Embrace The Dark [9.0]
Title: Embrace the Dark [9/?]
Author:
xmychemx
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: R.
Summary: They were born to destroy each other...
Disclaimer: Don't own, please don't sue. Ville and Bam own themselves, and HIM owns the title.
Author's Note: *headdesk*
Warnings: Supernatural themes, swearing.
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There was no doubt in his mind that this wasn’t going to amount to anything good. The best case scenario, he supposed, was that his father would pat him on the shoulder, sigh, and give a half-hearted ‘at least you tried’.
The chances of this actually happening were slim to none.
Ville felt a shudder run down his spine as he pictured the more likely scenarios. He saw himself, stripped of everything and banished from the coven, nothing but shame and ridicule tied to his name. He could see the disappointment and anger on his father’s face, could imagine clearly exactly what words would be spat at him in disgust. Ville thought of Linde, and how happily Kari would replace his son with the other vampire.
They were heading back, what was left of the group he had taken out. Their numbers were cut by at least a third, and the guilt weighed heavily on Ville’s shoulders. These were the youngest in the coven. They had been his responsibility, and he had failed them. Taking care of the youngest was supposed to be the easiest job - there were no rebellious or daring adolescents to deal with - and still, he had managed to fuck it up somehow.
He could barely get his head around what had happened. They had been fine, he could sense them. They went about their business, feeding, taking no more than they needed, careful to dispose of any evidence, any bodies..
The wolves had come out of nowhere.
He could remember the snaps, the snarls, the sound of teeth and claws ripping into flesh, and it chilled him. As long as he had lived, he had never played witness to such a battle. The werewolves and the vampires kept to themselves, mostly. It was common knowledge that for their paths to cross would mean war, and neither races particularly craved it. In all of Ville’s time on Earth, he had only heard of one battle between the two since he was born, and he had not been present for it. Hearing the stories and seeing the act first hand were two completely different things, he knew. Oh, he knew.
Linde walked beside him, pace quick and brusque, eyes set firmly ahead. His expression was blank, for once, and finally, he didn’t seem so delighted by the battle. Ville remembered the urgency with which Linde had grabbed him and run, the look in his eyes as he screamed at him to get them all out of there. Battle was Linde’s forte, where he outshone the rest. Ville couldn’t understand why he was so devoid of emotion all of a sudden.
"Linde?" he questioned, keeping his voice low so that the younglings around them couldn’t hear.
Linde nodded to show that he had heard, but offered no other means of communication.
"Are you alright? You seem..."
Linde cut him off, glaring at him sharply. "The boy. The one you tried to save. Did you see his face?"
Ville shook his head slowly. He remembered the way the wolf held the boy aloft, the way his claws ripped into flesh so easily.
"My cousin," Linde answered shortly, and the conversation fell dead. Another surge of guilt clutched at Ville’s heart, and he kept his eyes on the ground as he walked.
He had failed the coven, his father, Linde. He would not be forgiven easily, he knew, and in his heart, he knew he didn’t deserve to be. He would take whatever punishment was thrown at him, but he wouldn’t deny that it hurt.
*
"Ville."
There were lines of fatigue and frustration creasing his father’s forehead as Ville stepped forward. They were in his father’s chamber, Kari Valo seated behind his desk, Ville standing awkwardly in front of him. He had been summoned as soon as the news had spread, and their whispers had followed him all the way to the room.
Ville didn’t speak, not trusting himself to. He wasn’t sure what jumbled mess would come from his lips if he tried, but he was willing to bet it wouldn’t be anything worth saying.
"You were given one task, Ville. What was it?"
Ville looked up and saw his father’s disappointment reflected in his eyes.
"Look after the younglings on the hunt," he answered stiffly, knowing exactly what was coming.
"Eight of them, dead, Ville. What were you thinking heading into battle with them?" his father demanded, and Ville shrunk back.
"I didn’t -- They just appeared! We were caught unaware, father."
There was no arguing. He should have known better. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Kari Valo was on his feet, staring at his son with anger in his eyes.
"You embarrassed the coven. You brought death upon younglings. You disgraced our entire race, Ville."
Ville opened his mouth to protest, to regain some of his dignity, to fight back because surely he hadn’t messed up to that extent. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t. They had been caught unprepared, there was nothing he could have done. His voice box refused to work, and instead, Ville stood in silence, taking every word thrown at him.
"Get out of my sight until I can decide what to do with you," his father finished finally, and Ville nodded, gratefully slinking out of the room.
As soon as the door was closed, Ville leant against the wall and closed his eyes. Unbidden, the sight of the blue-eyed wolf, and the way he tried to chase after them once they began to retreat rose to the front of his mind. He recalled the way the wolf had fallen, his body twitching as he transformed, only to get back to his feet and run after them. Ville didn’t understand. There was no doubt in his mind that it was the same wolf he kept running into on odd occasions, but he couldn’t tell the boy’s intentions. Why had he chased after them? To finish the battle for good, or something else? There was that look in his eyes that told Ville it was the latter, but for the life of him, he couldn’t think what the wolf could possibly want.
Ville felt an undeniable urge to know the wolf’s name. There was something that made him different to all of the others, and for the first time, Ville wanted to know him. The others in the pack became a blur to him, had been a single entity - the enemy - since he was born. But then there was this boy, and he changed everything. Nothing about him seemed evil to Ville. He couldn’t understand what was so different about him, but there was something and he needed to know what it was.
Pushing himself off the wall, Ville started down the corridor on his way out to the grounds. He did his best to avoid the rest of the coven, and he was almost outside when his way was suddenly obstructed.
"So?" Linde questioned, one eyebrow raised and arms crossed against his chest. Ville tried to push past him, not wanting to deal with the accusations in Linde’s eyes. "What kind of shit are you in, then?" Linde continued to push him until Ville stopped walking and turned to him.
"I don’t know. Look, Linde, I’m sorry about your cousin, but I don’t --"
"Your apologies aren’t necessary. I don’t blame you for what happened. I’d be more worried about the rest of the coven, if I were you."
Linde shrugged, and Ville breathed a small sigh of relief. "Thanks, Linde," he offered, but Linde shook his head.
"They’re going to want to get rid of you," he said matter-of-factly, and Ville paused in shock. He had entertained the idea of being banished in his head, but he hadn’t thought it would actually come to pass.
Surely, if the coven was feeling that way, his father could persuade them otherwise? As much as Ville hated who he was, he knew it would be worse on his own. At least here, he belonged, if only through blood and nothing else. He knew he didn’t entirely fit in, but it had to be better than walking the streets on his own, and trying to survive without a coven to rely on.
No vampire lasted long alone.
"I have to go," Ville said quietly, and this time, Linde let him through. His footsteps echoed on the stone steps as he raced down them, and he ignored the furious stares fixed on him as he headed out of their territory.
He had to get away and think for a while, clear his head. Then, maybe, he could start to figure out how he was going to get out of this mess.
Author:
xmychemx
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: R.
Summary: They were born to destroy each other...
Disclaimer: Don't own, please don't sue. Ville and Bam own themselves, and HIM owns the title.
Author's Note: *headdesk*
Warnings: Supernatural themes, swearing.
[0] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]
There was no doubt in his mind that this wasn’t going to amount to anything good. The best case scenario, he supposed, was that his father would pat him on the shoulder, sigh, and give a half-hearted ‘at least you tried’.
The chances of this actually happening were slim to none.
Ville felt a shudder run down his spine as he pictured the more likely scenarios. He saw himself, stripped of everything and banished from the coven, nothing but shame and ridicule tied to his name. He could see the disappointment and anger on his father’s face, could imagine clearly exactly what words would be spat at him in disgust. Ville thought of Linde, and how happily Kari would replace his son with the other vampire.
They were heading back, what was left of the group he had taken out. Their numbers were cut by at least a third, and the guilt weighed heavily on Ville’s shoulders. These were the youngest in the coven. They had been his responsibility, and he had failed them. Taking care of the youngest was supposed to be the easiest job - there were no rebellious or daring adolescents to deal with - and still, he had managed to fuck it up somehow.
He could barely get his head around what had happened. They had been fine, he could sense them. They went about their business, feeding, taking no more than they needed, careful to dispose of any evidence, any bodies..
The wolves had come out of nowhere.
He could remember the snaps, the snarls, the sound of teeth and claws ripping into flesh, and it chilled him. As long as he had lived, he had never played witness to such a battle. The werewolves and the vampires kept to themselves, mostly. It was common knowledge that for their paths to cross would mean war, and neither races particularly craved it. In all of Ville’s time on Earth, he had only heard of one battle between the two since he was born, and he had not been present for it. Hearing the stories and seeing the act first hand were two completely different things, he knew. Oh, he knew.
Linde walked beside him, pace quick and brusque, eyes set firmly ahead. His expression was blank, for once, and finally, he didn’t seem so delighted by the battle. Ville remembered the urgency with which Linde had grabbed him and run, the look in his eyes as he screamed at him to get them all out of there. Battle was Linde’s forte, where he outshone the rest. Ville couldn’t understand why he was so devoid of emotion all of a sudden.
"Linde?" he questioned, keeping his voice low so that the younglings around them couldn’t hear.
Linde nodded to show that he had heard, but offered no other means of communication.
"Are you alright? You seem..."
Linde cut him off, glaring at him sharply. "The boy. The one you tried to save. Did you see his face?"
Ville shook his head slowly. He remembered the way the wolf held the boy aloft, the way his claws ripped into flesh so easily.
"My cousin," Linde answered shortly, and the conversation fell dead. Another surge of guilt clutched at Ville’s heart, and he kept his eyes on the ground as he walked.
He had failed the coven, his father, Linde. He would not be forgiven easily, he knew, and in his heart, he knew he didn’t deserve to be. He would take whatever punishment was thrown at him, but he wouldn’t deny that it hurt.
*
"Ville."
There were lines of fatigue and frustration creasing his father’s forehead as Ville stepped forward. They were in his father’s chamber, Kari Valo seated behind his desk, Ville standing awkwardly in front of him. He had been summoned as soon as the news had spread, and their whispers had followed him all the way to the room.
Ville didn’t speak, not trusting himself to. He wasn’t sure what jumbled mess would come from his lips if he tried, but he was willing to bet it wouldn’t be anything worth saying.
"You were given one task, Ville. What was it?"
Ville looked up and saw his father’s disappointment reflected in his eyes.
"Look after the younglings on the hunt," he answered stiffly, knowing exactly what was coming.
"Eight of them, dead, Ville. What were you thinking heading into battle with them?" his father demanded, and Ville shrunk back.
"I didn’t -- They just appeared! We were caught unaware, father."
There was no arguing. He should have known better. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Kari Valo was on his feet, staring at his son with anger in his eyes.
"You embarrassed the coven. You brought death upon younglings. You disgraced our entire race, Ville."
Ville opened his mouth to protest, to regain some of his dignity, to fight back because surely he hadn’t messed up to that extent. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t. They had been caught unprepared, there was nothing he could have done. His voice box refused to work, and instead, Ville stood in silence, taking every word thrown at him.
"Get out of my sight until I can decide what to do with you," his father finished finally, and Ville nodded, gratefully slinking out of the room.
As soon as the door was closed, Ville leant against the wall and closed his eyes. Unbidden, the sight of the blue-eyed wolf, and the way he tried to chase after them once they began to retreat rose to the front of his mind. He recalled the way the wolf had fallen, his body twitching as he transformed, only to get back to his feet and run after them. Ville didn’t understand. There was no doubt in his mind that it was the same wolf he kept running into on odd occasions, but he couldn’t tell the boy’s intentions. Why had he chased after them? To finish the battle for good, or something else? There was that look in his eyes that told Ville it was the latter, but for the life of him, he couldn’t think what the wolf could possibly want.
Ville felt an undeniable urge to know the wolf’s name. There was something that made him different to all of the others, and for the first time, Ville wanted to know him. The others in the pack became a blur to him, had been a single entity - the enemy - since he was born. But then there was this boy, and he changed everything. Nothing about him seemed evil to Ville. He couldn’t understand what was so different about him, but there was something and he needed to know what it was.
Pushing himself off the wall, Ville started down the corridor on his way out to the grounds. He did his best to avoid the rest of the coven, and he was almost outside when his way was suddenly obstructed.
"So?" Linde questioned, one eyebrow raised and arms crossed against his chest. Ville tried to push past him, not wanting to deal with the accusations in Linde’s eyes. "What kind of shit are you in, then?" Linde continued to push him until Ville stopped walking and turned to him.
"I don’t know. Look, Linde, I’m sorry about your cousin, but I don’t --"
"Your apologies aren’t necessary. I don’t blame you for what happened. I’d be more worried about the rest of the coven, if I were you."
Linde shrugged, and Ville breathed a small sigh of relief. "Thanks, Linde," he offered, but Linde shook his head.
"They’re going to want to get rid of you," he said matter-of-factly, and Ville paused in shock. He had entertained the idea of being banished in his head, but he hadn’t thought it would actually come to pass.
Surely, if the coven was feeling that way, his father could persuade them otherwise? As much as Ville hated who he was, he knew it would be worse on his own. At least here, he belonged, if only through blood and nothing else. He knew he didn’t entirely fit in, but it had to be better than walking the streets on his own, and trying to survive without a coven to rely on.
No vampire lasted long alone.
"I have to go," Ville said quietly, and this time, Linde let him through. His footsteps echoed on the stone steps as he raced down them, and he ignored the furious stares fixed on him as he headed out of their territory.
He had to get away and think for a while, clear his head. Then, maybe, he could start to figure out how he was going to get out of this mess.