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Title: Chemical Elegance
Pairing: Ville and a little OMC, maybe, and VAM eventually
Disclaimer: No ownership. No dominatrix. Yesh. Never happened.
Summary: VAM, Gia Marie Carangi-style. Not a deathfic!!
Warnings: Drug usage, language (some), not too graphic nudity and of course, boys. (haha boys is a warning.)
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3
I've been asked this about 50 times now, and I'll just go ahead and answer it for everyone: Ville is a crossdresser. It means that he's a guy who wears women's clothing. 'Kay. =)
*Bam’s POV*
I get out of the taxi, hand the driver some money, and start down my driveway. I’m back from seeing Ville’s hot ass walking down that runway. I have the skirt in hand, and my bag in the other. I laugh softly. So I actually left home without Ape and Phil. Awesome. I have to do this more often.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” April shouts, coming outside. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WORRIED I’VE BEEN!”
“Yeah I do,” I respond, “But I’m back so you can stop now.”
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” April demands, grabbing me by the shoulder, and guiding me in the house.
“New York, I told you,” I respond. April shakes her head. She doesn’t buy it.
“Brandon C. Margera, you better not be on drugs. I swear, if you are, you are in BIG trouble.”
“I’m NOT on drugs, Ape. I was in New York for a show. I’m back, and I am OKAY.”
*Ville’s POV*
Three days later, I’m released from the hospital. I have no idea where I’m going, but the nurses said I have someone coming around to get me soon. Right now though, they said I can go to the cafeteria and eat, if I want. I think, just to make them happy, I’ll go see what’s in the cafeteria, but I won’t eat. I feel too lightheaded to eat. Damn. I need my pills.
“Can you walk alright? Do you need a chair?”
“No,” I say. I’m startled at the sound of my own voice. It sounds weak and tired. I need my pills. “I need a pill.”
“You need what?”
“Nothing.”
I’m sitting in a dimly-lit hospital cafeteria, attempting to eat some lousy potatoes. It’s sprinkling rain outside. I wonder who’s coming to get me. It can’t be Mike, he’s too repulsed to come after me. I sigh. I set the plastic fork down, and rest my arms on the table. I lie my head on my arms, and shut my eyes.
After a few moments, I feel someone touching my shoulder, then it moves into this massage kind of thing. I react, sitting up, and moving away from the hand. It’s…I don’t believe it…Mike. I smile weakly at him, feeling disappointed for not pleasing him, and he rolls his eyes.
“Come on,” he says. I sigh. Can’t he at least be nice to me? I pick up my purse, which they gave me a while ago.
“Thanks for coming after me,” I whisper. Mike roughly grabs my arm, and jerks me up.
“What are you trying to pull, Ville? Embarrassing me and losing your ‘assistant’ in the same week?!”
“Stop it, Mike, not here,” I say. He can yell at me in the car. I sigh again.
“Will you fucking stop that sighing?”
“I’m tired,” I respond.
Once we get to a hotel, Mike checks us in, and grips my hand tightly as we walk to the room. I want to pull away from him, but I’m afraid that if I do, he’ll never help me again. Mike is all I have since Paige left.
Mike unlocks the door and shoves me inside. I fall down, whimpering. After a moment, I decide I need help getting up. “Help,” I say.
“Fuck you, Ville. I’m not helping you. Fucking move, I can’t come in.” What’s with him today?
“I can’t, Mike,” I whisper, “Just help me stand up.”
“You want to stand up? Fine, you’ll stand up,” Mike snaps. My eyes go wide, and I mumble ‘no’ several times. I know what he’s going to do.
Mike picks me up, and literally throws me across the room. I slam into the wall, and slide down it, landing in a pathetic heap of pain and sickness. Mike walks over to me, and kicks me several times, apparently trying to knock me out. I’m starting to see stars. Everything goes black as soon as he slams my head into the wall.
The next morning, I wake up in the kitchen of the hotel room. I’m naked except for a sweater which is about 50 times too big for me. I sit up slowly, trying to focus my eyes on the surroundings. It finally comes into view, after jerking back and forth for several minutes. There’s a hole in one wall, and I see my suitcase open on the floor several feet away. My purse is open too, and laying on the bed.
It starts coming back to me. I was picked up and brought here from the hospital…now I see bruises spotting my legs and my inner thighs. I sniffle and pull my sweater sleeve up, and what I see scares me shitless. I’m black and blue all over, and my arm is swollen. What the hell? Mike. Mike beat me again.
Gripping the counter, I slowly pull myself up on shaky legs, and am almost sent to the ground with a sharp pain in my backside. Oh my god. Mike…he raped me. He beat me up and raped me. I know they tell you to go to the emergency room when this happens, but I’m too damn tired.
Every time I take a step it hurts, in several places, my back, my ass, my legs. I finally make it to the bed, and pull the covers down. I fall into it, pull the covers around my body, and curl into a ball.
“Fuck you, Ville.” I whisper that to myself as I shut my eyes. “Fucking weak.”
*Bam’s POV*
“So where you been, Bam Bam?” Raab smiles at me, and taps his pencil on his desk. Don’t say you were with the sex god of the millennium, Bam.
“New York.” Just stay cool and calm, and do the math problem on the board.
“You know, Ape called my house, wondering if you were there. Why were you in New York anyway?” Raab has ADD.
“Uh..” Come on Bam, gotta make it believable. “Skate demo. Yeah.”
“Woah, dude!”
“Uh yeah it was great, Raab,” I respond. Good one, self.
“Bam was at a skate demo in New York!” Raab announces to Dunn at lunch. I sigh. Fuck if that isn’t going to be the big news of the week…scratch that…month.
“How did you manage to get Ape to take you to New York?” Dunn asks. I smile.
“She didn’t, I went alone.”
“Goddamn it, NO you can’t have my ROLL! It’s MY ROLL! I PAID FOR THIS ROLL!” We all start laughing. Raab is hilarious when someone asks for his food.
“I heard you were in New York for a skate thing!” Some prep says to me after 5th period. I nod. I keep walking. Locker number C212.
“What happened? Did you meet any celebrities?” Something makes me want to play with her for a while.
“Oh hell yeah,” I say, “I saw Tom Cruise and Jennifer Aniston both, and then I saw…”
“LIKE OH MY GOD! BAM MET TOM CRUISE!”
I start laughing. So now the story is this, I went to New York without my parents, saw Tom Cruise and a skate demo. Gotta love my life sometimes. I wonder why some of these people still haven’t caught on that half of the crap I feed them is just that…crap. I didn’t see ONE celebrity…oh yeah, I did see Mr. Sex God Ville Valo, but I didn’t see Jennifer Aniston or Tom Cruise. I wouldn’t know if I did.
I finally arrive at my locker, and there’s some jock standing there, looking like he wants to kick my ass. I look at him, and then go back to putting in my locker combination. He shoves me, and I laugh a little.
“Hey Bam,” he says, “Thanks for stealing my fucking girlfriend.”
“Stealing your girlfriend? Who in the hell IS your girlfriend?”
“You know, that sexy little number with the tight ass and the huge boobs? Yeah, well she’s in love with YOU now. Thanks again, Bam.”
“Oh! Her. Well you’re a little behind the times, no? She was in love with me at the beginning of the year. I told her I wasn’t interested so she moved on to you, quite desperately, and left me alone. Apparently you’re just not as sexy as, well, me.”
I laugh at my own arrogance. And damn if I don’t know who he’s talking about. It’s this trailer slut, and she’s loved me for months now. She tried to make out with me once, and I had to tell her I wasn’t interested. The poor thing cried, but the next day she showed up with the jock.
“Hey Bammy!” Oh shit, it’s her. I ignore her. I can still feel the jock right next to me.
“Bammy!” Don’t react, just ignore her and she’ll leave you alone.
I freak and drop my science book on the floor when I feel her jump onto my back, and cling on me. Damn it! She giggles, and starts acting like I’m some kind of mechanical bull, bouncing up and down and squealing.
“GET OFF!” I yell.
“ME AND BAM ARE LOVERS! WE’RE GONNA MAKE BABIES, HUH BAM?”
“GET OFF!”
“I LOVE YOU, BAM!”
“IF YOU DON’T GET OFF OF ME, I’LL THROW YOU ACROSS THE FUCKING HALL!”
Finally, she climbs down, and I feel and hear my back crack loudly. Stupid bitch. You can’t just jump on a person when they aren’t expecting it. I roll my eyes, and pick up my science book. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and am greeted by the principal.
“Look Mr. McDaniel, I didn’t start anything. I was just getting some books from my locker, and here she came. She jumped on me, and I was just trying to get her off…of me.”
“Mr. Margera, I understand your situation. This is, after all, you’re third referral this month.”
“But sir, I’m telling the truth. Her boyfriend was talking to me, and here she came. She jumped on me. I wasn’t starting anything. If anyone started anything, it was her boyfriend.”
“Her boyfriend, Brandon?”
“Yeah, he said that she left him for me, which I can understand since she’s been crushing on me for sometime now, and then out of nowhere, she just jumped on me. Seriously. You have to believe me!”
“I do not have to believe a word you say. But, if you can promise that this will never happen again, I will let you go.”
“I promise!”
“Free to go, Margera.”
I stand up, thanking the principal on the way out. Alright. Now all I have to do is find that crazy bitch.
*Ville’s POV*
“Mr. Valo, the doctor will see you now.”
So I drug my drugged ass out of bed, and got a taxi to a doctors office. I got to thinking about all that shit they tell you, and basically spooked myself into going to the doctor. I sigh and stand up, setting “TIME” back on the table.
“Alright, Mr. Valo, you are free to go.”
“I don’t…have anything do I?” I ask, nervously.
“We will phone you tomorrow with your results. Until then, we do not know.”
“Shit. Alright. Call my cell phone, okay? Here’s the number.”
I walk out of the doctors office, and pull my cell phone out of my purse. I need a ride. Too bad I don’t know anyone in this state. Hmm…well there’s Mike, but I’m too scared to call him, and then there’s Paige, but she’s probably in California, with someone else. I go through the phone book. Nothing.
I spot a restaurant across the street, and decide to go in and see if anyone will give me a ride to my hotel.
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Chapter four. I know it sucks, but I’m suffering writers block right now. *sigh*
Pairing: Ville and a little OMC, maybe, and VAM eventually
Disclaimer: No ownership. No dominatrix. Yesh. Never happened.
Summary: VAM, Gia Marie Carangi-style. Not a deathfic!!
Warnings: Drug usage, language (some), not too graphic nudity and of course, boys. (haha boys is a warning.)
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3
I've been asked this about 50 times now, and I'll just go ahead and answer it for everyone: Ville is a crossdresser. It means that he's a guy who wears women's clothing. 'Kay. =)
*Bam’s POV*
I get out of the taxi, hand the driver some money, and start down my driveway. I’m back from seeing Ville’s hot ass walking down that runway. I have the skirt in hand, and my bag in the other. I laugh softly. So I actually left home without Ape and Phil. Awesome. I have to do this more often.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” April shouts, coming outside. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WORRIED I’VE BEEN!”
“Yeah I do,” I respond, “But I’m back so you can stop now.”
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” April demands, grabbing me by the shoulder, and guiding me in the house.
“New York, I told you,” I respond. April shakes her head. She doesn’t buy it.
“Brandon C. Margera, you better not be on drugs. I swear, if you are, you are in BIG trouble.”
“I’m NOT on drugs, Ape. I was in New York for a show. I’m back, and I am OKAY.”
*Ville’s POV*
Three days later, I’m released from the hospital. I have no idea where I’m going, but the nurses said I have someone coming around to get me soon. Right now though, they said I can go to the cafeteria and eat, if I want. I think, just to make them happy, I’ll go see what’s in the cafeteria, but I won’t eat. I feel too lightheaded to eat. Damn. I need my pills.
“Can you walk alright? Do you need a chair?”
“No,” I say. I’m startled at the sound of my own voice. It sounds weak and tired. I need my pills. “I need a pill.”
“You need what?”
“Nothing.”
I’m sitting in a dimly-lit hospital cafeteria, attempting to eat some lousy potatoes. It’s sprinkling rain outside. I wonder who’s coming to get me. It can’t be Mike, he’s too repulsed to come after me. I sigh. I set the plastic fork down, and rest my arms on the table. I lie my head on my arms, and shut my eyes.
After a few moments, I feel someone touching my shoulder, then it moves into this massage kind of thing. I react, sitting up, and moving away from the hand. It’s…I don’t believe it…Mike. I smile weakly at him, feeling disappointed for not pleasing him, and he rolls his eyes.
“Come on,” he says. I sigh. Can’t he at least be nice to me? I pick up my purse, which they gave me a while ago.
“Thanks for coming after me,” I whisper. Mike roughly grabs my arm, and jerks me up.
“What are you trying to pull, Ville? Embarrassing me and losing your ‘assistant’ in the same week?!”
“Stop it, Mike, not here,” I say. He can yell at me in the car. I sigh again.
“Will you fucking stop that sighing?”
“I’m tired,” I respond.
Once we get to a hotel, Mike checks us in, and grips my hand tightly as we walk to the room. I want to pull away from him, but I’m afraid that if I do, he’ll never help me again. Mike is all I have since Paige left.
Mike unlocks the door and shoves me inside. I fall down, whimpering. After a moment, I decide I need help getting up. “Help,” I say.
“Fuck you, Ville. I’m not helping you. Fucking move, I can’t come in.” What’s with him today?
“I can’t, Mike,” I whisper, “Just help me stand up.”
“You want to stand up? Fine, you’ll stand up,” Mike snaps. My eyes go wide, and I mumble ‘no’ several times. I know what he’s going to do.
Mike picks me up, and literally throws me across the room. I slam into the wall, and slide down it, landing in a pathetic heap of pain and sickness. Mike walks over to me, and kicks me several times, apparently trying to knock me out. I’m starting to see stars. Everything goes black as soon as he slams my head into the wall.
The next morning, I wake up in the kitchen of the hotel room. I’m naked except for a sweater which is about 50 times too big for me. I sit up slowly, trying to focus my eyes on the surroundings. It finally comes into view, after jerking back and forth for several minutes. There’s a hole in one wall, and I see my suitcase open on the floor several feet away. My purse is open too, and laying on the bed.
It starts coming back to me. I was picked up and brought here from the hospital…now I see bruises spotting my legs and my inner thighs. I sniffle and pull my sweater sleeve up, and what I see scares me shitless. I’m black and blue all over, and my arm is swollen. What the hell? Mike. Mike beat me again.
Gripping the counter, I slowly pull myself up on shaky legs, and am almost sent to the ground with a sharp pain in my backside. Oh my god. Mike…he raped me. He beat me up and raped me. I know they tell you to go to the emergency room when this happens, but I’m too damn tired.
Every time I take a step it hurts, in several places, my back, my ass, my legs. I finally make it to the bed, and pull the covers down. I fall into it, pull the covers around my body, and curl into a ball.
“Fuck you, Ville.” I whisper that to myself as I shut my eyes. “Fucking weak.”
*Bam’s POV*
“So where you been, Bam Bam?” Raab smiles at me, and taps his pencil on his desk. Don’t say you were with the sex god of the millennium, Bam.
“New York.” Just stay cool and calm, and do the math problem on the board.
“You know, Ape called my house, wondering if you were there. Why were you in New York anyway?” Raab has ADD.
“Uh..” Come on Bam, gotta make it believable. “Skate demo. Yeah.”
“Woah, dude!”
“Uh yeah it was great, Raab,” I respond. Good one, self.
“Bam was at a skate demo in New York!” Raab announces to Dunn at lunch. I sigh. Fuck if that isn’t going to be the big news of the week…scratch that…month.
“How did you manage to get Ape to take you to New York?” Dunn asks. I smile.
“She didn’t, I went alone.”
“Goddamn it, NO you can’t have my ROLL! It’s MY ROLL! I PAID FOR THIS ROLL!” We all start laughing. Raab is hilarious when someone asks for his food.
“I heard you were in New York for a skate thing!” Some prep says to me after 5th period. I nod. I keep walking. Locker number C212.
“What happened? Did you meet any celebrities?” Something makes me want to play with her for a while.
“Oh hell yeah,” I say, “I saw Tom Cruise and Jennifer Aniston both, and then I saw…”
“LIKE OH MY GOD! BAM MET TOM CRUISE!”
I start laughing. So now the story is this, I went to New York without my parents, saw Tom Cruise and a skate demo. Gotta love my life sometimes. I wonder why some of these people still haven’t caught on that half of the crap I feed them is just that…crap. I didn’t see ONE celebrity…oh yeah, I did see Mr. Sex God Ville Valo, but I didn’t see Jennifer Aniston or Tom Cruise. I wouldn’t know if I did.
I finally arrive at my locker, and there’s some jock standing there, looking like he wants to kick my ass. I look at him, and then go back to putting in my locker combination. He shoves me, and I laugh a little.
“Hey Bam,” he says, “Thanks for stealing my fucking girlfriend.”
“Stealing your girlfriend? Who in the hell IS your girlfriend?”
“You know, that sexy little number with the tight ass and the huge boobs? Yeah, well she’s in love with YOU now. Thanks again, Bam.”
“Oh! Her. Well you’re a little behind the times, no? She was in love with me at the beginning of the year. I told her I wasn’t interested so she moved on to you, quite desperately, and left me alone. Apparently you’re just not as sexy as, well, me.”
I laugh at my own arrogance. And damn if I don’t know who he’s talking about. It’s this trailer slut, and she’s loved me for months now. She tried to make out with me once, and I had to tell her I wasn’t interested. The poor thing cried, but the next day she showed up with the jock.
“Hey Bammy!” Oh shit, it’s her. I ignore her. I can still feel the jock right next to me.
“Bammy!” Don’t react, just ignore her and she’ll leave you alone.
I freak and drop my science book on the floor when I feel her jump onto my back, and cling on me. Damn it! She giggles, and starts acting like I’m some kind of mechanical bull, bouncing up and down and squealing.
“GET OFF!” I yell.
“ME AND BAM ARE LOVERS! WE’RE GONNA MAKE BABIES, HUH BAM?”
“GET OFF!”
“I LOVE YOU, BAM!”
“IF YOU DON’T GET OFF OF ME, I’LL THROW YOU ACROSS THE FUCKING HALL!”
Finally, she climbs down, and I feel and hear my back crack loudly. Stupid bitch. You can’t just jump on a person when they aren’t expecting it. I roll my eyes, and pick up my science book. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and am greeted by the principal.
“Look Mr. McDaniel, I didn’t start anything. I was just getting some books from my locker, and here she came. She jumped on me, and I was just trying to get her off…of me.”
“Mr. Margera, I understand your situation. This is, after all, you’re third referral this month.”
“But sir, I’m telling the truth. Her boyfriend was talking to me, and here she came. She jumped on me. I wasn’t starting anything. If anyone started anything, it was her boyfriend.”
“Her boyfriend, Brandon?”
“Yeah, he said that she left him for me, which I can understand since she’s been crushing on me for sometime now, and then out of nowhere, she just jumped on me. Seriously. You have to believe me!”
“I do not have to believe a word you say. But, if you can promise that this will never happen again, I will let you go.”
“I promise!”
“Free to go, Margera.”
I stand up, thanking the principal on the way out. Alright. Now all I have to do is find that crazy bitch.
*Ville’s POV*
“Mr. Valo, the doctor will see you now.”
So I drug my drugged ass out of bed, and got a taxi to a doctors office. I got to thinking about all that shit they tell you, and basically spooked myself into going to the doctor. I sigh and stand up, setting “TIME” back on the table.
“Alright, Mr. Valo, you are free to go.”
“I don’t…have anything do I?” I ask, nervously.
“We will phone you tomorrow with your results. Until then, we do not know.”
“Shit. Alright. Call my cell phone, okay? Here’s the number.”
I walk out of the doctors office, and pull my cell phone out of my purse. I need a ride. Too bad I don’t know anyone in this state. Hmm…well there’s Mike, but I’m too scared to call him, and then there’s Paige, but she’s probably in California, with someone else. I go through the phone book. Nothing.
I spot a restaurant across the street, and decide to go in and see if anyone will give me a ride to my hotel.
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Chapter four. I know it sucks, but I’m suffering writers block right now. *sigh*