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Solitary Men With Hallow Hearts	By : VioletxTwilight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Let Me Die
Dark, cold, alone
I can't hold on
The calls aren't coming
I unplugged the phone
Let me waste away,
The pain's too much
I'll find numbness in the bottle
I'll find peace in the grave
Let me die tonight
So I won't drown in my tears

Red lights flashed by Ville's eyes as the cab rushed past the creatures of the night: whores, pimps, hobos, and a pair of very scared children. Ville felt like crying.

'A child should never see what I have seen,'

He looked over to the man next to him, still out cold. Ville had patted him down and found his passport and a wallet. His ID said Brandon (Bam) Cole Margera. The name sounded familiar and whoever he was, he was loaded. Money didn't matter much to Ville. As he saw it, he was as good as dead anyway. He was an addict, he just saw his only life line murdered, and now Jonne would find him kill him. He was almost looking forward to it.
As it turned out, Bam had a hotel room already waiting for him. Ville didn't know if it was luck, or something else, but he was thankful. He didn't feel right spending someone else's money.
The room was simple and looked just like any other hotel room. Ville shivered, he hated them. The way they faked looking 'homey.’ Some really sick, fucked up shit happened in hotel rooms, leaving behind unbelievable messes, but the maids come and make it look like new. Ville didn't want to think about what may have happened in that room.
After dumping Bam on the bed, Ville looked at the bathroom. It looked clean. Sighing, he started to run a hot bath and striped the bed, placing the blankets and sheets on the heater. Ville removed Bam's clothes down to his boxers and hung them up to dry. Standing in front of him on the bed he cocked his head and looked at him. He had a nice body, looked like he got a lot of exercise. Ville lifted Bam and carried him into the bathroom, setting him in the hot tub. He still didn't wake up, but at lest he wasn't shivering.
Ville turned around and caught sight of himself in the mirror. His makeup was all messed from crying and he had a slight bruise forming on his cheek. He fixed his face as best he could and went to lay down. He was already starting to crave it, not even a day and he was already feeling his body screaming for it. Just as he started to drift off he was awoken by a loud: "WHAT THE FUCK?" Ville sat up right and saw Bam standing in the door way, dripping wet, bright blue eyes scanning him and brows in a frown.
"Who the hell are you and how the fuck did I get here?" The man spoke in English and luckily Ville remembered it from school. He sat up fully and stared up at him,
"I'm Ville, and I saved your life so you better be more polite to me." Bam's eyes widened in shock at the deepness of his voice.
"You're a a a…" His voice trailed off, but Ville saw him looking at him even more carefully and smiled finishing for him.
"A man? Yes." Bam blinked a few times and shook his head.
"I need a drink."
"Amen to that." Ville got up and walked over to the little bar and grabbed four small bottles of vodka. Then walking back, he handed one to Bam and sat on the edge of the bed. He twisted off the top and took a long slip before looking back up at Bam.
"So, are you’re a tran-"
"Don't say it!" Ville raised his hand before taking another drink.
"…vestite." Bam finished and Ville sighed heavily.
"Yes, I am." Bam nodded before slowly sitting next to him. His eyes wandered to Ville's fishnet covered legs, his eyes slowing drinking him in. Ville crossed them and pulled his black vinyl skirt down a bit.
"So, how did we end up here?" Bam asked after a few moments, Ville raised an eyebrow.
"I'm Bam, by the way." He held out his hand. Ville smiled a little and slowly shook it.
"I know. I looked at your ID."
"Oh, ok.. So how did I get here?" Ville looked around for a moment.
"Do you mind if I have a smoke?" Bam shook his head and watched as Ville reached in his bra and pulled out a box of smokes, shaking it before taking one out and placing it between his perfect lips. He also pulled out a lighter and lit it, taking a long drag before blowing out a white cloud.
"I found you passed out in the street. I patted you down, found your wallet, and found a card for this hotel in there as well. I figured I'd help you out." Bam thought there was a lot Ville wasn't telling him. He felt like god had slapped him in the face.
"Why did you?" Ville frowned,
"What?"
"Why did you save me? Maybe I wanted to die." He spoke softly, his words laced with pain. Their eyes met and there was an unspoken understanding.
"I can understand that feeling, but I'm just not that bad a person." He shrugged and they sat in silence.
"Do you have anywhere to be?" Bam asked after a few moments more. Ville figured out then he liked to talk.
"No, I haven't been home in a very long time and I can't, nor want, to go back to where I was staying." He took another drag and Bam tried to figure out why he found his very strange man so fascinating. He sensed a deep sadness in him, just like the one he held in himself.
"Aren't you cold?" Ville said. He was getting uncomfortable with Bam's staring. Was it a stare of lust or disgust? He couldn't tell, but if he wanted to fuck him, he could. It seemed to be the only thing he was good at.
"A little." Bam shrugged, still staring at Ville.
"Well, there are some warm blankets over there." He nodded to the heater and Bam got up to get them, wrapping one around his body he sighed in pleasure as the warmth embraced him. He walked back over to the bed and this time laid down, so he only saw the black of Ville's fake wolf fur coat. After a few moments his eyelids became too heavy and he drifted off to sleep leaving Ville alone with his thoughts and cravings.
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