My Fanfiction
Posted: Sat May 01, 2004 10:38 am
This is a songfic about Holden and Vincent. I am putting it on here because Kelly no longer has a fanfic page. The song is sung by Linkin Park. (I DONT OWN THIS!!)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ARCANA EITHER. IT ALL BELONGS TO KELLY WHO DOES AN EXCELLENT JOB AT DRAWING.
EASIER TO RUN by VINCENT'S CHICK
HOLDEN'S POV
"ITS EASIER TO RUN
REPLACING THIS PAIN WITH SOMETHING NUMB
ITS SO MUCH EASIER TO GO
THAN FACE ALL THIS PAIN HERE ALL ALONE"
HOLDEN LAYED IN HIS BED, THE TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE. BLOOD TRICKLED FROM THE SCRATCHES VINCENT HAD LEFT ON HIS CHEST. HIS BODY ACHED ALL OVER AND HE FELT DIRTY.VINCENT HAD HURT HIM MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE HAD EVER DONE, AND YET, HE COULDN'T FIND IT IN HIS HEART TO HATE HIM.
"SOMETHING HAS BEEN TAKEN
FROM DEEP OF ME
A SECRET I'VE KEPT LOCKED AWAY
NO ONE CAN EVER SEE
WOUNDS SO DEEP THEY NEVER SHOW
THEY NEVER GO AWAY
LIKE MOVING PICTURES IN MY HEAD
FOR YEARS AND YEARS THEY'VE PLAYED"
IT HAD BEEN 4 YEARS SINCE VINCENT'S ASSAULT AND HOLDEN STILL DREAMT ABOUT IT. IT WAS LIKE A CONSTANT MOVIE IN HIS HEAD, THAT HE ALWAYS WOKE UP SCREAMING FROM. THIS NIGHT WAS JUST LIKE ALL THOSE OTHERS. HE HAD WOKEN UP WITH A START, HIS BODY DRIPPING WITH SWEAT. LOOKING ACROSS THE ROOM TO MAKE SURE HE HADN'T WOKEN UP CAINE, HE SOFTLY WALKED TO THE WINDOW AND PULLED IT OPEN, GREETING THE COOL NIGHT AIR THAT DRIFTED IN. HE LEANED ON THE WINDOWSILL AND LOOKED OUT AT THE CLUMP OF TREES IN THE BACKYARD. THEY SWAYED SLIGHTLY IN THE BREEZE, MAKING THEM SEEM A BIT DISTORTED. HOLDEN GAVE A SOFT SIGH AND WONDERED WHERE VINCENT WAS
NOW. HE WAS ABOUT TO TURN AWAY, WHEN HE SAW A FIGURE MOVE IN-BETWEEN THE TREES. HE STARED AT THE TREES FOR A COUPLE MORE MINUTES, BUT WHEN NOTHING MOVED AGAIN, HE PROCLAIMED IT A TRICK THAT HIS EYES HAD PLAYED ON HIM AND WENT BACK TO BED.
VINCENT'S POV
THE FIGHTING WAS FINALLY OVER BETWEEN THE VAMPIRE AND THE HARPIES, AND HE WAS STILL ALIVE. HE FELT EXHAUSTED AS HE MADE HIS WAY DOWN ALLEYWAYS AND STREETS, HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS AND HIS HEAD BOWED. HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO SEE HOLDEN. OF COURSE, HE WASN'T SURE OF WHAT WOULD BE HOLDEN'S REACTION, BUT HE WANTED NOTHING MORE THAN TO SEE HIS LOVE. JUMPING OVER A FENCE WITH CAT-LIKE GRACE, HE MADE HIS WAY OVER TO THE GATHERING OF TREES IN HOLDEN'S YARD. 'I HAVE TO BE GENTILE WITH HIM' HE REMINDED HIMSELF. GOD KNOWS HE HAD HURT HIM SO MUCH BEFORE. VINCENT COULD STILL REMEMBER HOLDEN'S FACE THE NIGHT THAT HE HAD RAPED HIM. IT WAS FULL OF HURT AND MISUNDERSTANDING, AND HE HAD CAUSED THAT. HE SCREWED HIS EYES SHUT IN AGONY, HOLDING BACK THE TEARS. WHY DID HE DO IT? WHY DID HE HURT HIM IF HE LOVED HIM SO MUCH?
"IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MOVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
IF I COULD TAKE ALL THE SHAME TO THE GRAVE I WOULD
IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MAVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
I WOULD TAKE ALL MY SHAME TO THE GRAVE"
VINCENT WIPED THE TEARS AWAY FURIOUSLY AND BIT HIS LOWER LIP, WELCOMING THE BLOOD THAT GUSHED INTO HIS MOUTH. HE LOOKED UP AT THE WINDOW OF HOLDEN AND CAINE'S ROOM JUST AS SOMEONE OPEN IT. HE SAW HOLDEN LEAN ON THE SILL AND LOOK IN HIS DIRECTION. VINCENT JUST WANTED TO GRAB HIM AND KISS HIM, BUT HE KNEW HE COULDN'T JUST YET. HE HID HIMSELF BEHIND ONE OF THE LARGER TREES, UNAWARE THAT HOLDEN HAD SPOTTED HIM. HE WOULD LEAVE FOR NOW AND RETURN WHEN HE HAD COME UP WITH A BETTER STRATEGY.
"ITS EASIER TO RUN
REPLACING THIS PAIN WITH SOMETHING NUMB
ITS SO MUCH EASIER TO GO
THAN FACE ALL THIS PAIN HERE ALL ALONE"
HOLDEN'S POV
HOLDEN HAD WOKEN UP FEELING GROGGY AND SICK. IT WAS RAINING AND HIS HEAD FELT LIKE IT HAD BEEN SPLIT OPEN. HE LOOKED OVER AT CAINE'S BED AND WONDERED WHERE HE WAS. IT WAS SATURDAY AND CAINE WAS NEVER UP BEFORE 11 ON A SATURDAY. CLUMSILY HE GOT UP AND MADE HIS WAY DOWNSTAIRS. "CAINE?" NO ANSWER. HE WALKED INTO THE KITCHEN AND OPENED THE FRIDGE. A 1/4 FILLED BOTTLE OF MILK, A BOX OF CEREAL, AND SOME EMPTY BOTTLES OF MUSTARD AND KETCHUP LINED THE INSIDE. 'BETTER GO SHOPPING LATER,' HE THOUGHT, TAKING OUT THE MILK AND CEREAL. HE SAT DOWN AT THE TABLE AND DUG IN TO HIS CRAPPY BREAKFAST, TRYING HARD NOT TO THINK OF VINCENT. HE COULD NO LONGER SLEEP WITHOUT HAVING VINCENT INVADING HIS DREAMS AND NOW HE WAS ALSO INVADING HIS WAKING MOMENTS."SHIT," HE CURSED, SLAMMING HIS FIST ON THE TABLE. "JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU STUPID BASTARD!" HE SCREAMED AT THE EMPTY HOUSE.
"SOMETIMES I REMEMBER
THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST
BRINGING BACK THESE MEMORIES
I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE
SOMETIMES I THINK OF LETTING GO
AND NEVER LOOKING BACK
AND NEVER MOVING FORWARD SO
THERE WOULD NEVER BE A PAST"
HOLDEN KNEW WHAT HE HAD TO DO IF HE WANTED VINCENT OUT OF HIS MIND. WALKING OVER TO THE COUNTER, HE PICKED UP THE KNIFE AND HELD IT UP TO HIS WRIST. 'A COUPLE OF SLICES AND THE PAIN WILL BE OVER,' HE THOUGHT. 'VINCENT WILL BE OUT OF MY MIND FOREVER.' HE LOOKED DOWN AT THE KNIFE AND BEFORE HE COULD CHANGE HIS MIND, HE MADE A GASH DOWN HIS WRIST.
VINCENT'S POV
VINCENT MADE HIS WAY OVER TO HOLDEN'S HOUSE.LUCKILY IT WAS RAINING AND THE CLOUDS WERE COVERING THE SUN. HE HAD THOUGHT ALL NIGHT ABOUT WHAT TO SAY TO HOLDEN. HE WOULD TELL HIM HE LOVED HIM AND THAT HE WAS VERY SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. HE INCREASED HIS PACE AS HE THOUGHT ABOUT HAVING HOLDEN IN HIS ARMS, KISSING HIM, PLEASURING HIM IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE. JUMPING OVER THE FENCE LIKE THE NIGHT BEFORE, HE MADE HIS WAY UP TO THE HOUSE AND THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW. HE WALKED THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM INTO THE HALL. HIS FIRST THOUGHT WAS TO GO TO HOLDEN'S ROOM, BUT A TANTALIZING SMELL LED HIM TO THE KITCHEN. IT SMELT LIKE BLOOD! HE HAD SMELT THIS BLOOD BEFORE, THE NIGHT HE HAD HURT HOLDEN... "HOLDEN?!!" VINCENT RAN INTO THE KITCHEN WHERE HOLDEN LAYED ON THE FLOOR, THE KNIFE A FEW FEET AWAY. KNEELING BY HIS LOVE, HE STROKED THE BLONDE BOY'S CHEEK. "VINCENT?" THE VOICE WAS NO HIGHER THAN A WHISPER. "HOLDEN I'M SO SORRY," SAID VINCENT SOBBING. "PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!"
"IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MOVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
IF I COULD TAKE ALL THE SHAME TO THE GRAVE I WOULD
IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MAVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
I WOULD TAKE ALL MY SHAME TO THE GRAVE"
"I DO, VINCENT, I FORGIVE YOU." HOLDEN'S BREATHED IN RAGGEDLY."VINCENT?" "YES, HOLDEN?" "I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU."
HOLDEN'S HEAD LOLLED TO THE SIDE AS HE BREATHED IN HIS LAST BREATH.
"JUST WASHING IT ASIDE
ALL OF THE HELPLESSNESS INSIDE
PRETENDING I DON'T FELL MISPLACED
IS SO MUCH SIMPLER THAN CHANGE"
"ITS EASIER TO RUN
IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MOVE THAT I MADE "
"ITS EASIER TO RUN
IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MOVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
I WOULD TAKE ALL MY SHAME
TO THE GRAVE"
FIN
Please Review!!!!!!!!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ARCANA EITHER. IT ALL BELONGS TO KELLY WHO DOES AN EXCELLENT JOB AT DRAWING.
EASIER TO RUN by VINCENT'S CHICK
HOLDEN'S POV
"ITS EASIER TO RUN
REPLACING THIS PAIN WITH SOMETHING NUMB
ITS SO MUCH EASIER TO GO
THAN FACE ALL THIS PAIN HERE ALL ALONE"
HOLDEN LAYED IN HIS BED, THE TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE. BLOOD TRICKLED FROM THE SCRATCHES VINCENT HAD LEFT ON HIS CHEST. HIS BODY ACHED ALL OVER AND HE FELT DIRTY.VINCENT HAD HURT HIM MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE HAD EVER DONE, AND YET, HE COULDN'T FIND IT IN HIS HEART TO HATE HIM.
"SOMETHING HAS BEEN TAKEN
FROM DEEP OF ME
A SECRET I'VE KEPT LOCKED AWAY
NO ONE CAN EVER SEE
WOUNDS SO DEEP THEY NEVER SHOW
THEY NEVER GO AWAY
LIKE MOVING PICTURES IN MY HEAD
FOR YEARS AND YEARS THEY'VE PLAYED"
IT HAD BEEN 4 YEARS SINCE VINCENT'S ASSAULT AND HOLDEN STILL DREAMT ABOUT IT. IT WAS LIKE A CONSTANT MOVIE IN HIS HEAD, THAT HE ALWAYS WOKE UP SCREAMING FROM. THIS NIGHT WAS JUST LIKE ALL THOSE OTHERS. HE HAD WOKEN UP WITH A START, HIS BODY DRIPPING WITH SWEAT. LOOKING ACROSS THE ROOM TO MAKE SURE HE HADN'T WOKEN UP CAINE, HE SOFTLY WALKED TO THE WINDOW AND PULLED IT OPEN, GREETING THE COOL NIGHT AIR THAT DRIFTED IN. HE LEANED ON THE WINDOWSILL AND LOOKED OUT AT THE CLUMP OF TREES IN THE BACKYARD. THEY SWAYED SLIGHTLY IN THE BREEZE, MAKING THEM SEEM A BIT DISTORTED. HOLDEN GAVE A SOFT SIGH AND WONDERED WHERE VINCENT WAS
NOW. HE WAS ABOUT TO TURN AWAY, WHEN HE SAW A FIGURE MOVE IN-BETWEEN THE TREES. HE STARED AT THE TREES FOR A COUPLE MORE MINUTES, BUT WHEN NOTHING MOVED AGAIN, HE PROCLAIMED IT A TRICK THAT HIS EYES HAD PLAYED ON HIM AND WENT BACK TO BED.
VINCENT'S POV
THE FIGHTING WAS FINALLY OVER BETWEEN THE VAMPIRE AND THE HARPIES, AND HE WAS STILL ALIVE. HE FELT EXHAUSTED AS HE MADE HIS WAY DOWN ALLEYWAYS AND STREETS, HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS AND HIS HEAD BOWED. HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO SEE HOLDEN. OF COURSE, HE WASN'T SURE OF WHAT WOULD BE HOLDEN'S REACTION, BUT HE WANTED NOTHING MORE THAN TO SEE HIS LOVE. JUMPING OVER A FENCE WITH CAT-LIKE GRACE, HE MADE HIS WAY OVER TO THE GATHERING OF TREES IN HOLDEN'S YARD. 'I HAVE TO BE GENTILE WITH HIM' HE REMINDED HIMSELF. GOD KNOWS HE HAD HURT HIM SO MUCH BEFORE. VINCENT COULD STILL REMEMBER HOLDEN'S FACE THE NIGHT THAT HE HAD RAPED HIM. IT WAS FULL OF HURT AND MISUNDERSTANDING, AND HE HAD CAUSED THAT. HE SCREWED HIS EYES SHUT IN AGONY, HOLDING BACK THE TEARS. WHY DID HE DO IT? WHY DID HE HURT HIM IF HE LOVED HIM SO MUCH?
"IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MOVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
IF I COULD TAKE ALL THE SHAME TO THE GRAVE I WOULD
IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MAVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
I WOULD TAKE ALL MY SHAME TO THE GRAVE"
VINCENT WIPED THE TEARS AWAY FURIOUSLY AND BIT HIS LOWER LIP, WELCOMING THE BLOOD THAT GUSHED INTO HIS MOUTH. HE LOOKED UP AT THE WINDOW OF HOLDEN AND CAINE'S ROOM JUST AS SOMEONE OPEN IT. HE SAW HOLDEN LEAN ON THE SILL AND LOOK IN HIS DIRECTION. VINCENT JUST WANTED TO GRAB HIM AND KISS HIM, BUT HE KNEW HE COULDN'T JUST YET. HE HID HIMSELF BEHIND ONE OF THE LARGER TREES, UNAWARE THAT HOLDEN HAD SPOTTED HIM. HE WOULD LEAVE FOR NOW AND RETURN WHEN HE HAD COME UP WITH A BETTER STRATEGY.
"ITS EASIER TO RUN
REPLACING THIS PAIN WITH SOMETHING NUMB
ITS SO MUCH EASIER TO GO
THAN FACE ALL THIS PAIN HERE ALL ALONE"
HOLDEN'S POV
HOLDEN HAD WOKEN UP FEELING GROGGY AND SICK. IT WAS RAINING AND HIS HEAD FELT LIKE IT HAD BEEN SPLIT OPEN. HE LOOKED OVER AT CAINE'S BED AND WONDERED WHERE HE WAS. IT WAS SATURDAY AND CAINE WAS NEVER UP BEFORE 11 ON A SATURDAY. CLUMSILY HE GOT UP AND MADE HIS WAY DOWNSTAIRS. "CAINE?" NO ANSWER. HE WALKED INTO THE KITCHEN AND OPENED THE FRIDGE. A 1/4 FILLED BOTTLE OF MILK, A BOX OF CEREAL, AND SOME EMPTY BOTTLES OF MUSTARD AND KETCHUP LINED THE INSIDE. 'BETTER GO SHOPPING LATER,' HE THOUGHT, TAKING OUT THE MILK AND CEREAL. HE SAT DOWN AT THE TABLE AND DUG IN TO HIS CRAPPY BREAKFAST, TRYING HARD NOT TO THINK OF VINCENT. HE COULD NO LONGER SLEEP WITHOUT HAVING VINCENT INVADING HIS DREAMS AND NOW HE WAS ALSO INVADING HIS WAKING MOMENTS."SHIT," HE CURSED, SLAMMING HIS FIST ON THE TABLE. "JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU STUPID BASTARD!" HE SCREAMED AT THE EMPTY HOUSE.
"SOMETIMES I REMEMBER
THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST
BRINGING BACK THESE MEMORIES
I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE
SOMETIMES I THINK OF LETTING GO
AND NEVER LOOKING BACK
AND NEVER MOVING FORWARD SO
THERE WOULD NEVER BE A PAST"
HOLDEN KNEW WHAT HE HAD TO DO IF HE WANTED VINCENT OUT OF HIS MIND. WALKING OVER TO THE COUNTER, HE PICKED UP THE KNIFE AND HELD IT UP TO HIS WRIST. 'A COUPLE OF SLICES AND THE PAIN WILL BE OVER,' HE THOUGHT. 'VINCENT WILL BE OUT OF MY MIND FOREVER.' HE LOOKED DOWN AT THE KNIFE AND BEFORE HE COULD CHANGE HIS MIND, HE MADE A GASH DOWN HIS WRIST.
VINCENT'S POV
VINCENT MADE HIS WAY OVER TO HOLDEN'S HOUSE.LUCKILY IT WAS RAINING AND THE CLOUDS WERE COVERING THE SUN. HE HAD THOUGHT ALL NIGHT ABOUT WHAT TO SAY TO HOLDEN. HE WOULD TELL HIM HE LOVED HIM AND THAT HE WAS VERY SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. HE INCREASED HIS PACE AS HE THOUGHT ABOUT HAVING HOLDEN IN HIS ARMS, KISSING HIM, PLEASURING HIM IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE. JUMPING OVER THE FENCE LIKE THE NIGHT BEFORE, HE MADE HIS WAY UP TO THE HOUSE AND THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW. HE WALKED THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM INTO THE HALL. HIS FIRST THOUGHT WAS TO GO TO HOLDEN'S ROOM, BUT A TANTALIZING SMELL LED HIM TO THE KITCHEN. IT SMELT LIKE BLOOD! HE HAD SMELT THIS BLOOD BEFORE, THE NIGHT HE HAD HURT HOLDEN... "HOLDEN?!!" VINCENT RAN INTO THE KITCHEN WHERE HOLDEN LAYED ON THE FLOOR, THE KNIFE A FEW FEET AWAY. KNEELING BY HIS LOVE, HE STROKED THE BLONDE BOY'S CHEEK. "VINCENT?" THE VOICE WAS NO HIGHER THAN A WHISPER. "HOLDEN I'M SO SORRY," SAID VINCENT SOBBING. "PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!"
"IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MOVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
IF I COULD TAKE ALL THE SHAME TO THE GRAVE I WOULD
IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MAVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
I WOULD TAKE ALL MY SHAME TO THE GRAVE"
"I DO, VINCENT, I FORGIVE YOU." HOLDEN'S BREATHED IN RAGGEDLY."VINCENT?" "YES, HOLDEN?" "I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU."
HOLDEN'S HEAD LOLLED TO THE SIDE AS HE BREATHED IN HIS LAST BREATH.
"JUST WASHING IT ASIDE
ALL OF THE HELPLESSNESS INSIDE
PRETENDING I DON'T FELL MISPLACED
IS SO MUCH SIMPLER THAN CHANGE"
"ITS EASIER TO RUN
IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MOVE THAT I MADE "
"ITS EASIER TO RUN
IF I COULD CHANGE I WOULD
TAKE BACK THE PAIN I WOULD
REPLACE EVERY WRONG MOVE THAT I MADE I WOULD
IF I COULD
STAND UP AND TAKE THE BLAME I WOULD
I WOULD TAKE ALL MY SHAME
TO THE GRAVE"
FIN
Please Review!!!!!!!!
Noooo! Why!? WHY!? *cries*
Mave?
Nice writing though, and I agree with King on the caps thing, its just not right.