my first fic post: vodka &sleeping pills: a cure for heartache
TITLE : vodka &sleeping pills: a cure for heartache
AUTHOR : 003lastwords
PAIRING : vam <3
POV : third person
DISCLAIMER : i own everything. including you. kidding. if i did own ville or bam.. let's just i wouldn't be here ;]
NOTES : this is my second vam fic, but the first i've posted, so deepest apoligies if it sucks. :[
this story will probably be 2-3 parts if there are enough people that want more. comments are love!
Bam silently slipped out of bed and searched the dark, unfamiliar room for his scattered
clothing, evidence of the events of the previous night. Another one-night stand. He didn’t
even remember her name. He crept out of the apartment building and found his way to
the street. The bitter winter wind tore at his features as he strolled down the vacant,
lonely street. He found his car still parked in front of the slutty nightclub and speeded
home. As soon as he walked into the front door of his castle, he headed toward the
refrigerator to grab a bottle of vodka. He carried it up to his room and drank himself to
sleep, numbing his mind and hoping today would be forgotten.
-*-
Ville’s eyes opened wide and his back bolted upright. His breaths escaped his lungs
quickly as he gasped for air. His eyes were partially swollen and soggy with tears. He
forced himself to breathe. Slower, steadier. He didn’t want another nightmare to ignite an
asthma attack. Another nightmare. He often avoided sleep since the few hours of sleep he
managed to obtain were usually plagued with the same awful nightmares. All his worst
fears and worries came to life in vivid pictures. Most of these fears revolved around one
person. Not the woman who his arm loosely fell around. Not the woman whose first
initial was forever inked on his left ring finger. Not the woman who he was going to
spend the rest of his life with. He had hoped this commitment, this bond, would
somehow pull his life together, somehow make him complete. It seemed to do just the
opposite. He felt more scattered and empty than ever. He faked smiles left and right. The
image he portrayed was of a happy rock star with everything he wanted out of life. This
image was far from the truth. Ville grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills on his bedside
table but suddenly changed his mind and set it back down. He crawled out of bed,
dressed and grabbed his wallet, jacket and a pack of cigarettes. After scribbling a quick
note and setting it on the kitchen table, he left the house.
AUTHOR : 003lastwords
PAIRING : vam <3
POV : third person
DISCLAIMER : i own everything. including you. kidding. if i did own ville or bam.. let's just i wouldn't be here ;]
NOTES : this is my second vam fic, but the first i've posted, so deepest apoligies if it sucks. :[
this story will probably be 2-3 parts if there are enough people that want more. comments are love!
Bam silently slipped out of bed and searched the dark, unfamiliar room for his scattered
clothing, evidence of the events of the previous night. Another one-night stand. He didn’t
even remember her name. He crept out of the apartment building and found his way to
the street. The bitter winter wind tore at his features as he strolled down the vacant,
lonely street. He found his car still parked in front of the slutty nightclub and speeded
home. As soon as he walked into the front door of his castle, he headed toward the
refrigerator to grab a bottle of vodka. He carried it up to his room and drank himself to
sleep, numbing his mind and hoping today would be forgotten.
-*-
Ville’s eyes opened wide and his back bolted upright. His breaths escaped his lungs
quickly as he gasped for air. His eyes were partially swollen and soggy with tears. He
forced himself to breathe. Slower, steadier. He didn’t want another nightmare to ignite an
asthma attack. Another nightmare. He often avoided sleep since the few hours of sleep he
managed to obtain were usually plagued with the same awful nightmares. All his worst
fears and worries came to life in vivid pictures. Most of these fears revolved around one
person. Not the woman who his arm loosely fell around. Not the woman whose first
initial was forever inked on his left ring finger. Not the woman who he was going to
spend the rest of his life with. He had hoped this commitment, this bond, would
somehow pull his life together, somehow make him complete. It seemed to do just the
opposite. He felt more scattered and empty than ever. He faked smiles left and right. The
image he portrayed was of a happy rock star with everything he wanted out of life. This
image was far from the truth. Ville grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills on his bedside
table but suddenly changed his mind and set it back down. He crawled out of bed,
dressed and grabbed his wallet, jacket and a pack of cigarettes. After scribbling a quick
note and setting it on the kitchen table, he left the house.