Nevermore
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Backstreet Boys
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,034
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Backstreet Boys. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Nevermore - Chapter 10
Title: Nevermore – Chapter 10
Author: Sparkleblsmchyld
Type: RP Het and Gen
Rating: R – for violent situations and some sexual situations.
Pairing: The Backstreet Boys and suggested OFC.
Warning: Serious amounts of AU and some fluff mixed in when the chapters calm. This is really the crack-fic out of all my fics.
Disclaimer: Not mine, probably never happened, never will. Too much sugar and music will do this to your thoughts kids! All ideas are result of my overactive imagination!
Archive: AFF. If you want, just ask. I'd be flattered.
Feedback: Have something you’ve just got to tell me? Please do, feedback is great.
Timeline: The Millenium tour.
Notes: Okay, this was very early in my writing career. I was a high-school boy-band freak with a insatiable love of the bizarre, creepy and down-right X-Files-ish. Excuse the normal cliches and writing boo-boos. Just enjoy the story as it is.
Summary: Be careful just whom in your path you anger, your retribution may be swift and silent. The Backstreet Boys didn’t learn this lesson and now they have to pa
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Fiona sat up quickly, hitting her head on the top of his bunk, “Ouch!” Fiona lay back down; she rubbed the bump on her head when she felt a different, stinging pain on the back of her neck.
Fiona slomanemaneuvered out of his bunk, standing up and stretching when she finally was able to stand up. She felt the pain in the back of her neck and she lightly placed her fingers on the back of her neck.
“Oh my god…” Fiona whispered as she could feel a carving on the back of her neck, her fingers slowly traced it and she could feel the jagged skin where it had been first cut. She brought her hands back down and she sat down in his bunk, she had thought it was a dream but now this dream had come true.
“Wait, what about…” Fiona thought about how the figure had held her hands, and she turned them over, looking at the palms. There on both of her palms lay an intricate design, not carved but under her skin, a tattoo!
“Wow! Those are beautiful!” Fiona heard a voice say and she felt arms around her waist. “When did you get those done?” He asked. “Oh, these?” She questioned, motioning towards her hands; I’ve had them for a while I think for about a year. He smiled and nuzzled against her cheek, running his hands through her hair; accidentally hitting the branding on her neck. Fiona flinched and lut aut a whimper of pain.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, hearing her cry. He lightly brushed her hair off of her neck and then her saw the design branded on the back of her neck.
“Who did this to you?” He asked, seeing the pain in her eyes. Fiona turned to him, “Please just hold me.” He didn’t need any further pleading; he picked her up and carried her to the back of the bus, closing the door behind him. He walked over to the couch and sat down still holding Fiona in his arms.
“Why do care about me so much? You hardly know me.” Fiona questioned him, wondering about this one. He smiled, his blue eyes looked so angelic, “I don’t know why, I guess you’ve entranced me.” He laughed making her smile, but feeling a pain within her heart.
“Where are we going now?” Fiona asked as she felt the bus start to move. She knew that no matter where they went she had to finish, she just hoped they could forgive her.
“Seattle.”
Fiona snapped back to reality, “Huh? I’m sorry, I-uh-got kind of lost in thought. Where are we going?” He laughed and looked down at her, “We’re going to Seattle.” Fiona sighed and felt so happy but so sad, her time was coming to an end.
“Would you just hold me? I want to stay with you forever…” He smiled and gently laid them down on the couch, he held her in his arms, slowly they both fell to sleep.
Author: Sparkleblsmchyld
Type: RP Het and Gen
Rating: R – for violent situations and some sexual situations.
Pairing: The Backstreet Boys and suggested OFC.
Warning: Serious amounts of AU and some fluff mixed in when the chapters calm. This is really the crack-fic out of all my fics.
Disclaimer: Not mine, probably never happened, never will. Too much sugar and music will do this to your thoughts kids! All ideas are result of my overactive imagination!
Archive: AFF. If you want, just ask. I'd be flattered.
Feedback: Have something you’ve just got to tell me? Please do, feedback is great.
Timeline: The Millenium tour.
Notes: Okay, this was very early in my writing career. I was a high-school boy-band freak with a insatiable love of the bizarre, creepy and down-right X-Files-ish. Excuse the normal cliches and writing boo-boos. Just enjoy the story as it is.
Summary: Be careful just whom in your path you anger, your retribution may be swift and silent. The Backstreet Boys didn’t learn this lesson and now they have to pa
**
***
Fiona sat up quickly, hitting her head on the top of his bunk, “Ouch!” Fiona lay back down; she rubbed the bump on her head when she felt a different, stinging pain on the back of her neck.
Fiona slomanemaneuvered out of his bunk, standing up and stretching when she finally was able to stand up. She felt the pain in the back of her neck and she lightly placed her fingers on the back of her neck.
“Oh my god…” Fiona whispered as she could feel a carving on the back of her neck, her fingers slowly traced it and she could feel the jagged skin where it had been first cut. She brought her hands back down and she sat down in his bunk, she had thought it was a dream but now this dream had come true.
“Wait, what about…” Fiona thought about how the figure had held her hands, and she turned them over, looking at the palms. There on both of her palms lay an intricate design, not carved but under her skin, a tattoo!
“Wow! Those are beautiful!” Fiona heard a voice say and she felt arms around her waist. “When did you get those done?” He asked. “Oh, these?” She questioned, motioning towards her hands; I’ve had them for a while I think for about a year. He smiled and nuzzled against her cheek, running his hands through her hair; accidentally hitting the branding on her neck. Fiona flinched and lut aut a whimper of pain.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, hearing her cry. He lightly brushed her hair off of her neck and then her saw the design branded on the back of her neck.
“Who did this to you?” He asked, seeing the pain in her eyes. Fiona turned to him, “Please just hold me.” He didn’t need any further pleading; he picked her up and carried her to the back of the bus, closing the door behind him. He walked over to the couch and sat down still holding Fiona in his arms.
“Why do care about me so much? You hardly know me.” Fiona questioned him, wondering about this one. He smiled, his blue eyes looked so angelic, “I don’t know why, I guess you’ve entranced me.” He laughed making her smile, but feeling a pain within her heart.
“Where are we going now?” Fiona asked as she felt the bus start to move. She knew that no matter where they went she had to finish, she just hoped they could forgive her.
“Seattle.”
Fiona snapped back to reality, “Huh? I’m sorry, I-uh-got kind of lost in thought. Where are we going?” He laughed and looked down at her, “We’re going to Seattle.” Fiona sighed and felt so happy but so sad, her time was coming to an end.
“Would you just hold me? I want to stay with you forever…” He smiled and gently laid them down on the couch, he held her in his arms, slowly they both fell to sleep.