Love in Cold Blood chapter 1
New fic.. I promise I'll finish this one.
Dang.. ._. I had it almost 100% typed out but then I pressed the backspace on accident so I have to start over.. ahwell I guess.
Title: Love In Cold Blood
Author: Me
Pairing: Vam
Summery: I don't want to give away too much.. but basically it's a Vampire fic except it's based in the real world so basically the only thing that's really totally unrealistic is the fact that theres vampires. This fic will not be horror, it will have a few mildy scary moments but mostly its oddly romantic.
Disclaimer: I dont own anyone in the story.. um, and this never happened.
Rating: About PG13
I took the familiar step into school as I did every monday, walking as slowly as humanly possible to my first class. I hate Health class, I already know that you're not supposed to drink a hundred gallons of soda a day and I know drugs are bad, what else is there to know? I'm in 12th grade, my last year of school, you'd think we wouldn't still be hearing the same stuff over and over.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!", yelled the familiar hall monitor as she blew her whistle at me, but I didn't quicken my pace as I headed to Health class; The only of my four classes where I had no friends.
Finally, about ten minutes late, I walked into class and the teacher just sighed- not even turning around- she knew I was always arriving at this time. She held her hand out and I grabbed the sheet from her and headed towards my table, which only I sat at.
"You're stepping on my foot", whispered a smooth low voice I didn't reconize.
I looked up and noticed someone was sitting in the chair next to the one I usually sat at, I must not have noticed because of how tired I am.My eyes shot open, no longer feeling tired as I realised this boy must be new to our school, he had to be! If someone this cute- no, hott- had been going to my school, I would have realised it by now. He had long dark wavy hair that reached his shoulders, bright emerald green eyes that were outlined in just the right mound of black eyeliner and he was wearing a blood red colored silk scarf with a black sleevless Rolling Stones shirt and tight black pants.
"Hello?"
I quickly moved my foot off of his and nodded, I could feel the blood go straight to my cheeks, I had been staring.
He smiled at me half-heartedly and turned back to the teacher who turned around and said, "Brandon, what do you think the answer to this would be?".
I glared, but she didn't say anything more, "Bam. Not Brandon, Bam."
She rolled her eyes and poked her finger into the blackboard once more, but I didn't answer.
The boy next to me bit his lip and blurted out "That would be the Aorta."
"That's right, Ville." the teacher smiled, writing the word 'Aorta' into the blank space on the blackboard.
"Ville?" I mumbled a bit too loud I guess because he turned around, "Yes?".
"Um.. nothing", I blushed as he smiled, "Yeah, alot of people think my name is odd, I just moved here from Finland."
"No, it's not that" I protested, "I was just thinking to myself."
He nodded confused and said, "Ok then, Bammie."
Bammie? I would have normally corrected someone on that, but I liked the way he said it.
"It is ok if I call you that, right?", he asked as if he could pull the words straight out of my mind. I hated that feeling.
I nodded, blushing again and he grinned, "You blush alot, Bammie, it's cute."
I stared at my paper, afraid to look him in the eyes- I could feel him staring at me, as if studying my face.
"Sorry", he said, turning back toward the blackboard.
"For what?" I mumbled, still not looking at him.
He turned back toward me, holding out his hand and using his pointer finger to ring it through a few of my brown curls. I blushed even deeper under his touch, and I know he noticed because when I looked over at him, he was biting his lip slightly as if trying to hold back a laugh.
"Pointing out the obvious can be embarrassing to some." he stated, moving his hand down to my shoulder; His hand was so cold, like ice which matched his pale skin.
I nodded and looked over at the clock; We still had 30 minutes left of the class, and for once I wished I had more.
He seemed to know what I was thinking because he mumbled, "Half an hour left".
I stared at him for a moment, I hated the feeling as if someone could read my mind.
"It's not polite to stare" he glared.
"I wasn't staring!" I said as his eyes softened and he smiled a bit, "Good because I don't like people staring at me", he said moving his hand to under my chin, "it makes me feel as if they can see something..different about me", he winked.
I stared at him dumbfounded as the teacher yelled, "Hey, pay atttention!" to us and he moved his hand away from my jaw and went back to paying attention.
When class ended, I started walking into the hall when I felt the newly familiar cold hand touch my shoulder, I turned around and of course it was that Finnish hotty. "Hey", I smiled.
He nodded and unfolded a paper he had in his other hand, "Think you could show me around, Bammie?".
I blushed at my new nickname and nodded, looking over the list and realising he had the same four classes as me, "Looks like we have all the same classes", I smiled.
"Really?", he asked, seeming somewhat disapointed.
I shook my head yes and waited for him to reply, it felt awkward walking silently.
"Well, as long as I can behave myself."
I looked over at him confused, "What?" I grinned, "You don't seem like the type to be a trouble maker."
He shook his head and smiled, "Oh, Bammie, Bammie..You will understand soon enough. If anyone, it will be you".
I gulped, trying not to show my discomfort at how awkward our conversation had turned, although Ville didn't seem to notice anything weird about it as we arrived at our second class, Art.
"Oh, I love art!", Ville smiled, grabbing my hand and heading towards a table, "let's sit here."
I watched our hands as he guided me to the table- he still hadn't let go even when we had sat down.
The teacher walked in, late as always; She had bright purple glasses, crazy brown hair and always wore bright colorful clothes; She thought she looked Artistic, I thought she looked more like a hippie.
"We have a new student, class!" she smiled, her high pitched voice filling the room as she pointed towards Ville, "why don't you introduce yourself?".
Ville smiled, standing up, his hand let go of mine and now rested lightly on my shoulder, "My name is Ville Valo, and I just moved here from Finland, and I'm sure you've met my Bammie? He's showing me around cause it's my first day of course."
...So now I'm his Bammie?
The teacher nodded excitedly and said, "Welcome!" as Ville sat back down, his hand attaching with mine once more.
"So I'm your Bammie now?" I asked, with a slight laugh. I couldn't help it, I wanted to know what he would say.
"Of course you are.." he purred, placing a quick kiss on my cheek.
My mind went blank the whole rest of the class. Did he just..he did. He had kissed me.
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Sorry chapter one is so short.. I promise the next will be longer.
Well, I hope you like it so far :]
Comments are love.
Dang.. ._. I had it almost 100% typed out but then I pressed the backspace on accident so I have to start over.. ahwell I guess.
Title: Love In Cold Blood
Author: Me
Pairing: Vam
Summery: I don't want to give away too much.. but basically it's a Vampire fic except it's based in the real world so basically the only thing that's really totally unrealistic is the fact that theres vampires. This fic will not be horror, it will have a few mildy scary moments but mostly its oddly romantic.
Disclaimer: I dont own anyone in the story.. um, and this never happened.
Rating: About PG13
I took the familiar step into school as I did every monday, walking as slowly as humanly possible to my first class. I hate Health class, I already know that you're not supposed to drink a hundred gallons of soda a day and I know drugs are bad, what else is there to know? I'm in 12th grade, my last year of school, you'd think we wouldn't still be hearing the same stuff over and over.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!", yelled the familiar hall monitor as she blew her whistle at me, but I didn't quicken my pace as I headed to Health class; The only of my four classes where I had no friends.
Finally, about ten minutes late, I walked into class and the teacher just sighed- not even turning around- she knew I was always arriving at this time. She held her hand out and I grabbed the sheet from her and headed towards my table, which only I sat at.
"You're stepping on my foot", whispered a smooth low voice I didn't reconize.
I looked up and noticed someone was sitting in the chair next to the one I usually sat at, I must not have noticed because of how tired I am.My eyes shot open, no longer feeling tired as I realised this boy must be new to our school, he had to be! If someone this cute- no, hott- had been going to my school, I would have realised it by now. He had long dark wavy hair that reached his shoulders, bright emerald green eyes that were outlined in just the right mound of black eyeliner and he was wearing a blood red colored silk scarf with a black sleevless Rolling Stones shirt and tight black pants.
"Hello?"
I quickly moved my foot off of his and nodded, I could feel the blood go straight to my cheeks, I had been staring.
He smiled at me half-heartedly and turned back to the teacher who turned around and said, "Brandon, what do you think the answer to this would be?".
I glared, but she didn't say anything more, "Bam. Not Brandon, Bam."
She rolled her eyes and poked her finger into the blackboard once more, but I didn't answer.
The boy next to me bit his lip and blurted out "That would be the Aorta."
"That's right, Ville." the teacher smiled, writing the word 'Aorta' into the blank space on the blackboard.
"Ville?" I mumbled a bit too loud I guess because he turned around, "Yes?".
"Um.. nothing", I blushed as he smiled, "Yeah, alot of people think my name is odd, I just moved here from Finland."
"No, it's not that" I protested, "I was just thinking to myself."
He nodded confused and said, "Ok then, Bammie."
Bammie? I would have normally corrected someone on that, but I liked the way he said it.
"It is ok if I call you that, right?", he asked as if he could pull the words straight out of my mind. I hated that feeling.
I nodded, blushing again and he grinned, "You blush alot, Bammie, it's cute."
I stared at my paper, afraid to look him in the eyes- I could feel him staring at me, as if studying my face.
"Sorry", he said, turning back toward the blackboard.
"For what?" I mumbled, still not looking at him.
He turned back toward me, holding out his hand and using his pointer finger to ring it through a few of my brown curls. I blushed even deeper under his touch, and I know he noticed because when I looked over at him, he was biting his lip slightly as if trying to hold back a laugh.
"Pointing out the obvious can be embarrassing to some." he stated, moving his hand down to my shoulder; His hand was so cold, like ice which matched his pale skin.
I nodded and looked over at the clock; We still had 30 minutes left of the class, and for once I wished I had more.
He seemed to know what I was thinking because he mumbled, "Half an hour left".
I stared at him for a moment, I hated the feeling as if someone could read my mind.
"It's not polite to stare" he glared.
"I wasn't staring!" I said as his eyes softened and he smiled a bit, "Good because I don't like people staring at me", he said moving his hand to under my chin, "it makes me feel as if they can see something..different about me", he winked.
I stared at him dumbfounded as the teacher yelled, "Hey, pay atttention!" to us and he moved his hand away from my jaw and went back to paying attention.
When class ended, I started walking into the hall when I felt the newly familiar cold hand touch my shoulder, I turned around and of course it was that Finnish hotty. "Hey", I smiled.
He nodded and unfolded a paper he had in his other hand, "Think you could show me around, Bammie?".
I blushed at my new nickname and nodded, looking over the list and realising he had the same four classes as me, "Looks like we have all the same classes", I smiled.
"Really?", he asked, seeming somewhat disapointed.
I shook my head yes and waited for him to reply, it felt awkward walking silently.
"Well, as long as I can behave myself."
I looked over at him confused, "What?" I grinned, "You don't seem like the type to be a trouble maker."
He shook his head and smiled, "Oh, Bammie, Bammie..You will understand soon enough. If anyone, it will be you".
I gulped, trying not to show my discomfort at how awkward our conversation had turned, although Ville didn't seem to notice anything weird about it as we arrived at our second class, Art.
"Oh, I love art!", Ville smiled, grabbing my hand and heading towards a table, "let's sit here."
I watched our hands as he guided me to the table- he still hadn't let go even when we had sat down.
The teacher walked in, late as always; She had bright purple glasses, crazy brown hair and always wore bright colorful clothes; She thought she looked Artistic, I thought she looked more like a hippie.
"We have a new student, class!" she smiled, her high pitched voice filling the room as she pointed towards Ville, "why don't you introduce yourself?".
Ville smiled, standing up, his hand let go of mine and now rested lightly on my shoulder, "My name is Ville Valo, and I just moved here from Finland, and I'm sure you've met my Bammie? He's showing me around cause it's my first day of course."
...So now I'm his Bammie?
The teacher nodded excitedly and said, "Welcome!" as Ville sat back down, his hand attaching with mine once more.
"So I'm your Bammie now?" I asked, with a slight laugh. I couldn't help it, I wanted to know what he would say.
"Of course you are.." he purred, placing a quick kiss on my cheek.
My mind went blank the whole rest of the class. Did he just..he did. He had kissed me.
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Sorry chapter one is so short.. I promise the next will be longer.
Well, I hope you like it so far :]
Comments are love.