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On the Horizon chp. 4
Title: On the Horizon
Pairing: vam and others
Summary: Ville and Jonne are heading down to Nevada in the midst of the gold rush when they encounter the Haggard boys
Disclaimer: if i owned anyone mentioned, i wouldnt waste time with fanfics
previous chapters:
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
Chapter 4
Jonne (POV)
I don’t know how the hell Ville could be taking this all so well. Here I am, scared out of my wits, and he’s jus sitting there with his head leaning against the cave wall sleeping peacefully. It had been a few hours since they had tied us together somewhere in the cave. Night had fallen and the only light came from a dim candle somewhere in the distance. I guess that they had all gone to sleep by now, I haven’t heard any shouting for quite sometime now.
I push the rope out of my mouth with my tongue. Took a few hours, but I finally got it out. I look over to my friend. He is still asleep. I nudge him slightly and put my lips to his ears.
“Ville,” I whisper as quietly as possible. I’m not even sure if he heard me. “Ville.”
His eyes begin to flutter open as he tries to gain consciousness. I guess he finally recognizes me because he tried to mumble something to me. I tell him to hold on as I get as close as I can to him. I take the rope in between my teeth and pull as hard as I can. After a few minutes of struggle, I am able get it loose enough to where he can spit it out.
“Thanks love,” he tells me, his voice is a little raspy though. “My mouth was getting quite dry.”
“Don’t mention it.” I tell him.
We sit in silence for a few moments. Neither of us can really think of anything to say about our situation. I can’t stop myself as I let yet another tear stream down my cheek. God, I have cried so much today. In attempt to comfort myself, I rest my head against Ville’s shoulder. I’m glad that he doesn’t try to push me away. Instead, he kisses the top of my head and nuzzled closer to it.
“Ville…” I cant begin to describe my feelings to him. I want to tell him that I hate him for dragging me out to this horrible country. I want to yell at him for loosing what little money we had on his gambling. I also wanted to apologize to him for suggesting to come to the West. Most of all, I want to ask him to just hold me, the way he did the first night of our little journey.
“Ville,” I try again. “Wh…what’s going to happen to us?”
“I don’t know Jonne,” he says with a heavy sigh. “But no matter what happens, we’ll be together. Best friends in life and death.”
I cant help but tense up a bit at the mention of death. Ville had always been the morbid one. Sometimes I think that he is just trying to drift through life until he reaches his blissful death. I, on the other hand, was more focused on life. And it showed in the different songs we wrote.
In New York and back home, Ville and I had a passion for music. Our lyrics somewhat varied though. While he would write such things as I taste death in every kiss we share, I would write something along the lines of I've been waiting all my life for the moment of our love. We made a decent living playing in a few bars and clubs. Enough for us to rent a small one room apartment and give us enough food to make it through the week.
“Sorry love. I shouldn’t have said that.” Its like he can read my mind.
“Its alright.” I reassure him.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m terrified as well.” He gives a little laugh.
“It doesn’t, but thanks for trying.” We sit in silence for a bit longer.
Suddenly, Ville starts to hum. I immediately recognize the tune. It was a song that he and our friend Lauri had written a long time ago back home. Of all the songs that he has ever written, whether alone or with another, this was my absolute favorite. He opens his mouth and his beautiful words fill the cavern.
I’m giving up the ghost of love
in the shadows cast on devotion
I cant help but to join in and sing the part that was once Lauri’s.
She is the one that I adore
creed of my silent suffocation
Our voices meet and we sing the sweet melody together.
Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny
Bittersweet
I won’t give up
I’m possessed by her
I'm bearing her cross
She's turned into my curse
Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny
Bittersweet
I want you
I’m only wanting you
And I need you
I’m only needing you
Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny
Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny
Bittersweet...
The beautiful words help me to escape momentarily. That was until that brute Bam came barging in.
“How the hell did you get the gags off!?” He screamed marching over to us.
Ville opens his mouth to speak. Before he could get a word out though, he punched Ville square in the jaw. He then slapped me across the face. I don’t really understand why. I hadn’t done anything.
My cheek is stinging and is probably turning an ugly red shade. He forces the ropes back into our mouths, making sure to tie it extremely tight this time.
“Now both of you, stay quiet or else I let my boys come in and have a little fun with you.”
I’ll try to contain my sobbing now. I don’t want that scruffy Novak to touch me again. As he turns and leaves, I lay my head in Ville’s lap and let my tears come.
Bam (POV)
I feel kind of bad for being mean back there. Truth is I was enjoying their little performance. At first I was annoyed for being woken by the blonde’s whining. That’s one thing I hate about my home, even the slightest whisper can bounce off the walls and reach my ears.
I was prepared to run in there and beat the shit out of them until I heard the brunette, I think the blonde said his name was Ville, start to sing. He had an amazing voice. It was dark and sultry. Kind of scares me that I would use that word to describe it, but that is how it felt. Then the little one started in as well. He had a beautiful voice of a different kind though. Their voices complimented each other very well.
When they ended though, I snapped back to reality and remembered that I had an image to uphold. So I smacked them a bit and replaced their gags. I couldn’t let my boys think that I’m going soft.
As I lay back down on my soft little heap of blankets, I can’t help but smile and hum their sweet little tune.
‘Break this bittersweet spell on me. Lost in the arms of destiny…’
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comments are love
Pairing: vam and others
Summary: Ville and Jonne are heading down to Nevada in the midst of the gold rush when they encounter the Haggard boys
Disclaimer: if i owned anyone mentioned, i wouldnt waste time with fanfics
previous chapters:
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
Chapter 4
Jonne (POV)
I don’t know how the hell Ville could be taking this all so well. Here I am, scared out of my wits, and he’s jus sitting there with his head leaning against the cave wall sleeping peacefully. It had been a few hours since they had tied us together somewhere in the cave. Night had fallen and the only light came from a dim candle somewhere in the distance. I guess that they had all gone to sleep by now, I haven’t heard any shouting for quite sometime now.
I push the rope out of my mouth with my tongue. Took a few hours, but I finally got it out. I look over to my friend. He is still asleep. I nudge him slightly and put my lips to his ears.
“Ville,” I whisper as quietly as possible. I’m not even sure if he heard me. “Ville.”
His eyes begin to flutter open as he tries to gain consciousness. I guess he finally recognizes me because he tried to mumble something to me. I tell him to hold on as I get as close as I can to him. I take the rope in between my teeth and pull as hard as I can. After a few minutes of struggle, I am able get it loose enough to where he can spit it out.
“Thanks love,” he tells me, his voice is a little raspy though. “My mouth was getting quite dry.”
“Don’t mention it.” I tell him.
We sit in silence for a few moments. Neither of us can really think of anything to say about our situation. I can’t stop myself as I let yet another tear stream down my cheek. God, I have cried so much today. In attempt to comfort myself, I rest my head against Ville’s shoulder. I’m glad that he doesn’t try to push me away. Instead, he kisses the top of my head and nuzzled closer to it.
“Ville…” I cant begin to describe my feelings to him. I want to tell him that I hate him for dragging me out to this horrible country. I want to yell at him for loosing what little money we had on his gambling. I also wanted to apologize to him for suggesting to come to the West. Most of all, I want to ask him to just hold me, the way he did the first night of our little journey.
“Ville,” I try again. “Wh…what’s going to happen to us?”
“I don’t know Jonne,” he says with a heavy sigh. “But no matter what happens, we’ll be together. Best friends in life and death.”
I cant help but tense up a bit at the mention of death. Ville had always been the morbid one. Sometimes I think that he is just trying to drift through life until he reaches his blissful death. I, on the other hand, was more focused on life. And it showed in the different songs we wrote.
In New York and back home, Ville and I had a passion for music. Our lyrics somewhat varied though. While he would write such things as I taste death in every kiss we share, I would write something along the lines of I've been waiting all my life for the moment of our love. We made a decent living playing in a few bars and clubs. Enough for us to rent a small one room apartment and give us enough food to make it through the week.
“Sorry love. I shouldn’t have said that.” Its like he can read my mind.
“Its alright.” I reassure him.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m terrified as well.” He gives a little laugh.
“It doesn’t, but thanks for trying.” We sit in silence for a bit longer.
Suddenly, Ville starts to hum. I immediately recognize the tune. It was a song that he and our friend Lauri had written a long time ago back home. Of all the songs that he has ever written, whether alone or with another, this was my absolute favorite. He opens his mouth and his beautiful words fill the cavern.
I’m giving up the ghost of love
in the shadows cast on devotion
I cant help but to join in and sing the part that was once Lauri’s.
She is the one that I adore
creed of my silent suffocation
Our voices meet and we sing the sweet melody together.
Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny
Bittersweet
I won’t give up
I’m possessed by her
I'm bearing her cross
She's turned into my curse
Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny
Bittersweet
I want you
I’m only wanting you
And I need you
I’m only needing you
Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny
Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny
Bittersweet...
The beautiful words help me to escape momentarily. That was until that brute Bam came barging in.
“How the hell did you get the gags off!?” He screamed marching over to us.
Ville opens his mouth to speak. Before he could get a word out though, he punched Ville square in the jaw. He then slapped me across the face. I don’t really understand why. I hadn’t done anything.
My cheek is stinging and is probably turning an ugly red shade. He forces the ropes back into our mouths, making sure to tie it extremely tight this time.
“Now both of you, stay quiet or else I let my boys come in and have a little fun with you.”
I’ll try to contain my sobbing now. I don’t want that scruffy Novak to touch me again. As he turns and leaves, I lay my head in Ville’s lap and let my tears come.
Bam (POV)
I feel kind of bad for being mean back there. Truth is I was enjoying their little performance. At first I was annoyed for being woken by the blonde’s whining. That’s one thing I hate about my home, even the slightest whisper can bounce off the walls and reach my ears.
I was prepared to run in there and beat the shit out of them until I heard the brunette, I think the blonde said his name was Ville, start to sing. He had an amazing voice. It was dark and sultry. Kind of scares me that I would use that word to describe it, but that is how it felt. Then the little one started in as well. He had a beautiful voice of a different kind though. Their voices complimented each other very well.
When they ended though, I snapped back to reality and remembered that I had an image to uphold. So I smacked them a bit and replaced their gags. I couldn’t let my boys think that I’m going soft.
As I lay back down on my soft little heap of blankets, I can’t help but smile and hum their sweet little tune.
‘Break this bittersweet spell on me. Lost in the arms of destiny…’
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