My First (posted) Vam Fic!
Title: No One Will
Author: Belladonna (belladevelours)
Pairing: Vam?
Rating: Serious R for overall creepiness
Summary: If Bam can’t have him, he’ll settle for becoming him.
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When I first laid eyes on you, I thought to myself that maybe God really
does exist and had finally answered my prayers. I had been hurting for so
long, dying a little more with each day, each conquest female and male. My
body was sated sexually for I could always find some poor self-depricating
soul to give their bodies over to me for just one night of my pleasure.
It wasn’t enough, though. I’ve always secretly been a glutton for romance.
True love, soul mates and all of that other Lifetime movie shit. Every
girlfriend that I had thought I could share my true self with had drifted
away when they found out that I was nothing of the person that they knew
from television. My soul was aching for it’s other half; the one that would
accept me for who I was and love me all the more for it. I just knew in my
heart that that person was you.
You’re probably sick of hearing people gush about your eyes what with all
the fan girls that fall all over themselves when they see your face. I must
admit, though, that it was your eyes that made me feel like there was
finally hope for me. When we met face to face, I saw in them a fire burning,
soul deep and enchanting, setting my entire being ablaze with a wanting I
had yet to feel. You must have thought that I was insane the way I stood
stock-still and just stared for what seemed like hours until your rich dark
chocolate voice pulled me back into the present. And in my heart I knew that
I had just been graced with, to quote your words, the blinding light of love
unchained.
Never before had anyone caused every cell in my body to react the way you
did and I knew that no one else ever would. To me, everything you did was
perfection. Every word that passed through your lips was like a poem to my
soul, no matter how drunken and slurred it may have been. I was in love with
everything that you are.
As our friendship continued to grow, so did my feelings for you until they
were so deep that I though I would one day spontaneously combust from
holding them in. I could hardly bear to hear you talk about Jonna,
especially when it became apparent how much your relationship was doing you
no good. She was a leech in my eyes, clinging to you with such strength
because she knew how much you cared and that you would do anything for her.
Even so I felt horrible when I found you so distraught after your breakup;
one because I could do nothing to stop you hurting and two because inside of
me was a glimmer of hope that I could replace her in your heart.
I waited. Helped you through the roughest times when you felt like there
was nothing left in this world to hold on to. I bided my time until I felt
that it was the perfect moment to let you know how much I truly cared for
you. Thinking back on it now, the way you reacted to my confession, if I had
to do it all over again I wouldn’t change a thing, no matter how much your
rejection hurt.
You told me that I was a wonderful person and that you would always love me
in your own way, but we could never be more than friends. Saying that all of
the photos of you kissing pretty boys and all the talk of you always wanting
to try sex with a man were nothing more than publicity stunts. At that very
moment I felt as if the blood was being drained from my heart leaving it
burnt and blackened, shriveled to nearly nothing inside of my chest. It
figures that the one person who had the ability to end all of my lonely
nights and wild ways would be the one person that I couldn’t have. Needless
to say things were a bit awkward for a while and I decided that a new course
of action was needed.
If I couldn’t have you then I would have to become you.
Thus, here we are. You lying naked, shivering on the cold metal table to
which I have you strapped, your blazing jade eyes wide with fear and
disbelief. I walk over to you stopping by your head to reach down and
smooth
a few stray locks away from your face. Your hair is getting long again and I
run just the tips of my fingers through it before placing my palm flat
against the side of your face, leaning in for a kiss. My lips touch yours
around the hard leather bit and my body immediately jumps to attention.
They’re freezing cold but soft and I smile as I feel warm tears spill out
over my fingers.
It won’t be long now, sweetheart. You whimper as I whisper these words in
your ear, choking back the sobs that are threatening to overtake you. Your
body trembles as I head back to the metal tray on which I have placed my
tools. Pulling on my surgical gloves I pick up the scalpel and a pair of
forceps before turning back to you. It takes all of my will power to
continue with the task at hand instead of throwing the instruments down and
having my way with you.
I have prepared the area above your gorgeous cock, saturating the skin with
betadine and am now making my first incision. Of course I have numbed the
area of choice. Wouldn’t want my baby going into shock and dying on me now
would I? Despite the force of pleasure that your screams send
throughout my
body, my hands are careful, steady as I slice past just the first two layers
of skin, not wanting to hurt my baby too badly. I follow my marked outline,
cutting a rectangle around the tattoo that I’ve stared at countless times
wishing that I could taste it among so many other parts of you. Cutting now
done, I grab my forceps and grip one corner before ever so slowly peeling
away the skin of your pale, godly flesh. Your screams have died down to
hoarse moans making my cock twitch inside of my scrub pants.
I go through the motions, placing gauze over your wound after making sure
that my skin is safely tucked away in the preserving solution. This would
have been so much easier if I’d had an assistant but of course I couldn’t
tell anyone of my plans. They would have all tried to stop me, take you away
from me. Just to be on the safe side, I think I shall remove the skin from
my body that is to be replaced with yours before moving to the next site.
Yours will be mine and mine will be yours that way everyone will know that
we were meant to be together. And none of them will be able to take that
away.
I desperately need to hear your voice as I prepare myself for the next order
of business. I turn on my CD player, not trusting you to keep quiet enough
to remove the bit from between your teeth. My Love Metal disk starts up and
I smile at the sheer perfection of this moment.
Reclining back in the dentist’s chair that I acquired for this sole purpose,
I can’t help but pat myself on the back for how well this is all turning
out. I begin to lose myself in the varying angelic tones of your voice as I
probe the marked off section of skin with my finger, satisfied when I feel
nothing. All of those long, cold, lonely months of preparation are finally
paying off. Soon the whole world will see how much I love you, how perfect
we are together.
As I put pressure on the scalpel, again just pushing through the first two
layers, a lick my lips at the sight of my blood pooling out to mingle with
yours on the blade. Dragging it carefully along the line, I hear your
muffled voice calling out to me but it fades even more as all of my senses
focus solely on this.
Entirely too late I notice that the room is now swarming with people. Most
are medics and police officers. Then there is Dunn, Ape, Phil and even Migé.
I see them begin to un-strap you and that is when I abandon my frozen state.
The blade slips into my abdomen deeply, dragging to create a jagged gash.
Nothing matters now, though, as I notice that they are trying to take you
away from me.
I fight hard against the arms that are now trying to force my own behind my
back, holding me tightly so that I cannot reach you. No! You can’t have him,
he’s mine! Ville, please, tell them. Tell them how wrong you were…you love
me just as much as I love you. I look deeply into your eyes as the medics
hook you up to IV’s, checking your wound to see if they can destroy my
unfinished work. I hate how much they’re hurting you, trying to tear us
apart. You’re sobbing uncontrollably, your breath hitching in your chest as
they place an oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. It’ll be all right,
sweetheart. All you have to do is tell them.
I’m being dragged onto a gurney, my hands cuffed to the bars, my body
strapped down much more tightly than I am sure is procedure. As they wheel
me out of the room, I try and catch your eyes once more, crushed when you
look away from me, crystalline tears spilling from beneath your dark lashes.
No matter, I know that things will be okay. I feel a needle prick my arm and
within seconds I am falling, my vision blurs around the edges and darkness
is creeping in. But I can still see your eyes and I know. You love me; I
feel it in my heart. And no one will ever be able to tell me otherwise.
With all that I am I love you.
No one will, ever…
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A/N: My first post. Feedback is very much accepted and criticism also but if you just want to be an arsehole I suggest you don't bother.
*crosses fingers* Hope you like it. If so there's more to come.