Banana Bus Imagines Fanfiction

Sing For Him Part 2

Vanoss x Brooke
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Normal POV

Her photo seemed to be the only thing that he could look at these last couple days, the happiness in her eyes gleamed.. Vanoss tried to do everything he could in attempt to keep those eyes glowing, and still he held his head low in failure. Many nights did he push the barrel of his gun against his own temple, the cold steel left goosebumps upon his neck.. But soon found he was incapable of taking himself out.

Joining her was so tempting to him. So undisciplined and weak. Yet tempting. She had always been his temptress afterall. It was as if her singing still echoed at night. Evan could've swore he heard piano keys playing, but couldn't decipher if it had been his memory or a reality.

The last time they kissed was weeks ago, behind his closed room. Romance was foreign to the male, but Brooklynn always fluttered her lashes up to him, and that alone warmed his soul. Rarely, did they kiss outside of making love. But when they had; it wasn't light hearted in the least. Sparks flew, and everytime he'd dare to think about it, he felt his bottom lip tremble from those sparks, a soft sensation of rose petals caressed his. While her sunny natural scent would engulf his senses.

Medellin had killed her by a gunshot to the head... To warn Vanoss; had been his reason of taking the only thing he had ever loved away from him the day after she sang for him. The voice that sang the song ran circles in his head. He could have prevented it all had he not underestimated, this never would have happened had she told him.

He suppressed the girl out of fear for her. Her safety was his priority, and she had him on a chain completely unaware of the power she granted him and had over him. He suppressed her out of fear of her; on the outside had he taken control.. On the inside she had unintentionally or intentionally put him under her binding spell. He tried to condition his brain, claiming she was innocent.. but his pessimistic side growled at the thought of being so vulnerable and weak to something equally as weak...

'There was no way her intentions were innocent, she did all of this on purpose. She is not dumb. Brooke knew how to get me attached and weaken but sensibilities. She knew the only way to take me out was for me to commit suicide... and thats what she wanted and planned by getting killed. Right? Right?!

None of this could've possibly be an incident. I don't make mistakes. Never. Never. Never. Never.'

Brooke's POV

I watched as he paced within my room. I could see the energy my leader emitted from the very being of his pulse. His thoughts were like glass. I smiled pathetically at the man from my bed.

Did he not know that I was okay? Did he not know I was still here? I am safe now. Just like he wanted... and even though I have my free will, I did not want keep myself away from my family. They were all mourning. And I tried to keep it humorous by playing the piano keys, switching the lights off and on, and keeping positive energy in the house. But they were too logical to believe in any after life.

I loved when Vanoss' goosebumps shown when I tried to touch or comfort him.. I enjoyed the way he jerked up in his bed when I'd accidently brush against him or accidently whisper something.. I still forget he can't hear me.

I hated the way he pushed the gun up to his head. It was a struggle to force him to lay the gun down. I didn't like the way he was now mumbling how he hated me... it hurt but I forgive him.

"Go away!"

'No.'

The man stopped and whipped around towards the bed immediatly, his eyes widened.. he was staring right at me. His breath was caught, I could sense his heart beating. I couldn't help but to exert a smile..

Vanoss' POV

I could've sworn I heard her. I don't know why I had been staring at the empty space on bed in her dark untouched room but it was instant.. She is here..

It took a minute before I could relax and breathe. My mind was playing tricks on me, her voice tainted my mind, especially when I tried to sleep.  Sitting back on the bed with a sigh, I hung my head.. Pressure becoming heavy on my shoulder but it felt relaxing as if habds were massaging me.. Warmth.. and a strange sensation of happiness overlapped with me.

I had to kill Medellin.. That is what she would want.
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Three Months later

"Tell my Leader I would sing for him again, And again. A thousand times over, until I had no voice."

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"Tell my Leader I would sing for him again, And again. A thousand times over, until I had no voice."

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"Tell my Leader I would sing for him again, And again. A thousand times over, until I had no voice."

I stared across my desk and at the opposite chair in my office, my thumb automatically putting pressure on the replay button of the recording device. The sounds of the ocean waves had been loud.. A faint cough of one of his now dead men was heard at the end of it.. So subtle, one would have to play it a hundred times to notice it.

Medellin and his men were dead. I had killed him with my own gun after he gave in tonight... I suppose he knew I was coming for his blood and gold, the only thing that could repay what he had done to Brooke. Prior, He had handed me this device.

The first time I played the recorder, I had been caught off guard.. my mouth became dry and my breath hitched.. I used all my energy into forgetting about the girl. It was when I heard her voice, I knew she still lingered around..

I had felt her in my bed next to me while I slept.. Perhaps she was sleeping too. When I was stressed, my shoulders felt that similar comforting pressure.. When I'd do work, I had often felt a pair of lingering lips brush against my cheek, her scent engulfing me. I still heard her giggle mixed in when we would all laughed.. I heard her hushed whispers constantly when I wouldn't expect it.. My mind constantly being tricked into thinking she was still alive.

"Evan, over here.."

"I love you."

"Look at me."

"Don't cry.."

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Hello."

...

"Then sing for me... Brooklynn.." I whispered weakly, I knew she was in the room across my desk.. Smiling at me as she hugged her knees.. Like she always used to do. Tears threatened my eyes. Her ghostly smokey form seemed so real..

She didn't reply or move.. her smile grew wider though. But more importantly, the gleam of her eyes shined brighter than I had ever seen. I felt my own lips tug.. Brooke was finally safe.

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Nogla's POV

"GODDAMN IT TYLER. PIECE OF SHITE." I raged, slamming my controller down on the glass table. We were playing Mario cart and Tyler had red shelled me right before I past the finish line.

"Its not my fucking fault you suck as bad a Brooke when it comes to Mariocart." He retorted, lifting his drink off the counter with his ugly ass smirk.

As if someone pushed him, his cup suddenly spilled all over him, leaving him sticky. "Goddamn it!" Unable to contain our laughs he growled and lifted himself up to go and clean himself.

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Brooke's POV

'Thats what he gets for making fun of me! Hmph. '