Waking Nightmare Chapter One
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vigorliChapter One - Red Roses
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: Thanks for all the reviews, this really keeps me going! *huggles for everyone*
Beta: The wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Chapter One – Little Presents
He felt so dirty. So used. Silent tears were streaming down his face while he curled up, trying to make himself as small as possible.
His body ached. He was covered in cold sweat, shivering under the light blanket.
Before all this had happened, he had felt comfortable in this bed, safe. He had felt safe in his house. And now all the safety and warmth was gone, replaced with cold and fear. The sheet of the bed was soaked with sweat, some red stains clearly visible on the white fabric. It was dirty as well, dirty as he was and he felt uncomfortable…not only because of the sheet but also because of it…it was only one of many things that made him uncomfortable.
He didn’t dare to move, for he knew that every time he did, a sharp sting would be racing through his body, flooding him with pain.
He winced, as he heard someone coming up the stairs again. Moments later the door opened. He curled up even more under the blanket but he knew that he couldn’t hide. There was nowhere to hide. He would find him, everywhere. He would find him no matter where he was…he had always found him. He was hunting him in this waking nightmare where he is the helpless prey.
“I brought you some flowers, love…red roses. You do like red roses, do you? Do you remember? The first time I sent you flowers it were red roses too.”
The tension in his body became bigger, as he heard the calm voice. This voice seemed to be so nice, so carrying, but he knew, that it could get sharp and harsh at the next second…and this voice belonged to him.
Weary brown eyes were closing. He didn’t want to see anything anymore.
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Beep, beep, beep
Bloody hell, that sound was loud! It hurt in his ears…what was it anyways?
Slowly Orlando opened his eyes, still tired. It took him a few seconds to realize, that the flashy sound was coming from his alarm-clock.
With a deep sigh he turned it off. He was damn tired and in no mood to stand up and go to work….
Half an hour later he had finally managed to shower and to make himself some coffee. Now he was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Viggo to pick him up, holding the cup with both hands, enjoying the warmth of it.
And he was staring at the bunch of red roses in a vase, which had definitely not been standing on his kitchen table yesterday. They had a deep red colour, almost like blood. No denying that they actually were beautiful. But still, it was weird.
He had no clue who had sent them. No card, no other sign.
It had to be a stupid joke from the Hobbits or Beanie…or both.
Just…it was nothing they’d normally do. Sending him flowers, that was just stupid and not funny at all. At least he couldn’t see what should be the funny part of it. Maybe because he still was half asleep. It would be nice, if Viggo had sent them.
With a sigh Orlando found himself in another of his daydreams, interrupted when the doorbell rang.
It was no surprise that it was Viggo, standing in front of the door. A slight smile crossed Orlando’s face. He looked handsome as always.
“Morning, prissy elf. Ready to go? That’s seldom. Normally it takes you ages to get ready….brushing your hair, manicuring your nails and all that stuff.” the elder one mused.
Orlando laughed. Warmth spread through his body at Viggo’s smile and he instantly felt comfortable in the company of the elder man.
“Yeah but you know, elves live FOREVER, so I have a lot of time for things like that…while humans just live for a short time, but I don’t think that this is an excuse for running around filthy.” He countered good humoured, before he took his keys and put them in his pocket, grabbed his coat and closed the door behind him.
He definitely wasn’t tired anymore.
After 20 minutes they arrived at the set. They had talked all the way. Orlando always felt as if he could talk about anything with Viggo. This man was able to make every topic interesting.
The big smile on Orlando’s face was at once recognized by the hobbits, who glanced meaningful at each other.
To everyone on set it was quite obvious what was going on between Orlando and Viggo….well nearly everyone. The two of them had no clue how obvious their feelings towards the other one were and kept acting as if nothing was going on.
“Morning elfboy.” They greeted as Orlando stepped into the trailer he shared with them.
“Morning.”
“Why are you grinning?” Elijah asked.
“I am not grinning.”
“Yes you are. Dom he is grinning, right?”
“Yes he is grinning.”
“Shut up.”
With that Orlando dumped down in his chair.
“Oh and before I forget it….that flower thing wasn’t funny at all. You definitely had better ideas than that before.”
The four hobbits all turned around to look at Orlando, eyebrows raised.
“What flowers are you talking about Orli? Does anyone of you know what he is talking about?” Dom asked, now looking at the others. All three shook their heads.
“Oh come on what flowers.” Orlando rolled his eyes.
“The red roses you sent, which are standing on my kitchen table now. As I said it is not funny and I really don’t see the joke.”
“Orlando we really didn’t send you flowers…..”
Elijah’s eyes lit up in an instant and a big grin spread across his face.
“Maybe Viggo sent them!”
There was silence for one moment.
Orlando blushed slightly while the exact same grin showed on the other three faces.
“Yeah it might’ve been Viggo….”
“Don’t be stupid Billy, why should Viggo send me flowers?” Orlando’s voice was a bit harsher than he had wanted but he didn’t care.
“Because Viggo likes you.”
“Because Viggo likes you very much.”
“Because Viggo….”
“Viggo DID NOT send me flowers. We are friends, that’s all so stop talking bullshit.”
“Oh do you hear that? Prissy elf is prissy.”
Dom’s laughter faded instantly, as Orlando basically would’ve killed him if looks could kill.
For the rest of the day Orlando had been in a grumpy mood. Did they know anything about it? Were the roses a stupid try to set Viggo and him up?
It had been quite easy for him to live with the lie of only liking Viggo as a friend, but if the others knew…..
No. He shook his head as if that would make the thoughts go away. They didn’t know anything because there wasn’t anything.
Except for the question of who really had sent the flowers. He still thought that it was a stupid joke from someone of the cast members, so after some time he completely forgot about the roses.
It was already dark when Orlando finally left the set. It had been an exhausting day and he was really looking forward to go to sleep now. No clubbing or going to the pub tonight.
The light in the hallway was burning. He hadn’t even switched it on in the morning so why the hell was it switched on now?
Orlando closed the door behind him, while he looked at the hallway closely. No one was here. Was that another joke? Did they really think they could scare him with that?
He sighed. It must be another joke, nothing serious.
His gaze fell on the flowers, which still stood on the kitchen table, as he entered the kitchen.
What if Elijah was right and Viggo had sent them? No…there was no way Viggo would do such a thing, it wasn’t his style. But still, the thought was nice.
Orlando smiled slightly, carefully touching one of the roses with the tip of his index finger. He was lost in his thoughts for some time, until his gaze fell upon something on the table, which definitely hadn’t been there in the morning.
A box of chocolates.
He furrowed his brow. How did that come here and even more important…who had sent them or brought them here?
Slowly he made his way around the table to have a closer look at the box. Again there was no card, no other sign. For the first time he really wasn’t to sure if all that was a joke at all.
Orlando opened the box, to find a picture lying above the candies. He took it and froze.
The picture showed him.
But it was no ordinary picture. It showed him sleeping and from what he could tell this picture had been taken last night. He hadn’t bothered to undress when he came home from the pub and on this picture he was wearing exactly the same shirt as yesterday evening.
It took Orlando some moment to realize that there was something written on the bottom of the picture.
“Angel’s peaceful sleep. I like to watch.
Love,
Me.”
What the fuck was going on? That couldn’t be a joke…or? Orlando wasn’t so sure about it anymore. Of course it could be the others, wanting to scare him, but what if not?
How could that box possibly have gotten here? Into his house. No one had a key except for him. He had locked the door in the morning. And how could someone possibly take pictures while he was sleeping? That meant that someone had been in his bedroom while he was asleep….
What was going on?
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: Thanks for all the reviews, this really keeps me going! *huggles for everyone*
Beta: The wonderful
slashfairyChapter One – Little Presents
He felt so dirty. So used. Silent tears were streaming down his face while he curled up, trying to make himself as small as possible.
His body ached. He was covered in cold sweat, shivering under the light blanket.
Before all this had happened, he had felt comfortable in this bed, safe. He had felt safe in his house. And now all the safety and warmth was gone, replaced with cold and fear. The sheet of the bed was soaked with sweat, some red stains clearly visible on the white fabric. It was dirty as well, dirty as he was and he felt uncomfortable…not only because of the sheet but also because of it…it was only one of many things that made him uncomfortable.
He didn’t dare to move, for he knew that every time he did, a sharp sting would be racing through his body, flooding him with pain.
He winced, as he heard someone coming up the stairs again. Moments later the door opened. He curled up even more under the blanket but he knew that he couldn’t hide. There was nowhere to hide. He would find him, everywhere. He would find him no matter where he was…he had always found him. He was hunting him in this waking nightmare where he is the helpless prey.
“I brought you some flowers, love…red roses. You do like red roses, do you? Do you remember? The first time I sent you flowers it were red roses too.”
The tension in his body became bigger, as he heard the calm voice. This voice seemed to be so nice, so carrying, but he knew, that it could get sharp and harsh at the next second…and this voice belonged to him.
Weary brown eyes were closing. He didn’t want to see anything anymore.
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Beep, beep, beep
Bloody hell, that sound was loud! It hurt in his ears…what was it anyways?
Slowly Orlando opened his eyes, still tired. It took him a few seconds to realize, that the flashy sound was coming from his alarm-clock.
With a deep sigh he turned it off. He was damn tired and in no mood to stand up and go to work….
Half an hour later he had finally managed to shower and to make himself some coffee. Now he was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Viggo to pick him up, holding the cup with both hands, enjoying the warmth of it.
And he was staring at the bunch of red roses in a vase, which had definitely not been standing on his kitchen table yesterday. They had a deep red colour, almost like blood. No denying that they actually were beautiful. But still, it was weird.
He had no clue who had sent them. No card, no other sign.
It had to be a stupid joke from the Hobbits or Beanie…or both.
Just…it was nothing they’d normally do. Sending him flowers, that was just stupid and not funny at all. At least he couldn’t see what should be the funny part of it. Maybe because he still was half asleep. It would be nice, if Viggo had sent them.
With a sigh Orlando found himself in another of his daydreams, interrupted when the doorbell rang.
It was no surprise that it was Viggo, standing in front of the door. A slight smile crossed Orlando’s face. He looked handsome as always.
“Morning, prissy elf. Ready to go? That’s seldom. Normally it takes you ages to get ready….brushing your hair, manicuring your nails and all that stuff.” the elder one mused.
Orlando laughed. Warmth spread through his body at Viggo’s smile and he instantly felt comfortable in the company of the elder man.
“Yeah but you know, elves live FOREVER, so I have a lot of time for things like that…while humans just live for a short time, but I don’t think that this is an excuse for running around filthy.” He countered good humoured, before he took his keys and put them in his pocket, grabbed his coat and closed the door behind him.
He definitely wasn’t tired anymore.
After 20 minutes they arrived at the set. They had talked all the way. Orlando always felt as if he could talk about anything with Viggo. This man was able to make every topic interesting.
The big smile on Orlando’s face was at once recognized by the hobbits, who glanced meaningful at each other.
To everyone on set it was quite obvious what was going on between Orlando and Viggo….well nearly everyone. The two of them had no clue how obvious their feelings towards the other one were and kept acting as if nothing was going on.
“Morning elfboy.” They greeted as Orlando stepped into the trailer he shared with them.
“Morning.”
“Why are you grinning?” Elijah asked.
“I am not grinning.”
“Yes you are. Dom he is grinning, right?”
“Yes he is grinning.”
“Shut up.”
With that Orlando dumped down in his chair.
“Oh and before I forget it….that flower thing wasn’t funny at all. You definitely had better ideas than that before.”
The four hobbits all turned around to look at Orlando, eyebrows raised.
“What flowers are you talking about Orli? Does anyone of you know what he is talking about?” Dom asked, now looking at the others. All three shook their heads.
“Oh come on what flowers.” Orlando rolled his eyes.
“The red roses you sent, which are standing on my kitchen table now. As I said it is not funny and I really don’t see the joke.”
“Orlando we really didn’t send you flowers…..”
Elijah’s eyes lit up in an instant and a big grin spread across his face.
“Maybe Viggo sent them!”
There was silence for one moment.
Orlando blushed slightly while the exact same grin showed on the other three faces.
“Yeah it might’ve been Viggo….”
“Don’t be stupid Billy, why should Viggo send me flowers?” Orlando’s voice was a bit harsher than he had wanted but he didn’t care.
“Because Viggo likes you.”
“Because Viggo likes you very much.”
“Because Viggo….”
“Viggo DID NOT send me flowers. We are friends, that’s all so stop talking bullshit.”
“Oh do you hear that? Prissy elf is prissy.”
Dom’s laughter faded instantly, as Orlando basically would’ve killed him if looks could kill.
For the rest of the day Orlando had been in a grumpy mood. Did they know anything about it? Were the roses a stupid try to set Viggo and him up?
It had been quite easy for him to live with the lie of only liking Viggo as a friend, but if the others knew…..
No. He shook his head as if that would make the thoughts go away. They didn’t know anything because there wasn’t anything.
Except for the question of who really had sent the flowers. He still thought that it was a stupid joke from someone of the cast members, so after some time he completely forgot about the roses.
It was already dark when Orlando finally left the set. It had been an exhausting day and he was really looking forward to go to sleep now. No clubbing or going to the pub tonight.
The light in the hallway was burning. He hadn’t even switched it on in the morning so why the hell was it switched on now?
Orlando closed the door behind him, while he looked at the hallway closely. No one was here. Was that another joke? Did they really think they could scare him with that?
He sighed. It must be another joke, nothing serious.
His gaze fell on the flowers, which still stood on the kitchen table, as he entered the kitchen.
What if Elijah was right and Viggo had sent them? No…there was no way Viggo would do such a thing, it wasn’t his style. But still, the thought was nice.
Orlando smiled slightly, carefully touching one of the roses with the tip of his index finger. He was lost in his thoughts for some time, until his gaze fell upon something on the table, which definitely hadn’t been there in the morning.
A box of chocolates.
He furrowed his brow. How did that come here and even more important…who had sent them or brought them here?
Slowly he made his way around the table to have a closer look at the box. Again there was no card, no other sign. For the first time he really wasn’t to sure if all that was a joke at all.
Orlando opened the box, to find a picture lying above the candies. He took it and froze.
The picture showed him.
But it was no ordinary picture. It showed him sleeping and from what he could tell this picture had been taken last night. He hadn’t bothered to undress when he came home from the pub and on this picture he was wearing exactly the same shirt as yesterday evening.
It took Orlando some moment to realize that there was something written on the bottom of the picture.
“Angel’s peaceful sleep. I like to watch.
Love,
Me.”
What the fuck was going on? That couldn’t be a joke…or? Orlando wasn’t so sure about it anymore. Of course it could be the others, wanting to scare him, but what if not?
How could that box possibly have gotten here? Into his house. No one had a key except for him. He had locked the door in the morning. And how could someone possibly take pictures while he was sleeping? That meant that someone had been in his bedroom while he was asleep….
What was going on?
TBC
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