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[spikedlove]

God damn I need to focus on one story. Stupid ADD and plot bunnies and fucking muse being stupid...dammit.

Title- The Twin Within

I own Sky do not try and take him from me or I shall stab you in the eye with a hot French fry ( I need to stop watching Foamy) everyone else belongs to themselves.

Summary- September 28, 1979 April gave birth to two healthy baby boys but not all is what it seems.

Warning- Language, sex, multiple personality disorder, slight cross dressing

Vam and Ville/Sky

“I’m so tired,” he mumbled lazily as he lay down on his king sized bed. The soft black comforter felt good against his bare upper body, he tried to curl up into a ball but winced as the pain in his ribs shot through his body.

“You need to sleep.”

He smiled weakly “You know I can’t, I gotta skate demo this afternoon,” he whispered so no one would hear him.

“Do you really think you can skate with as little sleep as you’ve had and now your ribs are busted.”

“Since when did you become the voice of reason?” he asked in slight amusement.

“Since you started killing yourself.”

He sighed knowing it was true, he felt like he was slowly dying. “I’m sorry this isn’t fair for you,” he said sorrowfully.

He heard a small chuckle “It’s alright, I understand.”

The young man yawned and felt his eyes close against his will. “Stop it,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Stop what?”

“Cheeky bastard you know what,” he said trying desperately to stay awake.

“Did you take your medicine?”

He opened his sapphire eyes and frowned, this was new. “What do you want?” he asked softly.

“It been seventeen years and you need to rest sweet tart.”

“I can’t you know that, I mean my career, my family and friends…Ville,” he said softly.

“You’re afraid of what he will think.”

He sighed and put his hands over his face in frustration. “Of course I’m afraid I mean it’s not really normal is it?”

“What is normal?”

“Good point,” he said as he felt his eyes close again. “I said stop it.”

“No.”

He growled softly, but did nothing to keep his eyes open and he felt his body begin to relax against the soft bed.

“Sleep my dear Bam.”

He sighed softly “Sky.”

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