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Title: Zombie
Author: Eliyah
Pairing: BB/VM, DM/BB
Rating: R
Category: Horror
Disclaimer: Although I have never met Viggo, I am sure he is not undead. Other wild fictional things hereunder.
Summary: Billy buries Viggo's gayness deep out of mind.
Billy killed Viggo.
One minute Viggo was rolling on Billy's couch, legs kicking, crotch jerking, body spasming, laughing his head off.
The next minute Viggo's laughter died down and he was dead.
Billy toed Viggo's inexplicable corpse.
There's an overreaction, it wasn't even a really funny joke.
This topped off an already tiresome evening for Billy. Which began with Viggo showing up uninvited, with half a bucket of slimey fish, insisting that they have Thai green curry together.
Viggo proceeded to guffaw very loudly at everything Billy said during dinner. And when Viggo wasn't laughing tunelessly, he was smiling at nothing and sighing wistfully, when he thought Billy wasn't looking.
It was bad enough of Viggo to barge into Billy's evening of solitary reading. But now Viggo's had the gracelessly lack of decorum to drop dead too.
It was all too much for Billy. Billy popped Viggo in the car, drove to the pier and dumped Viggo along with his fishing gear.
It would appear to all and sundry that Viggo had frozen to death on a late night fishing expedition.
Billy plan was perfect, except for one thing.
The next morning Billy bumped into Viggo on set.
Viggo's lips were bluish and his skin green. But makeup soon fixed that up with some lipstick and foundation.
Billy froze in horror. Viggo had come back from the dead and was now waving cheerfully at him.
Billy's eyes narrowed.
"Don't you think Viggo looks abit pale?" Billy hinted at Dom. "Deathly, one might say."
"Checking Viggo out, are we?" Dom took it all wrong. "Oh yeah, I could perv on Viggo all afternoon, he's so sexy. Fancies you too, told me he wants to gay pash you."
Billy gave a disgusted grimace.
"He's not bad at it, really," Dom grinned. "Stop repressing and join the bisexuals."
"I'm not, it's not about that," Billy tried to explain to Dom. "It's not natural, what Viggo is."
"Billy, I never took you for a homophobe!" Dom tsked. "Come on, be a sport. Embrace those Viggo inspired feelings."
"No," Billy said meaningfully. "I'd like to keep all things Viggo buried deep."
At a cross road, under a church, Billy added to himself.
But Dom seemed intent not to understand.
When there was a break in the shooting, Viggo caught Billy alone in a copse of trees.
"Billy, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," Viggo touched Billy's cheek with an icy hand.
"I know!" Billy cried out. "You're the undead. I'm onto you."
Viggo looked taken aback.
"And I know just what to do with you!" Billy crowed bravely. "I have here, with me, a lucky hare's foot."
Billy brandished his key ring. "So get back before I stab you with it, you heathen creature!"
Viggo ran away. Though Billy wasn't sure if it was because of his weapon or Peter's set call.
Billy went home that night and found all his lucky charms. There was a four leaf clover bookmark, a cruicifix, an ashtray with a leprechaun on it and some Tibetan preying beads Dom had given him.
Billy placed these items strategically around the unit, in keeping with feng shui principals to keep out evil spirits.
But the inevitable knock came at precisely midnight.
There was Viggo, tapping the windows and peering in with his deeply sunken eyes.
"Please don't pretend you're not there," Viggo clawed Billy's doorjamb, calling through the keyhole. "I can see you."
"Go back to hell," Billy called back.
"But Billy!" Viggo exclaimed at the injustice. "I just want to talk to you. We've got a lot to discuss, about our sensual feelings. I feel very strongly about you and I'll never leave you alone if you won't just admit that you return my soul's call."
"Oh heck," Billy opened the door.
Billy dented Viggo's skull with the ashtray.
Billy packed Viggo into his car and drove to the beach.
Billy buried Viggo with sand and disguised the mound with a scattering of sea daisies.
Peter was mad with worry when Viggo didn't turn up to the set in the morning.
"I thought he went to your place last night," Dom nudged Billy. "What happened? You wore him out?"
Billy gagged at the insinuation and evaded Dom's twinkling eyes.
"He never came, and we're not like that," Billy murmured.
Early evening, Viggo appeared. Lumbering onto set much to everybody's relief except Billy's.
"He looks terrible," even Dom noticed.
Billy nodded as calmly as he could. Dom had no idea how truly horrible the sight was. Viggo was stumbling about unsteadily. White as a ghost, Viggo wore a red beanie on his head, to hold his brains in, shuddered Billy.
Viggo ignored Peter's outraged protests and brushed aside Dom's concerned inquiries.
Viggo marched towards Billy.
Billy breathed hard. Surely, Viggo wouldn't reveal himself in public?
Viggo's arms came up, his hands stretched towards Billy, as if to hug him. Billy shook his head and whimpered.
"He's a zombie! Help me!" Billy screamed.
Billy's scream trilled through the din of the set. All eyes turned to Billy and Viggo.
Viggo paused and twisted his lifeless face to the crowd that gathered around them.
Billy could have cried he was so relieved.
Dom was gaping at them, pointing.
"Come on, stake Viggo," Billy called out hastily.
That finally jerked Dom into action. Dom laughed. So joyfully that everyone followed.
Hysterical laughter flooded Billy's ears and drowned out all his hope.
People were still clapping Billy on the back, saying "good one" and snickering when Viggo descended on Billy, throwing Dom a bunch of welting daisies and crushing Billy to his chest.
Viggo firmed against Billy, rigor mortis setting in.
Only Billy saw that Viggo's lips were black as his head ducked down to suck out Billy's soul.
* * * * *
Dom gave Billy an uneasy look.
Billy hummed tunelessly as he smeared on raspberry lip-gloss.
Dom shivered when Billy turned to him, with mouth glistening.
"Stop repressing Dom," Billy puckered his lips slowly.
"I never did," Dom smashed his lips to Billy's.
Dom's pink lipstick came off as they kissed, revealing the violet black beneath.
Author: Eliyah
Pairing: BB/VM, DM/BB
Rating: R
Category: Horror
Disclaimer: Although I have never met Viggo, I am sure he is not undead. Other wild fictional things hereunder.
Summary: Billy buries Viggo's gayness deep out of mind.
Billy killed Viggo.
One minute Viggo was rolling on Billy's couch, legs kicking, crotch jerking, body spasming, laughing his head off.
The next minute Viggo's laughter died down and he was dead.
Billy toed Viggo's inexplicable corpse.
There's an overreaction, it wasn't even a really funny joke.
This topped off an already tiresome evening for Billy. Which began with Viggo showing up uninvited, with half a bucket of slimey fish, insisting that they have Thai green curry together.
Viggo proceeded to guffaw very loudly at everything Billy said during dinner. And when Viggo wasn't laughing tunelessly, he was smiling at nothing and sighing wistfully, when he thought Billy wasn't looking.
It was bad enough of Viggo to barge into Billy's evening of solitary reading. But now Viggo's had the gracelessly lack of decorum to drop dead too.
It was all too much for Billy. Billy popped Viggo in the car, drove to the pier and dumped Viggo along with his fishing gear.
It would appear to all and sundry that Viggo had frozen to death on a late night fishing expedition.
Billy plan was perfect, except for one thing.
The next morning Billy bumped into Viggo on set.
Viggo's lips were bluish and his skin green. But makeup soon fixed that up with some lipstick and foundation.
Billy froze in horror. Viggo had come back from the dead and was now waving cheerfully at him.
Billy's eyes narrowed.
"Don't you think Viggo looks abit pale?" Billy hinted at Dom. "Deathly, one might say."
"Checking Viggo out, are we?" Dom took it all wrong. "Oh yeah, I could perv on Viggo all afternoon, he's so sexy. Fancies you too, told me he wants to gay pash you."
Billy gave a disgusted grimace.
"He's not bad at it, really," Dom grinned. "Stop repressing and join the bisexuals."
"I'm not, it's not about that," Billy tried to explain to Dom. "It's not natural, what Viggo is."
"Billy, I never took you for a homophobe!" Dom tsked. "Come on, be a sport. Embrace those Viggo inspired feelings."
"No," Billy said meaningfully. "I'd like to keep all things Viggo buried deep."
At a cross road, under a church, Billy added to himself.
But Dom seemed intent not to understand.
When there was a break in the shooting, Viggo caught Billy alone in a copse of trees.
"Billy, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," Viggo touched Billy's cheek with an icy hand.
"I know!" Billy cried out. "You're the undead. I'm onto you."
Viggo looked taken aback.
"And I know just what to do with you!" Billy crowed bravely. "I have here, with me, a lucky hare's foot."
Billy brandished his key ring. "So get back before I stab you with it, you heathen creature!"
Viggo ran away. Though Billy wasn't sure if it was because of his weapon or Peter's set call.
Billy went home that night and found all his lucky charms. There was a four leaf clover bookmark, a cruicifix, an ashtray with a leprechaun on it and some Tibetan preying beads Dom had given him.
Billy placed these items strategically around the unit, in keeping with feng shui principals to keep out evil spirits.
But the inevitable knock came at precisely midnight.
There was Viggo, tapping the windows and peering in with his deeply sunken eyes.
"Please don't pretend you're not there," Viggo clawed Billy's doorjamb, calling through the keyhole. "I can see you."
"Go back to hell," Billy called back.
"But Billy!" Viggo exclaimed at the injustice. "I just want to talk to you. We've got a lot to discuss, about our sensual feelings. I feel very strongly about you and I'll never leave you alone if you won't just admit that you return my soul's call."
"Oh heck," Billy opened the door.
Billy dented Viggo's skull with the ashtray.
Billy packed Viggo into his car and drove to the beach.
Billy buried Viggo with sand and disguised the mound with a scattering of sea daisies.
Peter was mad with worry when Viggo didn't turn up to the set in the morning.
"I thought he went to your place last night," Dom nudged Billy. "What happened? You wore him out?"
Billy gagged at the insinuation and evaded Dom's twinkling eyes.
"He never came, and we're not like that," Billy murmured.
Early evening, Viggo appeared. Lumbering onto set much to everybody's relief except Billy's.
"He looks terrible," even Dom noticed.
Billy nodded as calmly as he could. Dom had no idea how truly horrible the sight was. Viggo was stumbling about unsteadily. White as a ghost, Viggo wore a red beanie on his head, to hold his brains in, shuddered Billy.
Viggo ignored Peter's outraged protests and brushed aside Dom's concerned inquiries.
Viggo marched towards Billy.
Billy breathed hard. Surely, Viggo wouldn't reveal himself in public?
Viggo's arms came up, his hands stretched towards Billy, as if to hug him. Billy shook his head and whimpered.
"He's a zombie! Help me!" Billy screamed.
Billy's scream trilled through the din of the set. All eyes turned to Billy and Viggo.
Viggo paused and twisted his lifeless face to the crowd that gathered around them.
Billy could have cried he was so relieved.
Dom was gaping at them, pointing.
"Come on, stake Viggo," Billy called out hastily.
That finally jerked Dom into action. Dom laughed. So joyfully that everyone followed.
Hysterical laughter flooded Billy's ears and drowned out all his hope.
People were still clapping Billy on the back, saying "good one" and snickering when Viggo descended on Billy, throwing Dom a bunch of welting daisies and crushing Billy to his chest.
Viggo firmed against Billy, rigor mortis setting in.
Only Billy saw that Viggo's lips were black as his head ducked down to suck out Billy's soul.
* * * * *
Dom gave Billy an uneasy look.
Billy hummed tunelessly as he smeared on raspberry lip-gloss.
Dom shivered when Billy turned to him, with mouth glistening.
"Stop repressing Dom," Billy puckered his lips slowly.
"I never did," Dom smashed his lips to Billy's.
Dom's pink lipstick came off as they kissed, revealing the violet black beneath.
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(i couldn't resist reading it with a disclaimer of "Although I have never met Viggo, I am sure he is not undead.")
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You know, I was thinking the same exact thing - what with the showcasing of Billy smearing the lip gloss over his lips to conceal the fact that he became part of the undead. I'm only taking a stab in the dark with this, but I guess the angle
P.S. your icon of Viggo giving Billy a wet willy is interesting and slightly disturbing.
I really do hope Billy fully cleaned his ears that morningno subject
Or at least that's what I was trying to write about, thanks for pointing out the lack of clarity. I'm finding the supernatural themes hard to write about, like, if it's vampires, you have to do a whole explanation about what sort of vampires they are, what kills them, same with werewolves, and zombies. But that's fun of it too, I guess.
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Thank you!
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