Time
Title: Time
Author: Crimsonyght666
Rating: PG-13/R (for language)
Pairing: VAM you sillies.
Summary: Everything is like a basket of roses… almost. But when you’ve got time on your hands, what more to make it better?
(Summary sucks I know. So sue.)
Disclaimer: Of course, we all know I don’t own them. It’s illegal, they own themselves and nothing but themselves, but If I did own them, then I’d be the most happiest girl alive.
a/n: well I give up, so I guess I'm gunna go solo on this, I hope it holds out well, and doesn't become a failure like the rest of my shit. lol.
Previous:
Prologue
Chapter One
I swear it was like the seven plagues had started all over again. The first, ‘ugly and painful sores broke out on the people who bore the mark of the beast, and worshiped his image.’ Except here, it went more along the lines of: A rash broke out among the ‘deserving’ ones, facial appearances to be forever creased with fabric lines, flesh itchy. Yeah, apparently before I was put into the standing position I was now, the fabric and the artificial leather made my skin itch like no other. Leaving behind deep lines where the seats cover was boring into my skin.
“Thanks,” I muttered out, giving the young man a cross between a glare and an exhausted look. I guess the ‘get away from me now’ vibe wasn’t working… I really was trying to send it off like a pulsing wave, trying to get it to hit him hard like a baseball bat, maybe to have him get the hint. But no...
“No prob.” He said that smile unwavering. It was starting to creep me out to tell you the truth. Giving him the ‘look’, I sat back down in my seat shifting uncomfortably trying to find a comfortable position to get situated in, quite in possible really.
"What do you want?" I snapped out irritably, I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, but he wasn’t leaving, and the constant bitching from the woman next to me wasn’t helping my growing headache.
"Why don’t you come hang out with me, us?" He corrected himself, giving a glance back to his two friends who seemed to be doing fine without him. At the moment they were bugging the hell out of some poor elderly couple, and scaring their grandchildren. Honestly, I don’t even know how they could fit so many people in here, let alone letting a pair of old farts who looked as if they were about to die any minute. I say let them be put out of their misery, but hey, not my decision to say when people should or should not die. Which reminded me, I still hadn’t answered the boys’ question.
“No.” was my simple reply. I didn’t care if he was even slightly attractive, I didn’t care if I was scrunched up in my seat. All that mattered was getting that damnable device the Nordics had me go to retrieve, and try and return safely back with it. Or.... Grinning, I let my lips curl in a maniacal manner; I swear I could have felt horns sprouting. Almost. “You know what? Sure why not.” I said, surprising him with my sudden change in attitude.
“A-Alright.” He said regaining his composure, as I stood back up, purposely bumping into the annoying woman’s leg, obscenities stringing out of her plump mouth.
“Stuff it you loose bitch.” I said to her, following the nameless man towards his group of friends, accidentally bumping into some hand railings along the way.
“What’s your name?” he asked me, as he leaned back against one of the bare walls, muscles calm and relaxed.
“... Ville...” I hesitated. I could have given him a fake name. But I didn’t. Though I should’ve, it would’ve more than likely be the smartest thing to do. Considering in about three hours, I was going to be hunted down like some serial killer. Two hours still to get there, no wait, an hour and fifty-two minutes to get there, then another hour to try and get my way around past the guards and all the traps. Good thing I’m skinny. I know, I am, and no it’s not gloating. “Yours?” I asked in return.
“Bam.” He said with a chuckle.
I gave him an odd look. What kind of a name is ‘Bam’? “What kind of a name is ‘Bam’?” I asked voicing my thoughts.
“Just a nickname, it’s short for... Brandon...” he said the name with great distaste, as it rolled off his tongue.
“Oh.” Giving a sincere smile since I met him, I was about to say something else, when I felt myself being roughly pushed to the ground, being crushed with a couple of bodies. I landed with a loud ‘mph’, followed by a few jeers and laughter. “Get off of me!” I yelled out to whoever was sitting on me. This was not how I wanted to spend my trip to Dremnon. The Nordics can kiss my ass goodbye, like hell I’m going to help them. I’m doing so much more than needed, and in return I don’t get one dime. Not even a fucking cigarette. Which were not aloud on this spacecraft, causing me to elapse into a series of foul moods, coupled with the pain now in my back and shooting through my knee. I was not a happy camper.
“Sorry about that man.” A voice said from above my limp form, as I refused to get up. I muttered something inaudible, and slowly turned over, to see Bam standing there with a worried look over his features, and two people right behind him, looking as if they had come from a strip bar.
Sighing, I got up rubbing slow circles around my lower back and side, brushing off the wrinkles that formed on my pants. “Whatever.”
“You okay Ville?” Bam asked, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“Yes.” I said, brushing off his hand. No, I wasn’t ‘okay’. I just got knocked to the floor with two bodies, though fit they may be, they were still pretty damn heavy.
“Hey, hey Bam.” One of the two men said, dark sunglasses adorning his face, as he nudged his friend, elbowing him in the side. Why someone would wear shades in an already dimly lit area was beyond me.
“What Knoxville?” The young boy questioned, playing along with whatever the other man was grinning wildly about.
“Guess what I was able to smuggle on board?”
“...You mean...?”
“Yeah!” He started laughing, while I stood there, confusion veiling me like a thick blanket. “I was able to find a couple of Jacks, I thought they stopped making them centuries ago!” he practically shouted out, but caught himself just in time, whispering it excitedly.
“What else you got there?” Bam asked mirroring the man named Knoxville’s excitement.
“Some absinthe I found in my Great-Grandparents basement, dating back to the year 2007.”
“Wow, that shit must be strong as hell, or taste like complete shit now! It’s been what? Three hundred years already? How old were your great-grandparents anyways?”
“You mean how old they are. Their not dead yet... But besides that, I don’t know, but they’ve had this in their basement for years apparently, kept through the family and never opened, only to be left down there forgotten... until ol' Johnny came along and found these jewels! Or they found me!” he said shifting his eyes back and forth, a mischievous grin twisting upon his face.
“What’s going on?!” I blurted out, a maddened look set in my green eyes, as I clutched each one of their shoulders, the other still standing behind them bouncing up in down in eagerness. Either these men were complete idiots stolen away from a psychedelic euphoria asylum, or just eccentric morons... might as well slap me silly and call me the fag fairy.
“What do you mean, ‘what’s going on?’” They said in unison, apparently unbothered by it, but realization that I was still there set in. I feel oh so loved. Despite me, and them being complete strangers pretty much.
“What’s this or who’s this, ‘Jack’ you’re talking about, and what’s ‘Absinthe’?” I asked them, not really directing the question to either in particular. I just wanted an answer.
They all looked at me as if I was the crazy one. “You don’t know what that is?” they asked wide-eyed.
“No...” I dared.
“You and I, or we, are having a little talk.” Knoxville said pointing to me, and the three of them. I followed silently as we pushed our way to the back, making our way into the supply closet. Not even I, yes me, could get myself out of whatever it was I got myself into. Tossing all caution to the wind, I followed the moonstruck men into the supply closet and shut the door behind us.
~~~
Sori it’s short. But I don’t like writing too long of chapters…
But anyways, hope you liked it.
Constructive criticism/advise/suggestions what have you, would be wonderful.
Continue?
Comment please :]
he he he he.
Author: Crimsonyght666
Rating: PG-13/R (for language)
Pairing: VAM you sillies.
Summary: Everything is like a basket of roses… almost. But when you’ve got time on your hands, what more to make it better?
(Summary sucks I know. So sue.)
Disclaimer: Of course, we all know I don’t own them. It’s illegal, they own themselves and nothing but themselves, but If I did own them, then I’d be the most happiest girl alive.
a/n: well I give up, so I guess I'm gunna go solo on this, I hope it holds out well, and doesn't become a failure like the rest of my shit. lol.
Previous:
Prologue
Chapter One
I swear it was like the seven plagues had started all over again. The first, ‘ugly and painful sores broke out on the people who bore the mark of the beast, and worshiped his image.’ Except here, it went more along the lines of: A rash broke out among the ‘deserving’ ones, facial appearances to be forever creased with fabric lines, flesh itchy. Yeah, apparently before I was put into the standing position I was now, the fabric and the artificial leather made my skin itch like no other. Leaving behind deep lines where the seats cover was boring into my skin.
“Thanks,” I muttered out, giving the young man a cross between a glare and an exhausted look. I guess the ‘get away from me now’ vibe wasn’t working… I really was trying to send it off like a pulsing wave, trying to get it to hit him hard like a baseball bat, maybe to have him get the hint. But no...
“No prob.” He said that smile unwavering. It was starting to creep me out to tell you the truth. Giving him the ‘look’, I sat back down in my seat shifting uncomfortably trying to find a comfortable position to get situated in, quite in possible really.
"What do you want?" I snapped out irritably, I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, but he wasn’t leaving, and the constant bitching from the woman next to me wasn’t helping my growing headache.
"Why don’t you come hang out with me, us?" He corrected himself, giving a glance back to his two friends who seemed to be doing fine without him. At the moment they were bugging the hell out of some poor elderly couple, and scaring their grandchildren. Honestly, I don’t even know how they could fit so many people in here, let alone letting a pair of old farts who looked as if they were about to die any minute. I say let them be put out of their misery, but hey, not my decision to say when people should or should not die. Which reminded me, I still hadn’t answered the boys’ question.
“No.” was my simple reply. I didn’t care if he was even slightly attractive, I didn’t care if I was scrunched up in my seat. All that mattered was getting that damnable device the Nordics had me go to retrieve, and try and return safely back with it. Or.... Grinning, I let my lips curl in a maniacal manner; I swear I could have felt horns sprouting. Almost. “You know what? Sure why not.” I said, surprising him with my sudden change in attitude.
“A-Alright.” He said regaining his composure, as I stood back up, purposely bumping into the annoying woman’s leg, obscenities stringing out of her plump mouth.
“Stuff it you loose bitch.” I said to her, following the nameless man towards his group of friends, accidentally bumping into some hand railings along the way.
“What’s your name?” he asked me, as he leaned back against one of the bare walls, muscles calm and relaxed.
“... Ville...” I hesitated. I could have given him a fake name. But I didn’t. Though I should’ve, it would’ve more than likely be the smartest thing to do. Considering in about three hours, I was going to be hunted down like some serial killer. Two hours still to get there, no wait, an hour and fifty-two minutes to get there, then another hour to try and get my way around past the guards and all the traps. Good thing I’m skinny. I know, I am, and no it’s not gloating. “Yours?” I asked in return.
“Bam.” He said with a chuckle.
I gave him an odd look. What kind of a name is ‘Bam’? “What kind of a name is ‘Bam’?” I asked voicing my thoughts.
“Just a nickname, it’s short for... Brandon...” he said the name with great distaste, as it rolled off his tongue.
“Oh.” Giving a sincere smile since I met him, I was about to say something else, when I felt myself being roughly pushed to the ground, being crushed with a couple of bodies. I landed with a loud ‘mph’, followed by a few jeers and laughter. “Get off of me!” I yelled out to whoever was sitting on me. This was not how I wanted to spend my trip to Dremnon. The Nordics can kiss my ass goodbye, like hell I’m going to help them. I’m doing so much more than needed, and in return I don’t get one dime. Not even a fucking cigarette. Which were not aloud on this spacecraft, causing me to elapse into a series of foul moods, coupled with the pain now in my back and shooting through my knee. I was not a happy camper.
“Sorry about that man.” A voice said from above my limp form, as I refused to get up. I muttered something inaudible, and slowly turned over, to see Bam standing there with a worried look over his features, and two people right behind him, looking as if they had come from a strip bar.
Sighing, I got up rubbing slow circles around my lower back and side, brushing off the wrinkles that formed on my pants. “Whatever.”
“You okay Ville?” Bam asked, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“Yes.” I said, brushing off his hand. No, I wasn’t ‘okay’. I just got knocked to the floor with two bodies, though fit they may be, they were still pretty damn heavy.
“Hey, hey Bam.” One of the two men said, dark sunglasses adorning his face, as he nudged his friend, elbowing him in the side. Why someone would wear shades in an already dimly lit area was beyond me.
“What Knoxville?” The young boy questioned, playing along with whatever the other man was grinning wildly about.
“Guess what I was able to smuggle on board?”
“...You mean...?”
“Yeah!” He started laughing, while I stood there, confusion veiling me like a thick blanket. “I was able to find a couple of Jacks, I thought they stopped making them centuries ago!” he practically shouted out, but caught himself just in time, whispering it excitedly.
“What else you got there?” Bam asked mirroring the man named Knoxville’s excitement.
“Some absinthe I found in my Great-Grandparents basement, dating back to the year 2007.”
“Wow, that shit must be strong as hell, or taste like complete shit now! It’s been what? Three hundred years already? How old were your great-grandparents anyways?”
“You mean how old they are. Their not dead yet... But besides that, I don’t know, but they’ve had this in their basement for years apparently, kept through the family and never opened, only to be left down there forgotten... until ol' Johnny came along and found these jewels! Or they found me!” he said shifting his eyes back and forth, a mischievous grin twisting upon his face.
“What’s going on?!” I blurted out, a maddened look set in my green eyes, as I clutched each one of their shoulders, the other still standing behind them bouncing up in down in eagerness. Either these men were complete idiots stolen away from a psychedelic euphoria asylum, or just eccentric morons... might as well slap me silly and call me the fag fairy.
“What do you mean, ‘what’s going on?’” They said in unison, apparently unbothered by it, but realization that I was still there set in. I feel oh so loved. Despite me, and them being complete strangers pretty much.
“What’s this or who’s this, ‘Jack’ you’re talking about, and what’s ‘Absinthe’?” I asked them, not really directing the question to either in particular. I just wanted an answer.
They all looked at me as if I was the crazy one. “You don’t know what that is?” they asked wide-eyed.
“No...” I dared.
“You and I, or we, are having a little talk.” Knoxville said pointing to me, and the three of them. I followed silently as we pushed our way to the back, making our way into the supply closet. Not even I, yes me, could get myself out of whatever it was I got myself into. Tossing all caution to the wind, I followed the moonstruck men into the supply closet and shut the door behind us.
~~~
Sori it’s short. But I don’t like writing too long of chapters…
But anyways, hope you liked it.
Constructive criticism/advise/suggestions what have you, would be wonderful.
Continue?
Comment please :]
he he he he.