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I hope this works...if it is, this is the real deal...my first ever Vam-fic...been trying to get it to you people for about three weeks now...but I'm lazy...lol...here goes...
Title: Dreams of Torment
Pairing: Vam (duh)
Disclaimer: I wish with all of my heart, but sadly...I don't own Ville, Bam, Dunn or any of the other people of 'the crew'...but I do own a few characters that will pop-up later in the story...not to give anything away or anything...
Summary: This was supposed to be a normal visit to Castle Bam, but it turned out to be so much more. Will Ville be able to cope with new revalations set before him or will this all end up a bad, bad dream? (sorry, I suck at summaries).
a/n: The first chapter is going to be really short, sorry...:'(
Ville drove into an oh, so, familiar driveway and parked his rental car. He stepped out of the new vehicle, whistling and twirling the keys on his finger. The sun was barely creeping over the treeline and Ville grined as he made his way to the front door of the house, finding it unlocked as usual. The whole house was quiet, which wasn't out of the ordinary, but something caused the hair on the back of the singer's neck to stand on end. Something wasn't right. He walked in through the kitchen, throwing his keys on the counter, but not bothering to take off his jacket. He ran up the stairs and straight to an all too familiar door, cracked open just wide enough for him to peek in. Ville opened it a few inches more and stepped into the darkness, his green eyes adjusting slowly to the absence of light. He could only see one person asleep in the bed and it was most certainly not the one he was looking for. His dark brows knitted together in worry.
"Where the hell are you?" he muttered as he left the doorway.
The singer proceeded to walk down the hallways of the upstairs, checking every room, but to no avail. By now, Ville was starting to freak himself out.
"Maybe he's just not here right now, went out or something," he stated under his breath, trying to calm his own mind from worrying.
That, however, he knew not to be the truth. It wasn't possible for the person he was looking for to wake up on his own at this hour in the morning. Something was definitely up and Ville wanted to be the one to find out what that something was. He quickly headed back downstairs and then into the bar, searching everywhere he could think to search. After doing this, he rushed back in through the kitchen, grabbing his keys on the way out the door. He walked briskly over to the driver's door of the vehicle and opened it. He was about to climb in when he paused and directed his gaze to the garage.
"I wonder," he muttered.
The singer made his way quickly to the garage's side door and reached for the knob, only to find the door was already partly open. For some reason, his feet felt like lead and his heart was beating rapidly. As he made his way into the darkness, he searched for anything. There, a light-switch. As soon as the lights flipped on, Ville immediately wished they hadn't.
Title: Dreams of Torment
Pairing: Vam (duh)
Disclaimer: I wish with all of my heart, but sadly...I don't own Ville, Bam, Dunn or any of the other people of 'the crew'...but I do own a few characters that will pop-up later in the story...not to give anything away or anything...
Summary: This was supposed to be a normal visit to Castle Bam, but it turned out to be so much more. Will Ville be able to cope with new revalations set before him or will this all end up a bad, bad dream? (sorry, I suck at summaries).
a/n: The first chapter is going to be really short, sorry...:'(
Ville drove into an oh, so, familiar driveway and parked his rental car. He stepped out of the new vehicle, whistling and twirling the keys on his finger. The sun was barely creeping over the treeline and Ville grined as he made his way to the front door of the house, finding it unlocked as usual. The whole house was quiet, which wasn't out of the ordinary, but something caused the hair on the back of the singer's neck to stand on end. Something wasn't right. He walked in through the kitchen, throwing his keys on the counter, but not bothering to take off his jacket. He ran up the stairs and straight to an all too familiar door, cracked open just wide enough for him to peek in. Ville opened it a few inches more and stepped into the darkness, his green eyes adjusting slowly to the absence of light. He could only see one person asleep in the bed and it was most certainly not the one he was looking for. His dark brows knitted together in worry.
"Where the hell are you?" he muttered as he left the doorway.
The singer proceeded to walk down the hallways of the upstairs, checking every room, but to no avail. By now, Ville was starting to freak himself out.
"Maybe he's just not here right now, went out or something," he stated under his breath, trying to calm his own mind from worrying.
That, however, he knew not to be the truth. It wasn't possible for the person he was looking for to wake up on his own at this hour in the morning. Something was definitely up and Ville wanted to be the one to find out what that something was. He quickly headed back downstairs and then into the bar, searching everywhere he could think to search. After doing this, he rushed back in through the kitchen, grabbing his keys on the way out the door. He walked briskly over to the driver's door of the vehicle and opened it. He was about to climb in when he paused and directed his gaze to the garage.
"I wonder," he muttered.
The singer made his way quickly to the garage's side door and reached for the knob, only to find the door was already partly open. For some reason, his feet felt like lead and his heart was beating rapidly. As he made his way into the darkness, he searched for anything. There, a light-switch. As soon as the lights flipped on, Ville immediately wished they hadn't.