chapter seven
Author: mamammami
Rating: R?
Genre: Horror
Chapter: 7
Summary: Two friends have been together for a few years and felt it was time to move in together. Ville goes away for a week and leaves Bam alone to deal with moving by himself and he finds a book. Things from the chapters start happening to them.
Disclaimer: Fiction, Don’t know anyone, Don’t own anything but the story.
"Should your blanket be torn,
May your breezes blow warm,
May your pleasure be what you find.
May the burdens you bear
Like your bounty-be shared
May you leave something good behind," Said the priest as he was interrupted by a green eyed teen aged boy.
Ville wasn't paying attention to the eulogy at all, just thinking about how his life would be now that his family was gone. He looked down at his hand being held by what was suppose to be his one true love, Christina Margera, who was two years older than he was, him being 14 and her being 16. Then he looked over at Brandon who at the time was only 10 and oblivious to what even happened, and what he was doing there was beyond him. Christina and Brandon's parents were to care for Ville now, being close friends with the Valo family for a long time, and not seeing any of his real family he didn't feel the Margera's wanted to be here in the first place. Ville walked over to the priest and grabbed the paper from his hand and read the rest of the eulogy as quickly as he can.
"May the sky and the land
Rise to your command
May your senses come like the night.
Live in peace with the Earth
As in death-As in birth
May you prosper, and have a good life."
Ville dropped the paper on top of his mother's casket and walked up the rocky hill back to his house to pack, knowing he would be a new resident at the Margera household by tonight, whether he liked it or not.
"I'm a man about to be wed and I can't even live in my own house by myself. This is ridiculous."
"Ville, sweetheart, why did you run off like that, the service wasn't over yet!" Ville heard Christina yell from downstairs as she was making her way up them.
Christina opened the door to find her fiance sitting on the bed with his shoulders drooped over.
"You can't blame your parent's death on yourself, darling. It wasn't your fault."
Ville didn't say a word back because he knew very well it wasn't his fault. The town council swore up and down that the Valo family held a book of secrets, or what they liked to say, curses. The council blamed it was his parent's doing that killed Ville's brother and his parents were killed by their necks. True the Valo's were cursed by this book from some long time ago witch that cursed this book apon them and his life was already written inside the words of the pages inside it, he never even opened it yet because he didn't want to know what was in store for the future.
Two nights at the Margera house had passed, Ville ended up sleeping on a cot even though they had more than enough beds in the huge house for him to pick one. Everything was planned out day by day breakfast at 7:00AM, lunch at 12:00PM, and dinner at 6. Family time was planned for 7:00PM then directly after was wash time then bed time. Everyone had to be in bed by 10:00, or they would have to sleep outside with the animals. Christina's parents owned a farm, making her father some large amounts of money and a very respected man in the town. Ville found himself sleeping outside on numerous occasions because Christina's older brother Jess, thought it was funny to lock Ville in the closet during wash time. He didn't attend the funeral because he was at war with Europe, another reason he didn't like Ville so much.
"You sound like the British, I don't trust you one bit, you will probably slit my throat in my sleep."
"Yank." Ville said quietly enough for Jess to hear him but not make out what he said, or so he thought.
"What did you say baby of Satin? Did you just call me a Yank?" Jess said while walking towards him.
Ville was scared but he knew he had to stand up for himself sooner or later.
"Yes I did and I will say it again, Yank, your a big nasty smelly American, spit on this Earth, thats all you are!"
Ville started to run but found he was no match for a soldier and Jess caught him as quickly as he started to get away."
"I'll teach you what we do to British folk who disobey us."
Jess picked Ville up and and through him in the closet.
"That's all? Your going to throw me in the closet and make me miss wash time? Is that what you do, make the British smell bad?" Ville said with laughter but it soon stopped Jess came in with him and closed the door...
****
"Ville, your tossing and turning wake the fuck up, your scaring me."
Bam started to shake Ville but couldn't wake him up, so he ran downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water.
"I hope he doesn't wake up swinging!" Bam said as he dumped the ice cold water on Ville's face soaking him.
"What the hell was that for, Bam?"
"You were having a nightmare, and I couldn't get you up."
"Well looks like I can miss wash time tonight, what time is it? Did I miss breakfast?"
:)comments welcome
Rating: R?
Genre: Horror
Chapter: 7
Summary: Two friends have been together for a few years and felt it was time to move in together. Ville goes away for a week and leaves Bam alone to deal with moving by himself and he finds a book. Things from the chapters start happening to them.
Disclaimer: Fiction, Don’t know anyone, Don’t own anything but the story.
"Should your blanket be torn,
May your breezes blow warm,
May your pleasure be what you find.
May the burdens you bear
Like your bounty-be shared
May you leave something good behind," Said the priest as he was interrupted by a green eyed teen aged boy.
Ville wasn't paying attention to the eulogy at all, just thinking about how his life would be now that his family was gone. He looked down at his hand being held by what was suppose to be his one true love, Christina Margera, who was two years older than he was, him being 14 and her being 16. Then he looked over at Brandon who at the time was only 10 and oblivious to what even happened, and what he was doing there was beyond him. Christina and Brandon's parents were to care for Ville now, being close friends with the Valo family for a long time, and not seeing any of his real family he didn't feel the Margera's wanted to be here in the first place. Ville walked over to the priest and grabbed the paper from his hand and read the rest of the eulogy as quickly as he can.
"May the sky and the land
Rise to your command
May your senses come like the night.
Live in peace with the Earth
As in death-As in birth
May you prosper, and have a good life."
Ville dropped the paper on top of his mother's casket and walked up the rocky hill back to his house to pack, knowing he would be a new resident at the Margera household by tonight, whether he liked it or not.
"I'm a man about to be wed and I can't even live in my own house by myself. This is ridiculous."
"Ville, sweetheart, why did you run off like that, the service wasn't over yet!" Ville heard Christina yell from downstairs as she was making her way up them.
Christina opened the door to find her fiance sitting on the bed with his shoulders drooped over.
"You can't blame your parent's death on yourself, darling. It wasn't your fault."
Ville didn't say a word back because he knew very well it wasn't his fault. The town council swore up and down that the Valo family held a book of secrets, or what they liked to say, curses. The council blamed it was his parent's doing that killed Ville's brother and his parents were killed by their necks. True the Valo's were cursed by this book from some long time ago witch that cursed this book apon them and his life was already written inside the words of the pages inside it, he never even opened it yet because he didn't want to know what was in store for the future.
Two nights at the Margera house had passed, Ville ended up sleeping on a cot even though they had more than enough beds in the huge house for him to pick one. Everything was planned out day by day breakfast at 7:00AM, lunch at 12:00PM, and dinner at 6. Family time was planned for 7:00PM then directly after was wash time then bed time. Everyone had to be in bed by 10:00, or they would have to sleep outside with the animals. Christina's parents owned a farm, making her father some large amounts of money and a very respected man in the town. Ville found himself sleeping outside on numerous occasions because Christina's older brother Jess, thought it was funny to lock Ville in the closet during wash time. He didn't attend the funeral because he was at war with Europe, another reason he didn't like Ville so much.
"You sound like the British, I don't trust you one bit, you will probably slit my throat in my sleep."
"Yank." Ville said quietly enough for Jess to hear him but not make out what he said, or so he thought.
"What did you say baby of Satin? Did you just call me a Yank?" Jess said while walking towards him.
Ville was scared but he knew he had to stand up for himself sooner or later.
"Yes I did and I will say it again, Yank, your a big nasty smelly American, spit on this Earth, thats all you are!"
Ville started to run but found he was no match for a soldier and Jess caught him as quickly as he started to get away."
"I'll teach you what we do to British folk who disobey us."
Jess picked Ville up and and through him in the closet.
"That's all? Your going to throw me in the closet and make me miss wash time? Is that what you do, make the British smell bad?" Ville said with laughter but it soon stopped Jess came in with him and closed the door...
****
"Ville, your tossing and turning wake the fuck up, your scaring me."
Bam started to shake Ville but couldn't wake him up, so he ran downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water.
"I hope he doesn't wake up swinging!" Bam said as he dumped the ice cold water on Ville's face soaking him.
"What the hell was that for, Bam?"
"You were having a nightmare, and I couldn't get you up."
"Well looks like I can miss wash time tonight, what time is it? Did I miss breakfast?"
:)comments welcome