"Shadow Passion" Chapter 14
Title: Shadow Passion
Author: 616hasgotaname and irena_aneri
Fandom: Music/VAM
Summery: Companion piece to “Kiss”. AU. Two people brought together by an undying love that defies the ages. One, a vampire with a bizarre need for camaraderie, the other a human ostracized from an unforgiving mortal world. Separately, they are powerless and lonely. Together they are unstoppable.
Disclaimer: I DO OWN VILLE AND BAM! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! *cough* Yeah, they own themselves. This never happened (der), so don’t sue.
Rating: R to NC-17
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Chapter Fourteen
Something inside of him was telling him to run; to flee the situation before matters got worse. The logical side of his brain was telling him that he needed to calm down, that he was overreacting and needed to turn around before he got himself into even more trouble. But Bam Margera never listened to reason. He was being pushed on by blind rage, fierce emotions clouding over his vision and causing him to sink further into some deep rooted hatred that he never realized he had before. He ran on tired and aching legs as far as he could, the city night life slipping away behind him as he pushed through the people and streets to get to some unknown destination.
It wasn't until he passed Lombard Street that he realized he wasn't likely to make it very far. He spotted an open 7-11 on a nearby corner, its neon green and orange sign illumating half of the sidewalk and the wall of the building to the right. Beneath the corner light sat a shabby looking payphone, its sign busted out and revealing the inner workings of a once usuable lamp.
Quickly darting accross the street, minding the heavy traffic and honking cars, Bam raced to the payphone and nearly skidded to a halt in front of it. He dug through his pockets for some loose change, but it was obvious that they were empty the moment his fingers reached the thick fabric of his jeans. Bam didn't let that discourage him, though, for there was always room for collect calls.
He mechanically punched the numbers in and wrapped the metal chord around his finger anxiously, waiting for the operater to pick up. Bam didn't realize that his leg was shaking, nor that he was still covered in slightly dried blood, but none of that mattered. He had to get ahold of somebody. He needed to get the hell out of Philadelphia.
Finally a woman's voice broke through the static, annoying and crisp but more than welcoming to Bam's ears. It was only when she asked for a connection that he realized he had no number to give her. Frustration built up in his veins like a block of scorching ice, his grip tightening on the chord as he wracked his brain for any number to give. Ape and Phil were out of the question, they would have his hide for running off on them like that. As much as he loved Jess, his brother couldn't be trusted with keeping his little secret safe. But who else was there?
Ten digits suddenly flashed before his mind, scribbled on a piece of paper in his characteristic chicken scratch on his bedroom dresser. Without thinking, he gave the number to the operator and waited for her to connect his call.
Four rings. Four rings was all it took to have Bam chewing on his bottom lip and tears welling in his eyes. What if no one picked up? What if he was stranded out here in the middle of fucking Philly with an angry vampire hot on his heels?
The fifth ring was interrupted by a loud click, the sudden noise causing Bam to jerk the reciever from his ear. He was about to slam it back down on its base when a muffled 'hullo?' came through the other line.
Pure, unadulterated relief flooded Bam's system right then, his body growing stiff with happiness as he brought the reciever back to his ear. "Dude, you have to come pick me up. I'm in the middle of Philly and I don't have a ride."
"What the hell are you doing way out there?" The man on the other line sounded tired, but Bam ignored that and rushed into a quick answer.
"I'll tell you about it later. Do you think you can come get me?"
There was a pause on the other line followed by the noise of something ruffling around. "Sure, give me a few minutes. Where are you at exactly?"
"The 7-11 on the corner of Lombard and South Watts. How fast can you make it here?"
The sentence was spoken quickly and Bam was briefly afraid that the man on the other line wouldn't be able to understand a word he'd said, but his fears were squelched when he replied, "About thirty minutes if I drive fast."
"Thanks, please hurry." Bam muttered a rushed thanks as the line went dead. 'Great, thirty fucking minutes.' Against his will, his mind automatically shot to the vampire he had abandoned only moments ago. 'Does he even know I left?'
'Thirty minutes, eh? Of course I know you left.'
"Go the fuck away!" Bam shouted outloud, recieving a paranoid stare from a young mother and her little kid that were exiting the store.
A whisper of dangerous laughter rang through the skater's mind, chilling him to the bone. 'You can run, but you can't hide forever, Bam.'
A frustrated growl left Bam's lips as he angrily punched the payphone, rewarded only with a stinging fist and an annoying clattering noise from the machine. Thankfully, the vampire had taken that moment as his leave, blanketing Bam's mind in silence. Of course, he should have been worried that there weren't any thoughts (not even his own) filtering through his mind, but at that point he didn't give a damn.
The realization that he had a half-hour of waiting ahead of him seemed to dawn on Bam just then as he took a weary glance around the parking lot. Only two cars were parked outside of the store, one an upper-class mini-van and the other a rundown Pinto, probably belonging to the shop's owner.
A cold sweat prickled on Bam's brow as he kicked his way out of the decrepit phonebooth, sulking over to the concrete slab that served as a bumper. He sat down heavily, wincing at the pain that coursed through his entire body. Hatedred seared through his mind, blinding the pain as hot tears came to his eyes. 'Fucker,' he thought bitterly.
Surprisingly there was no reply in his mind. This put the young skater somewhat more at ease, and he relaxed his battered back against the unforgiving concrete behind him. His azure eyes slipped closed, the after affects of the night's activities taking their final toll. Bam's body grew slack, weakening as he slipped into an uneasy dose, his mind blissfully blank. At least for awhile.
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But someone's mind wasn't.
Back at the loft, a certain vampire was shivering against the wall of his study. He lifted a trembling hand before his bewildered eyes, wiping unconiously at the flowering bruise on his finely structured jaw.
He felt hatred. Searing, burning hatred.
And he didn't understand why, but it shook him. Shook him violently. Nothing ever affected him like that. Not since...
The feeling was back again, and Ville slammed his back into the wall, closing his eyes tightly and willing the intense emotion to leave him be.
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"What do you think you are doing? You think this hotel? Get out! OUT!" A thick Arabic accent startled Bam awake. Even though he knew it must've been less than ten minutes, as his ride wasn't there yet, it felt like hours had passed. Bam blinked and stared up at the puffing storekeeper that was glaring down at him. Mumbling an apology, Bam grabbed his bag and rushed off the premesis, finding comfort in the lampost on the sidewalk where the two streets met and fused.
He didn't have to wait long before two beams of light slowed down next to him. Blinking in the bright light, Bam tried to shield his eyes with his hands. The car came to a complete halt beside him, breaks screetching like nails on a chalkboard. When Bam finally opened his eyes again, he saw Ryan Dunn sticking his head out the window, tangles of red hair sticking out at all angles from beneath a black Cradle of Filth hat.
"Are you going to stand there all night or are you gonna' get in the car?" Dunn's gruff voice broke over the purring engine. The sound of a familiar voice seemed to snap Bam from his thoughts as he quickly moved to open the passenger door.
"Dude, I seriously can't thank you enough for this," Bam sighed as he got comfortable and fastned his seatbelt. He made a point of ignoring the glances Dunn was shooting him as they pulled back onto the road.
They spent the drive in silence, Dunn flipping through the radio stations nervously while trying to make idle chit-chat and Bam just staring out the window as the world slipped by. Bam felt his eyes growing heavy the longer he sat in the car, fighting the urge to just fall asleep right there. Occasionally Dunn would tap him on the shoulder, as if to let him know that he was dosing off, but Bam continued to keep his mouth shut.
It wasn't until they were getting off the Valley Forge exit that Bam decided to sit up. They were nearly home, and he wasn't sure what to do.
As if reading his friend's mind, Dunn asked, "Do you want me to take you home or do you want to crash at my place?"
Bam hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out the answer that would get him in the least amount of trouble. He didn't like the idea of staying at Dunn's house, but he knew that going home would cause more trouble than it was worth. "Would it be cool if I crashed for a few?"
"Yeah man, I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it," he laughed slightly. Bam's lips tightened into a forced smile as he nodded in Dunn's direction, offering up a silent thanks as they took the exit toward home.
The highway quickly dwindled off into the borough of West Chester, city life seemingly dissolving behind them as they drove deeper into the quiet community. Bam sighed as they passed the turn to his house, almost regretting his decision not to go home. But he swiftly pushed that thought aside.
They pulled up into the driveway of Dunn's large house, the redhead killing the engine quickly so as not to wake his parents. They climbed out of the car, quietly closing the doors behind them, and walked to the front door.
Hesitant, Bam followed Dunn into his home, not even taking in the surroundings as his friend spewed out random facts about where the rooms where.
"Yo, man, you okay?"
Bam shook himself, looking at Dunn clearly for the first time since he got into the car.
"Sorry." Bam said, offering a weak, heartless smile. He flinched as he felt Ryan's eyes travel over his appearance.
'Thank God I remembered to grab that jacket.' Bam muttered internally, silently thanking Linde for leaving it on the chair by the loft's exit. He shuddered, the meaning behind 'God' rushing back to him in flash of images. Bam paled.
"It's fine...look...the shower's over there." Bam looked up as Ryan pointed to his left, up the stairs. "You look like you need one. Towels are in the closet to the left."
Bam nodded, rushing passed a confused and slightly hurt looking Dunn. What he really needed was to be alone. Bam dragged heavy feet up the stairs, not even glancing back at Ryan. He was vaugely aware that he had passed Dunn's room, and that the bathroom and closet were straight ahead.
Bam wrenched open the closet door, grabbing a deep jade colored towel, and headed into the spacious bathroom, flicking the lights on in the process. His appearance appalled him. Once chocolate colored hair was matted every which way and darkened by thick globs of blood; the part of his neck that wasn't covered by the jacket was turning a nice shade of purple. Scared blue eyes rimmed in sleeplessness blazed back at him hauntingly in the mirror.
Shakily, Bam opened the shower door and turned the water on, the comforting sound soothing his frazzled nerves. Turning back in the direction of the sink, he let the water heat up as he shed the jacket. Not glancing in the mirror, he kicked off his shoes and pants, pulling a filthy shirt over his head and gasping as the blood-soaked fabric ripped away from his skin. When he was left only in his boxers, Bam breathed in the steam from the now scalding shower and chanced a look in the mirror.
"Holy fucking shit." Bam whispered, taking in his appearance. A spidery bruise spread from just underneath his ear to the juncture of his collar bone and neck, two identical jagged gashes puffed out with irritation and ran at least an inch down the length of his throat. Dried blood wrote an intricate pattern down his chest, scratch marks and more blood following as his eyes traveled lower. The ghost of blue-ish bruises tinted the angle of his right hip in the imprint of fingertips.
Tearing his eyes away from his own body, Bam forced the thoughts out of his mind as he lost his boxers to the floor and clammored into the welcoming warmth of the shower. The burning water felt good as it fell over his aching body, washing away all of the dried blood. Bam felt almost as if the shower was cleansing more than just his physical body, but that was nonsense...
Picking up a nearby bottle of shampoo, he lathered it into his sticky hair, wrestling with the tangles as he watched the water beneath his feet turn a light shade of pink. He had to use the substance three times before it began to feel anything close to hair again. After he was done washing, Bam found himself very reluctant to leave the shower. He wanted to stay under the running water for the rest of the night, allowing its soft carresses to soothe his sore muscles and relax his mind. But there was no way he could do that.
Turning off the faucet, Bam instinctively reached for the towel he had placed on the toilet seat. Wrapping the soft material gingerly around his waist, wincing slightly as it came in contact with a particularly nasty bruise, he gave himself the once-over before openeing the bathroom door.
A puff of steam followed him into the hallway, mockingly trailing after him as he made his way into Dunn's bedroom. Thankfully, the redhead was still downstairs, so Bam took the oportunity to rummage through his friend's dresser for a few articles of loose fitting clothing. Finding the perfect ones, he moved to put them on but jumped at the sound of the door opening.
Bam spun around quickly, nearly dropping the clothes in his hand as he came face to face with Ryan. The redhead stared at him for a moment, his eyes traveling over the skater's form before connecting with Bam's crystal blue ones.
"Dude, what the hell happened?" he whispered, closing the door softly behind him and taking a cautious step forward. Against his will Bam flinched backwards, his back comming in contact with a sharp corner of the dresser. "Did you get jumped or something?"
Bam felt heat rising up beneath his skin as a deep blush painted his skin rose colored, Ryan's eyes traveling back to the ugly bruise peeking from the waistband of the towel around his waist. "Uhm, I can explain everything." he lied quickly.
"Bam, are those bite marks?" The skater gulped when Ryan's eyes landed on his exposed neck.
There was no way he was going to be able to come up with an excuse for that one. Squaring his shoulders, Bam took in a shuddering breath and locked eyes with Ryan, his gaze serious. When he spoke, his voice was grave and wary. "Do you believe in vampires?"
Dunn gave him a confused look, his head cocking slightly to the side before errupting in a fit of laughter. "Are you serious?"
"Just hear me out," Bam blushed a deeper shade of crimson, realizing the stupidity of the question. "What if I were to tell you that...that they're real?"
Ryan stood there for the longest moment, trying to find the lie behind the skater's words. When he came up empty handed, all he could do was sit down on the bed and whisper, "You're serious about this shit, aren't you?"
Almost defensively Bam pointed a shaking finger to his neck. "Do you think I did this to myself?" He moved to take a seat beside his friend, his jaw set as he glared at the redhead. "Dude, there's no reason to make this up."
"So are you going to tell me what the hell happened?" There was a hint of a smile in Ryan's voice that caused Bam's head to shoot up. He gave his friend a confused glace before nodding.
"Well, it's just weird talking about it...you know?" Again the skater found himself drawing in a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy. "Well, there's this vampire and...well, we kind of messed around a little bit. And...God, this probably sounds so retarded to you."
Ryan stared at him for a moment and Bam grew afraid of the redhead laughing again, but instead he just smiled. "Is she hot?"
"Actually," Bam gulped. "It's not so much a she as it is...uhm...a he..."
Bam didn't think it was possible to blush any more than he already was, but now it felt as if his skin was about to melt from its bones. Turning his face away from Ryan, he hunched his shoulders and waited for the laugh. The laugh that never came. Bam wanted to take comfort in that knowledge, but there was also the agonizing fact that Dunn had yet to offer a response.
Finally turning his head back to his friend, Bam muttered, "Dude...you okay?"
Ryan's face was one of pure shock, his eyes slightly bugged out and his mouth dangling open. As if snapping out of trance, he shook his head and blinked a few times. "Oh, yeah...yeah...It's just...that was a bit of a shocker, man." He laughed lightly, but it wasn't ridiculing. "So, this vampire, is a dude?"
"Yeah," Bam laughed genuinely for the first time in what felt like ages. He put himself in Ryan's possition, and realized that the whole conversation really was quite humorous. "So I hooked up with this dude, a fucking vampire no less, and...Well, I thought he was a nice guy, but it turns out he's just an asshole."
Without warning, the sensual voice cut through Bam's brain again, causing his back to stiffen in fear. 'What did I tell you about language, Bammi?' As quickly as it had arrived the voice was gone, and Bam wasn't sure if it had really been there at all or if it was just a figment of his imagination.
Ryan seemed to notice the sudden change in his friend's appearance, for his eyes grew concerned and he asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Bam mumbled quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Anyway, where was I?"
"This vampire, he's an asshole..."
"Right," Bam shook his head, trying to organize his thoughts. The memory of the foreign voice still sent a chill down his spine, but he tried to ignore it. "Well, this," he made a quick gesture to the myriad of wounds that studded his body, "this is the product of a vampire who like to play rough."
"Oh," was all Ryan could seem to say. He once again eyed the bite mark on Bam's neck, unconsciously rubbing his own in the same spot. "...so how was it?" Ryan finally asked, a shit-eating grin plastered accross his face.
"As much as I hate to say this...it was fucking amazing," Bam laughed, shaking his head lightly. "Listen dude, I don't really want to talk about it right now. Mind if I just go to bed?"
Dunn pouted for a moment, a sharp whine escaping his lips. "Just when it was getting good! Fine, fine, go to bed you pansy." Ryan threw a pillow in Bam's direction and pointed toward the front of the bed. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight."
"Thanks man."
Ryan only smiled back at his friend, standing quickly and moving toward the door. As he reached out a hand to flick the light switch, he called over his shoulder, "Hey Bam? I'm really glad we could talk."
"Yeah, me too," Bam called back, a smile pulling at his lips. Dunn nodded, flicking off the lights and closing the door behind him as he left.
The room fell silent as the soft padding of Ryan's footsteps disappeared down the steps. Bam walked over to the door, locking it. He was still jittery, especially now that he was alone with his thoughts...among others.
Dropping the towel to the floor, Bam made to pick up the clean boxers and pajama pants that were on the bed.
"Amazing, eh?"
Bam nearly tripped over the boxers he was trying to put on. His heartrate increasing, he whipped around. He could've sworn that that voice was behind him, not inside his head.
"Seriously, if you're here just come out where I can see you." Bam said harshly, and added as an afterthought, mentally, 'So I can fucking punch your face in...again.'
"You really impressed me, there, Bam."
Bam froze at the feeling of an icy touch caressing his jaw idly. "Stop it, you sick fuck. Don't touch me. I've got enough bruises on my skin because of you."
"That is not all I could do with your skin, Bam." Came a seductive whisper.
Bam shuddered, trying to block the thoughts coming into his mind, refusing to let the voice in his head see what he was thinking.
"Go. Away." Bam hissed outloud, jumping into his boxers and hopping on the bed in an almost fluent motion.
"You never really answered me, dear boy, about whether or not you liked pain."
"I guess by the tears and screaming you couldn't tell. Bright bulb, you are." Bam sighed, giving in to the vampire's mindgames. It wasn't as if he had a choice, anyway.
"Ow, Bam, you hurt my feelings there." The voice was mocking. Bam blinked, green eyes burning into his eyelids.
"Did you do that?" Bam said outloud, forgetting that nobody was there.
"Do what?" Ville's attempt at innocnce was far from accurate. Bam nearly laughed out loud at the thought of Ville being anything pure. A sort of scoff sounded in the room, as if the vampire was insulted by Bam's thought.
"Well, if you don't like what you hear, you shouldn't be eavesdropping, asshole."
"Innocent child, how you thought you knew me..." Came the lazy response. Bam gasped as he felt the ghost of a hand stroke him through the cotton of his pajama bottoms. He hissed as the motion sped up, then stopped all together.
"That's really, really not fair," Bam mumbled as a whimper escaped his lips involuntarily.
"Oh, but you like it, don't you?" Ville's voice purred. The touch came back, this time lighter, flickering over the tip of Bam's now aching erection.
"Do not." Bam grunted, sweat breaking across his forehead.
"Liar."
"Do you think I want this, after what you did?" Bam's voice came out strained, fighting from giving into the blissfull touches that came from nowhere.
"Then let me make it up to you....I'm really sorry for what I did, Bam." His voice was sincere, almost pleading. "...and if it helps...I want you...so bad."
Bam gulped. Ville never begged for anything, from the time Bam had known him. 'Quite the opposite in fact...' Bam thought subconciously.
"I'm begging now, Bammi."
"You'd have to do a great deal more than beg, Ville." Bam grunted as the vampire's touch brought him closer to the edge. He was thankful he'd locked the door, he didn't want to think what Dunn would say if he were to walk in now.
"Like this?" Bam could've sworn that he actually giggled, before something different than ice touched his throbbing member. He felt as if a wet, hot line were being licked onto his skin.
"Jesus Christ!" the skater nearly shouted. 'Stop it.' he thought restlessly. But the sensation only increased, and for the time being Ville's voice was silent in his mind. Apparently, his mouth was busy elsewhere. "I said STOP!" Bam shouted, an idea coming to him. He thrust his hips sharply upwards, viciously hard.
The feeling stopped. Silence was once again the room's companion. Then a chillingly cold voice rang loud and clear: "You'll pay dearly for that, love."
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Ville gagged, clutching at his throat as a powerfully shouted 'STOP!' ripped through his mind and a great pain went through him like a knife. It took a few moments for Ville to realise that Bam was the one who had caused him this pain. The hatred he felt from earlier threatened to burn through his veins again...only this time Ville realised that it wasn't his hate.
Angry and embarrased, he massaged his throat before sending as chilling a message as he could to the skater. Bam would never know how half-hearted it was, but from the fear that overpowered the pain, Ville was sure that his message had gotten across. He smirked.
Looking around his study, Ville sighed, the grin slipping from his face as he let his forehead hit the pollished wood of his desk. "Come back to me, Bammi...please..." he whispered.
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Bam was relieved when the room finally slinked back into silence, but the lingering threat from the vampire still sent an unpleasant chill down his spine. He kept quiet for as long as he could, testing Ville's pressence. When he was possitive the vampire was gone for the night, he brought the blanket up to his chin and curled into the pillow. He couldn't help but think that Ryan's bed wasn't as comfortable as the one in Ville's loft.
Closing his eyes, a tired sigh escaped his lips before his eyes slippped closed and he fell into a restless sleep.
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"Bam...sweetheart?"
Bam stared bewildered down at his own body, which happened to be resting against the base of an angel statue in the middle of a cemetary. Why he would be sleeping there Bam had no idea.
'What the hell?' Bam thought. Hands that weren't his own reached down to caress his face, which felt oddly cold to the touch. As confusing as it was, it seemed as though Bam were witnessing a particularly sad movie, through the main character's eyes.
"Oh, God, please no...Bam...Bam please..." he heard an oddly familiar voice escape his throat. "Bam!"
Bam now seemed to be standing to the side, watching as a dark haired man clutched Bam's own lifeless body to his thin chest. Sobs could be heard, the painful, heartbreaking sobs of someone who was in mortal pain. Bam wanted nothing more than to comfort the man holding his body to him as if it were as fragile as a porcelain doll, but found the he couldn't move. "Who is he?" Bam thought aloud, surprised that the man couldn't hear him.
"Bam, darling, please come back to me..." a broken cry issued from the dark haired man as he looked up at the sky, and for the first time, Bam saw his face.
"Ville?!" Bam shouted, but to no avail. The sadness in the man's eyes was too much, tears coursing down the perfect face.
"Y-you can't be gone...I can't...I can't do this without you...I won't...God...God if you ever loved me, please, please save him." Bam was in shock. Was Ville praying? Bam watched as Ville stood, carrying his body bridestyle, looking up at the darkened sky. "Please! I'd give anything! Anything! PLEASE!" Ville screamed, the pain in his face horrible as he begged the skies for an answer.
As if on cue, Bam watched as his own arm flopped limply from Ville's shoulder. Ville looked down, and with a strangled cry he fell to his knees, clutching Bam to him as if he were the one thing holding him to this world. A last whimpering plea left Ville's lips. "Please...I can't be without him."
Bam felt a tear slip down his cheek as he looked on. Suddenly, another form appeared from behind a nearby tomb, cloaked in dark red and black.
"Seems to me that there is no God, Valo." Came a sneering voice. Ville's back stiffened and he froze.
"Go away, Jyrki." The pitiful attempt at a composed sentance rang clear as a bell through the otherwise deserted graveyard.
"And here I was thinking you were beyond such petty things...you dissappoint me, Ville." Bam felt hatred that he had never known before towards the raven haired vampire, his fists clenching angrily at his side.
Ville let out a strangled sob. "Leave us alone..." Ville whispered, his entire body shaking as he hunched over Bam.
"Oh, but you are alone, Ville." Jyrki hissed triumphantly.
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Bam woke shaking, a cold sweat covering his whole body. He sat up fast, causing the blood to rush to head head, dizzying him.
Only three words left his lips, "Oh my God."
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Okay, first of all, I don't know if there's a 7-11 on the street corner mentioned at the beginign. But you can live with that, right? =P
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Author: 616hasgotaname and irena_aneri
Fandom: Music/VAM
Summery: Companion piece to “Kiss”. AU. Two people brought together by an undying love that defies the ages. One, a vampire with a bizarre need for camaraderie, the other a human ostracized from an unforgiving mortal world. Separately, they are powerless and lonely. Together they are unstoppable.
Disclaimer: I DO OWN VILLE AND BAM! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! *cough* Yeah, they own themselves. This never happened (der), so don’t sue.
Rating: R to NC-17
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Chapter Fourteen
Something inside of him was telling him to run; to flee the situation before matters got worse. The logical side of his brain was telling him that he needed to calm down, that he was overreacting and needed to turn around before he got himself into even more trouble. But Bam Margera never listened to reason. He was being pushed on by blind rage, fierce emotions clouding over his vision and causing him to sink further into some deep rooted hatred that he never realized he had before. He ran on tired and aching legs as far as he could, the city night life slipping away behind him as he pushed through the people and streets to get to some unknown destination.
It wasn't until he passed Lombard Street that he realized he wasn't likely to make it very far. He spotted an open 7-11 on a nearby corner, its neon green and orange sign illumating half of the sidewalk and the wall of the building to the right. Beneath the corner light sat a shabby looking payphone, its sign busted out and revealing the inner workings of a once usuable lamp.
Quickly darting accross the street, minding the heavy traffic and honking cars, Bam raced to the payphone and nearly skidded to a halt in front of it. He dug through his pockets for some loose change, but it was obvious that they were empty the moment his fingers reached the thick fabric of his jeans. Bam didn't let that discourage him, though, for there was always room for collect calls.
He mechanically punched the numbers in and wrapped the metal chord around his finger anxiously, waiting for the operater to pick up. Bam didn't realize that his leg was shaking, nor that he was still covered in slightly dried blood, but none of that mattered. He had to get ahold of somebody. He needed to get the hell out of Philadelphia.
Finally a woman's voice broke through the static, annoying and crisp but more than welcoming to Bam's ears. It was only when she asked for a connection that he realized he had no number to give her. Frustration built up in his veins like a block of scorching ice, his grip tightening on the chord as he wracked his brain for any number to give. Ape and Phil were out of the question, they would have his hide for running off on them like that. As much as he loved Jess, his brother couldn't be trusted with keeping his little secret safe. But who else was there?
Ten digits suddenly flashed before his mind, scribbled on a piece of paper in his characteristic chicken scratch on his bedroom dresser. Without thinking, he gave the number to the operator and waited for her to connect his call.
Four rings. Four rings was all it took to have Bam chewing on his bottom lip and tears welling in his eyes. What if no one picked up? What if he was stranded out here in the middle of fucking Philly with an angry vampire hot on his heels?
The fifth ring was interrupted by a loud click, the sudden noise causing Bam to jerk the reciever from his ear. He was about to slam it back down on its base when a muffled 'hullo?' came through the other line.
Pure, unadulterated relief flooded Bam's system right then, his body growing stiff with happiness as he brought the reciever back to his ear. "Dude, you have to come pick me up. I'm in the middle of Philly and I don't have a ride."
"What the hell are you doing way out there?" The man on the other line sounded tired, but Bam ignored that and rushed into a quick answer.
"I'll tell you about it later. Do you think you can come get me?"
There was a pause on the other line followed by the noise of something ruffling around. "Sure, give me a few minutes. Where are you at exactly?"
"The 7-11 on the corner of Lombard and South Watts. How fast can you make it here?"
The sentence was spoken quickly and Bam was briefly afraid that the man on the other line wouldn't be able to understand a word he'd said, but his fears were squelched when he replied, "About thirty minutes if I drive fast."
"Thanks, please hurry." Bam muttered a rushed thanks as the line went dead. 'Great, thirty fucking minutes.' Against his will, his mind automatically shot to the vampire he had abandoned only moments ago. 'Does he even know I left?'
'Thirty minutes, eh? Of course I know you left.'
"Go the fuck away!" Bam shouted outloud, recieving a paranoid stare from a young mother and her little kid that were exiting the store.
A whisper of dangerous laughter rang through the skater's mind, chilling him to the bone. 'You can run, but you can't hide forever, Bam.'
A frustrated growl left Bam's lips as he angrily punched the payphone, rewarded only with a stinging fist and an annoying clattering noise from the machine. Thankfully, the vampire had taken that moment as his leave, blanketing Bam's mind in silence. Of course, he should have been worried that there weren't any thoughts (not even his own) filtering through his mind, but at that point he didn't give a damn.
The realization that he had a half-hour of waiting ahead of him seemed to dawn on Bam just then as he took a weary glance around the parking lot. Only two cars were parked outside of the store, one an upper-class mini-van and the other a rundown Pinto, probably belonging to the shop's owner.
A cold sweat prickled on Bam's brow as he kicked his way out of the decrepit phonebooth, sulking over to the concrete slab that served as a bumper. He sat down heavily, wincing at the pain that coursed through his entire body. Hatedred seared through his mind, blinding the pain as hot tears came to his eyes. 'Fucker,' he thought bitterly.
Surprisingly there was no reply in his mind. This put the young skater somewhat more at ease, and he relaxed his battered back against the unforgiving concrete behind him. His azure eyes slipped closed, the after affects of the night's activities taking their final toll. Bam's body grew slack, weakening as he slipped into an uneasy dose, his mind blissfully blank. At least for awhile.
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But someone's mind wasn't.
Back at the loft, a certain vampire was shivering against the wall of his study. He lifted a trembling hand before his bewildered eyes, wiping unconiously at the flowering bruise on his finely structured jaw.
He felt hatred. Searing, burning hatred.
And he didn't understand why, but it shook him. Shook him violently. Nothing ever affected him like that. Not since...
The feeling was back again, and Ville slammed his back into the wall, closing his eyes tightly and willing the intense emotion to leave him be.
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"What do you think you are doing? You think this hotel? Get out! OUT!" A thick Arabic accent startled Bam awake. Even though he knew it must've been less than ten minutes, as his ride wasn't there yet, it felt like hours had passed. Bam blinked and stared up at the puffing storekeeper that was glaring down at him. Mumbling an apology, Bam grabbed his bag and rushed off the premesis, finding comfort in the lampost on the sidewalk where the two streets met and fused.
He didn't have to wait long before two beams of light slowed down next to him. Blinking in the bright light, Bam tried to shield his eyes with his hands. The car came to a complete halt beside him, breaks screetching like nails on a chalkboard. When Bam finally opened his eyes again, he saw Ryan Dunn sticking his head out the window, tangles of red hair sticking out at all angles from beneath a black Cradle of Filth hat.
"Are you going to stand there all night or are you gonna' get in the car?" Dunn's gruff voice broke over the purring engine. The sound of a familiar voice seemed to snap Bam from his thoughts as he quickly moved to open the passenger door.
"Dude, I seriously can't thank you enough for this," Bam sighed as he got comfortable and fastned his seatbelt. He made a point of ignoring the glances Dunn was shooting him as they pulled back onto the road.
They spent the drive in silence, Dunn flipping through the radio stations nervously while trying to make idle chit-chat and Bam just staring out the window as the world slipped by. Bam felt his eyes growing heavy the longer he sat in the car, fighting the urge to just fall asleep right there. Occasionally Dunn would tap him on the shoulder, as if to let him know that he was dosing off, but Bam continued to keep his mouth shut.
It wasn't until they were getting off the Valley Forge exit that Bam decided to sit up. They were nearly home, and he wasn't sure what to do.
As if reading his friend's mind, Dunn asked, "Do you want me to take you home or do you want to crash at my place?"
Bam hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out the answer that would get him in the least amount of trouble. He didn't like the idea of staying at Dunn's house, but he knew that going home would cause more trouble than it was worth. "Would it be cool if I crashed for a few?"
"Yeah man, I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it," he laughed slightly. Bam's lips tightened into a forced smile as he nodded in Dunn's direction, offering up a silent thanks as they took the exit toward home.
The highway quickly dwindled off into the borough of West Chester, city life seemingly dissolving behind them as they drove deeper into the quiet community. Bam sighed as they passed the turn to his house, almost regretting his decision not to go home. But he swiftly pushed that thought aside.
They pulled up into the driveway of Dunn's large house, the redhead killing the engine quickly so as not to wake his parents. They climbed out of the car, quietly closing the doors behind them, and walked to the front door.
Hesitant, Bam followed Dunn into his home, not even taking in the surroundings as his friend spewed out random facts about where the rooms where.
"Yo, man, you okay?"
Bam shook himself, looking at Dunn clearly for the first time since he got into the car.
"Sorry." Bam said, offering a weak, heartless smile. He flinched as he felt Ryan's eyes travel over his appearance.
'Thank God I remembered to grab that jacket.' Bam muttered internally, silently thanking Linde for leaving it on the chair by the loft's exit. He shuddered, the meaning behind 'God' rushing back to him in flash of images. Bam paled.
"It's fine...look...the shower's over there." Bam looked up as Ryan pointed to his left, up the stairs. "You look like you need one. Towels are in the closet to the left."
Bam nodded, rushing passed a confused and slightly hurt looking Dunn. What he really needed was to be alone. Bam dragged heavy feet up the stairs, not even glancing back at Ryan. He was vaugely aware that he had passed Dunn's room, and that the bathroom and closet were straight ahead.
Bam wrenched open the closet door, grabbing a deep jade colored towel, and headed into the spacious bathroom, flicking the lights on in the process. His appearance appalled him. Once chocolate colored hair was matted every which way and darkened by thick globs of blood; the part of his neck that wasn't covered by the jacket was turning a nice shade of purple. Scared blue eyes rimmed in sleeplessness blazed back at him hauntingly in the mirror.
Shakily, Bam opened the shower door and turned the water on, the comforting sound soothing his frazzled nerves. Turning back in the direction of the sink, he let the water heat up as he shed the jacket. Not glancing in the mirror, he kicked off his shoes and pants, pulling a filthy shirt over his head and gasping as the blood-soaked fabric ripped away from his skin. When he was left only in his boxers, Bam breathed in the steam from the now scalding shower and chanced a look in the mirror.
"Holy fucking shit." Bam whispered, taking in his appearance. A spidery bruise spread from just underneath his ear to the juncture of his collar bone and neck, two identical jagged gashes puffed out with irritation and ran at least an inch down the length of his throat. Dried blood wrote an intricate pattern down his chest, scratch marks and more blood following as his eyes traveled lower. The ghost of blue-ish bruises tinted the angle of his right hip in the imprint of fingertips.
Tearing his eyes away from his own body, Bam forced the thoughts out of his mind as he lost his boxers to the floor and clammored into the welcoming warmth of the shower. The burning water felt good as it fell over his aching body, washing away all of the dried blood. Bam felt almost as if the shower was cleansing more than just his physical body, but that was nonsense...
Picking up a nearby bottle of shampoo, he lathered it into his sticky hair, wrestling with the tangles as he watched the water beneath his feet turn a light shade of pink. He had to use the substance three times before it began to feel anything close to hair again. After he was done washing, Bam found himself very reluctant to leave the shower. He wanted to stay under the running water for the rest of the night, allowing its soft carresses to soothe his sore muscles and relax his mind. But there was no way he could do that.
Turning off the faucet, Bam instinctively reached for the towel he had placed on the toilet seat. Wrapping the soft material gingerly around his waist, wincing slightly as it came in contact with a particularly nasty bruise, he gave himself the once-over before openeing the bathroom door.
A puff of steam followed him into the hallway, mockingly trailing after him as he made his way into Dunn's bedroom. Thankfully, the redhead was still downstairs, so Bam took the oportunity to rummage through his friend's dresser for a few articles of loose fitting clothing. Finding the perfect ones, he moved to put them on but jumped at the sound of the door opening.
Bam spun around quickly, nearly dropping the clothes in his hand as he came face to face with Ryan. The redhead stared at him for a moment, his eyes traveling over the skater's form before connecting with Bam's crystal blue ones.
"Dude, what the hell happened?" he whispered, closing the door softly behind him and taking a cautious step forward. Against his will Bam flinched backwards, his back comming in contact with a sharp corner of the dresser. "Did you get jumped or something?"
Bam felt heat rising up beneath his skin as a deep blush painted his skin rose colored, Ryan's eyes traveling back to the ugly bruise peeking from the waistband of the towel around his waist. "Uhm, I can explain everything." he lied quickly.
"Bam, are those bite marks?" The skater gulped when Ryan's eyes landed on his exposed neck.
There was no way he was going to be able to come up with an excuse for that one. Squaring his shoulders, Bam took in a shuddering breath and locked eyes with Ryan, his gaze serious. When he spoke, his voice was grave and wary. "Do you believe in vampires?"
Dunn gave him a confused look, his head cocking slightly to the side before errupting in a fit of laughter. "Are you serious?"
"Just hear me out," Bam blushed a deeper shade of crimson, realizing the stupidity of the question. "What if I were to tell you that...that they're real?"
Ryan stood there for the longest moment, trying to find the lie behind the skater's words. When he came up empty handed, all he could do was sit down on the bed and whisper, "You're serious about this shit, aren't you?"
Almost defensively Bam pointed a shaking finger to his neck. "Do you think I did this to myself?" He moved to take a seat beside his friend, his jaw set as he glared at the redhead. "Dude, there's no reason to make this up."
"So are you going to tell me what the hell happened?" There was a hint of a smile in Ryan's voice that caused Bam's head to shoot up. He gave his friend a confused glace before nodding.
"Well, it's just weird talking about it...you know?" Again the skater found himself drawing in a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy. "Well, there's this vampire and...well, we kind of messed around a little bit. And...God, this probably sounds so retarded to you."
Ryan stared at him for a moment and Bam grew afraid of the redhead laughing again, but instead he just smiled. "Is she hot?"
"Actually," Bam gulped. "It's not so much a she as it is...uhm...a he..."
Bam didn't think it was possible to blush any more than he already was, but now it felt as if his skin was about to melt from its bones. Turning his face away from Ryan, he hunched his shoulders and waited for the laugh. The laugh that never came. Bam wanted to take comfort in that knowledge, but there was also the agonizing fact that Dunn had yet to offer a response.
Finally turning his head back to his friend, Bam muttered, "Dude...you okay?"
Ryan's face was one of pure shock, his eyes slightly bugged out and his mouth dangling open. As if snapping out of trance, he shook his head and blinked a few times. "Oh, yeah...yeah...It's just...that was a bit of a shocker, man." He laughed lightly, but it wasn't ridiculing. "So, this vampire, is a dude?"
"Yeah," Bam laughed genuinely for the first time in what felt like ages. He put himself in Ryan's possition, and realized that the whole conversation really was quite humorous. "So I hooked up with this dude, a fucking vampire no less, and...Well, I thought he was a nice guy, but it turns out he's just an asshole."
Without warning, the sensual voice cut through Bam's brain again, causing his back to stiffen in fear. 'What did I tell you about language, Bammi?' As quickly as it had arrived the voice was gone, and Bam wasn't sure if it had really been there at all or if it was just a figment of his imagination.
Ryan seemed to notice the sudden change in his friend's appearance, for his eyes grew concerned and he asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Bam mumbled quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Anyway, where was I?"
"This vampire, he's an asshole..."
"Right," Bam shook his head, trying to organize his thoughts. The memory of the foreign voice still sent a chill down his spine, but he tried to ignore it. "Well, this," he made a quick gesture to the myriad of wounds that studded his body, "this is the product of a vampire who like to play rough."
"Oh," was all Ryan could seem to say. He once again eyed the bite mark on Bam's neck, unconsciously rubbing his own in the same spot. "...so how was it?" Ryan finally asked, a shit-eating grin plastered accross his face.
"As much as I hate to say this...it was fucking amazing," Bam laughed, shaking his head lightly. "Listen dude, I don't really want to talk about it right now. Mind if I just go to bed?"
Dunn pouted for a moment, a sharp whine escaping his lips. "Just when it was getting good! Fine, fine, go to bed you pansy." Ryan threw a pillow in Bam's direction and pointed toward the front of the bed. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight."
"Thanks man."
Ryan only smiled back at his friend, standing quickly and moving toward the door. As he reached out a hand to flick the light switch, he called over his shoulder, "Hey Bam? I'm really glad we could talk."
"Yeah, me too," Bam called back, a smile pulling at his lips. Dunn nodded, flicking off the lights and closing the door behind him as he left.
The room fell silent as the soft padding of Ryan's footsteps disappeared down the steps. Bam walked over to the door, locking it. He was still jittery, especially now that he was alone with his thoughts...among others.
Dropping the towel to the floor, Bam made to pick up the clean boxers and pajama pants that were on the bed.
"Amazing, eh?"
Bam nearly tripped over the boxers he was trying to put on. His heartrate increasing, he whipped around. He could've sworn that that voice was behind him, not inside his head.
"Seriously, if you're here just come out where I can see you." Bam said harshly, and added as an afterthought, mentally, 'So I can fucking punch your face in...again.'
"You really impressed me, there, Bam."
Bam froze at the feeling of an icy touch caressing his jaw idly. "Stop it, you sick fuck. Don't touch me. I've got enough bruises on my skin because of you."
"That is not all I could do with your skin, Bam." Came a seductive whisper.
Bam shuddered, trying to block the thoughts coming into his mind, refusing to let the voice in his head see what he was thinking.
"Go. Away." Bam hissed outloud, jumping into his boxers and hopping on the bed in an almost fluent motion.
"You never really answered me, dear boy, about whether or not you liked pain."
"I guess by the tears and screaming you couldn't tell. Bright bulb, you are." Bam sighed, giving in to the vampire's mindgames. It wasn't as if he had a choice, anyway.
"Ow, Bam, you hurt my feelings there." The voice was mocking. Bam blinked, green eyes burning into his eyelids.
"Did you do that?" Bam said outloud, forgetting that nobody was there.
"Do what?" Ville's attempt at innocnce was far from accurate. Bam nearly laughed out loud at the thought of Ville being anything pure. A sort of scoff sounded in the room, as if the vampire was insulted by Bam's thought.
"Well, if you don't like what you hear, you shouldn't be eavesdropping, asshole."
"Innocent child, how you thought you knew me..." Came the lazy response. Bam gasped as he felt the ghost of a hand stroke him through the cotton of his pajama bottoms. He hissed as the motion sped up, then stopped all together.
"That's really, really not fair," Bam mumbled as a whimper escaped his lips involuntarily.
"Oh, but you like it, don't you?" Ville's voice purred. The touch came back, this time lighter, flickering over the tip of Bam's now aching erection.
"Do not." Bam grunted, sweat breaking across his forehead.
"Liar."
"Do you think I want this, after what you did?" Bam's voice came out strained, fighting from giving into the blissfull touches that came from nowhere.
"Then let me make it up to you....I'm really sorry for what I did, Bam." His voice was sincere, almost pleading. "...and if it helps...I want you...so bad."
Bam gulped. Ville never begged for anything, from the time Bam had known him. 'Quite the opposite in fact...' Bam thought subconciously.
"I'm begging now, Bammi."
"You'd have to do a great deal more than beg, Ville." Bam grunted as the vampire's touch brought him closer to the edge. He was thankful he'd locked the door, he didn't want to think what Dunn would say if he were to walk in now.
"Like this?" Bam could've sworn that he actually giggled, before something different than ice touched his throbbing member. He felt as if a wet, hot line were being licked onto his skin.
"Jesus Christ!" the skater nearly shouted. 'Stop it.' he thought restlessly. But the sensation only increased, and for the time being Ville's voice was silent in his mind. Apparently, his mouth was busy elsewhere. "I said STOP!" Bam shouted, an idea coming to him. He thrust his hips sharply upwards, viciously hard.
The feeling stopped. Silence was once again the room's companion. Then a chillingly cold voice rang loud and clear: "You'll pay dearly for that, love."
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Ville gagged, clutching at his throat as a powerfully shouted 'STOP!' ripped through his mind and a great pain went through him like a knife. It took a few moments for Ville to realise that Bam was the one who had caused him this pain. The hatred he felt from earlier threatened to burn through his veins again...only this time Ville realised that it wasn't his hate.
Angry and embarrased, he massaged his throat before sending as chilling a message as he could to the skater. Bam would never know how half-hearted it was, but from the fear that overpowered the pain, Ville was sure that his message had gotten across. He smirked.
Looking around his study, Ville sighed, the grin slipping from his face as he let his forehead hit the pollished wood of his desk. "Come back to me, Bammi...please..." he whispered.
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Bam was relieved when the room finally slinked back into silence, but the lingering threat from the vampire still sent an unpleasant chill down his spine. He kept quiet for as long as he could, testing Ville's pressence. When he was possitive the vampire was gone for the night, he brought the blanket up to his chin and curled into the pillow. He couldn't help but think that Ryan's bed wasn't as comfortable as the one in Ville's loft.
Closing his eyes, a tired sigh escaped his lips before his eyes slippped closed and he fell into a restless sleep.
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"Bam...sweetheart?"
Bam stared bewildered down at his own body, which happened to be resting against the base of an angel statue in the middle of a cemetary. Why he would be sleeping there Bam had no idea.
'What the hell?' Bam thought. Hands that weren't his own reached down to caress his face, which felt oddly cold to the touch. As confusing as it was, it seemed as though Bam were witnessing a particularly sad movie, through the main character's eyes.
"Oh, God, please no...Bam...Bam please..." he heard an oddly familiar voice escape his throat. "Bam!"
Bam now seemed to be standing to the side, watching as a dark haired man clutched Bam's own lifeless body to his thin chest. Sobs could be heard, the painful, heartbreaking sobs of someone who was in mortal pain. Bam wanted nothing more than to comfort the man holding his body to him as if it were as fragile as a porcelain doll, but found the he couldn't move. "Who is he?" Bam thought aloud, surprised that the man couldn't hear him.
"Bam, darling, please come back to me..." a broken cry issued from the dark haired man as he looked up at the sky, and for the first time, Bam saw his face.
"Ville?!" Bam shouted, but to no avail. The sadness in the man's eyes was too much, tears coursing down the perfect face.
"Y-you can't be gone...I can't...I can't do this without you...I won't...God...God if you ever loved me, please, please save him." Bam was in shock. Was Ville praying? Bam watched as Ville stood, carrying his body bridestyle, looking up at the darkened sky. "Please! I'd give anything! Anything! PLEASE!" Ville screamed, the pain in his face horrible as he begged the skies for an answer.
As if on cue, Bam watched as his own arm flopped limply from Ville's shoulder. Ville looked down, and with a strangled cry he fell to his knees, clutching Bam to him as if he were the one thing holding him to this world. A last whimpering plea left Ville's lips. "Please...I can't be without him."
Bam felt a tear slip down his cheek as he looked on. Suddenly, another form appeared from behind a nearby tomb, cloaked in dark red and black.
"Seems to me that there is no God, Valo." Came a sneering voice. Ville's back stiffened and he froze.
"Go away, Jyrki." The pitiful attempt at a composed sentance rang clear as a bell through the otherwise deserted graveyard.
"And here I was thinking you were beyond such petty things...you dissappoint me, Ville." Bam felt hatred that he had never known before towards the raven haired vampire, his fists clenching angrily at his side.
Ville let out a strangled sob. "Leave us alone..." Ville whispered, his entire body shaking as he hunched over Bam.
"Oh, but you are alone, Ville." Jyrki hissed triumphantly.
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Bam woke shaking, a cold sweat covering his whole body. He sat up fast, causing the blood to rush to head head, dizzying him.
Only three words left his lips, "Oh my God."
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Okay, first of all, I don't know if there's a 7-11 on the street corner mentioned at the beginign. But you can live with that, right? =P
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