Waking Nightmare Prologue
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vigorliPrologue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
Summary: Strange things are happening to Orlando. At first he thinks it is just a joke of his friends, but things start to get even scarier with time and he painfully experiences, that this weren't jokes....... Will Viggo be able to help him after his waking nightmare?
Warnings: Angst, Drama, Rape, Stalking
A/N: I am Austrian and this is my very first fiction in English. Sorry if there are mistakes.
Disclaimer: None of them belongs to me......
Would this nightmare ever end? Would there ever be a waking up? Would he ever be able to escape the monster which didn’t only hunt him in his dreams?
He felt so cold….cold and dirty, alone, used, humiliated…..
He felt so many evils, which whispered in the darkness to him, embraced him and would never let him go.
He couldn’t even let himself fall into that darkness and forget….the memories would haunt him, until they’d come true again, in a waking nightmare.
As he heard footsteps again it seemed like his whole body froze.
Not again.
How could this be happening? He was in his own house! How could this be happening in his own house?!
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“Yeah, I’ll be there in about….” Orlando looked at his watch while he held the cell phone with the other one and tried to open the door handle with is elbow, to enter his house.
“30 minutes….yep, later.”
He flipped the cell phone closed and made his way up the stairs. He wanted to have a quick shower before he’d meet the others at the pub.
Halfway up the stairs he paused when he saw that the bathroom door was open and the light was on.
Had he forgotten to turn it off in the morning?
Curiosity only lingered a few more seconds on his handsome features before he shrugged and continued his way. He must’ve forgotten, nothing special or to worry about.
He left his clothes on the bathroom floor, not really carrying and turned on the water.
His lips parted as he sighted with relief. The hot water felt so good and his tense muscles started to relax. The boots he had to wear as Legolas were more than only uncomfortable and at the end of the day his feet would hurt like hell and his muscles would be tense from carrying the bow and doing all the “action scenes” and often his back would be a bit sore, for since his accident it had been quite sensitive.
So the best thing after a day of work was a hot shower…well, nearly, a hot bath was even better, especially for his sore back, but he didn’t have the time for that now.
As most of the evenings, the fellowship would meet up at some local pub. Orlando quite enjoyed these evenings. He was always up for some action and had gone clubbing as often as possible back in London, and as hard work might be, he wouldn’t want to stay in every night.
Besides Viggo would be at the pub too.
At this thought a smile crept on Orlando’s face, while his hand fumbled for the shampoo and opened it.
Yes, he liked Viggo. He wasn’t sure if the older man returned his feelings, but they definitely were close friends.
Hell, he didn’t even know if Viggo was gay at all….in fact, he hadn’t really known about himself either…..he’d always known, that he might be bisexual, for even back in school he’d found some guys really attractive…but until now he only had had relationships with girls.
But he could imagine having a relationship with Viggo…..he felt good when the older man was around….safe and happy. Argh, since when did he sound like a girl?? With a frustrated sigh Orlando opened his eyes again, but squeezed them shut again within a moment, cursing under his breath, as he felt a sharp sting because he’d got shampoo in his eye, when he’d opened it.
“Damn it!” That was the result of having too many girlish thoughts…
Viggo had never shown any sign, that he wanted more then friendship and most likely was completely straight, so he should stop that thoughts and be satisfied with their friendship. He’d never risked ruining it by telling Viggo about his feelings…..maybe he did imagine them anyways. Right, he didn’t have a crush on Viggo, he did just imagine that. Very satisfying explanation….he could live with that lie….well, he had to live with that lie…there weren’t really any other choices.
He washed the shampoo out of his hair and as the sting in his eye vanished slowly he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing for a towel to dry his wet skin and hair.
While drying his hair he went into the bedroom where he tossed the towel to the floor and started dressing.
After grabbing some boxers randomly from a drawer, he decided to wear a simple black baggy pant and a yellow shirt….he was pretty sure, that the hobbits would once again muse over him being a “fashion victim” and over his shirt, as they found pretty much all of his shirts hilarious.
As if they had any sense of style…..
After putting on his necklaces, he made his way back to the bathroom, to style the now nearly dry hair to the Mohawk he has been wearing lately.
Ten minutes later he was back in his car, driving into town.
The pub had been very crowded, but the evening had been fun. He had had a bit too much to drink, like most of the others, and so Viggo had insisted on driving him home….he was the only one not all that drunk. Most of the times it was like this….Viggo would drive to the pub with one of the others and then at the end of the night would drive Orlando home and pick him up again in the morning.
So they both now sat in Orlando’s car, the elder one in the driver’s seat, while Orlando had curled up in his seat and was humming slightly to a song played on the radio.
Viggo glanced slightly at the person next to him and a smile spread across his face…..Orlando seemed to be half asleep by now, he was quiet which was unusual, for most of the time the young man would be babbling all the time and bouncing around, but as he had realized, when they drove home from the pubs, Orlando would mostly be half asleep, humming slightly and curled up, seeming as if he wasn’t even conscious of his surroundings.
If he was also sleeping in a bed that way? Curled up like a child?
Viggo had often thought about that, imagined Orlando sleeping and it always let heat flow through his veins.
He focused again on the street, although he found it very difficult to focus on anything else other then the young man beside him….
It was always difficult to think about something else when Orlando was beside him…he wanted to see every of his movements, hear every of his words…..
But he wouldn’t admit that he actually was in love with this young man, not even before himself.
As he stopped at Orlandos house, he turned to the young man, laying his hand carefully on the other shoulder.
“Time to get up, prissy elf…..” he mumbled in a low voice, not wanting to wake the other one too harsh.
Orlando blinked, looking up in confusion, until he realized, what was going on and smiled slightly at Viggo.
“Thanks for bringing me home, Vig….”
His voice was low and rough from alcohol, cigarettes and sleep.
A warm shower was running down Viggos spine.
“No problem….I’m picking you up in the morning, alright?”
“Mhm…”
“Orlando?”
“Hm?”
“You have to open the door and get out of the car, into your house and into your bed….”
“….oh. Forgot.”
With that Orlando opened the door of the car and stepped out. Cold air was welcoming him outside the warm car, which was not a good feeling in his sleepy state.
“’til tomorrow, filthy human. Night.”
“Night prissy elf.”
With that the door of the car closed and Viggo watched, until Orlando arrived at the house and the door closed behind him.
Only then did he start the car again, to drive home.
Orlando yawned and walked up the stairs, heading straight for his bedroom. He was tired like hell and tomorrow…no today was another day of long hours of shooting. He didn’t even bother to take off his clothes, but fell straight into his bed and was asleep a few seconds later…..
He didn’t realize that the towel he’d left on the floor earlier was gone and that his bed had been made. He never made his bed and the blanket would be in a mess from the previous nights sleep…….
tbc
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
Summary: Strange things are happening to Orlando. At first he thinks it is just a joke of his friends, but things start to get even scarier with time and he painfully experiences, that this weren't jokes....... Will Viggo be able to help him after his waking nightmare?
Warnings: Angst, Drama, Rape, Stalking
A/N: I am Austrian and this is my very first fiction in English. Sorry if there are mistakes.
Disclaimer: None of them belongs to me......
Would this nightmare ever end? Would there ever be a waking up? Would he ever be able to escape the monster which didn’t only hunt him in his dreams?
He felt so cold….cold and dirty, alone, used, humiliated…..
He felt so many evils, which whispered in the darkness to him, embraced him and would never let him go.
He couldn’t even let himself fall into that darkness and forget….the memories would haunt him, until they’d come true again, in a waking nightmare.
As he heard footsteps again it seemed like his whole body froze.
Not again.
How could this be happening? He was in his own house! How could this be happening in his own house?!
***************************************************************************
“Yeah, I’ll be there in about….” Orlando looked at his watch while he held the cell phone with the other one and tried to open the door handle with is elbow, to enter his house.
“30 minutes….yep, later.”
He flipped the cell phone closed and made his way up the stairs. He wanted to have a quick shower before he’d meet the others at the pub.
Halfway up the stairs he paused when he saw that the bathroom door was open and the light was on.
Had he forgotten to turn it off in the morning?
Curiosity only lingered a few more seconds on his handsome features before he shrugged and continued his way. He must’ve forgotten, nothing special or to worry about.
He left his clothes on the bathroom floor, not really carrying and turned on the water.
His lips parted as he sighted with relief. The hot water felt so good and his tense muscles started to relax. The boots he had to wear as Legolas were more than only uncomfortable and at the end of the day his feet would hurt like hell and his muscles would be tense from carrying the bow and doing all the “action scenes” and often his back would be a bit sore, for since his accident it had been quite sensitive.
So the best thing after a day of work was a hot shower…well, nearly, a hot bath was even better, especially for his sore back, but he didn’t have the time for that now.
As most of the evenings, the fellowship would meet up at some local pub. Orlando quite enjoyed these evenings. He was always up for some action and had gone clubbing as often as possible back in London, and as hard work might be, he wouldn’t want to stay in every night.
Besides Viggo would be at the pub too.
At this thought a smile crept on Orlando’s face, while his hand fumbled for the shampoo and opened it.
Yes, he liked Viggo. He wasn’t sure if the older man returned his feelings, but they definitely were close friends.
Hell, he didn’t even know if Viggo was gay at all….in fact, he hadn’t really known about himself either…..he’d always known, that he might be bisexual, for even back in school he’d found some guys really attractive…but until now he only had had relationships with girls.
But he could imagine having a relationship with Viggo…..he felt good when the older man was around….safe and happy. Argh, since when did he sound like a girl?? With a frustrated sigh Orlando opened his eyes again, but squeezed them shut again within a moment, cursing under his breath, as he felt a sharp sting because he’d got shampoo in his eye, when he’d opened it.
“Damn it!” That was the result of having too many girlish thoughts…
Viggo had never shown any sign, that he wanted more then friendship and most likely was completely straight, so he should stop that thoughts and be satisfied with their friendship. He’d never risked ruining it by telling Viggo about his feelings…..maybe he did imagine them anyways. Right, he didn’t have a crush on Viggo, he did just imagine that. Very satisfying explanation….he could live with that lie….well, he had to live with that lie…there weren’t really any other choices.
He washed the shampoo out of his hair and as the sting in his eye vanished slowly he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing for a towel to dry his wet skin and hair.
While drying his hair he went into the bedroom where he tossed the towel to the floor and started dressing.
After grabbing some boxers randomly from a drawer, he decided to wear a simple black baggy pant and a yellow shirt….he was pretty sure, that the hobbits would once again muse over him being a “fashion victim” and over his shirt, as they found pretty much all of his shirts hilarious.
As if they had any sense of style…..
After putting on his necklaces, he made his way back to the bathroom, to style the now nearly dry hair to the Mohawk he has been wearing lately.
Ten minutes later he was back in his car, driving into town.
The pub had been very crowded, but the evening had been fun. He had had a bit too much to drink, like most of the others, and so Viggo had insisted on driving him home….he was the only one not all that drunk. Most of the times it was like this….Viggo would drive to the pub with one of the others and then at the end of the night would drive Orlando home and pick him up again in the morning.
So they both now sat in Orlando’s car, the elder one in the driver’s seat, while Orlando had curled up in his seat and was humming slightly to a song played on the radio.
Viggo glanced slightly at the person next to him and a smile spread across his face…..Orlando seemed to be half asleep by now, he was quiet which was unusual, for most of the time the young man would be babbling all the time and bouncing around, but as he had realized, when they drove home from the pubs, Orlando would mostly be half asleep, humming slightly and curled up, seeming as if he wasn’t even conscious of his surroundings.
If he was also sleeping in a bed that way? Curled up like a child?
Viggo had often thought about that, imagined Orlando sleeping and it always let heat flow through his veins.
He focused again on the street, although he found it very difficult to focus on anything else other then the young man beside him….
It was always difficult to think about something else when Orlando was beside him…he wanted to see every of his movements, hear every of his words…..
But he wouldn’t admit that he actually was in love with this young man, not even before himself.
As he stopped at Orlandos house, he turned to the young man, laying his hand carefully on the other shoulder.
“Time to get up, prissy elf…..” he mumbled in a low voice, not wanting to wake the other one too harsh.
Orlando blinked, looking up in confusion, until he realized, what was going on and smiled slightly at Viggo.
“Thanks for bringing me home, Vig….”
His voice was low and rough from alcohol, cigarettes and sleep.
A warm shower was running down Viggos spine.
“No problem….I’m picking you up in the morning, alright?”
“Mhm…”
“Orlando?”
“Hm?”
“You have to open the door and get out of the car, into your house and into your bed….”
“….oh. Forgot.”
With that Orlando opened the door of the car and stepped out. Cold air was welcoming him outside the warm car, which was not a good feeling in his sleepy state.
“’til tomorrow, filthy human. Night.”
“Night prissy elf.”
With that the door of the car closed and Viggo watched, until Orlando arrived at the house and the door closed behind him.
Only then did he start the car again, to drive home.
Orlando yawned and walked up the stairs, heading straight for his bedroom. He was tired like hell and tomorrow…no today was another day of long hours of shooting. He didn’t even bother to take off his clothes, but fell straight into his bed and was asleep a few seconds later…..
He didn’t realize that the towel he’d left on the floor earlier was gone and that his bed had been made. He never made his bed and the blanket would be in a mess from the previous nights sleep…….
tbc
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Date: 2006-10-12 06:06 pm (UTC)~C~
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Date: 2006-10-13 06:50 am (UTC)thanks
Date: 2006-10-13 07:26 am (UTC)more is to come soon, just having a beta check the next chapters, as the story is already written till chapter three.
and thanks livdh :) the next chapter on mirrormere is to come soon too
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Date: 2006-10-13 09:47 am (UTC)I like the idea of a housekeeping ghost . . . I wouldn't mind having one of those!! *grins*
An intriguing start . . . looking forward to more.
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Date: 2006-10-13 02:06 pm (UTC)