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vampires will never hurt you	By : heavenleigh Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 4686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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hey all! here's a short chapter for you. sorry it's not longer but i've been having total writers block with this fic!!!

as always, for my gorgeous karin who's my insperation to write

He stood, the key to his room finally in his hand but unable to be used because he was totally unable to move through the shock and the fear.

"You're...you're...." Bam stuttered, unable to complete a sentance, his eyes scanning the hall desperately for someone who could help him.

"It makes me feel all warm inside that you recognize me from just my voice!" Ville smirked. "And there's no point in looking because there's no one else up here but us."

Ville took a step closer to him and Bam's feet suddenly remembered how to work. But Ville seemed to anticipate him running, because before he'd taken more than three steps, Ville was pushing him into his room. He tried to put the key back into his pocket before Ville noticed but, in a move that seemed almost too quick to be human, he'd taken the key and locked them in, putting the key into a pocket in his too tight pants.

He turned to him, a predetory grin on his face that had Bam backing away to the other side of the room. "Now sweetheart, don't be like that. I thought you'd be pleased to see me." Ville pouted.

"Well I'm not, and now you've seen me you can go." Bam replied, holding his head high and trying not to show how afraid he was.

"Oh come on, you must have wondered at least once, what I was like."

"Ok, maybe once, but that was when I thought you were a chick. This is just weird."

Ville didn't reply but kept advancing on him until Bam couldn't go any further backwards. In an attempt to keep some distance between them, Bam darted off to the side and clambered akwardly over his bed. He'd almost made it when a hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him backwards. He bit back a scream as he was turned around and pinned to the bed, looking up into Ville's cat like eyes.

"Let go of me, get the fuck off me." He yelled, struggling furiously as Ville gently forced his hands above his head.

"I will when you calm down. Relax baby, it's ok." Ville soothed, stroking Bam's face with his free hand.

"I told you, don't call me that." Bam ground out angrily, still fighting to get away. Ville was oddly strong for someone who looked so delicate and soon Bam had worn himself out trying to escape Ville's grasp. He went completely still, giving up and letting his head fall back on the pillow in defeat.

"There now, that's better isn't it." Ville cooed like he was speaking to a child. He got off Bam and laid down next to him, turning Bam so they were face to face. He pulled him against him, wrapping an arm around his waist and sliding a leg between Bam's, despite how unwilling he was to let him, so that their bodies were pressed together and their faces were only centimetres apart. He trapped Bam's hands between their bodies so that Bam had even less chance of getting away from him.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Bam asked, allowing some of his fear to come through.

"What makes you think I'm going to do anything?" Ville asked, running a hand lovingly through Bam's hair.

"You expect me to believe that you just came over here and locked us both in my room to cuddle with me?"

"Of course not darling." Ville giggled. "You're way too irresistable for just that."

There was a long pause. "I saw you with that annoying friend of yours earlier."

"Which one? I've got loads of annoying friends!" Bam joked akwardly, still trying to keep some distance between them.

"The one that tried to kiss you earlier. I don't like him and I don't appreciate him trying to take what's mine." Ville's grip on him tightened and Bam gasped with the slight pain.

"He wasn't trying to take me away from you." Bam replied quickly in an attempt to placate him. "He was just really drunk, he probably won't even remember it in the morning."

Ville beamed at him, looking into his eyes as though he'd just declared his undying love for him and Bam suddenly realized what he'd implied.

"I'm NOT yours. I just don't want you hurting Knoxville because you think he was hitting on me."

"You're not interested in him?" Ville asked insecurely.

"No! Of course not. I keep telling you, I'm not into guys." Bam sighed heavily, still ineffectively trying to push himself away from Ville. He gasped as Ville shifted and the leg between his own rubbed against his groin. When it happened again a few seconds later, Bam realized it was being done intentionally.

"Stop it." Bam demanded, feeling even weaker than he was already when his words and his attempts to break free only got him a deep chuckle in response and not the surrender he was hoping for.

"You don't really want me to stop." Ville whispered in his ear. "It's gonna be so good."

Ville's leg was rubbing furiously against him now and Bam's body began to betray him by responding to the friction Ville was creating. Cold hands began to unbutton his shirt but when he tried to stop him, Ville calmly pinned his wrists together above his head with one hand and continued to deftly remove his shirt with the other.

Ten minutes of struggling later, Ville had successfully removed all of Bam's clothes and finally letting go of him, he started to remove his own. As he removed his pants, the key to Bam's door fell out on to the carpet without him noticing. Bam had seen it though and he tried to get to it without the other man questioning it. He almost made it, but just as he was about to place his foot over the key, Ville grabbed his arm.

"Where do you think you're going darling? The doors locked and you're not wearing anything, you can't go far."

"Well I had to try, I'm not just gonna give up and let you do whatever the hell you want with me."

As Ville pulled him back towards the bed, Bam held his breath hoping that he wouldn't notice the key laying on the floor. Thankfully Ville seemed to preoccupied with him to notice that an escape route was just sitting there waiting to be used.

Ville pushed Bam back onto the bed and crawled over him. "Now no fighting me sweetheart, I don't wanna have to play rough." With a grin that was half sadistic and half seductive, he slid his body down the bed until his mouth was hovered over Bam’s half hard cock.

He slid Bam’s length into his mouth, sucking and licking at it enough to arouse Bam completely and get enough moisture on it. Ville pulled away reluctantly, wanting to taste his love some more but knowing he would have plenty of time to do so once Bam was properly his, and slid back up Bam's body.

Bam screwed his eyes tightly shut as he waited, terrified, for the pain of what was to come. His eyes flew open in suprise though, as Ville slowly lowered himself down onto Bam’s erection, instead of penetrating him like he was expecting.

Ville started to move his hips up and down, slowly at first, but getting faster after Bam let out a strangled groan at the tightness of Ville's body. He started slamming his hips down harder, and harder, moving around slightly until Bam’s dick managed to hit his prostate. He threw his head back in pleasure, still riding Bam's body as hard as he could.

“Oh, fuck Bam, you're so good sweetheart.” Ville moaned out, leaning forward akwardly to force his lips onto Bam's. When Bam seemed reluctant to allow him access to his mouth, Ville bit down on the soft lower lip until Bam submitted and opened his mouth for Ville's curious tongue to explore.

Eventually leaning back, Ville moved one of his hands from where they'd been gripping Bam's hips so tightly, the boy would have bruises, to his weeping erection, and wrapped his hand round it, jerking himself off to the same rhythm of his thrusts.

Bam’s eyes slid shut in shame, embarassment and unwanted arousal as he felt his orgasm start to engulf him. He knew he was close but he didn't want to be. He hadn't wanted this in the first place, he was straight damn it, so why was seeing his dick sliding in and out of another man, turning him on so much?

Deciding that Bam wasn't giving him enough attention, Ville squeezed his inner muscles around Bam’s shaft, and grinned as huge blue eyes stared up at him as Bam's muscles tensed up, and he came deep inside of Ville's more than willing body, unable to prevent the loud moan that escaped him.

Just the feeling of Bam releasing his seed inside of him was enough to bring Ville to the edge. Pumping his throbbing erection furiously, he came, spilling the sticky white fluid over Bam’s stomach and chest. He climbed off Bam and flopped back onto the bed, immediately pulling Bam back against him.

"That was amazing baby." He crooned contetedly.

"Why did you do that?" Bam asked, confused.

"Why did I do what?"

"Let me.....you know."

"Why'd I let you fuck me?" At Bam's nod, he continued. "Would you have prefered the other way round?"

Bam frantically shook his head, worried that Ville would take him up on an offer that he hadn't actually made.

"Exactly. I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me."

Bam stared at him in disbelief. "I'm ALREADY uncomfortable around you. You're stalking me, you forced me to have sex with you and you're obviously completely insane."

"Those are just minor points." Ville said calmly, moving them so that Bam's head was resting on his chest and he could cuddle with his mortal.

Bam had never been so uncomfortable in his life. It wasn't a physical discomfort, it was simply the situation he was in and for some reason, being forced to snuggle up with the guy was more embarrassing than when he was being forced to have sex with him. Something felt wrong about the whole thing, other than the obvious stalker aspect, but Bam couldn't quite work out what it was.

As he let out a deep shuddering breath, he suddenly realized what it was that felt wrong. Freaked out and confused, he struggled to sit up, and was thankful when Ville let him.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" Ville asked, concerned.

"What's going on with you?" Bam asked, moving backwards until he was sitting as far away from Ville as he could manage. "I noticed that your skin was cold earlier but I was too focused on getting away from you to ask about it but fucks sake man, you don't have a heartbeat and all the time we've been laying there you haven't been breathing. What the hell are you?"

Ville sighed. "I didn't want to have this conversation yet, I was going to wait until you were ready to be mine, but I told you that I'd never lie to you, so I'll tell you now if that's what you really want."

"Dude, I'm NEVER going to be yours, you're gonna have to accept that, but I wanna know how the hell you can be walking around and talking with no heartbeat."

"I'm a vampire, darling."

"Yeah, very funny. Vampires don't exist, you're even more insane than I first thought." Bam laughed nervously, getting out of the bed and pulling his clothes back on quickly.

Ville climbed out of the bed, seemingly unconcerned about his nudity, and advanced towards where Bam was standing. "It's ok sweetheart, I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to make you into a vampire so we can be together for the rest of eternity."

"You're out of your mind, vampires aren't real." Bam insisted, slowly backing up to where the key was laying. Before he had a chance to reach down and pick it up, Ville was right in front of him, gripping his chin in one of his cold hands so that he couldn't look away.

He had to bite back a scream of horror as Ville's face began to subtley change. His green eyes turned a golden colour and became even more feline looking, all his features became more pronounced and the bones in his jaw and cheeks became sharper looking. The thing that freaked Bam out the most though, was when Ville gave a feral grin, showing the sharp white fangs that hadn't been there earlier.

"Oh my god." Bam whimpered. "You're not real, you can't be real."

"Sorry to burst your bubble darling but vampires are very real and we've been around for centuarys." He grabbed a handful of Bam's hair and pulled his head roughly to the side, exposing his neck. Bam only had a couple of seconds to think before he felt the painful sting of Ville's fangs piercing his neck and the strange sensation of his blood literally being sucked from his body.

He frantically shoved at Ville's chest, and thankfully, because Ville wasn't expecting it, Bam actually managed to push him away and onto the bed. Acting quickly, Bam grabbed the key off the floor and ran to the door, ignoring the head rush from the loss of blood and moving too quickly. He unlocked the door and raced down the hallway and stairs, not daring to look behind him until he was submerged in the crowd again.

He placed a shaking hand to the wound on his neck and noticed that somehow it had already stopped bleeding. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey to drown his fears in, he headed over to where his friends were standing, squeezing himself in the corner so his back was against the wall and he could see anyone coming towards them.

"Dude, where have you been?" Dunn slurred. "Knoxville pulled this chick that turned out to be a guy! You should have been here!"

Bam managed a weak laugh but kept his eyes focused on the hallway. "I was upstairs, stopping couples from humping in my room, ya know."

"Looks to me like you were the one doing the humping!" Novak laughed.

"What? What makes you think that?" Bam questioned, panicked eyes burning holes into Novak's.

"Well, that hickey on your neck for one!"

Bam slapped a hand over the bite mark, wincing a little at the pain and ignoring his friends trying to guess who it was. All of a sudden, he saw him. Ville had just come down the stairs and was standing in the doorway to the lounge. Their eyes locked and Bam struggled to remember how to breathe as his hands started to shake and panic threatened to overwhelm him.

Ville's face had changed back to normal and he gave a seductive smile in Bam's direction before blowing him a kiss and leaving through the front door. Bam sat down on the edge of the sofa, his legs threatening to give out from underneath him, and downed half the bottle of whiskey in one go, pleased when it went straight to his head and started to numb the terror.

By the time the party was winding down, and the last people were starting to leave, Bam was well and truely drunk. Giggling insanely, he launched himself at Knoxville as he tried to leave, knocking them both to the floor.

"Aah man, that hurt!" Johnny laughed, not quite as wasted as Bam but still enough thateverything was funny until the hangover hit. They wrestled playfully in the porch until finally Knoxville pronounced himself the winner by pinning a laughing Bam to the floor underneath him. Getting up, Johnny offered a hand to pull Bam up but both of them being completely off balance, they ended up falling against each other as Bam stood, their bodies pressed together against the wall.

Bam pushed him away, laughingly. "Go home dude, you're so wasted!" He watched as Knoxville staggered down the porch steps and down the drive, before going into the house and locking the door. He didn't see the shadowy figure of Ville that had been watching them, grab hold of Johhny as he turned the corner, cutting of his shout for help by covering a hand over his mouth and dragging him into the shadows of the woods that surrounded Bam's home.

"What he did see, however, was the photo of him and Missy that he kept on his bedside table had been taken out of the frame and ripped in half. The part with him on it had gone and the part with Missy on it had been torn into tiny little pieces and scattered over his floor. He also saw the short and simple note left for him on his bed.

Sweetheart,
I will come back to finish what we started and next time I won't let you push me away. You're mine.
Ville.
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