THE END! ...Not for long though! Sequel soon! ; )
Title: L'Acteur
Chapter: Twenty. One Dead, One Broken, Both Desperate.
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: R. Mentions of harsh sadness.
Pairing: No more Vam for the moment.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I would never inflict this horror on them. It hurts just writing it.
AN: Yes, I couldn't wait. What can I say? I'm a Vam whore. And I had to explain to
bleedxwell why exactly Bam and Ville are acting the way they did. I couldn't change their responses til the sequel, so they seem a bit idiotic and redundant. My apologies. :(
The First Meeting
The Wrong Idea
Gone Too Far
Don't Apologize
Thirteen Is Old Enough
Real Important
Reality's The Nightmare
Go To Dinner With Me?
What The HELL Would He Wear?
Was He Really That Lucky?
So He Wrote On
How Has It Changed?
Goddamned Reptile House
See You Tomorrow, Ville
His Clothes
Too Good Of An Actor
I'm Yours, Though
Fast Forward
Fucking Great Actor
Ville didn’t hear from Bam for weeks, and when he did, it definitely wasn’t in the way he’d hoped to.
A velvet box came addressed to him, and when he opened it, his heart died. It was a ring, a stunning silver ring with an emerald the very color of Ville’s eyes, and inscribed in the silver were the words, “You are my life, Ville.”
Under the box was an envelope with Bam’s untidy scrawl on it. Ville opened it with shaking hands and teary eyes, taking the single sheet of paper out of it carefully and unfolding it to read it.
Here. I was going to give you this and ask you to spend your life with me, but if it’s only going to be a lie, what’s the point?
Sell this for hush money if the press gets hold of our story. I definitely could do without seeing our names in ink everywhere I turn.
I’m leaving. Don’t come get me.
Bam
Ville couldn’t stop crying. He really couldn’t, not for anyone, and especially not himself. He’d even quit Bitter Heart; no one wanted a dashing, sexy vampire with wet, puffy eyes, soaked cheeks and a tendency to snap at anything that walked within a foot of him.
He missed Bam so much it hurt. It physically hurt. Whenever he’d go to bed and not hear Bam lumber his way into his room, toss his iPod noisily onto a table and snore all night, he died a little more.
More than ever, now, he found himself remembering everything. Every word, every embrace, every memory, it all came back to him as he lay in bed day after day, ignoring anyone who came to call and refusing to go out himself. From the first time he'd looked into those big blue eyes to the day Bam had kissed him, then passed out in his arms, to the look on his face when he'd found out about Ville's deception, it was like nonstop home movies were playing in his head.
It wasn't even like he could blame anyone for being in this situation, either. It wasn't Bam's fault, it wasn't their vastly uninterfering parents', it wasn't even Nera's. It was his alone, and that hurt worse than the letter and the ring. It even hurt worse than the knowledge that he'd lost the chance of a lifetime, the chance to be with his soul mate. They'd been in love since childhood, and he, Ville, had fucked that all up.
The nights when he couldn't sleep were terrible. He'd lay there, curled into a ball with his arms around his knees, feeling a deep emptiness without Bam in his arms, his drool running down his shoulder, his hips snug against Ville's, his cool breath tingling the pale skin. Ville ached to hold his love again, to wrap him in his arms and let him know that he wasn't lying when he said he loved him, but he didn't even know where Bam was.
The nights when he could sleep were the worst. Accusing blue eyes and a flawless body filled his dreams, a deadly combination that left Ville sweating and sobbing, his boxers sticky, whenever he awoke.
"Bammie?” Ville'd whimper, his half conscious mind still believing Bam was there, and when he received no response, he'd put his head in his hands and cry for hours.
*
Bam was, if possible, worse than Ville. He was just...gone. Still alive, just...gone. He wasn't in bed, wasn't crying his eyes out every second of every day, but his soul was dead. His heart was broken. He was gone.
April tried hard to talk her boy into going out and finding someone else. He just said, "Nah." to her request and went off to work.
Leon was worried about him. The boy had three projects going, a music video, a television drama, and some movie about a farmhand falling for the farmer's youngest daughter, and he was barely paying attention to any of the three. He attempted to talk some sense into Bam, but failed when he realized Bam...just didn't care anymore. He was gone; there was really no reason to earn a living for someone who wasn't there.
The way Bam spoke now, as if speaking, moving his lips and emitting sounds, was a chore, shook Leon up quite a bit. Bam had always had passion, always had enthusiasm for his craft, was always willing to get overexcited about some small accomplishment or other, but now it seemed the life and spirit he was known for had just...left him. He did his job well, of course, but it seemed that his love for directing had just vanished, as well as his love for anything else. He was just there, just a willing body to shout commands and correct this, edit that.
After the day he'd left Ville in Philly and moved back to Westchester, he hadn't cried. He hadn't mourned the love he'd lost, he hadn't cursed Ville to every hell he could think of, and he hadn't slit his wrists and bled out the pain, even. He'd just...died. His body was a shell for a heart that didn't work anymore.
The first date April tried to force him on ended up with the girl in tears because not only was Bam gay, he wouldn't respond to anything she said. He just sat there, robotically eating his steak and cheese fries with a vacant expression on his face.
It wasn't like he'd treated her any better or worse than the rest of them, though. Not one of his friends could get him to laugh like they used to; not one of his family members could guilt him into even saying "I love you." It was like talking to a piece of furniture to ask him a question or tell him a story; no response, just a cold, blank stare.
*
A few months passed and no one knew what to do with either Ville or Bam. Ville'd stopped crying so much, but he was still in emotional agony almost all the time, just didn't show it as often.
Bam was dying; he'd regressed from lack of interaction to lack of movement at all. He just lay in bed under his heartagram blanket in pajamas and ignored the world; he didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't get up to go to the bathroom, just stared.
April was in tears almost every day, watching her little one disappear before her eyes; there wasn't even a thing she could do to stop it. She had, and did curse Ville's name for what he'd done to her boy; Bam wasn't Bam anymore without his best friend, wouldn't ever be the same after what had been done to him, and it seemed as though the hope he'd pull through this was futile.
Ville, for his part, was trying hard to move on, and failing magnificently. Every guy he fucked, he compared to Bam, and they all fell short, every last one. Every friend he tried to make was sized up against his best friend, and again, they all paled in comparison. Bam was his everything; without him, Ville had nothing.
***
*sniffle* Oh how I love this story. I'm sad to see it end, though as I said, there will be a sequel coming along soon. Leave me some love. I wonder if I can break a hundred comments on the last chapter? Help me out with that? *muah* LOVE YOU! *kisses and hugs and loves and Vam to all of you* I cannot wait to see what you think of the sequel!
Chapter: Twenty. One Dead, One Broken, Both Desperate.
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: R. Mentions of harsh sadness.
Pairing: No more Vam for the moment.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I would never inflict this horror on them. It hurts just writing it.
AN: Yes, I couldn't wait. What can I say? I'm a Vam whore. And I had to explain to
bleedxwell why exactly Bam and Ville are acting the way they did. I couldn't change their responses til the sequel, so they seem a bit idiotic and redundant. My apologies. :(
The First Meeting
The Wrong Idea
Gone Too Far
Don't Apologize
Thirteen Is Old Enough
Real Important
Reality's The Nightmare
Go To Dinner With Me?
What The HELL Would He Wear?
Was He Really That Lucky?
So He Wrote On
How Has It Changed?
Goddamned Reptile House
See You Tomorrow, Ville
His Clothes
Too Good Of An Actor
I'm Yours, Though
Fast Forward
Fucking Great Actor
Ville didn’t hear from Bam for weeks, and when he did, it definitely wasn’t in the way he’d hoped to.
A velvet box came addressed to him, and when he opened it, his heart died. It was a ring, a stunning silver ring with an emerald the very color of Ville’s eyes, and inscribed in the silver were the words, “You are my life, Ville.”
Under the box was an envelope with Bam’s untidy scrawl on it. Ville opened it with shaking hands and teary eyes, taking the single sheet of paper out of it carefully and unfolding it to read it.
Here. I was going to give you this and ask you to spend your life with me, but if it’s only going to be a lie, what’s the point?
Sell this for hush money if the press gets hold of our story. I definitely could do without seeing our names in ink everywhere I turn.
I’m leaving. Don’t come get me.
Bam
Ville couldn’t stop crying. He really couldn’t, not for anyone, and especially not himself. He’d even quit Bitter Heart; no one wanted a dashing, sexy vampire with wet, puffy eyes, soaked cheeks and a tendency to snap at anything that walked within a foot of him.
He missed Bam so much it hurt. It physically hurt. Whenever he’d go to bed and not hear Bam lumber his way into his room, toss his iPod noisily onto a table and snore all night, he died a little more.
More than ever, now, he found himself remembering everything. Every word, every embrace, every memory, it all came back to him as he lay in bed day after day, ignoring anyone who came to call and refusing to go out himself. From the first time he'd looked into those big blue eyes to the day Bam had kissed him, then passed out in his arms, to the look on his face when he'd found out about Ville's deception, it was like nonstop home movies were playing in his head.
It wasn't even like he could blame anyone for being in this situation, either. It wasn't Bam's fault, it wasn't their vastly uninterfering parents', it wasn't even Nera's. It was his alone, and that hurt worse than the letter and the ring. It even hurt worse than the knowledge that he'd lost the chance of a lifetime, the chance to be with his soul mate. They'd been in love since childhood, and he, Ville, had fucked that all up.
The nights when he couldn't sleep were terrible. He'd lay there, curled into a ball with his arms around his knees, feeling a deep emptiness without Bam in his arms, his drool running down his shoulder, his hips snug against Ville's, his cool breath tingling the pale skin. Ville ached to hold his love again, to wrap him in his arms and let him know that he wasn't lying when he said he loved him, but he didn't even know where Bam was.
The nights when he could sleep were the worst. Accusing blue eyes and a flawless body filled his dreams, a deadly combination that left Ville sweating and sobbing, his boxers sticky, whenever he awoke.
"Bammie?” Ville'd whimper, his half conscious mind still believing Bam was there, and when he received no response, he'd put his head in his hands and cry for hours.
*
Bam was, if possible, worse than Ville. He was just...gone. Still alive, just...gone. He wasn't in bed, wasn't crying his eyes out every second of every day, but his soul was dead. His heart was broken. He was gone.
April tried hard to talk her boy into going out and finding someone else. He just said, "Nah." to her request and went off to work.
Leon was worried about him. The boy had three projects going, a music video, a television drama, and some movie about a farmhand falling for the farmer's youngest daughter, and he was barely paying attention to any of the three. He attempted to talk some sense into Bam, but failed when he realized Bam...just didn't care anymore. He was gone; there was really no reason to earn a living for someone who wasn't there.
The way Bam spoke now, as if speaking, moving his lips and emitting sounds, was a chore, shook Leon up quite a bit. Bam had always had passion, always had enthusiasm for his craft, was always willing to get overexcited about some small accomplishment or other, but now it seemed the life and spirit he was known for had just...left him. He did his job well, of course, but it seemed that his love for directing had just vanished, as well as his love for anything else. He was just there, just a willing body to shout commands and correct this, edit that.
After the day he'd left Ville in Philly and moved back to Westchester, he hadn't cried. He hadn't mourned the love he'd lost, he hadn't cursed Ville to every hell he could think of, and he hadn't slit his wrists and bled out the pain, even. He'd just...died. His body was a shell for a heart that didn't work anymore.
The first date April tried to force him on ended up with the girl in tears because not only was Bam gay, he wouldn't respond to anything she said. He just sat there, robotically eating his steak and cheese fries with a vacant expression on his face.
It wasn't like he'd treated her any better or worse than the rest of them, though. Not one of his friends could get him to laugh like they used to; not one of his family members could guilt him into even saying "I love you." It was like talking to a piece of furniture to ask him a question or tell him a story; no response, just a cold, blank stare.
*
A few months passed and no one knew what to do with either Ville or Bam. Ville'd stopped crying so much, but he was still in emotional agony almost all the time, just didn't show it as often.
Bam was dying; he'd regressed from lack of interaction to lack of movement at all. He just lay in bed under his heartagram blanket in pajamas and ignored the world; he didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't get up to go to the bathroom, just stared.
April was in tears almost every day, watching her little one disappear before her eyes; there wasn't even a thing she could do to stop it. She had, and did curse Ville's name for what he'd done to her boy; Bam wasn't Bam anymore without his best friend, wouldn't ever be the same after what had been done to him, and it seemed as though the hope he'd pull through this was futile.
Ville, for his part, was trying hard to move on, and failing magnificently. Every guy he fucked, he compared to Bam, and they all fell short, every last one. Every friend he tried to make was sized up against his best friend, and again, they all paled in comparison. Bam was his everything; without him, Ville had nothing.
***
*sniffle* Oh how I love this story. I'm sad to see it end, though as I said, there will be a sequel coming along soon. Leave me some love. I wonder if I can break a hundred comments on the last chapter? Help me out with that? *muah* LOVE YOU! *kisses and hugs and loves and Vam to all of you* I cannot wait to see what you think of the sequel!