Auschwitz - COMPLETE
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
2,685
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10
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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.
20
Ville.
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God... I was being dragged to my feet by two guards from the camp. What was I going to do? What if they realized I was an escapee.
"You alright?" One of them asked me, looking concerned. He didn't realize I was a prisoner! Thank god! I nodded feebly, to weak to talk. The two guards exchanged concerned looks and lent me against a nearby tree. "You look like shit! What are you doing out here?" The same guard questions.
"Got...lost..." I lie. They seem to believe me and one wraps me in his coat, I thank him as he helps me to my feet and the pair strt to walk with me, supporting me on their shoulders. They ask me where I was heading as me stumble to a path way in the thick woods. I rattle of something I'm sure is Bams address. Luckily, I'm right.
"Oh Margera! A relative?" The second guard asks me. I nod weakly, plaster a smile on my face. I can not, under any circumstances say who I really am - I'll end up back in that camp... Things start to look familiar 10 minutes later, and I realize we're close to Bam's home, finally, the smile on my face becomes real as I realize that soon I'll be back in Bam's strong arms. Suddenly, the guard to my left tumbles, taking me down with him, the guard on my right fights to help me stand, and, as a result, the sleeve on my jacket and shirt rip. My camp tattoo is exposed, and despite my efforts, they see it. "So you are a prisoner!" The one on my right states as he throws me to the floor. "Zimmermann, go get Margera, I'm sure he'd like to hear about what this scum said about him!" He cries to the man on my left, spitting on me with a passion as he says 'scum'. 'Zimmermann' leaves with a nod and runs in the direction of Bam's home.
"Please...I'm not a prisoner...." I plead, trying my hardest to convince him. He simply grins at me. A sinister grin that tells me more than words ever could, and scares me more that anything I'd ever seen before. He brings his steel toed foot down on my stomach with such force that I feel my dinner from the night before rise to my mouth and reappear in front of me. The guard simply laughs, spits again, before he pushes me with his foot so I roll into my own sick. The rain dilutes it, but its disgusting nevertheless, and, although my stomach is empty, I feel like being sick all over again.
"Jewish cunt! Think you could get away! Hope you enjoyed your hours of freedom 'cause those were the last hours of your life!" He yells, and again he brings his foot down on me. Soon, I feel bruises appear on my battered stomach and I begin to whimper in pain. The guard simply laughs, takes out his knife. Before I have time to react, he's taking his knife from his pocket, and shoved it into the pit of my stomach. My eyes widen and my body goes numb, I feel no pain but the warm sensation on my lower body tells me a pool of blood was slowly seeping out of my dying frame.
"NO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY NEPHEW!" I hear Bams mother yell. The guard above me looks up, his face drains of colour.
"Your..y-your...r-related?" He asks, his voice shaking. He drops his knife in fear as I feel Bam engulf me in a hug. Hes sobbing, his face drowning in his own tears.
"Hes my cousion! Aprils brothers son!" He cries, pointing at his mother. April herself s shaking, and talking about a lawsuit.
"Hold on babe...please hold on..." Bam whispers. I nod, but don't talk, tasting blood in my mouth.
"Explain the number tattoo!" Zimmermann asks, his voice full of rage.
"He got that in the god damn army Zimmermann!" Bam cries, clinging to me harder. Zimmermann and the other guard look at each other with grave faces. "Get the fuck out of here before I call the god damn police!" Bam screams. In my dazed state, I see them flee faster than any man I'd ever seen before. "Mom...help me get him to the house..." I hear Bam say before I pass out...
Bam
Mom cleaned up Ville the best she could, she used to be a nurse so she was able to stitch him up and make sure he was probably cared for. But hes still out cold, and is showing no signs of waking. Hes body is warm, his cheeks are flushed and he looks fats asleep, but he wont wake. We can't risk taking him to the hospital...he could get caught out...
"Ville...babe...wake up..." I plead as I squeeze my lovers hand. There is no reaction, and, as a result, tears begin to fall steadily down my face.
"Bam...he's doing fine, leave him be. He needs to rest!" April tells me as she checks on Ville. I only sob more.
"But...its my fault he's here...if we hadn't argued..." I cry, unable to string words together. April shushes me, rocks me in her arms and drys my tears.
"Darling, this was not your fault. You love Ville, and Ville loves you, now get some sleep." She tells me. She moves some blankets next to Ville, and forces me into
the bed. "He'll want you to be there when he wakes up..." She whispers as she tucks me in. I feel about 5 years old, but it helps, and soon I'm dead asleep.I wake hours later to someone shaking me. I turn over, wanting to sleep more - my body aches and my eyes are heavy - but I feel a pair of lips on my ear. A sharp pair of teeth nibbles at the lobe,
"Bammie...wake up..." A voice whispered. Ville! I look up at him with a smile - he still looks ill, but he looks better, so much better...
"Willa!" I say, beaming, planting a kiss on his lips. I allow him to lay down, get comfortable, before I straddle him and continue to assault his lips. "I love you Willa..." I mutter into his ear.
"I love you too Bammie," He replies, staring deep into my eyes. His own eyes sparkle with excitement, soon, we both become aroused and I grin into our kisses.
"No...Bammie...I'm too weak..." He whispers. I nod and climb off him, planting one last kiss on his lips.
"What do you want to eat?" I ask him, as I pull on some pants. He thinks for a moment.
"Bacon and Eggs?" He asks. I grin and nod, and he smiles in response.
"Coming right up!" I tell him as I kiss him on the cheek and rush downstairs. 10 minutes later I'm trying, but failing, to balance a tray of food on one hand, while I open the door with the other. "Here Willa, hope this is ok," I say as I place the tray in a sleeping Villes lap. He looks so peaceful, I don't want to disturb him, but he has to eat. I kiss him on the cheek. No response. I kiss him on the lips. No response. I tell him I love him. NOTHING! Its then that I notices hes not breathing...
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Oh God, Oh God, Oh God... I was being dragged to my feet by two guards from the camp. What was I going to do? What if they realized I was an escapee.
"You alright?" One of them asked me, looking concerned. He didn't realize I was a prisoner! Thank god! I nodded feebly, to weak to talk. The two guards exchanged concerned looks and lent me against a nearby tree. "You look like shit! What are you doing out here?" The same guard questions.
"Got...lost..." I lie. They seem to believe me and one wraps me in his coat, I thank him as he helps me to my feet and the pair strt to walk with me, supporting me on their shoulders. They ask me where I was heading as me stumble to a path way in the thick woods. I rattle of something I'm sure is Bams address. Luckily, I'm right.
"Oh Margera! A relative?" The second guard asks me. I nod weakly, plaster a smile on my face. I can not, under any circumstances say who I really am - I'll end up back in that camp... Things start to look familiar 10 minutes later, and I realize we're close to Bam's home, finally, the smile on my face becomes real as I realize that soon I'll be back in Bam's strong arms. Suddenly, the guard to my left tumbles, taking me down with him, the guard on my right fights to help me stand, and, as a result, the sleeve on my jacket and shirt rip. My camp tattoo is exposed, and despite my efforts, they see it. "So you are a prisoner!" The one on my right states as he throws me to the floor. "Zimmermann, go get Margera, I'm sure he'd like to hear about what this scum said about him!" He cries to the man on my left, spitting on me with a passion as he says 'scum'. 'Zimmermann' leaves with a nod and runs in the direction of Bam's home.
"Please...I'm not a prisoner...." I plead, trying my hardest to convince him. He simply grins at me. A sinister grin that tells me more than words ever could, and scares me more that anything I'd ever seen before. He brings his steel toed foot down on my stomach with such force that I feel my dinner from the night before rise to my mouth and reappear in front of me. The guard simply laughs, spits again, before he pushes me with his foot so I roll into my own sick. The rain dilutes it, but its disgusting nevertheless, and, although my stomach is empty, I feel like being sick all over again.
"Jewish cunt! Think you could get away! Hope you enjoyed your hours of freedom 'cause those were the last hours of your life!" He yells, and again he brings his foot down on me. Soon, I feel bruises appear on my battered stomach and I begin to whimper in pain. The guard simply laughs, takes out his knife. Before I have time to react, he's taking his knife from his pocket, and shoved it into the pit of my stomach. My eyes widen and my body goes numb, I feel no pain but the warm sensation on my lower body tells me a pool of blood was slowly seeping out of my dying frame.
"NO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY NEPHEW!" I hear Bams mother yell. The guard above me looks up, his face drains of colour.
"Your..y-your...r-related?" He asks, his voice shaking. He drops his knife in fear as I feel Bam engulf me in a hug. Hes sobbing, his face drowning in his own tears.
"Hes my cousion! Aprils brothers son!" He cries, pointing at his mother. April herself s shaking, and talking about a lawsuit.
"Hold on babe...please hold on..." Bam whispers. I nod, but don't talk, tasting blood in my mouth.
"Explain the number tattoo!" Zimmermann asks, his voice full of rage.
"He got that in the god damn army Zimmermann!" Bam cries, clinging to me harder. Zimmermann and the other guard look at each other with grave faces. "Get the fuck out of here before I call the god damn police!" Bam screams. In my dazed state, I see them flee faster than any man I'd ever seen before. "Mom...help me get him to the house..." I hear Bam say before I pass out...
Bam
Mom cleaned up Ville the best she could, she used to be a nurse so she was able to stitch him up and make sure he was probably cared for. But hes still out cold, and is showing no signs of waking. Hes body is warm, his cheeks are flushed and he looks fats asleep, but he wont wake. We can't risk taking him to the hospital...he could get caught out...
"Ville...babe...wake up..." I plead as I squeeze my lovers hand. There is no reaction, and, as a result, tears begin to fall steadily down my face.
"Bam...he's doing fine, leave him be. He needs to rest!" April tells me as she checks on Ville. I only sob more.
"But...its my fault he's here...if we hadn't argued..." I cry, unable to string words together. April shushes me, rocks me in her arms and drys my tears.
"Darling, this was not your fault. You love Ville, and Ville loves you, now get some sleep." She tells me. She moves some blankets next to Ville, and forces me into
the bed. "He'll want you to be there when he wakes up..." She whispers as she tucks me in. I feel about 5 years old, but it helps, and soon I'm dead asleep.I wake hours later to someone shaking me. I turn over, wanting to sleep more - my body aches and my eyes are heavy - but I feel a pair of lips on my ear. A sharp pair of teeth nibbles at the lobe,
"Bammie...wake up..." A voice whispered. Ville! I look up at him with a smile - he still looks ill, but he looks better, so much better...
"Willa!" I say, beaming, planting a kiss on his lips. I allow him to lay down, get comfortable, before I straddle him and continue to assault his lips. "I love you Willa..." I mutter into his ear.
"I love you too Bammie," He replies, staring deep into my eyes. His own eyes sparkle with excitement, soon, we both become aroused and I grin into our kisses.
"No...Bammie...I'm too weak..." He whispers. I nod and climb off him, planting one last kiss on his lips.
"What do you want to eat?" I ask him, as I pull on some pants. He thinks for a moment.
"Bacon and Eggs?" He asks. I grin and nod, and he smiles in response.
"Coming right up!" I tell him as I kiss him on the cheek and rush downstairs. 10 minutes later I'm trying, but failing, to balance a tray of food on one hand, while I open the door with the other. "Here Willa, hope this is ok," I say as I place the tray in a sleeping Villes lap. He looks so peaceful, I don't want to disturb him, but he has to eat. I kiss him on the cheek. No response. I kiss him on the lips. No response. I tell him I love him. NOTHING! Its then that I notices hes not breathing...
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