Tainted Chapter 18
Tainted
Pairing: Vam
Based in a sort of Fairytale world about a young servant named Bam who was given up to a slave dealer by his parents for money and his journey to find them again
Last Chapter: http://illithrien.livejournal.com/4315.html
Chapter 18
The next few days whisked by quickly. Everyday the queen would organise for Jonna and Ville to spend time together for dinner or a picnic and everyday Ville would find a way out of it. Instead, he spent his days in his chambers, with Bam nestled in his arms, locked away from reality and the shadow of the wedding looming at their door. Neither of them would leave the room, save for the rare occasion where they would sneak down to the lake house late at night. Wrapped up in each other they didn’t need anyone or anything else.
Ville awoke early one morning to a dull ache in his chest.
“I’m getting married today” he whispered to himself.
Bam shifted on the bed so he was facing Ville and curled into him, “What was that love?” he mumbled sleepily.
“I’m getting married today” he repeated softly.
Bam’s spirits dampened visibly and he moved away slightly so he could see Ville’s face, “It couldn’t last forever could it?”
Ville placed a kiss on Bam’s forehead, “I still love you”
Bam smiled sadly, “I know, and I love you”
Ville took him into his arms and rested his chin on Bam’s head, “We can still see each other… I’ll organise with mother to get you a good house… and… and lots of servants so you don’t have to work”
Bam nodded and tried unsuccessfully to fight back tears.
They sat in silence as the room slowly illuminated from the rising sun.
Ville sighed a kissed the top of Bam’s head, trying fruitlessly to keep his mind from the upcoming wedding.
Bam moved away from Ville, “You’ll be late if you don’t get ready now”
Ville chocked back a sob and nodded, removing himself from the bed and making his way to the bathroom as if he were walking death row.
Once Ville was gone Bam rolled over and stared at the ceiling, searching the slightly cracked paint for answers that were rushing through his head. What would happen to him when Ville married? Sure, he’d have a house… But what about his heart? Could he really stand by and watch Ville with that… that… whore? The answer was becoming less clear by the second. Could he survive?
Bam’s mind was still chewing over his questions when Ville walked out of the bathroom, but Bam couldn’t bring himself to look at the prince, not when he was dressed for another’s wedding.
Ville closed his eyes to fight back the impending tears as he watched Bam on the bed. That amazing creature was the only thing he loved and he was going to lose it. Over the years Ville had wished many times that he had not been born to the so called ‘privileges’ of royalty, but he had never meant it as much as he did now. If given the chance, he would give it all way, just to spend one more night in his Bammie’s arms… Just one more day when they could forget everything and everyone and just be together. Without Bam, he was nothing. Bam was his heart, his soul, his everything.
He cursed loudly as he let the tears fall, “Why did it have to be me?”
Bam answered with a chocked sob.
Ville crumbled to the floor as his breathing quickened, “I- I can’t d-do this Bam… I can’t,” he lost himself to a torrent of tears, “I can’t marry her…”
Bam was at his side in an instant, stroking his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
Ville stared at him with blood-shot eyes, “I want to marry you, I want to be with you… I can’t… I can’t do this!”
“I know,” Bam whispered, swallowing his own tears, “I know darling… But you have to. And… And we’ll still see each other. But right now you have to walk down that isle and marry lady Jonna. Can you do that for me my love?”
Ville made some hiccupping sounds and nodded, “I would do anything for you”
Bam smiled, “As I would for you. Now then, get up, straighten your clothes and leave this room, no more tears. You have to be strong, for the both of us”
Ville nodded solemnly, drying his eyes and following Bam’s orders. With his face set in a stone mould of fake-happiness, he left his love to face his fate.
yup, pretty short i no, but we're nearing the end and i want to get 20 chapters out of it... so oooo 2 more chapters to goo.... hehe and a word of warning, the next chapter looks like its going to end on a cliffhanger too ^.^ woot
Thanks to everyone reading this :) great ego boost every time i get a comment
Oh and next chapter it looks like my mates are doing their own version of what they want to happen along with what really happens.. so that should be.. interesting to say the least :P next chapter up soon, promise!