Darkened Wings
Name: Darkened Wings
Chapter: One!!
Disclaimer: honestly. if I knew them. would I be writing this? no. But. I do own my soul. wait. I gave that to the devil. oh how i miss it. I do own my twisted ideas though
Rating: uhh. pg, pg13, r, nc-17
Summary: Take the crow, Mash it up with Vam. and you have this.
Pairing: Vam of corse. and maybe a lil Linde and Ville
Again my sweethearts. THis was writen by me. But. my dear friend Wide_Eyed_Raven is my editor, and personal 'Get your ass in gear' Person. If it wasnt for her. this fic. wouldnt exist.
and the link to the intro! enjoy
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/2054628.html#cutid1
Chapter One: Awaken Me thine feathered friend.
Cast:
Dunn-T-bird
Raab- Funboy
Dico- Tin Tin
Novak- Skank.
Linde- Officer albrect (not sure bout the spelling on his name)
Kat Von D- Sara
Ville- Eric Draven
Bam- Shelly
*Halloween night*
*Linde’s POV*
“Boss, we need to move him. If we don’t he’s going to die here.” One of my inspectors said to me, I merely nodded my head. Then they were moving the young man’s writhing body. I barely heard a whisper from his shaking form
“Ville?” He kept asking for this person, I had no idea who he was, but it made all the difference to that young man.
I looked out the window when I heard my dear friend Mige, “Devil’s Fucking Night. Go figure, such a shame, a young couple like them. Hey Linde, yhey were getting married tomorrow. Who the fuck gets married on Halloween?” I simply shook my head at him.
“Ville Valo, and Bam Margera. That's who.” I said barely loud enough for him to hear me. I followed the e.m.t’s out to the ambulance.
“Ville?!” This time it was more than a question, it was somewhat a demand. I looked at the hood of one of the cops’ cars; it was covered in blood. Lying next to the car was a body bag, being zipped up. Before it finished closing, I caught a glimpse at the man inside. He was truly a beautiful creature. When he was living, I mean.
Then a young girl came running up to me. “Where’s Bammie?” She asked nearly in tears. I was guessing she is his little sister.
“Look sweetheart, your brother. He’s going to be ok.” She could tell I was lying. ‘Cause on the way to the hospital, he was already dying, the spark of life was already leaving his eyes.
“You’re lying to me. Bammie’s going to die isn't he? And he’s not my brother, he’s my friend. Where’s Ville?” She said looking for the exquisite creature currently being carried to the city coroner’s office.
“Ok. Yes. Bam is going to die. And as for Ville sweetheart, I am so sorry, but he’s passed on to a better place.” She than collapsed into my arms, and started crying. I simply held her in the middle of the street, letting her cry, what more could I do?
*Flash forward one year*
*Ville's POV*
Some people say, when a person dies, their souls are carried away to the land of the dead by a crow. I think, that when a person dies a wrong death, their souls remain restless, and are to heavy to be carried away by the crow. Their souls remain on earth within their bodies. And their souls can’t rest until their death has been avenged.
“What are you? Like the night watch man?” I knew that voice. It was Kat, my dear young friend, Kat. I simply heard a crow croon back in reply. My young friend just laughed and went back to talking to my grave stone. “Ville, I miss you. I wish you and Bammie were here. Then maybe life could all make sense again?” She sobbed, I could hear tears in her voice, I wanted to talk back to her, but I couldn’t…not yet.
I was completely aware as to what was going on around me. I could hear every leaf scrape above me. Every snowflake hit the ground. Every raindrop hit the pavement around me. Every footstep, every tree root growing, as if nothing in this world could stop it. I knew that night, I would break free.
I then heard Kat move on to Bammie’s head stone, which was right next to mine. I couldn’t wait to join my Bammie in the after life, but I couldn’t, not until I avenged his life, and mine. I decided that tonight is the night I make my move. I am sick of this. I want to be with my beloved, and not stuck thinking 6 feet under the ground about how exquisite my revenge would be.
Tonight was the night. After Kat left, I began clawing at the top of the coffin. Expecting my fingers to begin bleeding. But every time they did, they would heal up instantly. Which was shocking to me., but I figured this was one of the perks of being dead, I could no longer get hurt, advantages it had.
I soon got out of my tomb of dirt, and screamed into the rain. I damned the heavens, and hell for keeping me in this place. It was torture, but I would soon get to execute my revenge on the people that made my life this way. The ones that took my love from me. I tried to walk, but I failed, stumbling. I noticed a large black bird watching me as I grabbed hold of a low tree limb to steady myself. It worked, and soon I found myself chasing the large black bird.
Down the alleyways, ripping off my burial clothes until I was left in only my pants. I looked thorough the nearest garbage can and found a ratty old pair of boots they would have to work. I continued to followed the crow all the way back to my old apartment. I barely touched the door handle...
*Flashes over to Officer Linde*
I took the hot dog in my hand, my cig still in the other hand. I put it in my mouth and held the cigarette with my teeth. I then saw Kat skate up. “It’s a Kat.” I said laughing.
“Hey Linde. How’s it going this...Rainey night?” She asked me, barely smiling.
The thing is, we met when Bam and Ville died. Which was truly tragic, we’ve been friends since. I gave her the positive influence she needed. I knew who her mother was, I knew Kat was nothing like her though.
“You hungry?” I asked her. I guess maybe one could say I was of Little Words.
“You buying?” She asked. I just laughed at her and nodded my head. “Ok than. I’ll take one, but no onion.” She said shaking her head.
“No onion?” I asked amazed.
“Nope. Hate onion.” She said laughing. I just laughed and told the guy at the hotdog stand to give her the hot dog. A large hotrod then came speeding past us.
“Bad people on the streets tonight. Real bad people” I said shaking my head. Five minutes later we
heard a large explosion...
*Flash over to Dunn’s group in the Arcade. *
*Dunn‘s POV*
“Look boys, the bomb’s all set. All we have to do is push the button, and leave.” I said laughing. Than Novak, Raab, and Dico all looked at me and laughed.
We all chanted our mantra. “FIRE IT UP! FIRE IT UP!” We whooped and hollered for a few minutes like that. Until I hit the button and we all ran getting in our cars and driving
away...
Chapter: One!!
Disclaimer: honestly. if I knew them. would I be writing this? no. But. I do own my soul. wait. I gave that to the devil. oh how i miss it. I do own my twisted ideas though
Rating: uhh. pg, pg13, r, nc-17
Summary: Take the crow, Mash it up with Vam. and you have this.
Pairing: Vam of corse. and maybe a lil Linde and Ville
Again my sweethearts. THis was writen by me. But. my dear friend Wide_Eyed_Raven is my editor, and personal 'Get your ass in gear' Person. If it wasnt for her. this fic. wouldnt exist.
and the link to the intro! enjoy
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/2054628.html#cutid1
Chapter One: Awaken Me thine feathered friend.
Cast:
Dunn-T-bird
Raab- Funboy
Dico- Tin Tin
Novak- Skank.
Linde- Officer albrect (not sure bout the spelling on his name)
Kat Von D- Sara
Ville- Eric Draven
Bam- Shelly
*Halloween night*
*Linde’s POV*
“Boss, we need to move him. If we don’t he’s going to die here.” One of my inspectors said to me, I merely nodded my head. Then they were moving the young man’s writhing body. I barely heard a whisper from his shaking form
“Ville?” He kept asking for this person, I had no idea who he was, but it made all the difference to that young man.
I looked out the window when I heard my dear friend Mige, “Devil’s Fucking Night. Go figure, such a shame, a young couple like them. Hey Linde, yhey were getting married tomorrow. Who the fuck gets married on Halloween?” I simply shook my head at him.
“Ville Valo, and Bam Margera. That's who.” I said barely loud enough for him to hear me. I followed the e.m.t’s out to the ambulance.
“Ville?!” This time it was more than a question, it was somewhat a demand. I looked at the hood of one of the cops’ cars; it was covered in blood. Lying next to the car was a body bag, being zipped up. Before it finished closing, I caught a glimpse at the man inside. He was truly a beautiful creature. When he was living, I mean.
Then a young girl came running up to me. “Where’s Bammie?” She asked nearly in tears. I was guessing she is his little sister.
“Look sweetheart, your brother. He’s going to be ok.” She could tell I was lying. ‘Cause on the way to the hospital, he was already dying, the spark of life was already leaving his eyes.
“You’re lying to me. Bammie’s going to die isn't he? And he’s not my brother, he’s my friend. Where’s Ville?” She said looking for the exquisite creature currently being carried to the city coroner’s office.
“Ok. Yes. Bam is going to die. And as for Ville sweetheart, I am so sorry, but he’s passed on to a better place.” She than collapsed into my arms, and started crying. I simply held her in the middle of the street, letting her cry, what more could I do?
*Flash forward one year*
*Ville's POV*
Some people say, when a person dies, their souls are carried away to the land of the dead by a crow. I think, that when a person dies a wrong death, their souls remain restless, and are to heavy to be carried away by the crow. Their souls remain on earth within their bodies. And their souls can’t rest until their death has been avenged.
“What are you? Like the night watch man?” I knew that voice. It was Kat, my dear young friend, Kat. I simply heard a crow croon back in reply. My young friend just laughed and went back to talking to my grave stone. “Ville, I miss you. I wish you and Bammie were here. Then maybe life could all make sense again?” She sobbed, I could hear tears in her voice, I wanted to talk back to her, but I couldn’t…not yet.
I was completely aware as to what was going on around me. I could hear every leaf scrape above me. Every snowflake hit the ground. Every raindrop hit the pavement around me. Every footstep, every tree root growing, as if nothing in this world could stop it. I knew that night, I would break free.
I then heard Kat move on to Bammie’s head stone, which was right next to mine. I couldn’t wait to join my Bammie in the after life, but I couldn’t, not until I avenged his life, and mine. I decided that tonight is the night I make my move. I am sick of this. I want to be with my beloved, and not stuck thinking 6 feet under the ground about how exquisite my revenge would be.
Tonight was the night. After Kat left, I began clawing at the top of the coffin. Expecting my fingers to begin bleeding. But every time they did, they would heal up instantly. Which was shocking to me., but I figured this was one of the perks of being dead, I could no longer get hurt, advantages it had.
I soon got out of my tomb of dirt, and screamed into the rain. I damned the heavens, and hell for keeping me in this place. It was torture, but I would soon get to execute my revenge on the people that made my life this way. The ones that took my love from me. I tried to walk, but I failed, stumbling. I noticed a large black bird watching me as I grabbed hold of a low tree limb to steady myself. It worked, and soon I found myself chasing the large black bird.
Down the alleyways, ripping off my burial clothes until I was left in only my pants. I looked thorough the nearest garbage can and found a ratty old pair of boots they would have to work. I continued to followed the crow all the way back to my old apartment. I barely touched the door handle...
*Flashes over to Officer Linde*
I took the hot dog in my hand, my cig still in the other hand. I put it in my mouth and held the cigarette with my teeth. I then saw Kat skate up. “It’s a Kat.” I said laughing.
“Hey Linde. How’s it going this...Rainey night?” She asked me, barely smiling.
The thing is, we met when Bam and Ville died. Which was truly tragic, we’ve been friends since. I gave her the positive influence she needed. I knew who her mother was, I knew Kat was nothing like her though.
“You hungry?” I asked her. I guess maybe one could say I was of Little Words.
“You buying?” She asked. I just laughed at her and nodded my head. “Ok than. I’ll take one, but no onion.” She said shaking her head.
“No onion?” I asked amazed.
“Nope. Hate onion.” She said laughing. I just laughed and told the guy at the hotdog stand to give her the hot dog. A large hotrod then came speeding past us.
“Bad people on the streets tonight. Real bad people” I said shaking my head. Five minutes later we
heard a large explosion...
*Flash over to Dunn’s group in the Arcade. *
*Dunn‘s POV*
“Look boys, the bomb’s all set. All we have to do is push the button, and leave.” I said laughing. Than Novak, Raab, and Dico all looked at me and laughed.
We all chanted our mantra. “FIRE IT UP! FIRE IT UP!” We whooped and hollered for a few minutes like that. Until I hit the button and we all ran getting in our cars and driving
away...