vince schneider one shots

the calm before the storm (v.s.)

The night Vince goes out to the bar, the night he was supposed to die..

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Vince Schneider sauntered down the stairs. Dressed in his black skinny jeans with his black undershirt sported with his orange plaid cut up sleeved flannel. His hair slicked back as he retrieved his black boots to finish off his outfit. An outfit that Leslie disproved of.

Leslie's eyes narrowed as she quietly observed Vince's every move, a twisted sense of dread coursing through her veins not listening to Vince as he sauntered over

"Aight, see ya." He gruffly says.

Leslie chewed on her bottom lip slightly, "Where are you going?"

"Out." Vince muttered, rolling his eyes slightly.

  "Be careful out there Vince, you know what's upon us."

"Yeah, yeah, Ma I'll be careful." Vince replied, shrinking away from her lecturing gaze as he grabs his keys and sauntered off towards the door giving his mother a two finger salute before heading to his car, pulling out of the lot and drove to the bar.

Leslie knew this was the calm before the storm.
The storm would always come, especially on the 25th anniversary of when Stu Macher and his best friend, Billy Loomis killed everyone.

        The tension was thick and eerie outside the house, Leslie could already have this quivering feeling in her gut. A part of her felt a strange urge to go check on Vince.

She called him but he hadn't answered.

Her panic quickened as she starts to drive to the bar.

  Right as Vince Schneider had dove out from his window to retrieve his keys from his car, pulling out with a scoff.

"Vince!"

Leslie Macher, his mom calls.

Startling him.

"Jesus.."

Vince had jumped at suddenly being called. He turned around to greet his mother.

"Ma, you scared the hell outta me.."

Leslie immediately came running over wrapping her arms around Vince. "oh thank god," she gasped aloud, tightening the embrace despite her son not doing well with affection

Vince let out a grunt as his mom wrapped her arms around him. Even though he was used to it he still wasn't a fan of being touched.

"Ma.. you're squeezing me too tight.." he muttered, slightly uncomfortable.

She immediately pulls away from him and gently did a Quick Look over. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She asked beginning to worry about Vince as she grabs his arm, inspecting it before looking at his shirt and his face closely checking every inch of him

Vince tried to hold back rolling his eyes. He let out a long sigh as his mother began to fuss over him, inspecting his arms and shirt.

"Ma, I'm fine. See? I ain't a baby anymore. I can handle myself.."

Vince pulled away from her grasp. Although he knew she was just worried for him, he didn't like being fretted over so much.

Leslie sighed as she gently stroked her son's cheek. She knew Vince was 22 years old and could technically take care of himself but she was terrified that maybe there would be a day where he wasn't so lucky

Vince tolerated the small show of affection and didn't pull away from her touch this time. He did roll his eyes for a second but relaxed again in the end.

"Geez, ma, you keep worrying about me like this you'll go gray.." he teased, smirking a little.

Leslie lightly slapped Vince's shoulder.
"I'm sorry honey.. I'm just.. it's that time of year again.."

"Oh, right.. that.."

Vince sighed, he knew what his mom was referring to. It was nearly the anniversary of Billy and Stu's massacre.

"Trust me ma, I'm not gonna end up like him. I'm too tough." he stated.

Leslie lightly smiled at Vince, gently stroking his cheek again. "Yes you are a strong handsome devil."

"Damn straight I am."

Vince chuckled as his mom stroked his cheek again. For a second, his gaze softened, though that was only brief.

"So please, stop fretting over me so much. I'm a big boy and I can take care of myself.." he said, trying to sound reassuring.

Leslie sighed, gently stroking his cheek one more time. "just.. please come home."

Vince nodded slightly. He knew he couldn't exactly refuse when she asked him nicely like that. Besides, after the anniversary of the killings, she always needed him.

"Fine, I will. No worries." he reassured her, but smirked a moment later. "But only if you stop fussing me like a baby. I'm a grown man, in case you forgot."

"Grown adult or not.. you are my boy.. my everything." She murmured as she gently stroked his cheeks again as she cups his face. "You are my entire life."

Vince couldn't help but soften a little as his mom spoke. Even though he'd never admit it, he did have a soft spot for her.

"Yeah, yeah.. I know.." he muttered, before putting a hand on hers, on his cheek. "Stop it now though.. you're being too mushy.."

Leslie rolled her eyes and pecked Vince on the cheeks before going to leave

Vince tried to hold in a laugh as his mom pecked his cheek, looking a little flushed now. He knew she did that to tease him.

"Alright, alright. See you at home, ma.." he said, and watched her leave a moment before shaking his head.

Little did Vince truly know that it was actually the storm that would come.

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