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"Shadow Passion" Ch. 15
Title: Shadow Passion
Authors: 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
Once again, this lovely banner was made by the amazingly talented annushkazhivago. Thanks again! <33
Previous Chapters
Chapter Fifteen
Panic. Searing, blistering panic. The dark enclosed space seemed to shrink in on him, and he couldn't breathe. Not that it really mattered. Placing sweaty hands on the plush julep fabric, Ville pushed upwards as hard as he could, nearly ripping the coffin lid from it's golden hinges. "I need to save him..." he breathed, his lungs exhaling harshly.
"No...not again...please...no." Ville whimpered, wet, white hot tears burning a path down cold skin. Sitting up abruptly, he looked wildly at his surroundings. Bemused, he wiped frantically at the tears and cold sweat on his cheekbones, not even pausing to wince as his fingers grazed the dark purple bruise there. Stepping out of his forced resting place, the cool air shocked his fevered flesh.
"It was only a dream..." he whispered into the dark. Falling sharply to the ground, he sat, hunched over, long arms draped around his knees, his shoulders shaking with sobs he refused to let out. "I can't. I won't love. Not again," a weak but determined promise was spoken into the silence. Ville raised shimmering emerald eyes when he heard a soft knock on the door. He knew he didn't need to answer, and also that he couldn't even if he tried.
Shutting leaking eyes to the harsh beam of light that shone through his sanctive darkness, he heard the door open and shut. Not looking up, he didn't even flinch when he felt a light hand on his shoulder.
"Ville?" Linde's deep voice broke through the silence that was caving in on the weeping vampire's ears.
No response. He didn't want to speak, and he damned well wasn't going to. The hand on his shoulder slipped down his back and up again, in a silent attempt to soothe melencholic vampire. The floor creaked as Linde's small weight sat down next to him, close enough for Ville to hear his slowly beating heart. The bloodlust wasn't even there. Not after tasting so sweet a blood as Bam's.
'Bam,' Ville thought, panicked.
No answer. Finding his voice, the words that issued from his lips were quick and chaste. "Lilly, I need him. I need him here. Now."
Linde hesitated, before speaking. "Uhm...Vil, I don't think that would be the best idea, considering--" Ville cut him off with a swipe to the shoulder.
"I meant I need to see him, Lilly." He mumbled.
"Dear lord, are you blushing?" Ville could hear the laughter underlying the blonde's voice and couldn't resist cracking a smirk of his own. Sobering, Linde looked at Ville. "Seriously, whats wrong, Valo?"
Ville didn't respond right away, the smirk slipping from his lips faster than quicksilver.
"Nothing, Lilly...I just have to see him, now," Ville shuddered. Linde didn't know of his past, at least, not all of it. And he was sure as Hell not willing to relive it.
Linde sighed almost inaudibly, before rising to his considerable height. "Then do what you need to, Ville."
Ville blanched at that. Need to?
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Bam roughly kicked the tangled bed sheets off of him, watching as they tumbled to the floor in a discarded heap. His heart was pounding faster than he thought humanly possible, drumming against his rib cage with so much force that he was sure it would break loose at any moment. The skater's eyes clenched shut painfully as he willed his breathing to return to normal, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes from the effort.
What the hell had that been about?
His throat felt parched and raw as if he had been screaming for hours. Standing up quickly, he nearly sprinted to the bathroom accross the hall. Once he was sure the door was locked and that no one had heard him, he turned on the cool tap and shoved his face beneath the running water. The sensation provided the shock he needed to completely wake him up. Running a hand through his tangled hair, he chanced a peek in the bathroom mirror. The bite mark on his neck was red with irritation, seemingly pulsing in time with his heart. His fingers ghosted over the two small bumps, as if touching them would make them more real.
And that's when it hit him. It wasn't a dream. He wasn't in his home. Everything he had experienced in the last few nights had really happened. He had been bitten by a fucking vampire.
Stumbling away from the mirror, his back hit the adjacent wall, rumbling the small shelf there and the contents on it. Bam paid no mind to that, though, his eyes were still glued to the mirror. A dark bruise was forming around the two small puncture wounds, highlighting them for all to see. No matter how hard he tried to peel his eyes from his horrid reflection, he still found himself staring. He couldn't look away. It was everywhere.
A panic far from the one he was currently feeling hit Bam like a wall of bricks. His breath hest coming in great gasps, he pushed himself further from the sink and managed to stumble out into the hallway. Intense pain; horrible, burning, emotional pain wrapped itself around his heart, suffocating him. He couldn't breathe. He suddenly felt incredibly sad, morbidly so, and he couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was as if someone else's emotions had a death-grip on his heart. And there was only one person Bam could think of...
"Ville," the one word left his lips as nothing more than a whisper, but it seemed to shatter the silence around him like a bullet.
He needed to get the fuck out of this house. He needed to go back to the loft. He needed to find Ville.
He didn't even realize it when he was sprinting back to Dunn's room, shedding all of his friend's borrowed clothes in the process. He picked up his forgotten wardrobe, hastily throwing the clothes on despite the lingering dampness, and searched, panic-sticken, for his shoes.
"Come on, they're around here somewhere!" His frustration was building as he struggled to find the last thing he needed. As if on cue, Bam spotted a hint of white peeking out from beneath the bed cover. As he rushed to slip his shoes on, nearly tripping over his own fumbling feet in the proccess, his eyes shot up to glance at the bediside alarm clock. 5:01 a.m.
"SHIT!" Bam sputtered as he tripped over the laces of his shoes and fell flat on his face. This time, no reassuring correction came from the vampire. "Ow, man..." he muttered, pushing himself up. He looked around Dunn's room, finding a peice of paper and a few pens on the desk in the corner. Scribbling a frantic note, he slipped silently through the door and padded his way downstairs.
Tip-toeing by Ryan's sleeping form on the couch, he snuck out the front door and went out into the slowly lightening sky.
Bam's breath ripped through his lungs as he ran full out, faster than he'd ever run before. Absently, he wished he'd thought to take his skateboard with him. Axiety crept through his system as he glanced at the pocket watch jangling from his beltloops. 5:41. It was almost dawn.
"Fuck."
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Ville walked swiftly and kept to the shadows, completely ignoring the fact that all of his instincts were cautioning of the forthcoming dawn. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but him. He needed to get to him. He glanced over his shoulder, Linde must've gotten lost with the car. Sheer arrogance took over as he realized he'd never make it to the 7-11 in time. He headed there anyway...it was the closest place he knew Bam had been.
The sky was far from light, but already he could feel the prickling sensation beneath his skin--like a million tiny needles trying to burry themselves within his pores. It was irritating and a nuisance, and he knew that it would only get worse if he didn't stop soon. But still he kept going, too afraid of what would happen if he didn't.
"..please.." he muttered under his breath, quickening his stride. "Please be okay."
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He was suffocating...he needed air, but still Bam ran on. Flashes of the dream swam before his eyes as he labored forward, haunting him and clouding his vision with horrible thoughts. It was like a horrible memory--still fresh and festering beneath the surface of his skin.
Bam could see the 7-11 sign not two hundred meters away from him, perched on the corner like any other night. But it wasn't any other night. No, far from it. This night could determine everything.
5:53 a.m. He had seven minutes to get there, to call the loft, to do something; he knew Ville would be there...he just knew. Image after image of Ville cradling him in his arms flashed by, tears stinging the skater's crystal eyes. It wouldn't leave him alone. Everywhere he turned he would be bombarded with the same monsterous vision, threatening to make him stumble and fall. But he was determined to make it, and he would.
5:58 a.m.
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Ignorantly shaking off the brighter light around him, Ville let a catlike smile curl his lip. The huge sign of the seemingly useless convienent store he was looking for was no more than a mile ahead of him. Already he could feel the sun creeping up over the buildings, taking its first mocking glance at the world. The Gods must have been playing some twisted game of hide-and-seek with him, of this Ville was sure. He ignored the pain that stabbed at his skin as he pushed onward, forcing his sore body to move despite its protests. There wasn't much time left, he knew this much, and he had to hurry.
Still keeping to the darker side of the street, he went on, blissfully oblivious to the time.
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Bam could see a figure incased in the shadows somwhere off to the left of the 7-11 before he even reached the small store. The tip of the sun was visible over the top of the building, sending orange flame to scorch the skies in yet another cycle of light. Again his skin was on fire, a heated rash spreading accross his forearms like a bad sunburn. And that's when it hit him: The sun.
He tried to find air in his lungs to call out, but he couldn't breathe, let alone shout.
His heart skipped a beat as he tried to find away to reach the man in shadow, he knew it was him. Maybe, just maybe, it would work. 'VILLE!?' he screamed in his mind, the figure drawing ever nearer. Bam slowed to a halt, skidding to a stop by the lampost. Wheezing, he glanced at the sun, now even higher, then back to the figure still shrouded in shadow under the awning in the alleway. "VILLE?" he called, this time aloud, uncertain.
'Bammi?' came a faint sounding response. 'Bammi is that really you?' There was no physical sound, only the haunting voice echoing throughout Bam's brain. Even that seemed shallow, broken.
"Yes, it's me, move towards me so I can see you. Is that you in the ally?" He instantly cursed his boubts, knowing that the vampire was in obvious pain and Bam's hesitance was doing nothing to solve it.
'Bam I--' the vampire's voice grew fainter.
The figure moved forward, out into the light. Bam watched in horror as Ville was revealed, struggling to stay upright, a pained look on his face. He took a step forward and stumbled. The force was too much for the thin body and it quickly collided with the unforgiving concrete, the light falling around Ville in rays that made him seem almost unreal.
"Ville no!" Bam screamed, his muscles finally regaining their control and he sprinted forward, dropping to his knees and scraping the thick fabric of his jeans along the gravel road; leaving them raw and unprotected.
No answer. Bam brushed the vampire's hair back, which had fallen in front of his eyes. Those beautiful, haunted eyes, were liquid with pain as the dark hair was pulled away. Ville locked gazes with Bam, his pale cheeks an ugly rouge color, almost if he had been burned badly by something. Bam felt sick. He knew what this was from, and for an instant he couldn't help but blame himself for the condition that Ville was in. A burning sensation, dull, but most definately there, was crawling Bam's skin, lighting him on fire as he struggled to pull the vampire deeper into the shadows.
The skater cradled Ville's head in his lap, tears falling forward onto the vampire's lips. Tremlbing, Ville drew in a shaking breath and tried to speak. "B-Bam...I...I'm s-so s-sorry..." Bam shushed him, tears falling harder and more numerous than before.
"Why did you come?" He was shaking as he felt the burning sensation increase, watching the pain in Ville's eyes accumulate. They grew wider, almost in disbelief. Bam doubled over as his own skin burned.
He straightened up, trying to somehow soothe Ville. Maybe if he showed no pain himself, then Ville would be able to do the same. Maybe if he...if he...He was shocked when his eyes let go of Ville's, and moved down to his lips.
A genuine smile was there, the first he'd seen from the vampire. Painful as it was, he was smiling.
"Ville?" Bam asked shakily.
"I...I'd thought...that I'd lost you...ag-gain." He whispered, still smiling; tears slipping down his cheeks, a steady steam rising where they fell. Ville quirked his lips and Bam chuckled humorlessly, feeling Ville's neck go limp in his arms. The brilliant emerald eyes were dim now, as if the fire that was once inside was extinguished.
Bam looked down upon the vampire's eyes and watched in dismay as they seemed to flutter closed in slow motion. And with each fraction of an inch, with each shade that Ville's eyes grew dimmer, Bam felt as though a part of his very soul was being ripped away. Bam made one last effort to rouse Ville, leaning in and whispering fearfully into his ear; "Please don't let go...I need you, Ville."
A flicker of hope spread across Bam's emotions as he whipped his head back to see if his words had had any effect. But as fate would have it, the thin skin still sheilded Ville's once fiery eyes. Bam let out a sob.
"No..."
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So okay, we know it's really short...but nobody said we were nice authors. Kidding loves, shortness will be made up for in due time. <3 ~Irena
Hey,we just want to say thanks again for all the lovely comments, it was (and still is, wow) AMAZING. We're trying something new here, posting on each of our accounts every other chapter, so, bear with us. Everything's still the same. =]
Authors: 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
Once again, this lovely banner was made by the amazingly talented annushkazhivago. Thanks again! <33
Previous Chapters
Chapter Fifteen
Panic. Searing, blistering panic. The dark enclosed space seemed to shrink in on him, and he couldn't breathe. Not that it really mattered. Placing sweaty hands on the plush julep fabric, Ville pushed upwards as hard as he could, nearly ripping the coffin lid from it's golden hinges. "I need to save him..." he breathed, his lungs exhaling harshly.
"No...not again...please...no." Ville whimpered, wet, white hot tears burning a path down cold skin. Sitting up abruptly, he looked wildly at his surroundings. Bemused, he wiped frantically at the tears and cold sweat on his cheekbones, not even pausing to wince as his fingers grazed the dark purple bruise there. Stepping out of his forced resting place, the cool air shocked his fevered flesh.
"It was only a dream..." he whispered into the dark. Falling sharply to the ground, he sat, hunched over, long arms draped around his knees, his shoulders shaking with sobs he refused to let out. "I can't. I won't love. Not again," a weak but determined promise was spoken into the silence. Ville raised shimmering emerald eyes when he heard a soft knock on the door. He knew he didn't need to answer, and also that he couldn't even if he tried.
Shutting leaking eyes to the harsh beam of light that shone through his sanctive darkness, he heard the door open and shut. Not looking up, he didn't even flinch when he felt a light hand on his shoulder.
"Ville?" Linde's deep voice broke through the silence that was caving in on the weeping vampire's ears.
No response. He didn't want to speak, and he damned well wasn't going to. The hand on his shoulder slipped down his back and up again, in a silent attempt to soothe melencholic vampire. The floor creaked as Linde's small weight sat down next to him, close enough for Ville to hear his slowly beating heart. The bloodlust wasn't even there. Not after tasting so sweet a blood as Bam's.
'Bam,' Ville thought, panicked.
No answer. Finding his voice, the words that issued from his lips were quick and chaste. "Lilly, I need him. I need him here. Now."
Linde hesitated, before speaking. "Uhm...Vil, I don't think that would be the best idea, considering--" Ville cut him off with a swipe to the shoulder.
"I meant I need to see him, Lilly." He mumbled.
"Dear lord, are you blushing?" Ville could hear the laughter underlying the blonde's voice and couldn't resist cracking a smirk of his own. Sobering, Linde looked at Ville. "Seriously, whats wrong, Valo?"
Ville didn't respond right away, the smirk slipping from his lips faster than quicksilver.
"Nothing, Lilly...I just have to see him, now," Ville shuddered. Linde didn't know of his past, at least, not all of it. And he was sure as Hell not willing to relive it.
Linde sighed almost inaudibly, before rising to his considerable height. "Then do what you need to, Ville."
Ville blanched at that. Need to?
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Bam roughly kicked the tangled bed sheets off of him, watching as they tumbled to the floor in a discarded heap. His heart was pounding faster than he thought humanly possible, drumming against his rib cage with so much force that he was sure it would break loose at any moment. The skater's eyes clenched shut painfully as he willed his breathing to return to normal, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes from the effort.
What the hell had that been about?
His throat felt parched and raw as if he had been screaming for hours. Standing up quickly, he nearly sprinted to the bathroom accross the hall. Once he was sure the door was locked and that no one had heard him, he turned on the cool tap and shoved his face beneath the running water. The sensation provided the shock he needed to completely wake him up. Running a hand through his tangled hair, he chanced a peek in the bathroom mirror. The bite mark on his neck was red with irritation, seemingly pulsing in time with his heart. His fingers ghosted over the two small bumps, as if touching them would make them more real.
And that's when it hit him. It wasn't a dream. He wasn't in his home. Everything he had experienced in the last few nights had really happened. He had been bitten by a fucking vampire.
Stumbling away from the mirror, his back hit the adjacent wall, rumbling the small shelf there and the contents on it. Bam paid no mind to that, though, his eyes were still glued to the mirror. A dark bruise was forming around the two small puncture wounds, highlighting them for all to see. No matter how hard he tried to peel his eyes from his horrid reflection, he still found himself staring. He couldn't look away. It was everywhere.
A panic far from the one he was currently feeling hit Bam like a wall of bricks. His breath hest coming in great gasps, he pushed himself further from the sink and managed to stumble out into the hallway. Intense pain; horrible, burning, emotional pain wrapped itself around his heart, suffocating him. He couldn't breathe. He suddenly felt incredibly sad, morbidly so, and he couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was as if someone else's emotions had a death-grip on his heart. And there was only one person Bam could think of...
"Ville," the one word left his lips as nothing more than a whisper, but it seemed to shatter the silence around him like a bullet.
He needed to get the fuck out of this house. He needed to go back to the loft. He needed to find Ville.
He didn't even realize it when he was sprinting back to Dunn's room, shedding all of his friend's borrowed clothes in the process. He picked up his forgotten wardrobe, hastily throwing the clothes on despite the lingering dampness, and searched, panic-sticken, for his shoes.
"Come on, they're around here somewhere!" His frustration was building as he struggled to find the last thing he needed. As if on cue, Bam spotted a hint of white peeking out from beneath the bed cover. As he rushed to slip his shoes on, nearly tripping over his own fumbling feet in the proccess, his eyes shot up to glance at the bediside alarm clock. 5:01 a.m.
"SHIT!" Bam sputtered as he tripped over the laces of his shoes and fell flat on his face. This time, no reassuring correction came from the vampire. "Ow, man..." he muttered, pushing himself up. He looked around Dunn's room, finding a peice of paper and a few pens on the desk in the corner. Scribbling a frantic note, he slipped silently through the door and padded his way downstairs.
Tip-toeing by Ryan's sleeping form on the couch, he snuck out the front door and went out into the slowly lightening sky.
Bam's breath ripped through his lungs as he ran full out, faster than he'd ever run before. Absently, he wished he'd thought to take his skateboard with him. Axiety crept through his system as he glanced at the pocket watch jangling from his beltloops. 5:41. It was almost dawn.
"Fuck."
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Ville walked swiftly and kept to the shadows, completely ignoring the fact that all of his instincts were cautioning of the forthcoming dawn. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but him. He needed to get to him. He glanced over his shoulder, Linde must've gotten lost with the car. Sheer arrogance took over as he realized he'd never make it to the 7-11 in time. He headed there anyway...it was the closest place he knew Bam had been.
The sky was far from light, but already he could feel the prickling sensation beneath his skin--like a million tiny needles trying to burry themselves within his pores. It was irritating and a nuisance, and he knew that it would only get worse if he didn't stop soon. But still he kept going, too afraid of what would happen if he didn't.
"..please.." he muttered under his breath, quickening his stride. "Please be okay."
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He was suffocating...he needed air, but still Bam ran on. Flashes of the dream swam before his eyes as he labored forward, haunting him and clouding his vision with horrible thoughts. It was like a horrible memory--still fresh and festering beneath the surface of his skin.
Bam could see the 7-11 sign not two hundred meters away from him, perched on the corner like any other night. But it wasn't any other night. No, far from it. This night could determine everything.
5:53 a.m. He had seven minutes to get there, to call the loft, to do something; he knew Ville would be there...he just knew. Image after image of Ville cradling him in his arms flashed by, tears stinging the skater's crystal eyes. It wouldn't leave him alone. Everywhere he turned he would be bombarded with the same monsterous vision, threatening to make him stumble and fall. But he was determined to make it, and he would.
5:58 a.m.
*--===--===<><><><><><><><><><>-===--===--*
Ignorantly shaking off the brighter light around him, Ville let a catlike smile curl his lip. The huge sign of the seemingly useless convienent store he was looking for was no more than a mile ahead of him. Already he could feel the sun creeping up over the buildings, taking its first mocking glance at the world. The Gods must have been playing some twisted game of hide-and-seek with him, of this Ville was sure. He ignored the pain that stabbed at his skin as he pushed onward, forcing his sore body to move despite its protests. There wasn't much time left, he knew this much, and he had to hurry.
Still keeping to the darker side of the street, he went on, blissfully oblivious to the time.
*--===--===<><><><><><><><><><>-===--===--*
Bam could see a figure incased in the shadows somwhere off to the left of the 7-11 before he even reached the small store. The tip of the sun was visible over the top of the building, sending orange flame to scorch the skies in yet another cycle of light. Again his skin was on fire, a heated rash spreading accross his forearms like a bad sunburn. And that's when it hit him: The sun.
He tried to find air in his lungs to call out, but he couldn't breathe, let alone shout.
His heart skipped a beat as he tried to find away to reach the man in shadow, he knew it was him. Maybe, just maybe, it would work. 'VILLE!?' he screamed in his mind, the figure drawing ever nearer. Bam slowed to a halt, skidding to a stop by the lampost. Wheezing, he glanced at the sun, now even higher, then back to the figure still shrouded in shadow under the awning in the alleway. "VILLE?" he called, this time aloud, uncertain.
'Bammi?' came a faint sounding response. 'Bammi is that really you?' There was no physical sound, only the haunting voice echoing throughout Bam's brain. Even that seemed shallow, broken.
"Yes, it's me, move towards me so I can see you. Is that you in the ally?" He instantly cursed his boubts, knowing that the vampire was in obvious pain and Bam's hesitance was doing nothing to solve it.
'Bam I--' the vampire's voice grew fainter.
The figure moved forward, out into the light. Bam watched in horror as Ville was revealed, struggling to stay upright, a pained look on his face. He took a step forward and stumbled. The force was too much for the thin body and it quickly collided with the unforgiving concrete, the light falling around Ville in rays that made him seem almost unreal.
"Ville no!" Bam screamed, his muscles finally regaining their control and he sprinted forward, dropping to his knees and scraping the thick fabric of his jeans along the gravel road; leaving them raw and unprotected.
No answer. Bam brushed the vampire's hair back, which had fallen in front of his eyes. Those beautiful, haunted eyes, were liquid with pain as the dark hair was pulled away. Ville locked gazes with Bam, his pale cheeks an ugly rouge color, almost if he had been burned badly by something. Bam felt sick. He knew what this was from, and for an instant he couldn't help but blame himself for the condition that Ville was in. A burning sensation, dull, but most definately there, was crawling Bam's skin, lighting him on fire as he struggled to pull the vampire deeper into the shadows.
The skater cradled Ville's head in his lap, tears falling forward onto the vampire's lips. Tremlbing, Ville drew in a shaking breath and tried to speak. "B-Bam...I...I'm s-so s-sorry..." Bam shushed him, tears falling harder and more numerous than before.
"Why did you come?" He was shaking as he felt the burning sensation increase, watching the pain in Ville's eyes accumulate. They grew wider, almost in disbelief. Bam doubled over as his own skin burned.
He straightened up, trying to somehow soothe Ville. Maybe if he showed no pain himself, then Ville would be able to do the same. Maybe if he...if he...He was shocked when his eyes let go of Ville's, and moved down to his lips.
A genuine smile was there, the first he'd seen from the vampire. Painful as it was, he was smiling.
"Ville?" Bam asked shakily.
"I...I'd thought...that I'd lost you...ag-gain." He whispered, still smiling; tears slipping down his cheeks, a steady steam rising where they fell. Ville quirked his lips and Bam chuckled humorlessly, feeling Ville's neck go limp in his arms. The brilliant emerald eyes were dim now, as if the fire that was once inside was extinguished.
Bam looked down upon the vampire's eyes and watched in dismay as they seemed to flutter closed in slow motion. And with each fraction of an inch, with each shade that Ville's eyes grew dimmer, Bam felt as though a part of his very soul was being ripped away. Bam made one last effort to rouse Ville, leaning in and whispering fearfully into his ear; "Please don't let go...I need you, Ville."
A flicker of hope spread across Bam's emotions as he whipped his head back to see if his words had had any effect. But as fate would have it, the thin skin still sheilded Ville's once fiery eyes. Bam let out a sob.
"No..."
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So okay, we know it's really short...but nobody said we were nice authors. Kidding loves, shortness will be made up for in due time. <3 ~Irena
Hey,we just want to say thanks again for all the lovely comments, it was (and still is, wow) AMAZING. We're trying something new here, posting on each of our accounts every other chapter, so, bear with us. Everything's still the same. =]