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Title: A Surprise
Rating: R
Pairing: Vam
Author: Lila Von Hatchet
Summary: Glass hearts are hard to keep whole...
Author's Notes: Just a little thing that came to me last week, and was finished about ten minutes ago,and actually inspired by silver-sixpence's new stuff!. Written as a sort of adult faeire-tale, with half-way kiddie language. Hope you like loves!
Listen, comments are my life support. Don't comment and you pull the plug :D
Once upon a time, there lived two boys named Bam Margera and Ville Valo. They both lived in a land of beautiful snowdrifts and ice caves called Finland. Bam and Ville did everything together, and once they even kissed. However, they decided to try other people, and both were still really happy. They were happy because they promised never to hurt each other, and stop immediately if they did. In the end, they chose each other.
On a particularly bright, snowy day, Bam and Ville were walking along, looking for a guitar shop. Ville loved to play music, since he wasn't one for physical activity. It was quiet and peaceful, and the boys were enjoying each other's company. Bam was a little ansty, so he decided to start a snowball fight. Slipping behind a gnarled old tree, he packed together a fluffy little cannonball.
'He never snowfights, but it's because he's never tried! He'll have fun with me.' Bam leaped out from behind the tree.
"Hey Ville! Think fast!" Ville spun on his heel, as wide-eyed as a startled fawn. The little white ball came whizzing at him, so quick he hadn't a chance to dodge it!
"Ow!" he screamed, as a sickening cracking noise split the still air. Snow puffed into the air when the boy collapsed into a snowdrift.
"Ville? What happened?!" What Bam didn't know was that a heavy chunk of ice had been wrapped in the snow he plucked. As the flurries cleared, Bam saw his friend clutching at a gaping hole in his chest, right where his liver should be. Black blood streamed from between his fingers. Hairline fractures ran from the crater up to his face. Good Lord! Ville was made out of porcelain!
"Bam- Bam. What have you done?" Ville crawled towards his friend.
"Oh, Ville, I never meant to hurt you!" He ran over as the arm not holding his chest trembled, Ville's slamming onto a patch of ice. A crack in his cheek broke off another piece. More blood, this time scarlet, ran down his neck into his grey cloak.
"You promised you wouldn't. You promised." Bam pulled his friend delicately into his arms, trying not to shatter him further.
What could he do? What was there to do?
At this, the ancient gnarled tree bristled agitatively.
"Listen here boy!" Bam looked up sharply, his eyes wet. His sudden movement sent another shard of porcelain clicked out of place, this time leaking red over his hands.
"What? Can't you see what I've done?"
"I wish to help you." said the Tree, "My name is Eva Dra. I am an exiled faerie queen, and I will save your friend if you can free me."
Wiping at his eyes, Bam asked hesitantly, "What do you need me to do?"
"My bark demands a blood sacrifice. I am the Queen of the Unseelie Court, and I am thirsty." The boy shivered
"How much?" The Tree, knowing she had finally found an escape, rustled her empty branches excitedly.
"Until I am sated." Forgetting that the Folk are devious creatures, and one must never allow them a loophole, Bam dug in his pocket for something sharp.
"Don't worry yourself boy. My fingers are sharp enough. Come closer." He lowered the ever whiter Ville lovingly to the ground and hurried over. The Tree's smallest branch sliced across his willing wrist, his own crimson trickling onto her roots. Her branches crashed against each other in ecstatic elation.
"Come closer! Come closer!" She wailed. When Bam was within arms length, an evil cackled gurgled up from the depths of her trunk. Suddenly a thick bough rent through his chest, cleaving his heart raggedly in half. He spluttered, collapsing onto an ice patch.
"V-ille... Vil-le." His breath rattled horribly, ever quieter. The slippery ice carried his blood over to Ville's prone, pale form in one direction, and over to the Tree in the other. He couldn't move, although his fingers twitched in an effort to reach his lover. With a final gasp, Bam's eyes darkened, and he went limp.
As the blood soaked into the Tree's roots and into Ville respectively, they both began to change. The bark melted away from her wide trunk, a slender, green-clothed body emerging from within. She flexed her elbows, stretching down after ages of holding them up to the sky. The Queen glanced over at the healing doll, the porcelain going from alabaster to a lovely light-gold. She chuckled, stepping away from her cage towards the struggling boy. Picking up a stick that had been attached to her only moments ago, she stuck her foot under Ville, and flipped him over. His eyes widened in terror, realizing where he was, and who he was looking at.
"Oh, you poor thing. I warned you, didn't I?" The Queen raised the branch above her head and brought it down brutally on Ville's chest, repeatedly, and eventually anywhere she could reach. The parts if his body that were human thanks to Bam's life force bruised and mottled, and the parts still pottery shattered and spread across the ground.
Dropping the wood, she took a deep breath, her face flushed. That was the end of that fairytale then. That would teach the next boy to usurp her throne.
Rating: R
Pairing: Vam
Author: Lila Von Hatchet
Summary: Glass hearts are hard to keep whole...
Author's Notes: Just a little thing that came to me last week, and was finished about ten minutes ago,and actually inspired by silver-sixpence's new stuff!. Written as a sort of adult faeire-tale, with half-way kiddie language. Hope you like loves!
Listen, comments are my life support. Don't comment and you pull the plug :D
Once upon a time, there lived two boys named Bam Margera and Ville Valo. They both lived in a land of beautiful snowdrifts and ice caves called Finland. Bam and Ville did everything together, and once they even kissed. However, they decided to try other people, and both were still really happy. They were happy because they promised never to hurt each other, and stop immediately if they did. In the end, they chose each other.
On a particularly bright, snowy day, Bam and Ville were walking along, looking for a guitar shop. Ville loved to play music, since he wasn't one for physical activity. It was quiet and peaceful, and the boys were enjoying each other's company. Bam was a little ansty, so he decided to start a snowball fight. Slipping behind a gnarled old tree, he packed together a fluffy little cannonball.
'He never snowfights, but it's because he's never tried! He'll have fun with me.' Bam leaped out from behind the tree.
"Hey Ville! Think fast!" Ville spun on his heel, as wide-eyed as a startled fawn. The little white ball came whizzing at him, so quick he hadn't a chance to dodge it!
"Ow!" he screamed, as a sickening cracking noise split the still air. Snow puffed into the air when the boy collapsed into a snowdrift.
"Ville? What happened?!" What Bam didn't know was that a heavy chunk of ice had been wrapped in the snow he plucked. As the flurries cleared, Bam saw his friend clutching at a gaping hole in his chest, right where his liver should be. Black blood streamed from between his fingers. Hairline fractures ran from the crater up to his face. Good Lord! Ville was made out of porcelain!
"Bam- Bam. What have you done?" Ville crawled towards his friend.
"Oh, Ville, I never meant to hurt you!" He ran over as the arm not holding his chest trembled, Ville's slamming onto a patch of ice. A crack in his cheek broke off another piece. More blood, this time scarlet, ran down his neck into his grey cloak.
"You promised you wouldn't. You promised." Bam pulled his friend delicately into his arms, trying not to shatter him further.
What could he do? What was there to do?
At this, the ancient gnarled tree bristled agitatively.
"Listen here boy!" Bam looked up sharply, his eyes wet. His sudden movement sent another shard of porcelain clicked out of place, this time leaking red over his hands.
"What? Can't you see what I've done?"
"I wish to help you." said the Tree, "My name is Eva Dra. I am an exiled faerie queen, and I will save your friend if you can free me."
Wiping at his eyes, Bam asked hesitantly, "What do you need me to do?"
"My bark demands a blood sacrifice. I am the Queen of the Unseelie Court, and I am thirsty." The boy shivered
"How much?" The Tree, knowing she had finally found an escape, rustled her empty branches excitedly.
"Until I am sated." Forgetting that the Folk are devious creatures, and one must never allow them a loophole, Bam dug in his pocket for something sharp.
"Don't worry yourself boy. My fingers are sharp enough. Come closer." He lowered the ever whiter Ville lovingly to the ground and hurried over. The Tree's smallest branch sliced across his willing wrist, his own crimson trickling onto her roots. Her branches crashed against each other in ecstatic elation.
"Come closer! Come closer!" She wailed. When Bam was within arms length, an evil cackled gurgled up from the depths of her trunk. Suddenly a thick bough rent through his chest, cleaving his heart raggedly in half. He spluttered, collapsing onto an ice patch.
"V-ille... Vil-le." His breath rattled horribly, ever quieter. The slippery ice carried his blood over to Ville's prone, pale form in one direction, and over to the Tree in the other. He couldn't move, although his fingers twitched in an effort to reach his lover. With a final gasp, Bam's eyes darkened, and he went limp.
As the blood soaked into the Tree's roots and into Ville respectively, they both began to change. The bark melted away from her wide trunk, a slender, green-clothed body emerging from within. She flexed her elbows, stretching down after ages of holding them up to the sky. The Queen glanced over at the healing doll, the porcelain going from alabaster to a lovely light-gold. She chuckled, stepping away from her cage towards the struggling boy. Picking up a stick that had been attached to her only moments ago, she stuck her foot under Ville, and flipped him over. His eyes widened in terror, realizing where he was, and who he was looking at.
"Oh, you poor thing. I warned you, didn't I?" The Queen raised the branch above her head and brought it down brutally on Ville's chest, repeatedly, and eventually anywhere she could reach. The parts if his body that were human thanks to Bam's life force bruised and mottled, and the parts still pottery shattered and spread across the ground.
Dropping the wood, she took a deep breath, her face flushed. That was the end of that fairytale then. That would teach the next boy to usurp her throne.