vampires will never hurt you

Ok this is a plot thats been bugging me for ages so i finally decided to give in and write it. I'm REALLY nervous about this as i know that there's already lots of vampire fics out there. Please give this one a chance!

Thanks to my darling Karin cos even as i'm writing this, she's on msn telling me to post it and not delete it like i want to!

Ville exited the club with a drunk, giggling teenage girl on his arm who was thrilled that a guy like him seemed interested in her. He smirked at how trusting she was as he pushed her against the wall in the nearest alley and started kissing her neck.

"Wait, I don't even know your name." She protested weakly, and Ville laughed out loud at her half hearted attempt to get to know each other first even though she'd been willing enough to leave with him in the first place.

"Names don't matter sweetheart." He smirked. "It's not like you'll be needing them again after tonight anyway."

And over the sound of the loud music coming from the club, no one even heard her screams of terror.

Ville walked slowly back to the cemetary and the stopped in front of his crypt, not going in. He hated living in a crypt, it seemed too 'queen of the damned' for his liking but buying a house was impossible as he was technically dead. He couldn't just kill someone and take their house either because it meant too many akward questions from the persons family and the companies that they were paying bills to.

So, until he found another option, he was stuck living in a crypt. He was then about to hide away before dawn arrived, when he heard voices coming closer. He swiftly moved into the shadows, not wanting to be seen, and watched as the two people came into view.

".....So I told him that one day I'd make it as a professional skater and that I wasn't going to let an idiot like him stop me."

The boy closest to him was of no interest to him, he wasn't hungry any more and the boy didn't look like he'd be much fun to kill, even if it was just out of boredom. The boy who was talking was a completely different story though. He had brown hair with unruly curls that fell over big blue eyes and a carefree, confident attitude. Ville focused all his attention on him as the two boys walked straight past him without even noticing he was there.

They reached the gate of the cemetary and Ville crept in a little closer in an effort to catch another glimpse of the stunning mortal.

"Hey Knoxville, I'll see you in school tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah, I can't skip classes any more for a while, the jailors are getting suspicious! I'll meet you by the front gates. Bye Bam."

"Bye Johnny."

Ville's face lit up as both boys went their seperate ways. Finally, a name. The boy had been walking through his cemetary every night for the past week and Ville was completely enchanted by him. The way he carried himself with so much confidence and bravado, that was the complete opposite of the innocent and naive way he wandered through a graveyard every night without a care in the world, unaware that he was walking straight past a slightly insane, sadistic killer each time just made him more appealing.

He let his eyes follow the boy until he disappeared out of sight, before returning to his crypt to wait out the daylight hours.

The next night when Ville awoke, he had come to a decision. Ever since he'd first laid eyes on Bam, he'd been having dreams about him. Dreams where he turned him and marked him as his, to be his mate and consort until the end of eternity.

And so, after a week of these dreams he had decided that he needed to get to know Bam a bit better and give the boy a chance to accept it all before he turned his dreams into reality. Grabbing his notebook and pen, he sat down and started to write his first note to Bam.

*******

Bam kissed his girlfriend goodbye and walked out into the evening air. He always went round her house for a few hours after school because she went to a different school so they didn't have much time together.

Missy's parents were nice people but they still wouldn't allow him to stay overnight. At first Bam and Missy had protested but after being sat down and forced to listen to a graphic lecture on teenage hormones, unprotected sex and how the parents always ended up having to look after their teenage daughters baby, they didn't press the matter any more.

He whistled to himself as he entered the cemetary gates with a gleeful shiver. He was the kind of person that loved horror movies and enjoyed being scared and it was one of the reasons that he always took the shortcut through the grave yard.

He was about half way through when he thought he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He glanced nervously behind him and saw...nothing. Turning around he continued walking but he'd only gone a few steps when he heard it again and he could have sworn that something touched his ass. He spun round quickly but still found nothing there.

"Way to go Bam." He muttered to himself. "Freak out like a chick why don't you." Laughing at himself, he he made his way out of the cemetary without any more issues but it wasn't until he got home that he noticed something odd.

As soon as he got home, he said goodnight to his parents and went upstairs to get changed for bed. As he was pulling his jeans off, he heard the sound of paper crinkling and he searched his pockets trying to find where the noise was coming from.

When he got to his back pocket, he pulled out a folded piece of paper with his name written on it in an elegant font. Assuming it was from Missy, he got into bed and opened the note.

My dear Bam, I have been watching you for nearly two weeks now, and in that time I have come to realize one thing: you are meant to be mine. I am a patient person so I don't expect you to be able to accept it straight away, but you will eventually come to realize that it is meant to be. I will continue to watch you, until I think you are ready to leave your life and belong to me, until you are ready to be mine and ONLY mine.

The note wasn't signed and there was no indication of who it could have been from. He stared, wide eyed at the note, wanting to freak out, but the rational part of his brain that he hardly ever listened to was telling him to think about who it could have been before panicking.

He knew Missy wouldn't send him something like that, her sense of humor wasn't that twisted and the only friend he'd seen that day was....Knoxville! Of course, that's just the sort of fucked up prank he'd pull.

Bam sighed in relief, thankful that he'd figured it out. Picking up his cell phone, he punched in Johnny's number and waited impatiently for him to answer.

"Hey Bam, what's up?" Knoxville greeted.

"I just thought I'd call and say thanks for the note." Bam grinned. "You'll be happy to know that it freaked the hell out of me."

"What note?"

"The note you left in my back pocket dumbass."

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't leave you a note anywhere."

"Oh come on Johnny, just admit it. It wasn't that funny to start with." Bam said, starting to get annoyed.

"Dude I swear if I'd have done it then I'd admit to it. When have you ever known me not to take credit for a joke?" Bam hated to admit it but he was right. Johnny always loved people knowing that he was the mastermind behind his tricks.

"Well if you didn't do it then who did?" Bam asked nervously, feeling a shiver of fear creep up his spine.

"I don't know, but I have to go cos if my parents hear me I'll get grounded again. Bring the note in tomorrow and show me. We can see if we can work out who sent it to you."

"Yeah sure. Bye Knoxville." Bam said distractedly, not even noticing when Knoxville hung up. He read the note once more, searching for any clue on who it was, before giving up and switching off the light, falling into an uneasy and restless sleep.