Sickness - A Vam oneshot
Title: Sickness
Author: x_xckyx_x
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Missy/Bam, Vam
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but my imagination.
Summary: Missy ran out of the room. Tears of anger and despair filled her eyes. She stopped running when she came to the beginning of the driveway and sat down on the ground.
As much as she loved him, on days like this one, she really hated him. She covered her face with her hands. Bam could be such an asshole.
Warning(s): some swearing, a bit lovey-dovey in the end.
AuthorsNote: I just moved to another town and i wrote this one-shot in between towers of cartons. I hope you'll like it! Decided to all my friends who I miss a lot.
Sickness
With an awful noise another chair broke into pieces.
"Bam!! Stop it!!", Missy shouted despairing.
And another one broke into right afterwards.
He didn't listen to her or even care what she had said. He was too angry and too drunk, even though it was early in the morning.
Missy ran out of the room. Tears of anger and despair filled her eyes. She stopped running when she came to the beginning of the driveway and sat down on the ground.
As much as she loved him, on days like this one, she really hated him. She covered her face with her hands. Bam could be such an asshole.
Missy could hear footsteps behind her. She didn't turn around or look up. It probably was one of Bam's dumbass friends. It wasn't like she couldn't stand them- but now they were the last persons she needed.
The steps stopped right behind her. She could hear a deep and worried voice. "Missy? Are you okay?" She recognized the voice and looked up. "Ville! What are you doing here?" She was surprised and quickly wiped her tears away. Ville sat down next to her. "I wanted to pay visit to Bam, but I guess I should have chosen a better time." He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and gave it to her. Missy smiled. Of Bam's friends she liked Ville the most. In contrast to Dico or Johnny Knoxville was he very polite and quite normal.
"No, it's okay...maybe you can help me. Bam's angry, drunk and destroying our furniture. I don't have the strength to make him stop. Would you try to...?" She looked at him with an hopeful face. Ville sighed. "Typically for Bam. I'll try my best, but I can't promise you that I'll succeed..." He stood up. Missy smiled. "Thanks,Ville...I'm so glad you're here."
Ville smiled back and went into the house. As soon as he stepped inside, he could hear Bam destroying things and listening to Dimmu Borgir very loud. Ville remembered he had given him this CD as a gift.
"Bam!!", Ville shouted. Bam didn't even notice him. He was standing on the dining table and broke chairs and glasses with a baseball bat. Ville sighed, went over to the stereo set and turned it off.
Bam was surprised and turned around. He looked at Ville. He seemed to have problems to recognize him. He stagged. When he realized that it was Ville standing near the door, he jumped off the table to welcome Ville, but he stumbled and fell to the floor. He didn't stand up, but he looked at Ville's face. "What are you doing here...? Why aren't you in Europe?" Ville crossed his arms. "I wanted to pay visit to you, but when you're in such a bad mood, I think I'm better leaving." He turned around as if he wanted to walk out the door.
Bam quickly crawled across the floor over to him and grabbed his leg. "No!! Don't! It's not your fault." Ville looked into his eyes. "But it's Missy's?" Bam bited his lip. "No, it's not." Ville raised up an eyebrow. "Then you should apologize. What's wrong with you? Why are you behaving like that?"
Bam tried to stand up, but he failed. Ville reached out his hand and helped him. When Bam stood on his feet, he tried to explain. "I...don't know..it's...I guess I'm a bit sick of my life. I'm not having fun anymore." Ville was speechless. He hadn't expected such an heavy cause for Bam's behaviour. And Bam reallly was the last person he would think of when somebody said "sick of my life".
Bam hugged him and hided his face into Ville's curls. "You'll help me, Sweetheart, won't you? I just wanna feel free..", he murmured. Ville clasped him into his arms. "Of course I'll help you if I'm able to."
Three hours later, Ville was driving Bam's Hummeralong a lonely highway. Bam had wanted to start a fight because Ville hadn't let him drive and hadn't told him where they were going to, but now he had fallen asleep and looked innocent and peaceful.
Ville smiled. Sometimes he was like a little child. When Bam said he just wanted to feel free, Ville had had an idea how he could help him. But if it wasn't a surprise for Bam, it wouldn't help it, he was sure. Ville looked at Bam's sleeping face. When he saw him like that, he nearly couldn't believe what he had done a few hours ago. Ville shook his head, looked back on the road and started to sing.
Bam slowly woke up, but he kept his eyes closed because he didn't want Ville to stop singing. He listened to his beautiful voice.
"Sorrow rebuild me as I step out of the light
Misery strenghten me as I say my goodbyes..."
The song expressed Bam's feelings so well. Ville's songs always were so beautiful and vulnerable.
"I heal my wounds with grief
Dream of you and weep myself alive...Perkele!! Senkin persreikä!!"
Bam laughed out loud. This was one of Ville's unconscious funny moments. "Since when is swearing part of the song?"
Ville grumbled. "Don't laugh! This asshole drove right in my way! ...by the way I thought you were sleeping?" Bam calmed down. "Yeah, right. I was sleeping. Will you tell me now where we're going to? " Ville shook his head. " No, I won't. Will you tell Missy now that you're sorry?" Bam sighed. "It's okay Valo, I already got a bad conscience because of her. ...Do you have something to drink for me? My throat fuckin' burns." Ville couldn't help laughing. "You ask me? It's your car, not mine!" For one moment, Bam really looked surprised and Ville only had to laugh more. Bam scraped his head and grinned. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Then he started to seek everywhere in the car after something to drink and found some things Ville could only wonder about, but no water.
After ten minutes, Bam gave up. "Damn it!! Why the hell isn't there some water in this fuckin' car?" Ville grinned. "I don't know. It's probably your fault.."
Bam sighed.
"Sweetheart?"
"yeah, Bam-Bam?"
"Can we stop to get something to drink?"
"I wish we could, Bammie, but we're in the middle of nowhere. But it won' take long anymore till we arrive at our aim. We can drink something on the way back home."
Bam nodded. He laid his head on Ville's shoulder and closed his eyes.
One and a half hours later, Ville took Bam's hand and leaded him down a small path. He had wrapped his scarf around Bam's head so he couldn't see where they were going to. It was getting late and the sun was going down.
"Ville!! Where are we?" Ville laughed. "You're so impatient. We're already there." He stopped and pulled the scarf away from Bam's face. Bam's eyes widened. The sight was so amazing.
They were standing on a long beach with rocks and sand. The sun was going down and the sky had so many different colors. Red, violet, yellow, pink. blue... The ocean glittered and the wind was blowing around him and into his hair.
A strong feeling was growing into his chest that he hadn't felt for a long time...Lust for life and the feeling just to be free. All this time, he hadn't need anything but this moment.
Ville took Bam in his arms. "Are you doing better now?"- "Yeah, I...wow. Yes. Thank you, Sweetheart." Bam could only whisper. "I have to apologize." Ville smiled. "It's allright. As long as you never say again: I'm sick of my life..."
Author: x_xckyx_x
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Missy/Bam, Vam
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but my imagination.
Summary: Missy ran out of the room. Tears of anger and despair filled her eyes. She stopped running when she came to the beginning of the driveway and sat down on the ground.
As much as she loved him, on days like this one, she really hated him. She covered her face with her hands. Bam could be such an asshole.
Warning(s): some swearing, a bit lovey-dovey in the end.
AuthorsNote: I just moved to another town and i wrote this one-shot in between towers of cartons. I hope you'll like it! Decided to all my friends who I miss a lot.
Sickness
With an awful noise another chair broke into pieces.
"Bam!! Stop it!!", Missy shouted despairing.
And another one broke into right afterwards.
He didn't listen to her or even care what she had said. He was too angry and too drunk, even though it was early in the morning.
Missy ran out of the room. Tears of anger and despair filled her eyes. She stopped running when she came to the beginning of the driveway and sat down on the ground.
As much as she loved him, on days like this one, she really hated him. She covered her face with her hands. Bam could be such an asshole.
Missy could hear footsteps behind her. She didn't turn around or look up. It probably was one of Bam's dumbass friends. It wasn't like she couldn't stand them- but now they were the last persons she needed.
The steps stopped right behind her. She could hear a deep and worried voice. "Missy? Are you okay?" She recognized the voice and looked up. "Ville! What are you doing here?" She was surprised and quickly wiped her tears away. Ville sat down next to her. "I wanted to pay visit to Bam, but I guess I should have chosen a better time." He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and gave it to her. Missy smiled. Of Bam's friends she liked Ville the most. In contrast to Dico or Johnny Knoxville was he very polite and quite normal.
"No, it's okay...maybe you can help me. Bam's angry, drunk and destroying our furniture. I don't have the strength to make him stop. Would you try to...?" She looked at him with an hopeful face. Ville sighed. "Typically for Bam. I'll try my best, but I can't promise you that I'll succeed..." He stood up. Missy smiled. "Thanks,Ville...I'm so glad you're here."
Ville smiled back and went into the house. As soon as he stepped inside, he could hear Bam destroying things and listening to Dimmu Borgir very loud. Ville remembered he had given him this CD as a gift.
"Bam!!", Ville shouted. Bam didn't even notice him. He was standing on the dining table and broke chairs and glasses with a baseball bat. Ville sighed, went over to the stereo set and turned it off.
Bam was surprised and turned around. He looked at Ville. He seemed to have problems to recognize him. He stagged. When he realized that it was Ville standing near the door, he jumped off the table to welcome Ville, but he stumbled and fell to the floor. He didn't stand up, but he looked at Ville's face. "What are you doing here...? Why aren't you in Europe?" Ville crossed his arms. "I wanted to pay visit to you, but when you're in such a bad mood, I think I'm better leaving." He turned around as if he wanted to walk out the door.
Bam quickly crawled across the floor over to him and grabbed his leg. "No!! Don't! It's not your fault." Ville looked into his eyes. "But it's Missy's?" Bam bited his lip. "No, it's not." Ville raised up an eyebrow. "Then you should apologize. What's wrong with you? Why are you behaving like that?"
Bam tried to stand up, but he failed. Ville reached out his hand and helped him. When Bam stood on his feet, he tried to explain. "I...don't know..it's...I guess I'm a bit sick of my life. I'm not having fun anymore." Ville was speechless. He hadn't expected such an heavy cause for Bam's behaviour. And Bam reallly was the last person he would think of when somebody said "sick of my life".
Bam hugged him and hided his face into Ville's curls. "You'll help me, Sweetheart, won't you? I just wanna feel free..", he murmured. Ville clasped him into his arms. "Of course I'll help you if I'm able to."
Three hours later, Ville was driving Bam's Hummeralong a lonely highway. Bam had wanted to start a fight because Ville hadn't let him drive and hadn't told him where they were going to, but now he had fallen asleep and looked innocent and peaceful.
Ville smiled. Sometimes he was like a little child. When Bam said he just wanted to feel free, Ville had had an idea how he could help him. But if it wasn't a surprise for Bam, it wouldn't help it, he was sure. Ville looked at Bam's sleeping face. When he saw him like that, he nearly couldn't believe what he had done a few hours ago. Ville shook his head, looked back on the road and started to sing.
Bam slowly woke up, but he kept his eyes closed because he didn't want Ville to stop singing. He listened to his beautiful voice.
"Sorrow rebuild me as I step out of the light
Misery strenghten me as I say my goodbyes..."
The song expressed Bam's feelings so well. Ville's songs always were so beautiful and vulnerable.
"I heal my wounds with grief
Dream of you and weep myself alive...Perkele!! Senkin persreikä!!"
Bam laughed out loud. This was one of Ville's unconscious funny moments. "Since when is swearing part of the song?"
Ville grumbled. "Don't laugh! This asshole drove right in my way! ...by the way I thought you were sleeping?" Bam calmed down. "Yeah, right. I was sleeping. Will you tell me now where we're going to? " Ville shook his head. " No, I won't. Will you tell Missy now that you're sorry?" Bam sighed. "It's okay Valo, I already got a bad conscience because of her. ...Do you have something to drink for me? My throat fuckin' burns." Ville couldn't help laughing. "You ask me? It's your car, not mine!" For one moment, Bam really looked surprised and Ville only had to laugh more. Bam scraped his head and grinned. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Then he started to seek everywhere in the car after something to drink and found some things Ville could only wonder about, but no water.
After ten minutes, Bam gave up. "Damn it!! Why the hell isn't there some water in this fuckin' car?" Ville grinned. "I don't know. It's probably your fault.."
Bam sighed.
"Sweetheart?"
"yeah, Bam-Bam?"
"Can we stop to get something to drink?"
"I wish we could, Bammie, but we're in the middle of nowhere. But it won' take long anymore till we arrive at our aim. We can drink something on the way back home."
Bam nodded. He laid his head on Ville's shoulder and closed his eyes.
One and a half hours later, Ville took Bam's hand and leaded him down a small path. He had wrapped his scarf around Bam's head so he couldn't see where they were going to. It was getting late and the sun was going down.
"Ville!! Where are we?" Ville laughed. "You're so impatient. We're already there." He stopped and pulled the scarf away from Bam's face. Bam's eyes widened. The sight was so amazing.
They were standing on a long beach with rocks and sand. The sun was going down and the sky had so many different colors. Red, violet, yellow, pink. blue... The ocean glittered and the wind was blowing around him and into his hair.
A strong feeling was growing into his chest that he hadn't felt for a long time...Lust for life and the feeling just to be free. All this time, he hadn't need anything but this moment.
Ville took Bam in his arms. "Are you doing better now?"- "Yeah, I...wow. Yes. Thank you, Sweetheart." Bam could only whisper. "I have to apologize." Ville smiled. "It's allright. As long as you never say again: I'm sick of my life..."