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righty ho. more yummy vammy goodness from me this time. (obviously)
Disclaimer: Do you REALLY think this would be happening? REALLY REALLY? If so, please seek medical help. I don't know em, don't own em, and it didn't happen. Sorry.
hehe. anyways. This is a long one. Hope you enjoy.
Bam woke up just 2 hours later, Ville’s whimpering and fidgeting breaking his light slumber. He always found it hard to sleep on airplanes, and a distressed Ville practically lying on top of him didn’t make things any better. He watched Ville’s face as it changed with his dreams. The crazy urge to save him from any type of pain at all was back, and Bam wanted to wake him to stop the nightmare. But he also wanted to watch his beautiful face as he slept. His protective instinct won out when Ville started swatting things away with his hands. He shook him gently awake.
“Ville… shhh… come on, it’s just a dream…” Ville writhed around, his eyes snapping open.
“Wha… where… oh. Bam.” He smiled a little.
“You were having a nightmare,” Bam said, concerned.
“Huh? Oh. I know… it’s okay. I get that a lot.” Ville shrugged. “How much longer we got?”
“About… 8 hours?” Bam guessed, looking at his watch. “But then we have to wait in New York for a little until the flight to Philly.” Ville nodded, pulling himself up in the chair.
They talked quietly for a while, planning strategies and tactics. Bam wanted to know everything about Trent. Ville was prepared to talk about it for a little - he knew he was safe as long as they were in the airplane.
“He’s a real vampire Bam. Honest to God, blood sucking vampire.”
“I know that Ville, but what does that mean exactly?”
“Did you never read those books I told you to?!” Bam shook his head. “The blood keeps him alive. He has to have it every night. Sunlight will kill him, but he automatically digs into the ground before it can hit him; if there is ground to be had. He can light things on fire with his eyes; he can fly; he can read people’s minds - sometimes. He couldn’t read mine, that’s a reason he loved me, I guess.” Ville shuddered, and nuzzled into Bam’s side. Bam had heard enough to feel the fear creeping up on him again. “He’s not alive, but he’s not dead. And he can’t ever die, not really. It’s horrible, Bam, really really horrible.” Bam hushed him.
“Okay, it’s okay. We’re getting away from him now.” Ville nodded, sighed, and cuddled closer to him. Bam looked at him, his stomach surging as he ran his hand through Ville’s hair. “Go back to sleep, Ville.”
They landed in New York 8 hours later, just a little bit worse for the wear. But it was worth it: Trent could not possibly be anywhere near them, and they could relax. Ape came to meet them once they got to Philly. Bam jumped on her as soon as he saw her, giving her an unexpected hug. Ville laughed and they all drove home in high spirits. There was a huge welcome when they got there: the crew thought they were just there for a visit, and everyone pulled out all the stops to make Ville feel at home. He completely forgot about Trent, and didn’t even feel scared when the shadows started to lengthen and dusk fell around them.
Ape cooked a big dinner and boys - hungry after all the destroying they’d crammed in to the two hours since Bam had been back (“to make up for lost time”) - all filed around the table. Bam made sure he was next to Ville, who was looking like he could fall asleep where he sat.
“So, Ville, how’s your band and everything?” Phil asked from the head of the table. Ville swallowed his cornbread so that he could talk.
“It’s great. I mean, we’re working on a new album now… I just kind of ran dead on inspiration for a while, you know, so, we’re taking it easy. There’s no rush or anything.”
“Oh, and how’s… oh, Bam told me his name before he left… you know, your boyfriend. Trevor? Trent? Trent. How’s he?” Ape asked, smiling kindly. Ville swallowed again, nervously. Bam reached over under the table to grab his hand.
Shit. Mom! Go and screw everything up, why doncha?!
“Um… he’s… fine…” He looked down at his plate, and silence fell, during which the rest of the CKY boys stared between him and Bam, and then dealt with the awkwardness in the only way they knew how: resumed eating at full speed.
“Ahem, right, well… Phil, how was your day?” Ville managed about two more mouthfuls before he had to excuse himself. Bam watched him leave worriedly.
“Bam… did I say something wrong?” Bam craned his neck to see where Ville had gone, then turned to her.
“No… look… I better go check on him. Thanks for the food Ape.” He got up and followed his friend. Ape yelled at his retreating back, “But you two hardly ate anything!”
“Ville… you okay?” Bam walked into the bathroom where Ville was bent over the toilet, coughing. He turned to look at Bam, trembling, his eyes as wide as saucers. Bam sighed and wiped the vomit from his face with a washcloth, and handed him a glass of water.
Poor baby…
“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” Ville’s knees were trembling too much to walk, so Bam picked him up and carried him out of the bathroom.
“You’re not going to leave me alone tonight, are you?”
“Not if you don’t want me to,” Bam told him.
“I don’t want you to.”
“So I won’t.” Ville smiled, tracing Bam’s cheek with his hand. Bam carried him to the living room, where everyone else was sitting, to say goodnight. They all chorused a “goodnight”, and a “hope you feel better” and then Bam carried Ville up the stairs to their bedroom.
“Oof. You’re not light, are you?” Bam said, plonking Ville down on the bed. Ville punched Bam’s arm. “Should I get you your pyjamas?”
“I guess, please.” Bam rummaged around in Ville’s suitcase, without avail.
“Ville, I think I forgot to pack em. You want some of my boxers or something?”
“Sokay. Yeah sure.” Bam tossed him a pair and Ville pulled them on quickly, while Bam put on his own pyjama pants, and then crawled into bed.
“I’m sorry about that, Bam.” Ville was still shaking a little.
“Don’t apologize. Come here.” He rolled a little closer to him, and Bam put his arms around him. “Tomorrow, we’re going to a little house that I have. No-one knows about it but me. Its in Tennessee, in the Appalachians, where no-one will be able to find us. It doesn’t even have a telephone connection.” He ran his hands through Ville’s hair gently to soothe him.
“Sounds nice,” Ville murmured.
“It is. We’ll be safe there, I promise.”
“No, Bam, we aren’t safe anywhere.” Ville pulled himself up to look at his friend. “He’ll find us one day. We can stall for time, but he will find us.” He started shaking again, until Bam pulled him down into a tight hug.
“Stop worrying. He probably hasn’t realized you’re gone yet. It’ll be okay. You’re safe right now.” He placed a kiss on Ville’s forehead without thinking. Ville smiled and kissed Bam’s cheek in return. Bam was consciously fighting his body’s reaction to Ville, and his kiss didn’t help him make sense of the situation.
“Did I thank you for this?” Ville asked quietly.
“I think you did,” Bam answered.
“Oh. Well thank you again.”
No problem. Any time. I can handle this kind of payment anytime.
Bam sighed.
“Go on to sleep, Ville. You need to get some rest.”
“Good night.”
“Gnight. And don’t you worry about anything. I’m right here.” Ville fell asleep immediately, his head buried into Bam’s chest. Bam laid awake, watching Ville sleep, realization slowly sinking in, and the feeling in Bam’s stomach stubbornly refused to be ignored any longer.
“Bam, it’s gorgeous!” Ville stepped out of the car, looking around himself in raptures. Bam had woken them up at 4 to leave so that they could get to the cabin before dark. Even then they had only just made it. Bam lugged their suitcases out of the trunk and into the cabin. April had packed 2 coolers full of food for them, and had been up at 4 to see them off. Guilt, Bam thought, had driven her to it. Along with the fact that she definitely liked Ville better than she liked him.
“It’s better in the daylight. Come on, let’s get inside.” The cabin was stocked with things to keep them entertained - Bam used it when he wanted to get away from everyone. It was falling apart in places, but Bam had built himself a half-pipe in one of the rooms and with that, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a kitchen/dining/living room, he could live by himself for weeks at a time. Ville went to work putting things in the kitchen cabinets while Bam put all their stuff in the bedroom.
“This place sure is tiny, Bammie,” Ville called from the kitchen.
“Yeah, well, it’s got a roof and four walls. It’ll do us. You know, unless we die of boredom.” He frowned at the bare house. “I wish I’d thought to get cable up here.”
“Ah… when Bam’s around things are never boring,” Ville said, tapping his nose and pretending to be wise. Bam rolled his eyes, put a CD in the HiFi, grabbed his board and went to skate in the half-pipe room while Ville made them dinner. He hummed softly to himself while he was making their sandwiches, doing his best to ignore the dark outside. He called Bam, and they ate while watching Pirates of the Caribbean - they got to Jack Sparrow’s first get-away scene when Ville’s eyes finally fluttered shut and his head lolled onto Bam’s shoulders. Bam, also exhausted, picked him up and carried him to bed.
Once again, Bam was kept awake while Ville slept fitfully, curled into his chest. He just watched as Ville thrashed and turned, unable to do anything.
He was at Bam’s house. April was asking him about Trent again; Raab was laughing hysterically while the room turned on its side. Ville was up, running - up the walls and down them… the room was spinning as he ran, like a hamsters wheel. Bam was watching from a ball of light in the middle of the room, watching and unable to do anything, and Ville knew that if he stopped running something horrible would happen to that ball of light. He caught a glimpse of something - someone - in the mirror… unnaturally tall, ghostly white… The room stopped. He was in the woods behind the house, lying on the floor, and the world was spinning around him. He rolled over, then rolled again - something was on him… he kept rolling… he was rolling down a hill - Bam was still watching, but he was tied to a tree… That thing was standing at the top of the hill, laughing, staring… calling. Ville got up to his feet, stumbled, and ran. Bam’s bindings burst and Bam was running with him too, but he was slow, and the thing was right behind him, that black shadow… He just had to keep running, or something terrible would happen. The ground evaporated from beneath him. Now he was in the cabin. Bam was skating the half pipe. Up, down, up, down… Ville sat, a miniature Ville, sat up in the corner of the ceiling, watching. Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down… Faster and faster Bam was skating, he couldn’t stop, he just kept going, faster and faster - the lights were weird, Ville couldn’t see properly… just the ball of light that was Bam - and that face. Trent. Sitting on the windowsill. Laughing. Trent, standing in the half-pipe now as Bam skated around him. Trent, catching Bam by the neck; Trent’s teeth gleaming in the light… He couldn’t move, all he could do was scream as Trent lowered his head to Bam’s neck…
“NOO!!! NO NO NO, GET OFF HIM!” Ville was screaming, his arms and legs thrashing. Bam snapped out of his light slumber and shook him.
“Ville. Ville wake up. It’s just a dream. Come on, Ville, wake up.” Ville’s eyes suddenly snapped open, tears streaming down his face. “Shhh. It was just a dream. Come on, it’s okay…” He was shaking from head to toe, and when he finally figured out where he was, he started babbling.
“He was… I was running… and … he was there… and I had to keep running… but then you were skating, and you couldn’t stop, and you just got faster and faster and I was trapped on the ceiling and he was there on the windowsill and I couldn’t do anything and … he was gonna kill you…”
“Shh. Ville. It’s okay. I’m okay. Nothing happened.” Bam rocked him in his lap, kissing his damp forehead. “Just calm down. I’m right here. Everything’s going to be just fine.” Ville curled his knees to his chest, leaning into Bam, who wrapped his arms around him. “We’re going to get through this just fine, Ville, I promise. Just fine.” Ville shook his head.
“We’re never going to escape, Bam, never.” Bam shushed him and rocked him, like you would a child, until Ville fell asleep in his arms.
Bam was still staring red-eyed at the wall when Ville started waking up the next morning. He had a crick in his neck and his back hurt like hell, but he figured it was worth it to watch Ville slowly wake up in his arms.
“Hello,” Ville mumbled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
“Hey.”
“Did you sleep at all?” Ville asked, stretching and yawning. Bam shook his head. “Why not?”
“I dunno. It’s kinda hard to sleep with a dead weight on top of you.” Ville rolled his eyes and decided to change the subject.
“Bammie, I could eat a horse. Or something like that. What kind of cereal we got?” He got up, still a little groggy, and stumbled to the kitchen. Bam watched him go, his stomach sinking with a strange feeling he hadn’t felt since the 10th grade.
They went for a walk after Bam got up - Ville desperately needed milk for his cereal, and the only place to get that was from the neighbors. So Bam waited impatiently while Ville got himself ready for the world, yelling at intervals that the people up here didn’t care if he looked like shit, and to quit with the girly stuff and hurry up or all the milk would be gone. Ville emerged from the bathroom with his eyebrows cocked, and leant on the doorframe a little. Bam’s breath caught in his chest.
Goddamn, he’s gorgeous…
“Bam. Everything can wait for beauty.” Ville’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, but Bam was too busy focusing on staying up-right to retaliate.
“Right… Uh… L-Let’s go then.” They walked for almost a mile, Ville squinting in the light that filtered through the trees the whole way, until they got to their neighbors. Children were playing in what obviously served as the front yard, while their mother worked what seemed to be a churn, which, Bam whispered to Ville, was used for making cheese. The children stopped playing and stared when they approached; the youngest ran to her mother.
“Mommy, look, it’s a vampire!” Ville heard and stopped dead, turning around in a panic, until he realized they were talking about him. Bam chuckled a bit.
“Serves you right, eyeliner boy,’ he whispered.
“Hush yo mouth child,” said the mother. “I’m sorry, sirs, do come up. Lord, I ain’t seen you in an age, Brandon.” Ville struggled to understand the thick accent while he walked slowly up to her. Bam, never shy, bounded up the steps to hug her.
“And more’s the loss to me, Ma’am.” The woman eyed Ville up and down.
“Who’s your… friend.”
“Ah. This is Ville. Ville get your butt up here. Sorry, he’s a little shy… Ville, Mrs. Harper. Mrs. Harper, Ville Valo.”
“Ville, eh? I ain’t never heard o’ that name before.” Ville smiled a little.
“You wouldn’t have, and Bam’s saying it wrong too, but I let him get away with it.”
“He’s from Finland, you see, Mrs. Harper.” Mrs. Harper raised her eyebrows, pretending to understand, nodded, and then turned back to Bam.
“What is it you wanted, Brandon?”
“Uh, well, we’re up here for … a couple of weeks, probably. So, I was wondering…”
“If you could have some milk and eggs? Sure thing.” They struck a deal quickly, and Mrs. Harper looked like she was anxious to get in some small talk. Her plan was foiled by Ville, who was anxious to leave, and almost pulled Bam away as soon as they got their milk.
“Ville! What’s wrong with you?” Bam asked, once they were out of range. Ville stopped in his tracks.
“Bam… do I look like a vampire?” Bam turned to look him up and down.
“Ville, you’ve always looked like a vampire. But if you’re asking if you look like a real one, I imagine not. Now stop worrying. They’re just not used to men in makeup.”
“Oh.” Bam reached over and squeezed his hand. Ville didn’t really want to let go, and they walked hand in hand until they reached the cabin.
“CEREAL!” Ville grinned and jumped up and down while Bam made him some cereal.
“You are such a child, Vil’” Bam watched as Ville excitedly started shoveling spoonfuls of Cap’n Crunch into his mouth
“Mmmf. Yeah. You know you love me.” Bam looked at him, completely transfixed. “Wha?!” He looked down quickly.
“Nothing. I’ll get myself some of that too, I guess.”
“Are you sure I don’t look like a vampire?” Ville asked, later on when they wre watching a movie.
“Ville, will you shut up? I’m trying to actually watch the movie.” Bam threw a cushion at him. “You don’t look like a vampire. End of story. You look gorgeous. Now shut your mouth.” Ville sighed, and tried to watch the movie, but he always got bored of Arnold Schwarzenegger after the first 10 minutes. He poked Bam in the side.
“WHAT?!”
“Jesus. Take a chill pill. It’s just Arnold.” Bam sighed and put the movie on pause, turning to look at Ville.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing…” Bam poked him.
“Asshole.” Ville shrugged and snuggled up to him. Bam rolled his eyes, but put his arm around his friend.
“You okay now?” He asked. Ville shrugged.
“I guess. That dream freaked me out.”
“Yeah, well, it freaked me out too. I thought you had gone spastic.”
“But… he was going to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen. Not to my Bam.” He sighed, and caught Bam’s eyes. “I hate myself for bringing you into this, Bam,” he said earnestly. “I’ll never forgive myself if you get hurt.”
“And the same goes for me. So stop worrying. If I didn’t want to be here I sure as hell wouldn’t be.” He tussled Ville’s hair. “And I get to spend a couple weeks alone with you. That hasn’t happened for ages. I missed you.” Ville stretched up to kiss Bam’s cheek. Bam involuntarily caught his face in his hands; their eyes locked. Bam wasn’t thinking anymore, he was now officially lost in those green eyes. Ville’s heart was beating so fast he was sure Bam could hear it; Bam’s stomach was doing flips; his eyes fluttered closed as Ville ran his hands through his hair. He was gone, dead and gone, the second their lips touched. He was completely lost. Thoughts flying through Ville’s brain didn’t really make sense; all he knew was that although his instinct was to run away, and his reason told him this would lead to more trouble than it was worth, something was tugging at his stomach and his heart telling him that this kiss was definitely not wrong.
Disclaimer: Do you REALLY think this would be happening? REALLY REALLY? If so, please seek medical help. I don't know em, don't own em, and it didn't happen. Sorry.
hehe. anyways. This is a long one. Hope you enjoy.
Bam woke up just 2 hours later, Ville’s whimpering and fidgeting breaking his light slumber. He always found it hard to sleep on airplanes, and a distressed Ville practically lying on top of him didn’t make things any better. He watched Ville’s face as it changed with his dreams. The crazy urge to save him from any type of pain at all was back, and Bam wanted to wake him to stop the nightmare. But he also wanted to watch his beautiful face as he slept. His protective instinct won out when Ville started swatting things away with his hands. He shook him gently awake.
“Ville… shhh… come on, it’s just a dream…” Ville writhed around, his eyes snapping open.
“Wha… where… oh. Bam.” He smiled a little.
“You were having a nightmare,” Bam said, concerned.
“Huh? Oh. I know… it’s okay. I get that a lot.” Ville shrugged. “How much longer we got?”
“About… 8 hours?” Bam guessed, looking at his watch. “But then we have to wait in New York for a little until the flight to Philly.” Ville nodded, pulling himself up in the chair.
They talked quietly for a while, planning strategies and tactics. Bam wanted to know everything about Trent. Ville was prepared to talk about it for a little - he knew he was safe as long as they were in the airplane.
“He’s a real vampire Bam. Honest to God, blood sucking vampire.”
“I know that Ville, but what does that mean exactly?”
“Did you never read those books I told you to?!” Bam shook his head. “The blood keeps him alive. He has to have it every night. Sunlight will kill him, but he automatically digs into the ground before it can hit him; if there is ground to be had. He can light things on fire with his eyes; he can fly; he can read people’s minds - sometimes. He couldn’t read mine, that’s a reason he loved me, I guess.” Ville shuddered, and nuzzled into Bam’s side. Bam had heard enough to feel the fear creeping up on him again. “He’s not alive, but he’s not dead. And he can’t ever die, not really. It’s horrible, Bam, really really horrible.” Bam hushed him.
“Okay, it’s okay. We’re getting away from him now.” Ville nodded, sighed, and cuddled closer to him. Bam looked at him, his stomach surging as he ran his hand through Ville’s hair. “Go back to sleep, Ville.”
They landed in New York 8 hours later, just a little bit worse for the wear. But it was worth it: Trent could not possibly be anywhere near them, and they could relax. Ape came to meet them once they got to Philly. Bam jumped on her as soon as he saw her, giving her an unexpected hug. Ville laughed and they all drove home in high spirits. There was a huge welcome when they got there: the crew thought they were just there for a visit, and everyone pulled out all the stops to make Ville feel at home. He completely forgot about Trent, and didn’t even feel scared when the shadows started to lengthen and dusk fell around them.
Ape cooked a big dinner and boys - hungry after all the destroying they’d crammed in to the two hours since Bam had been back (“to make up for lost time”) - all filed around the table. Bam made sure he was next to Ville, who was looking like he could fall asleep where he sat.
“So, Ville, how’s your band and everything?” Phil asked from the head of the table. Ville swallowed his cornbread so that he could talk.
“It’s great. I mean, we’re working on a new album now… I just kind of ran dead on inspiration for a while, you know, so, we’re taking it easy. There’s no rush or anything.”
“Oh, and how’s… oh, Bam told me his name before he left… you know, your boyfriend. Trevor? Trent? Trent. How’s he?” Ape asked, smiling kindly. Ville swallowed again, nervously. Bam reached over under the table to grab his hand.
Shit. Mom! Go and screw everything up, why doncha?!
“Um… he’s… fine…” He looked down at his plate, and silence fell, during which the rest of the CKY boys stared between him and Bam, and then dealt with the awkwardness in the only way they knew how: resumed eating at full speed.
“Ahem, right, well… Phil, how was your day?” Ville managed about two more mouthfuls before he had to excuse himself. Bam watched him leave worriedly.
“Bam… did I say something wrong?” Bam craned his neck to see where Ville had gone, then turned to her.
“No… look… I better go check on him. Thanks for the food Ape.” He got up and followed his friend. Ape yelled at his retreating back, “But you two hardly ate anything!”
“Ville… you okay?” Bam walked into the bathroom where Ville was bent over the toilet, coughing. He turned to look at Bam, trembling, his eyes as wide as saucers. Bam sighed and wiped the vomit from his face with a washcloth, and handed him a glass of water.
Poor baby…
“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” Ville’s knees were trembling too much to walk, so Bam picked him up and carried him out of the bathroom.
“You’re not going to leave me alone tonight, are you?”
“Not if you don’t want me to,” Bam told him.
“I don’t want you to.”
“So I won’t.” Ville smiled, tracing Bam’s cheek with his hand. Bam carried him to the living room, where everyone else was sitting, to say goodnight. They all chorused a “goodnight”, and a “hope you feel better” and then Bam carried Ville up the stairs to their bedroom.
“Oof. You’re not light, are you?” Bam said, plonking Ville down on the bed. Ville punched Bam’s arm. “Should I get you your pyjamas?”
“I guess, please.” Bam rummaged around in Ville’s suitcase, without avail.
“Ville, I think I forgot to pack em. You want some of my boxers or something?”
“Sokay. Yeah sure.” Bam tossed him a pair and Ville pulled them on quickly, while Bam put on his own pyjama pants, and then crawled into bed.
“I’m sorry about that, Bam.” Ville was still shaking a little.
“Don’t apologize. Come here.” He rolled a little closer to him, and Bam put his arms around him. “Tomorrow, we’re going to a little house that I have. No-one knows about it but me. Its in Tennessee, in the Appalachians, where no-one will be able to find us. It doesn’t even have a telephone connection.” He ran his hands through Ville’s hair gently to soothe him.
“Sounds nice,” Ville murmured.
“It is. We’ll be safe there, I promise.”
“No, Bam, we aren’t safe anywhere.” Ville pulled himself up to look at his friend. “He’ll find us one day. We can stall for time, but he will find us.” He started shaking again, until Bam pulled him down into a tight hug.
“Stop worrying. He probably hasn’t realized you’re gone yet. It’ll be okay. You’re safe right now.” He placed a kiss on Ville’s forehead without thinking. Ville smiled and kissed Bam’s cheek in return. Bam was consciously fighting his body’s reaction to Ville, and his kiss didn’t help him make sense of the situation.
“Did I thank you for this?” Ville asked quietly.
“I think you did,” Bam answered.
“Oh. Well thank you again.”
No problem. Any time. I can handle this kind of payment anytime.
Bam sighed.
“Go on to sleep, Ville. You need to get some rest.”
“Good night.”
“Gnight. And don’t you worry about anything. I’m right here.” Ville fell asleep immediately, his head buried into Bam’s chest. Bam laid awake, watching Ville sleep, realization slowly sinking in, and the feeling in Bam’s stomach stubbornly refused to be ignored any longer.
“Bam, it’s gorgeous!” Ville stepped out of the car, looking around himself in raptures. Bam had woken them up at 4 to leave so that they could get to the cabin before dark. Even then they had only just made it. Bam lugged their suitcases out of the trunk and into the cabin. April had packed 2 coolers full of food for them, and had been up at 4 to see them off. Guilt, Bam thought, had driven her to it. Along with the fact that she definitely liked Ville better than she liked him.
“It’s better in the daylight. Come on, let’s get inside.” The cabin was stocked with things to keep them entertained - Bam used it when he wanted to get away from everyone. It was falling apart in places, but Bam had built himself a half-pipe in one of the rooms and with that, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a kitchen/dining/living room, he could live by himself for weeks at a time. Ville went to work putting things in the kitchen cabinets while Bam put all their stuff in the bedroom.
“This place sure is tiny, Bammie,” Ville called from the kitchen.
“Yeah, well, it’s got a roof and four walls. It’ll do us. You know, unless we die of boredom.” He frowned at the bare house. “I wish I’d thought to get cable up here.”
“Ah… when Bam’s around things are never boring,” Ville said, tapping his nose and pretending to be wise. Bam rolled his eyes, put a CD in the HiFi, grabbed his board and went to skate in the half-pipe room while Ville made them dinner. He hummed softly to himself while he was making their sandwiches, doing his best to ignore the dark outside. He called Bam, and they ate while watching Pirates of the Caribbean - they got to Jack Sparrow’s first get-away scene when Ville’s eyes finally fluttered shut and his head lolled onto Bam’s shoulders. Bam, also exhausted, picked him up and carried him to bed.
Once again, Bam was kept awake while Ville slept fitfully, curled into his chest. He just watched as Ville thrashed and turned, unable to do anything.
He was at Bam’s house. April was asking him about Trent again; Raab was laughing hysterically while the room turned on its side. Ville was up, running - up the walls and down them… the room was spinning as he ran, like a hamsters wheel. Bam was watching from a ball of light in the middle of the room, watching and unable to do anything, and Ville knew that if he stopped running something horrible would happen to that ball of light. He caught a glimpse of something - someone - in the mirror… unnaturally tall, ghostly white… The room stopped. He was in the woods behind the house, lying on the floor, and the world was spinning around him. He rolled over, then rolled again - something was on him… he kept rolling… he was rolling down a hill - Bam was still watching, but he was tied to a tree… That thing was standing at the top of the hill, laughing, staring… calling. Ville got up to his feet, stumbled, and ran. Bam’s bindings burst and Bam was running with him too, but he was slow, and the thing was right behind him, that black shadow… He just had to keep running, or something terrible would happen. The ground evaporated from beneath him. Now he was in the cabin. Bam was skating the half pipe. Up, down, up, down… Ville sat, a miniature Ville, sat up in the corner of the ceiling, watching. Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down… Faster and faster Bam was skating, he couldn’t stop, he just kept going, faster and faster - the lights were weird, Ville couldn’t see properly… just the ball of light that was Bam - and that face. Trent. Sitting on the windowsill. Laughing. Trent, standing in the half-pipe now as Bam skated around him. Trent, catching Bam by the neck; Trent’s teeth gleaming in the light… He couldn’t move, all he could do was scream as Trent lowered his head to Bam’s neck…
“NOO!!! NO NO NO, GET OFF HIM!” Ville was screaming, his arms and legs thrashing. Bam snapped out of his light slumber and shook him.
“Ville. Ville wake up. It’s just a dream. Come on, Ville, wake up.” Ville’s eyes suddenly snapped open, tears streaming down his face. “Shhh. It was just a dream. Come on, it’s okay…” He was shaking from head to toe, and when he finally figured out where he was, he started babbling.
“He was… I was running… and … he was there… and I had to keep running… but then you were skating, and you couldn’t stop, and you just got faster and faster and I was trapped on the ceiling and he was there on the windowsill and I couldn’t do anything and … he was gonna kill you…”
“Shh. Ville. It’s okay. I’m okay. Nothing happened.” Bam rocked him in his lap, kissing his damp forehead. “Just calm down. I’m right here. Everything’s going to be just fine.” Ville curled his knees to his chest, leaning into Bam, who wrapped his arms around him. “We’re going to get through this just fine, Ville, I promise. Just fine.” Ville shook his head.
“We’re never going to escape, Bam, never.” Bam shushed him and rocked him, like you would a child, until Ville fell asleep in his arms.
Bam was still staring red-eyed at the wall when Ville started waking up the next morning. He had a crick in his neck and his back hurt like hell, but he figured it was worth it to watch Ville slowly wake up in his arms.
“Hello,” Ville mumbled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
“Hey.”
“Did you sleep at all?” Ville asked, stretching and yawning. Bam shook his head. “Why not?”
“I dunno. It’s kinda hard to sleep with a dead weight on top of you.” Ville rolled his eyes and decided to change the subject.
“Bammie, I could eat a horse. Or something like that. What kind of cereal we got?” He got up, still a little groggy, and stumbled to the kitchen. Bam watched him go, his stomach sinking with a strange feeling he hadn’t felt since the 10th grade.
They went for a walk after Bam got up - Ville desperately needed milk for his cereal, and the only place to get that was from the neighbors. So Bam waited impatiently while Ville got himself ready for the world, yelling at intervals that the people up here didn’t care if he looked like shit, and to quit with the girly stuff and hurry up or all the milk would be gone. Ville emerged from the bathroom with his eyebrows cocked, and leant on the doorframe a little. Bam’s breath caught in his chest.
Goddamn, he’s gorgeous…
“Bam. Everything can wait for beauty.” Ville’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, but Bam was too busy focusing on staying up-right to retaliate.
“Right… Uh… L-Let’s go then.” They walked for almost a mile, Ville squinting in the light that filtered through the trees the whole way, until they got to their neighbors. Children were playing in what obviously served as the front yard, while their mother worked what seemed to be a churn, which, Bam whispered to Ville, was used for making cheese. The children stopped playing and stared when they approached; the youngest ran to her mother.
“Mommy, look, it’s a vampire!” Ville heard and stopped dead, turning around in a panic, until he realized they were talking about him. Bam chuckled a bit.
“Serves you right, eyeliner boy,’ he whispered.
“Hush yo mouth child,” said the mother. “I’m sorry, sirs, do come up. Lord, I ain’t seen you in an age, Brandon.” Ville struggled to understand the thick accent while he walked slowly up to her. Bam, never shy, bounded up the steps to hug her.
“And more’s the loss to me, Ma’am.” The woman eyed Ville up and down.
“Who’s your… friend.”
“Ah. This is Ville. Ville get your butt up here. Sorry, he’s a little shy… Ville, Mrs. Harper. Mrs. Harper, Ville Valo.”
“Ville, eh? I ain’t never heard o’ that name before.” Ville smiled a little.
“You wouldn’t have, and Bam’s saying it wrong too, but I let him get away with it.”
“He’s from Finland, you see, Mrs. Harper.” Mrs. Harper raised her eyebrows, pretending to understand, nodded, and then turned back to Bam.
“What is it you wanted, Brandon?”
“Uh, well, we’re up here for … a couple of weeks, probably. So, I was wondering…”
“If you could have some milk and eggs? Sure thing.” They struck a deal quickly, and Mrs. Harper looked like she was anxious to get in some small talk. Her plan was foiled by Ville, who was anxious to leave, and almost pulled Bam away as soon as they got their milk.
“Ville! What’s wrong with you?” Bam asked, once they were out of range. Ville stopped in his tracks.
“Bam… do I look like a vampire?” Bam turned to look him up and down.
“Ville, you’ve always looked like a vampire. But if you’re asking if you look like a real one, I imagine not. Now stop worrying. They’re just not used to men in makeup.”
“Oh.” Bam reached over and squeezed his hand. Ville didn’t really want to let go, and they walked hand in hand until they reached the cabin.
“CEREAL!” Ville grinned and jumped up and down while Bam made him some cereal.
“You are such a child, Vil’” Bam watched as Ville excitedly started shoveling spoonfuls of Cap’n Crunch into his mouth
“Mmmf. Yeah. You know you love me.” Bam looked at him, completely transfixed. “Wha?!” He looked down quickly.
“Nothing. I’ll get myself some of that too, I guess.”
“Are you sure I don’t look like a vampire?” Ville asked, later on when they wre watching a movie.
“Ville, will you shut up? I’m trying to actually watch the movie.” Bam threw a cushion at him. “You don’t look like a vampire. End of story. You look gorgeous. Now shut your mouth.” Ville sighed, and tried to watch the movie, but he always got bored of Arnold Schwarzenegger after the first 10 minutes. He poked Bam in the side.
“WHAT?!”
“Jesus. Take a chill pill. It’s just Arnold.” Bam sighed and put the movie on pause, turning to look at Ville.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing…” Bam poked him.
“Asshole.” Ville shrugged and snuggled up to him. Bam rolled his eyes, but put his arm around his friend.
“You okay now?” He asked. Ville shrugged.
“I guess. That dream freaked me out.”
“Yeah, well, it freaked me out too. I thought you had gone spastic.”
“But… he was going to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen. Not to my Bam.” He sighed, and caught Bam’s eyes. “I hate myself for bringing you into this, Bam,” he said earnestly. “I’ll never forgive myself if you get hurt.”
“And the same goes for me. So stop worrying. If I didn’t want to be here I sure as hell wouldn’t be.” He tussled Ville’s hair. “And I get to spend a couple weeks alone with you. That hasn’t happened for ages. I missed you.” Ville stretched up to kiss Bam’s cheek. Bam involuntarily caught his face in his hands; their eyes locked. Bam wasn’t thinking anymore, he was now officially lost in those green eyes. Ville’s heart was beating so fast he was sure Bam could hear it; Bam’s stomach was doing flips; his eyes fluttered closed as Ville ran his hands through his hair. He was gone, dead and gone, the second their lips touched. He was completely lost. Thoughts flying through Ville’s brain didn’t really make sense; all he knew was that although his instinct was to run away, and his reason told him this would lead to more trouble than it was worth, something was tugging at his stomach and his heart telling him that this kiss was definitely not wrong.