Lost Love (Viv vyle show)
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G through L › The Life and Times of Vivienne Vyle
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G through L › The Life and Times of Vivienne Vyle
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
989
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0
Recommended:
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I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Once more...with feeling
And this is the same day, night now, and yeah that’s all I can say. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Do not own any characters from Viv Vyle show.
Chapter 4: Once more, with feeling…
It had been a long day. After the show-which was no doubt going to get some serious ratings, courtesy of Viv going off more than once- Jonathan had insisted that they sit and talk about just what could and couldn’t be said to the guests. “Really Viv, what we consider normal and what the guests…”
“Normal?! Having a brother and sister sleeping together is normal? Cuse if that’s normal than there’s something very fucking wrong in the world.” She sighed. Jonathan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
“Can we just call it a night?”
He checked his watch. “Yes I think that would be best.” The three pushed away from the table and walked to the front office. Jonathan looked at Helena. “You all right?”
“No not really.”
“Care to talk?”
“No.” She didn’t mean to come off as cold as she had but she really wasn’t in the mood. He nodded and left silently.
Viv looked up. “All right darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Helena nodded. “And whatever trouble this man is giving you, it will go away.” She nodded again and Viv left as well.
Sighing deeply, Helena walked outside. When she looked up, she saw Tristan leaning against the wall. “Oh Christ! Are you serious?!”
“I…”
“Don’t! There is not a bloody thing you could say that would make me not hate you! Not one word!”
“Helena, I love you.”
She looked at him as if he had horns growing out of his head and snorted. “Yeah, right. You never loved anyone! Just the damn characters you played! Love?! If it was love, you wouldn’t have left me and your child, you, you!” Feeling a rage, she dug around until she found her phone and hurled it at Tristan. He moved but the phone still managed to nick his forehead above his left eye.
“Now, you ever show your face around here again, I will call the cops!” she vowed as she picked up the phone-which was not broken-and hailed a taxi.
Disclaimer: Do not own any characters from Viv Vyle show.
Chapter 4: Once more, with feeling…
It had been a long day. After the show-which was no doubt going to get some serious ratings, courtesy of Viv going off more than once- Jonathan had insisted that they sit and talk about just what could and couldn’t be said to the guests. “Really Viv, what we consider normal and what the guests…”
“Normal?! Having a brother and sister sleeping together is normal? Cuse if that’s normal than there’s something very fucking wrong in the world.” She sighed. Jonathan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
“Can we just call it a night?”
He checked his watch. “Yes I think that would be best.” The three pushed away from the table and walked to the front office. Jonathan looked at Helena. “You all right?”
“No not really.”
“Care to talk?”
“No.” She didn’t mean to come off as cold as she had but she really wasn’t in the mood. He nodded and left silently.
Viv looked up. “All right darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Helena nodded. “And whatever trouble this man is giving you, it will go away.” She nodded again and Viv left as well.
Sighing deeply, Helena walked outside. When she looked up, she saw Tristan leaning against the wall. “Oh Christ! Are you serious?!”
“I…”
“Don’t! There is not a bloody thing you could say that would make me not hate you! Not one word!”
“Helena, I love you.”
She looked at him as if he had horns growing out of his head and snorted. “Yeah, right. You never loved anyone! Just the damn characters you played! Love?! If it was love, you wouldn’t have left me and your child, you, you!” Feeling a rage, she dug around until she found her phone and hurled it at Tristan. He moved but the phone still managed to nick his forehead above his left eye.
“Now, you ever show your face around here again, I will call the cops!” she vowed as she picked up the phone-which was not broken-and hailed a taxi.