This is my little try of something new.
What if there was another reason why Syed was desperate to keep a distance between himself and Christian?
Be warned: this fic is TOTALLY A/U and OOC, so if canon's what you're after, you'd be best advised to look somewhere else :)
I don't really want to give too much away in this first chapter, so I apologise in advance if you all get a little confused! I promise a better summary in my second chapter (if you all want a second chapter, that is!)
Hope you enjoy this first chapter, and that it makes some sort of sense!
xoxoxo
I'm not a religious man. I used to be, back when I was living with my family. My mum and dad had drilled it into me from the day I was born. I'd pray every day, multiple times a day, usually, and we'd fast when it was required of us, and abstain from other things which went against what we believed in. But then a lot of things happened that made me doubt my faith in God, and now I've gone in completely the opposite direction. I love doing the things which I once considered forbidden, even if it has made me estranged from my remaining family. If you'd gone through what I have, I think you'd pretty much be thinking the same as me.
I was 24 years old when I met the love of my life. Well, I thought she was the love of my life, at the time, but then I realised that she never really cared for me at all. My brother was 20 at the time, barely out of short trousers, my mum would have said. But the woman I thought was in love with me betrayed me in one of the worst possible ways, and we've all been suffering for it ever since. Well, I say 'all', what I mean is my brother and me. She got off lightly, if you ask me. At least she hasn't had to live with the fact that her brother betrayed her in the worst possible way for years, with her being dead and all. She doesn't have to live with the knowledge that your fiancée preferred your little brother to you, the one she had been betrothed to since birth. She doesn't have to wake up every morning feeling the loneliest she's ever felt. No, that's all left to me, because she went and got herself killed at the first opportunity.
I look around this godforsaken town that my brother has ended up in and wonder what the world is coming to. This little town, on the outskirts of London, with it's little square and it's park and it's market stalls. Nothing can be worse than here. I wonder why he ended up here. He had the whole wide world to choose from, and he ended up here. Why? I shake my head, trying and failing to see the appeal of this place. Of course, I could always just leave my brother to it and get out of his life. It's what he wants me to do, after all. Heck, it's what I want to do. But I can't do it. Because if I stop tormenting him, that means that he's won. And we can't be having that, can we? He already stole my fiancée, I can't have him taking this little bit of satisfaction from my life, too.
Well, it's not the only satisfaction I get, obviously. I can usually get whatever I want, which is why I was so upset to find myself in this desolate place. There would never be anything I wanted in this place. Well, apart from the obvious. Obviously. But I need that, I don't just want it, and I could get it just about anywhere. My little brother had really got one over on me this time, I had to admit. He knew for a fact that I'd soon get bored of a place like this and would most likely take off for a few years again. I had done it once before, when he had decided that he would live in Russia for a while. He knows I hate the cold. Clever little sod.
I shake my head and enter the pub, hoping that I manage to find something which will keep me amused for at least a couple of months, just so that I can torture my baby brother some more before I eventually leave out of fear that I'll die out of boredom. And, surprisingly, there he is. A huge, muscly, God of a man, someone who I can definitely suffer a few months in this town for. He laughs at a joke his blond friend has told, and his laugh just intoxicates me. I slide nonchalantly over to him, years and years of practice making me somewhat of an expert.
"Another drink?" I nod towards the bottle he's holding in his hand and give him my best smile. I can see that it works as he checks me out, his green eyes raking over my features before landing once again on my face and locking with my own brown ones. I won't even have to use any of my other talents to get him into bed, I can tell.
"Sure," he shrugs, trying his best to be as nonchalant as me, but failing miserably. He wants me already, I can see it in his eyes. I order another two bottles of beer and smily inwardly as he watches me taking a swig of it. Not that it tastes much of anything to me, but it does help me control some of my more...primal urges. We make small talk, and I can see my brother enter the pub at the other side, a girl on his arm. Well, that explains a lot. My little brother always did have an eye for the ladies, especially when they were forbidden. I wondered what was so special about this one. I excuse myself from my admirer politely, sauntering over to my brother and his...date.
"Hello, brother," I smirk as he spins to face me, the look on his face a picture of pure horror and resentment that I have managed to track him down yet again. He excuses himself from his date and pulls me out of the door. I manage to give her a little grin before I'm back out on the street I've already come to resent. Now, away from his lady-friend, my brother unleashes the animal we both know is inside of him. Why he keeps it locked up for so long is beyond me. He really should let it out to play more often, it would make things a lot more interesting. He goes to answer me, but then we hear the shatter of glass and, simultaneously, we both smell the freshly running blood...
A/N: I know it may not have made sense! But if you're confused, then all will be revealed in the next chapter, I promise you!
