PASSIONS KILLING FLOOR ---CHAPTER 4
Title: Passions Killing Floor - CHAPTER FOUR
Author:
bromptncocktale
Pairing: VAM
Rating: PG-13 ;VIOLENCE.
Summary: When Ville's absolutely sure he's stuck with Bam for good, a new option e-mails its way into his life.
Disclaimer: Never happened, obviously.
Warnings: Violence
Authors Notes: Caution; shitty title.
Other Chapters: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3145802.html#cutid1 Chapter 1
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3157603.html#cutid1 Chapter 2
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3174565.html#cutid1 Chapter 3
Ville was sure that Bam would change now that they went the step beyond simple boyfriends and turned fiancés, they had a whole new world of life to explore with one another.
Instead… Ville just found himself in front of the mirror putting cover up on all over again as soon as Bam announced that he was going out. Ville was to stay home and not take a single step outside, and for asking him why, he deserved a good smacking around. Ville wasn’t going to go out anyways, he just wanted to know why. Bam premeditated everything, so he probably had guys lurking around watching him. It made Ville nervous, but what could they do?… They were there to protect him, right? Bam was so caring, and loving, but it was kind of awkward.
Ville spent a whole hour with his makeup, skipping breakfast again, after all, he had to watch his weight.. At least that’s what Bam told him.
Ville had gone several days with out food, or a week or so, he didn’t remember, or care. He played concerts and flew to America and did everything with Bam, and then this morning decided to have a muffin. A muffin just to refrain from passing out. Bam watched him as he came into the room and had this appalled look on his face. When Ville inquired what the matter was, the expected answer from Bam sure as hell wasn’t “You should be watching your weight.”
Ville didn’t remember drinking liquor, or drinking anything except water, coffee or tea. He checked his figure in the mirror after he handed the muffin over to Bam for hm to eat. Ville didn’t see any change in his thin form, but the scale told him he’d lost nearly ten pounds.
“Ville! I’m leaving! Get your mother fuckin’ hott ass down here!”
Ville dropped his compact on the floor, nervously darting around to pick up the pieces that broke off and throwing them back into the compacts dish and putting it on the table.
“Now, Valo!”
“I’m coming my darling!” Ville panicked, checking himself in the mirror to make sure he was presentable for Bam.
Ville nearly tripped down the stair case, running into Bam’s arms, “Yes?” he asked softly.
“Stay here,” At least he got a kiss… “I’m not allowing you to go out. Clean my fucking room and be productive before I kick you out of here.”
Ville gulped, nodded and before he could even give his love a kiss, he was shoved down onto the floor in front of everybody, watching them all laughing at him in unison with Bam’s sadistic sounding cackle. He even stayed down on the floor long after the door slammed shut and they had gone. He wondered if the door would swing open as fast as a trigger releasing a bullet. Bam would blast through the door like the bullet, screaming and kicking him. Why would sweet Ville wait for something like that to occur? Ville wondered about that, too, for a little while, his mind made up sweet poetry about the way Bam treated him. All his lyrical words turned to affectionate love as they ended to possible songs about murder. If he ever got the chance to write. Ville knew Bam would never go that far to hurt him. Ever.
Ville found his acoustic guitar under a pile of Bam’s clothes. He picked up after Bam and made their -- or his bed. Ville found the task a little easier than what hell Bam made it sound like. Maybe it was because Ville had always been picking up after him because he couldn’t find anything of his own possession. Ville only found a few minutes to play with his guitar before he took a seat on Bam’s bed, rather than on the floor, with a laptop that belonged to his darling. He knew he’d receive a beating for using it most likely, but Ville was supposed to have cleaned, so they laptop could be put somewhere else, and he had to be careful to delete the evidence of him using it too, but that was easy.
The viridian singer typed away in instant messages to his friends back in Finland, glancing out the window every now and then for Bam’s hummer, or one of his friends outside.
All Ville’s paranoia came to an abrupt halt as he read his emails. Fuck the instant messages! Ville needed to talk with his band mates now, not reading their words, but actually talking to them. Mige always had the best excuses to get Bam to just shut up and go away. When Mige told Gas the happenings of what Bam was doing, because he was the only one who understood what Bam was doing, but never expected it to suddenly happen out of nowhere, Gas was always game to fight the bastard, and now more than ever once he received the panic of Ville’s instant messages. Linde wasn’t any different, he too wanted to strangle the jerk, and Ville was certain he was the only one who didn’t want to kill Bam.. Even Burton would bash Bam in the head with his keyboard.
His band members would probably have to come to the house and kidnap him back, Ville wouldn’t get out of the house unless he was in an ambulance. Ville didn’t want to try running away either. He knew what Bam was capable of, and now he was realizing that everyone around him had always been right about what Bam was up to, but they were wrong too, Bam was capable of abuse, but now they were set for a married life of love and nothing else. He couldn’t leave America now. America? He couldn’t even leave West Chester! Or Bam’s castle for that matter!
Ville’s day was deadly silent, nothing had gone on all morning, so he found showering, eating for real, shaving and generally keeping himself well kempt for Bam to be an easy thing to do. The minute he heard a crash, it was clear Bam was home.
He watched out the window at his lover showing off for his friends. Did he not remember his own fiancé was locked up inside? Ville just sighed and went back to the bedroom and laid down on the bed, flipping his cell phone around between elegant paste white fingers garnished with black nails. The very second he even thought about calling his friends, the younger man came in the room from what seemed like nowhere at all. Bam Margera snatched the phone in one swift motion and threw it right out the window.
Ville Valo had made his best dash for the door, yet Bam just seemed to be unavoidable and moved as fast as a lion catching its prey. He caught Valo’s arm and threw him against the wall, immediately using his body like a punching bag. Cries of pain didn’t matter anymore, Bam didn’t hear them. He didn’t want to. Maybe if Bam heard the deathly screams for him to stop, and for someone to help him, that he might, just maybe feel some guilt for what he was constantly doing.
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Ville found himself staring out the window of a downtown bar Bam had taken him and everyone he knew to. Bam decided this would be their fast engagement party. Clearly, romance wasn’t a big part of Bam’s life, he couldn’t have given a shit less about it. Ville wasn’t supposed to be drinking, but he was swishing vodka around in a small Styrofoam cup. Stylish, wasn’t it? It didn’t even taste good. It tasted like someone had handed him a cup full of mushy dirt and sand. He had his cigarettes to comfort him though…
It was almost peaceful, the music that blasted down stairs was soft and faint from the upstairs, and no one bothered with the Finn either. Bam was the life of the party. His very being signified “party.” So Ville Valo sat up there, alone and barely blinking as he watched out over the highway at the cars speeding by, and the highway across from that, backed up completely with traffic from a car accident that he had a perfect view of. The dusk settled into night outside, and his mind settled with it to stop thinking of the abuse he put up with from his cobalt lover. He still even called him a lover. He truly felt that love always prevails.
“You okay? I didn‘t see you anywhere,” Bam’s voice was soft and gentle as he approached his fiancé, “What are you drinking?”
“..Vodka,” Ville sighed and handed it over to Bam, “Just don’t drink it it’s dis-”
Bam spat it out on the floor as soon as it washed over his tongue, “It tastes like shit!” he screamed.
“Calm down, you and your friends are cleaning out the bar anyways…”
Bam knew it, he shrugged and sat down on the windowsill with his love. “Why don’t you come down now?”
Ville’s once settled mind flashed to the images of the people that had seen him beaten, yelled at, put through hell, and worse, raped. How could they ever look at Ville and see him for just himself ever again? They wouldn’t be able to because Bam made such a scene all the time. Ville wasn’t even sure if dating Bam after everything and now marrying him was the right choice to even make.
Why couldn’t he get over his love for Bam? He had more than enough reasons to do it.
Bam didn’t know what Ville was thinking at the moment, but the second his lips pressed against his, Ville forgot all about what he was thinking.
“Come downstairs.”
“No, Bam..”
Ville wondered to himself if he had ever said no to Bam before in his life, and he could tell by the look on Bam’s face that he too was now wondering if Ville had ever said no before too.
“Well I’m going.”
Ville smiled and nodded, watching Bam leave. Maybe it was because Bam was being sweet, but Ville immediately stopped Van from going out the door. “Sweetheart?” he spoke weakly, “I have something I need to tell you.”
Bam looked at him curiously, closing the door and walking back over to Ville while he removed his pink tinted sunglasses, “You’re not pregnant are you?”
Ville shook his head, making some disgusted face at him, “No. Not in a million years -- This is serious.”
Bam just scratched at his goatee and looked over him a few times, “Well, then tell me, PMS?
“Bam!”
“Okay, Okay… what is it?” Bam groaned as he prepared himself for Ville’s seriousness. “Don’t be poetic about it, just tell me straight out, okay?”
“I’m going to, just sit down.”
Ville took a long drag off his cigarette, “Bam, I got an e-mail today.. I used your laptop, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have..” Ville was prepared for the smack he received, “And…. And I got an e-mail…”
“So what?!” Bam snorted.
“They want me to leave for tour.”
“You jus got a break.”
“I know… but that’s what management told us, the label wants us to do another tour.. I called the guys.. And hey thought it was kind of shitty too but - -”
“You talked to them!?”
Ville knew better than to lie to Bam. “Yes.”
Ville didn’t scream or yell or fight back or do anything to stop bam from punching or kicking or ramming him into the wall. He knew this was coming and he prepared for the worst all day. Ville looked up at bam with out tears in his eyes when everything was through, somehow a beating like that wasn’t the worst thing that he had pictured. He knew to be stronger and not to let Bam make him cry anymore, but maybe Bam liked to see him cry. Bam didn’t leave the room, he just stood with his back to Ville and pretended to cry.
Ville rubbed at his body’s new cuts and bruises and looked at Bam, somehow Bam had feeling, or at least that’s what Bam got Ville to believe… he was a fantastic actor. The chartreuse man got himself up off the floor and mopped up the blood he had spilled from himself up with his beanie and removed the blood from his nose on his scarf before he wrapped his arms around Bam and held him close.
“I’m sorry, Ville..”
“It’s okay, Bam-Bam..” he said softly, “My dear, would you like to go home?”
“No… Hey, Ville?” Bam turned around to face him, forcing his body to be nervous and shaky as he pretended to dry tears from his eyes that never existed in the first place. “Don’t leave on tour, okay?”
“…I won’t fucking go,” Ville laughed.
Bam nodded, kissing Ville and leaving back down to his party, putting his oversized sunglasses back on and chuckling to himself as he jumped down the stair case.
Ville was such a sucker.
Valo glanced out into the now pitch black night, sighing heavily and falling to his knees, “What the fuck did I get my self into?” he cried for himself instead of Bam.
******
“Gas?”
Ville called the first three people he could. Bam was gone out of state for three days and sorrowfully Ville made the decision to leave his beloved Bam. He still didn’t want to and he cried as he packed his clothes and his few possessions. His mind raced with paranoia that Bam was watching his every move. Bam was going to pop out and attack him for trying to leave.
The lead singer was never happier to be with his band mates. Freedom was his, but a miserable freedom. He didn’t want to be free from Bam. What was he free from anyways? Bam wasn’t doing anything wrong. This was Ville’s new home. This was a new, happy life. Yet, Ville Valo was lying himself into believing life was happy and fun and the way he loved Bam was the way Bam loved him. Bam wasn’t abusive or anything. Their life was perfect.
So why was Ville running away?
Ville managed to make it to the air port with the support and help of his band mates. They found it easy to just walk through the door and into the house, help Ville with his suitcases of clothes and drag Ville out. Ville described it over the phone and over the computer as some mission impossible thing with high security and invisible lasers like a jewelry store vault.
No one had ever seen Ville cry the way he was. He wasn’t obnoxious and hysterical and whining, but silently crying against the glass of the car window wondering what had happened to his perfect life with the perfect person. He even occasionally hallucinated when he looked up into the other cars, he’d see Bam driving them for just a split second when he knew it wasn’t really Bam at all. The first ten minutes he had been occasionally glancing into the mirror… he knew the car behind theirs was following them. There wasn’t a way that it could have been a coincidence. Ville tried to tell the others, but his paranoia was so bad that he couldn’t even get the correct arrangement of words out. They tried their best to escape the following car, but it just kept following, but from a distance now. Ville didn’t feel any safer, in fact he felt more in danger than he did with Bam’s fists jammed into his body.
Ville shook like he was having a heart attack. It was one hour before the flight back into Europe and then back to Finland to get ready for tour. Things were going okay, and the other car had not followed them into the air port, but drove past them them and left. That didn’t mean Ville wasn’t still afraid though.
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Well... the first to the last chapter which I'll be starting tommorow.
I don't have anything snarky to say, or any more pretzel heartagrams..
The next chapter ends with ....-CLIFFHANGER-
and tbh, I don't have any more vam story ideas, the majority of my current plots are A7X and an MCR story, and of course.. I don't have places to post those, hahaha.
(: anyways thanks for all the comments and support so far, it's been awesome.
Author:
bromptncocktale
Pairing: VAM
Rating: PG-13 ;VIOLENCE.
Summary: When Ville's absolutely sure he's stuck with Bam for good, a new option e-mails its way into his life.
Disclaimer: Never happened, obviously.
Warnings: Violence
Authors Notes: Caution; shitty title.
Other Chapters: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3145802.html#cutid1 Chapter 1
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3157603.html#cutid1 Chapter 2
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3174565.html#cutid1 Chapter 3
Ville was sure that Bam would change now that they went the step beyond simple boyfriends and turned fiancés, they had a whole new world of life to explore with one another.
Instead… Ville just found himself in front of the mirror putting cover up on all over again as soon as Bam announced that he was going out. Ville was to stay home and not take a single step outside, and for asking him why, he deserved a good smacking around. Ville wasn’t going to go out anyways, he just wanted to know why. Bam premeditated everything, so he probably had guys lurking around watching him. It made Ville nervous, but what could they do?… They were there to protect him, right? Bam was so caring, and loving, but it was kind of awkward.
Ville spent a whole hour with his makeup, skipping breakfast again, after all, he had to watch his weight.. At least that’s what Bam told him.
Ville had gone several days with out food, or a week or so, he didn’t remember, or care. He played concerts and flew to America and did everything with Bam, and then this morning decided to have a muffin. A muffin just to refrain from passing out. Bam watched him as he came into the room and had this appalled look on his face. When Ville inquired what the matter was, the expected answer from Bam sure as hell wasn’t “You should be watching your weight.”
Ville didn’t remember drinking liquor, or drinking anything except water, coffee or tea. He checked his figure in the mirror after he handed the muffin over to Bam for hm to eat. Ville didn’t see any change in his thin form, but the scale told him he’d lost nearly ten pounds.
“Ville! I’m leaving! Get your mother fuckin’ hott ass down here!”
Ville dropped his compact on the floor, nervously darting around to pick up the pieces that broke off and throwing them back into the compacts dish and putting it on the table.
“Now, Valo!”
“I’m coming my darling!” Ville panicked, checking himself in the mirror to make sure he was presentable for Bam.
Ville nearly tripped down the stair case, running into Bam’s arms, “Yes?” he asked softly.
“Stay here,” At least he got a kiss… “I’m not allowing you to go out. Clean my fucking room and be productive before I kick you out of here.”
Ville gulped, nodded and before he could even give his love a kiss, he was shoved down onto the floor in front of everybody, watching them all laughing at him in unison with Bam’s sadistic sounding cackle. He even stayed down on the floor long after the door slammed shut and they had gone. He wondered if the door would swing open as fast as a trigger releasing a bullet. Bam would blast through the door like the bullet, screaming and kicking him. Why would sweet Ville wait for something like that to occur? Ville wondered about that, too, for a little while, his mind made up sweet poetry about the way Bam treated him. All his lyrical words turned to affectionate love as they ended to possible songs about murder. If he ever got the chance to write. Ville knew Bam would never go that far to hurt him. Ever.
Ville found his acoustic guitar under a pile of Bam’s clothes. He picked up after Bam and made their -- or his bed. Ville found the task a little easier than what hell Bam made it sound like. Maybe it was because Ville had always been picking up after him because he couldn’t find anything of his own possession. Ville only found a few minutes to play with his guitar before he took a seat on Bam’s bed, rather than on the floor, with a laptop that belonged to his darling. He knew he’d receive a beating for using it most likely, but Ville was supposed to have cleaned, so they laptop could be put somewhere else, and he had to be careful to delete the evidence of him using it too, but that was easy.
The viridian singer typed away in instant messages to his friends back in Finland, glancing out the window every now and then for Bam’s hummer, or one of his friends outside.
All Ville’s paranoia came to an abrupt halt as he read his emails. Fuck the instant messages! Ville needed to talk with his band mates now, not reading their words, but actually talking to them. Mige always had the best excuses to get Bam to just shut up and go away. When Mige told Gas the happenings of what Bam was doing, because he was the only one who understood what Bam was doing, but never expected it to suddenly happen out of nowhere, Gas was always game to fight the bastard, and now more than ever once he received the panic of Ville’s instant messages. Linde wasn’t any different, he too wanted to strangle the jerk, and Ville was certain he was the only one who didn’t want to kill Bam.. Even Burton would bash Bam in the head with his keyboard.
His band members would probably have to come to the house and kidnap him back, Ville wouldn’t get out of the house unless he was in an ambulance. Ville didn’t want to try running away either. He knew what Bam was capable of, and now he was realizing that everyone around him had always been right about what Bam was up to, but they were wrong too, Bam was capable of abuse, but now they were set for a married life of love and nothing else. He couldn’t leave America now. America? He couldn’t even leave West Chester! Or Bam’s castle for that matter!
Ville’s day was deadly silent, nothing had gone on all morning, so he found showering, eating for real, shaving and generally keeping himself well kempt for Bam to be an easy thing to do. The minute he heard a crash, it was clear Bam was home.
He watched out the window at his lover showing off for his friends. Did he not remember his own fiancé was locked up inside? Ville just sighed and went back to the bedroom and laid down on the bed, flipping his cell phone around between elegant paste white fingers garnished with black nails. The very second he even thought about calling his friends, the younger man came in the room from what seemed like nowhere at all. Bam Margera snatched the phone in one swift motion and threw it right out the window.
Ville Valo had made his best dash for the door, yet Bam just seemed to be unavoidable and moved as fast as a lion catching its prey. He caught Valo’s arm and threw him against the wall, immediately using his body like a punching bag. Cries of pain didn’t matter anymore, Bam didn’t hear them. He didn’t want to. Maybe if Bam heard the deathly screams for him to stop, and for someone to help him, that he might, just maybe feel some guilt for what he was constantly doing.
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Ville found himself staring out the window of a downtown bar Bam had taken him and everyone he knew to. Bam decided this would be their fast engagement party. Clearly, romance wasn’t a big part of Bam’s life, he couldn’t have given a shit less about it. Ville wasn’t supposed to be drinking, but he was swishing vodka around in a small Styrofoam cup. Stylish, wasn’t it? It didn’t even taste good. It tasted like someone had handed him a cup full of mushy dirt and sand. He had his cigarettes to comfort him though…
It was almost peaceful, the music that blasted down stairs was soft and faint from the upstairs, and no one bothered with the Finn either. Bam was the life of the party. His very being signified “party.” So Ville Valo sat up there, alone and barely blinking as he watched out over the highway at the cars speeding by, and the highway across from that, backed up completely with traffic from a car accident that he had a perfect view of. The dusk settled into night outside, and his mind settled with it to stop thinking of the abuse he put up with from his cobalt lover. He still even called him a lover. He truly felt that love always prevails.
“You okay? I didn‘t see you anywhere,” Bam’s voice was soft and gentle as he approached his fiancé, “What are you drinking?”
“..Vodka,” Ville sighed and handed it over to Bam, “Just don’t drink it it’s dis-”
Bam spat it out on the floor as soon as it washed over his tongue, “It tastes like shit!” he screamed.
“Calm down, you and your friends are cleaning out the bar anyways…”
Bam knew it, he shrugged and sat down on the windowsill with his love. “Why don’t you come down now?”
Ville’s once settled mind flashed to the images of the people that had seen him beaten, yelled at, put through hell, and worse, raped. How could they ever look at Ville and see him for just himself ever again? They wouldn’t be able to because Bam made such a scene all the time. Ville wasn’t even sure if dating Bam after everything and now marrying him was the right choice to even make.
Why couldn’t he get over his love for Bam? He had more than enough reasons to do it.
Bam didn’t know what Ville was thinking at the moment, but the second his lips pressed against his, Ville forgot all about what he was thinking.
“Come downstairs.”
“No, Bam..”
Ville wondered to himself if he had ever said no to Bam before in his life, and he could tell by the look on Bam’s face that he too was now wondering if Ville had ever said no before too.
“Well I’m going.”
Ville smiled and nodded, watching Bam leave. Maybe it was because Bam was being sweet, but Ville immediately stopped Van from going out the door. “Sweetheart?” he spoke weakly, “I have something I need to tell you.”
Bam looked at him curiously, closing the door and walking back over to Ville while he removed his pink tinted sunglasses, “You’re not pregnant are you?”
Ville shook his head, making some disgusted face at him, “No. Not in a million years -- This is serious.”
Bam just scratched at his goatee and looked over him a few times, “Well, then tell me, PMS?
“Bam!”
“Okay, Okay… what is it?” Bam groaned as he prepared himself for Ville’s seriousness. “Don’t be poetic about it, just tell me straight out, okay?”
“I’m going to, just sit down.”
Ville took a long drag off his cigarette, “Bam, I got an e-mail today.. I used your laptop, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have..” Ville was prepared for the smack he received, “And…. And I got an e-mail…”
“So what?!” Bam snorted.
“They want me to leave for tour.”
“You jus got a break.”
“I know… but that’s what management told us, the label wants us to do another tour.. I called the guys.. And hey thought it was kind of shitty too but - -”
“You talked to them!?”
Ville knew better than to lie to Bam. “Yes.”
Ville didn’t scream or yell or fight back or do anything to stop bam from punching or kicking or ramming him into the wall. He knew this was coming and he prepared for the worst all day. Ville looked up at bam with out tears in his eyes when everything was through, somehow a beating like that wasn’t the worst thing that he had pictured. He knew to be stronger and not to let Bam make him cry anymore, but maybe Bam liked to see him cry. Bam didn’t leave the room, he just stood with his back to Ville and pretended to cry.
Ville rubbed at his body’s new cuts and bruises and looked at Bam, somehow Bam had feeling, or at least that’s what Bam got Ville to believe… he was a fantastic actor. The chartreuse man got himself up off the floor and mopped up the blood he had spilled from himself up with his beanie and removed the blood from his nose on his scarf before he wrapped his arms around Bam and held him close.
“I’m sorry, Ville..”
“It’s okay, Bam-Bam..” he said softly, “My dear, would you like to go home?”
“No… Hey, Ville?” Bam turned around to face him, forcing his body to be nervous and shaky as he pretended to dry tears from his eyes that never existed in the first place. “Don’t leave on tour, okay?”
“…I won’t fucking go,” Ville laughed.
Bam nodded, kissing Ville and leaving back down to his party, putting his oversized sunglasses back on and chuckling to himself as he jumped down the stair case.
Ville was such a sucker.
Valo glanced out into the now pitch black night, sighing heavily and falling to his knees, “What the fuck did I get my self into?” he cried for himself instead of Bam.
******
“Gas?”
Ville called the first three people he could. Bam was gone out of state for three days and sorrowfully Ville made the decision to leave his beloved Bam. He still didn’t want to and he cried as he packed his clothes and his few possessions. His mind raced with paranoia that Bam was watching his every move. Bam was going to pop out and attack him for trying to leave.
The lead singer was never happier to be with his band mates. Freedom was his, but a miserable freedom. He didn’t want to be free from Bam. What was he free from anyways? Bam wasn’t doing anything wrong. This was Ville’s new home. This was a new, happy life. Yet, Ville Valo was lying himself into believing life was happy and fun and the way he loved Bam was the way Bam loved him. Bam wasn’t abusive or anything. Their life was perfect.
So why was Ville running away?
Ville managed to make it to the air port with the support and help of his band mates. They found it easy to just walk through the door and into the house, help Ville with his suitcases of clothes and drag Ville out. Ville described it over the phone and over the computer as some mission impossible thing with high security and invisible lasers like a jewelry store vault.
No one had ever seen Ville cry the way he was. He wasn’t obnoxious and hysterical and whining, but silently crying against the glass of the car window wondering what had happened to his perfect life with the perfect person. He even occasionally hallucinated when he looked up into the other cars, he’d see Bam driving them for just a split second when he knew it wasn’t really Bam at all. The first ten minutes he had been occasionally glancing into the mirror… he knew the car behind theirs was following them. There wasn’t a way that it could have been a coincidence. Ville tried to tell the others, but his paranoia was so bad that he couldn’t even get the correct arrangement of words out. They tried their best to escape the following car, but it just kept following, but from a distance now. Ville didn’t feel any safer, in fact he felt more in danger than he did with Bam’s fists jammed into his body.
Ville shook like he was having a heart attack. It was one hour before the flight back into Europe and then back to Finland to get ready for tour. Things were going okay, and the other car had not followed them into the air port, but drove past them them and left. That didn’t mean Ville wasn’t still afraid though.
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Well... the first to the last chapter which I'll be starting tommorow.
I don't have anything snarky to say, or any more pretzel heartagrams..
The next chapter ends with ....-CLIFFHANGER-
and tbh, I don't have any more vam story ideas, the majority of my current plots are A7X and an MCR story, and of course.. I don't have places to post those, hahaha.
(: anyways thanks for all the comments and support so far, it's been awesome.