about it, okay?” He growled, placing both hands on Ville’s shoulders.
“No, I wanna talk about it here! Why don’t you love me?”
“Bam, stop it!”
“WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME?” Pushing past him, Ville ran towards the stairs, only to have Bam yank him back by his brown mat of hair. He let out a painful cry, landing on the chilled floor. “I wanna know, Ville, what’s so damn unlovable about me…c’mon, tell me…” Ville started to rise back up, but Bam shoved him down with his foot. “Tell me, Ville!”
“Please, Bam, stop it…” Kneeling down next to him, Bam gripped Ville’s chin and pulled it to face him.
“Tell me!”
“Why’re you doing this?” Ville cried. “I didn’t do anything to you…”
“That’s just it...you didn’t do anything…” Standing up, Bam walked off into a corner, out of Ville’s view. “All you did was love her, never love me…for the longest time I didn’t think I could go on with someone else having you…but, I’ve come to realize that I could take you back. It’s simple…if I can’t have you…” He stopped, coming back into the light with a roll of silver duct tape. “…No one will…” Eyes widening, Ville shot up and ran up the wooden stairs, only to find the downstairs door locked from the outside.
“You can’t run from me, Ville,” Bam warned while coming up from the cellar. Heart pounding, Ville darted up the stairs into the living room, but found the front and patio doors locked as well.
“Oh my God,” he panted, searching for another option. Hearing Bam not far behind, he bolted up the stairs to the guest bedroom and barricaded it shut. “This is not happening, this is not happening…” Suddenly, a loud thump came at the door repeatedly until it went flying open. Ville cowered in the corner as Bam stomped over to him and grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck, dragging him into his office. Throwing him in a chair, Bam began to unroll the duct tape, Ville attempting to run again.
“Sit down!” Bam yelled, slapping him across the cheek. Crying hard, Ville put a hand over his burning wound while Bam wrapped the tape around him chest.
“Bam, please, I’ll do anything, just don’t do this,” he sobbed, Bam wrapping his boney wrists to either side of the chair. “Please, listen to me…” Ignoring him, he tied Ville’s ankles together before standing upright.
“If you would just love me this wouldn’t have to happen.”
“I do love you…Bam, I swear, I love y-" Bam silenced him, placing a piece of tape on his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, wiping a tear away from underneath Ville’s eye. Ville jerked away, moaning through his gag. “Yes, you are…you’ve always been beautiful to me…why do you think I love you so much?” Looking away, Ville sniffled and tried to control his breathing so he wouldn’t have an asthma attack. From the looks of it, he would probably end up suffocating from it since Bam most likely wouldn’t give him his inhaler. “I’m gonna go downstairs for a little bit, okay? Then I’ll be up to spend some time with you, babe.” Taking a hold of the back of the chair, Bam wheeled it into his bedroom and placed Ville near the bed.
“Stay there, I’ll be back.” He shut the door, Ville hearing it lock from the other end. As soon as he heard Bam get downstairs, he immediately began to struggle, moving his wrists back and forth to loosen the tape. That proved no luck, the friction beginning to cut his milky white skin. He yelped, stopping. He couldn’t believe that this was real. There was no way in hell Bam would do this to him. There had to be something more to it, something must have triggered him to snap.
Throwing his head back, Ville let out a cry of frustration, the sound coming out muffled from the tape. All hope honestly seemed lost at this moment. He didn’t know what else to do anymore. If Bam kept going on like this he would probably kill him, after all, he was basically kidnapped and no one would know. But, then he thought of it: Mige! Mige knew he was there. If he could just get his cell phone out of his pocket he could call or at least text him to come over there. Carefully, Ville pushed against the bulge in his coat with the side of the chair, trying to get it to slip out.
‘C’mon,’ he thought to himself. ‘C’mon…just come out…’ Pushing harder, the phone finally slipped out and fell onto the chair. ‘Shit…’ Thinking for a moment, Ville scooted next to the bed and nudged it onto it. Now all he had to do was grab it…which proved harder than he thought. Reaching out the best he could, he outstretched his hand and just barely touched it before he was restricted. ‘Damnit!’ He let out a cry, feeling completely beaten.
“Ville?” Bam called from outside the door. He stopped dead, hearing the door unlock and open. “You okay, baby?” Breathing heavily, Ville nodded, glancing at the phone. “Well, I’m gonna spend some time with you, alright?” He plopped down on the bed and looked at the Finn’s bound form, resting his chin in his palm. “It was the only way, Vil’…” Ville huffed and looked away. “This was the only way I’d get you to love me…” He shook his head, pleading with his eyes. “Yes, it was, and you know it.” Without warning, the cell phone went off, causing both of them to jump. Bam smiled, answering it.
“Hello?...oh, hey, Miz…” Feeling his heart beat, Ville began to struggle again, trying to call out through the tape. Bam gritted his teeth, kicking Ville against the wall, sending his head colliding with the dry wall. “That was the T.V., sorry about that…Ville’s…Ville’s taking a nap upstairs. The jet lag was getting to him.” Seeing stars, Ville’s eyes fluttered open and shut, his vision doubled. “Yeah, I’ll have him call you when he gets up…see ya….” He slapped the phone shut, rushing to Ville’s slumped body.
“Don’t you do that shit again, you hear me?!” Ville looked at him with a weakened gaze. “Why can’t you just be good for once?” Watching him storm out, Ville moved the chair slowly back to the bed, attempting once again to grab the phone. This time, he fought through the pain of the tape cutting off his circulation and succeeded in grabbing it. Thumbing it open, he began to rapidly text Mige to tell him what had happened, hoping to God he’d believe it. Hearing Bam come back up the stairs, he clicked ‘send’ and threw it back on the bed, but the sight in front of him send chills up and down his spine. There Bam stood, holding a shiny pistol at his side.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Vam in a sick way...
Summary: What happens when an obsession makes you snap?
Disclaimer: I don't own them and they're definately not locked in my closet... ;)
Don't worry, Frozen To Lose It All will be up soon. I just had this idea for the longest time that I couldn't go on any longer without writing this down. This is a two parter.
Comments=Vam Sex
‘He’ll never love me,’ Bam thought, standing in the cold cellar of his castle home. ‘Why would he? I’m nothing compared to what he has…and I never will be…’ Tears sprung to his crystal blue eyes as he stared back at a picture of his Finnish idol pasted on the concrete wall, among the numerous others. Over the years, Bam had collected thousands of articles, posters, clippings, everything on the singer, all of it adding to his obsession. He didn’t find anything wrong with it, until he met Jonna. She was the apple in Ville’s eye, making him realize that he, in fact, wasn’t the one. Ville was so infatuated with the raven haired beauty that he barely paid attention to anyone else but her.
‘Why do I even bother? I’m not his…well, not yet…’ Smiling, he took one last look at the center picture and pulled the string above him, shutting off the light.
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“You want me to come with you?” Mige asked as he pulled up to Castle Bam. “I mean, it’s no big deal. I don’t mind hanging out…” Ville smiled, shaking his head.
“Mizee, really, it’s okay. I’m a big boy,” he joked. Mige rolled his eyes, leaning over and opening Ville’s door. “I’ll call you later on to let you know what’s going on.”
“Alright, but remember we have a show tomorrow.”
“I know, I know…” he muttered, getting out and walking up to the crimson Heartagram doors. Knocking, Ville stood there and waited until the door was finally open. “Hi, Bammie.” In front of him, Bam gave a small grin, wearing a black shirt with Ville’s picture on it, something Ville never saw him wear before.
“I’ve been waiting for you…” He tilted his head, walking in.
“I told you when I was coming.”
“That’s not what I meant…” Ville furrowed his brow and licked his lower lip, entering in further until Bam went in front of him once again.
“Then, what did you-"
“We have the house to ourselves for tonight,” he said, cutting Ville off mid sentence. “I kicked everyone out so we can be alone for once. Sit down…” Obeying, the Goth sat down on the leather couch slowly, slightly confused.
“That was really sweet of you, Bammie, but you didn’t have to do that…” Bam glared, sitting down next to him.
“What, you don’t want to be alone with me?”
“Bam, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting weird since I got here…” He shrugged, laughing it off.
“Nothing’s wrong…I’ve just missed hanging out with you.” Ville clucked his tongue.
“I have, too…listen, I’m glad we’re going to be alone. It’ll give us time to catch up on things, right?” Bam nodded as Ville stood up. “I say we drink. Where’s the booze?”
“In the Pirate Bar…” He grinned, going downstairs before Bam could say another word. Even though Ville felt completely at home in the castle, something struck him as odd. Right from the start Bam had a strange look in his eyes. It was like he was a different person in a way. Trying to ignore it, Ville looked in the refrigerator, only to find it empty of any alcohol.
He remembered, though, that Bam had always kept a stash of it in the hidden cellar, so he quickly made his way down the dark stairway in search of it. It immediately smelled of moth balls and dust, aggravating his asthma to no end. When he made it inside, Ville clicked a light on, but found no beer.
“What the hell?” he groaned, searching the open room. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a dark room in the corner that, for reasons unknown, intrigued him. Slowly, Ville walked towards the room, searching for a light. There was no switch on the wall, but he could see the outline of a string hanging from the ceiling. He pulled it, only to have his heart skip a beat once the glow filled the room. Taped to all four walls were tons of pictures of him from various magazines and internet print outs. It almost looked like some sort of freakish shrine.
“Like what you see?” Ville jumped, whipping around to see Bam in the doorway.
“Bam…what is this?”
“It’s for you,” he said, coming towards the singer. “It’s all for you…every picture, every interview…all of it…but, you don’t care, do you? All you care about is her.” Ville bit his lower lip, backing up with every advancement Bam made to him. “You’ll never love me, will you?”
“What’re you talking about?” Ville asked fear in his voice as he eventually backed up into a corner.
“Why won’t you love me?!” Bam yelled, causing Ville to jerk back. “What’s wrong with me, huh? Why am I not good enough for you?!”
“Bammie, I never said you weren’t,” he said, his voice shaky. “Let’s go upstairs and talk about it, okay?” He growled, placing both hands on Ville’s shoulders.
“No, I wanna talk about it here! Why don’t you love me?”
“Bam, stop it!”
“WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME?” Pushing past him, Ville ran towards the stairs, only to have Bam yank him back by his brown mat of hair. He let out a painful cry, landing on the chilled floor. “I wanna know, Ville, what’s so damn unlovable about me…c’mon, tell me…” Ville started to rise back up, but Bam shoved him down with his foot. “Tell me, Ville!”
“Please, Bam, stop it…” Kneeling down next to him, Bam gripped Ville’s chin and pulled it to face him.
“Tell me!”
“Why’re you doing this?” Ville cried. “I didn’t do anything to you…”
“That’s just it...you didn’t do anything…” Standing up, Bam walked off into a corner, out of Ville’s view. “All you did was love her, never love me…for the longest time I didn’t think I could go on with someone else having you…but, I’ve come to realize that I could take you back. It’s simple…if I can’t have you…” He stopped, coming back into the light with a roll of silver duct tape. “…No one will…” Eyes widening, Ville shot up and ran up the wooden stairs, only to find the downstairs door locked from the outside.
“You can’t run from me, Ville,” Bam warned while coming up from the cellar. Heart pounding, Ville darted up the stairs into the living room, but found the front and patio doors locked as well.
“Oh my God,” he panted, searching for another option. Hearing Bam not far behind, he bolted up the stairs to the guest bedroom and barricaded it shut. “This is not happening, this is not happening…” Suddenly, a loud thump came at the door repeatedly until it went flying open. Ville cowered in the corner as Bam stomped over to him and grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck, dragging him into his office. Throwing him in a chair, Bam began to unroll the duct tape, Ville attempting to run again.
“Sit down!” Bam yelled, slapping him across the cheek. Crying hard, Ville put a hand over his burning wound while Bam wrapped the tape around him chest.
“Bam, please, I’ll do anything, just don’t do this,” he sobbed, Bam wrapping his boney wrists to either side of the chair. “Please, listen to me…” Ignoring him, he tied Ville’s ankles together before standing upright.
“If you would just love me this wouldn’t have to happen.”
“I do love you…Bam, I swear, I love y-" Bam silenced him, placing a piece of tape on his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, wiping a tear away from underneath Ville’s eye. Ville jerked away, moaning through his gag. “Yes, you are…you’ve always been beautiful to me…why do you think I love you so much?” Looking away, Ville sniffled and tried to control his breathing so he wouldn’t have an asthma attack. From the looks of it, he would probably end up suffocating from it since Bam most likely wouldn’t give him his inhaler. “I’m gonna go downstairs for a little bit, okay? Then I’ll be up to spend some time with you, babe.” Taking a hold of the back of the chair, Bam wheeled it into his bedroom and placed Ville near the bed.
“Stay there, I’ll be back.” He shut the door, Ville hearing it lock from the other end. As soon as he heard Bam get downstairs, he immediately began to struggle, moving his wrists back and forth to loosen the tape. That proved no luck, the friction beginning to cut his milky white skin. He yelped, stopping. He couldn’t believe that this was real. There was no way in hell Bam would do this to him. There had to be something more to it, something must have triggered him to snap.
Throwing his head back, Ville let out a cry of frustration, the sound coming out muffled from the tape. All hope honestly seemed lost at this moment. He didn’t know what else to do anymore. If Bam kept going on like this he would probably kill him, after all, he was basically kidnapped and no one would know. But, then he thought of it: Mige! Mige knew he was there. If he could just get his cell phone out of his pocket he could call or at least text him to come over there. Carefully, Ville pushed against the bulge in his coat with the side of the chair, trying to get it to slip out.
‘C’mon,’ he thought to himself. ‘C’mon…just come out…’ Pushing harder, the phone finally slipped out and fell onto the chair. ‘Shit…’ Thinking for a moment, Ville scooted next to the bed and nudged it onto it. Now all he had to do was grab it…which proved harder than he thought. Reaching out the best he could, he outstretched his hand and just barely touched it before he was restricted. ‘Damnit!’ He let out a cry, feeling completely beaten.
“Ville?” Bam called from outside the door. He stopped dead, hearing the door unlock and open. “You okay, baby?” Breathing heavily, Ville nodded, glancing at the phone. “Well, I’m gonna spend some time with you, alright?” He plopped down on the bed and looked at the Finn’s bound form, resting his chin in his palm. “It was the only way, Vil’…” Ville huffed and looked away. “This was the only way I’d get you to love me…” He shook his head, pleading with his eyes. “Yes, it was, and you know it.” Without warning, the cell phone went off, causing both of them to jump. Bam smiled, answering it.
“Hello?...oh, hey, Miz…” Feeling his heart beat, Ville began to struggle again, trying to call out through the tape. Bam gritted his teeth, kicking Ville against the wall, sending his head colliding with the dry wall. “That was the T.V., sorry about that…Ville’s…Ville’s taking a nap upstairs. The jet lag was getting to him.” Seeing stars, Ville’s eyes fluttered open and shut, his vision doubled. “Yeah, I’ll have him call you when he gets up…see ya….” He slapped the phone shut, rushing to Ville’s slumped body.
“Don’t you do that shit again, you hear me?!” Ville looked at him with a weakened gaze. “Why can’t you just be good for once?” Watching him storm out, Ville moved the chair slowly back to the bed, attempting once again to grab the phone. This time, he fought through the pain of the tape cutting off his circulation and succeeded in grabbing it. Thumbing it open, he began to rapidly text Mige to tell him what had happened, hoping to God he’d believe it. Hearing Bam come back up the stairs, he clicked ‘send’ and threw it back on the bed, but the sight in front of him send chills up and down his spine. There Bam stood, holding a shiny pistol at his side.