fellowshippers | I Tried to Forget (And Failed Misterably) 3/16

Title: I Tried to Forget (And Failed Miserably)
Chapter: 3/16
Author:

mjjgoddess
Pairings: Billy/Elijah's Mind, ViggOrli
Rating: R for situations and language
Beta:

aire_blair *gives large Dommeah plushie*
Disclaimer: ME?! OWN ANYTHING?! *falls to the ground and pounds fists in laughter*
Feedback: Ever so very important. *whips out cookies* WHO WANTS SOME?! *starts tossing liberally*
Notes: Sequel to "...Do You Remember?" Ring any bells? If it doesn't...
Archive: It's all found over here. Previous chapters can also be found there. :)

Knock, knock.

"Oh, not again..." Orlando muttered groggily, tottering towards the door while wrapping a sheet around his naked middle. He warily opened the door.

It was Elijah.

"Orlando..." he whispered, breathless. "Thank - you're - alive - "

"Elijah?" Orli reached out tentatively towards him. "You - you okay?"

"Don't touch him," interjected another voice. Viggo came out, calm, collected. Yet there was something totally different about him...

A thin, red, jagged line stood out vividly, encircling his neck.

"It's - it's him! It's HIM!!!!!!" Elijah covered his head with his hands, then sank to his knees and involuntarily began to cry. Viggo, for whatever reason, smiled a little.

"Why, what's the matter, kid? Something wrong?"

Elijah looked up at him, horror in his eyes. "What happened to your neck?" he whispered.

"My - ohhh..." Viggo reached up, feeling the faint scar running around past his jugular vein. "I - cut myself shaving."

Elijah snorted. "Yeah, and I'm the fucking queen of England. Why don't you just admit who you truely are - Billy?!"

Viggo closed his eyes, and Elijah thought he could almost see him composing himself. However, when he opened his eyes, Viggo simply smiled again.

"Now then," Viggo said, amused. "What's this about me?"

"You're not who you say you are. You're an imposter, and you're out to get me, but I won't let you. I'm too smart for it. You can try all you want, but you won't get me," Elijah babbled, gesturing towards Viggo for emphasis. "I mean, you don't expect Orlando to believe this, do you? Does he? Orlando?!?!"

But Orlando didn't respond right away, for a slightly dazed look had come over him for a minute, absent-mindedly staring at Viggo, his eyes becoming glassy and nonblinking, then it passed. Orlando blinked, then looked at Elijah for a moment, slight wonder on his face.

"Lij, what're you doing here?"

Viggo crossed the room and put a hand on Orlando's shoulder. "Now, if you're quite through with bothering us this late..." Orlando bobble-headed along. Elijah looked from one to the other, utter confusion evident on his features, before being led out to the front door by Viggo. As he turned to shut the door, Viggo paused.

"Don't go making waves kid...you'll find you're in too deep already." He fixed his stare onto Elijah.

Where there once was Viggo's warm, gray, fun eyes...were now cold, heartless, cruel ice-green...

Billy's eyes....

The door slammed in Elijah's face.

"Billy! Open the fucking door! Do you hear me?! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!!!" Elijah pounded on it, then waited...as it opened a crack. Orlando's eye stuck out, and he had, Elijah realized, chain-locked it.

"Lij, there's no Billy here. Billy died. You killed him. Go home."

The door shut and several locks clicked. Elijah lost all remaining patience.

"Orlando, you fucking dickhead, he's a fucking imposter, so if you would fucking think of more than your fucking dick, then maybe you would fucking understand me!!! ORLANDO!!!!!!!!!!!!"

From inside a voice floated outward. "Kid, if you don't fucking leave I'm gonna call the police...and you don't want to explode so violently, now do you? Think what happened...to Billy."

"Fuck you," Elijah whispered, but it was worthless now - his anger was spent, and confusion began to take over - again. Turning, he went down the steps, ignoring the rain as he stalked angrily back to his place.

I Tried to Forget (And Failed Misterably) 3/16

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