Title: Prey Becomes Predator

Author: JeffroMattyHardy

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing…except for Alexis Michaels. She's mine. Mine I tell you. MINE! And if anyone else claims to own her, I will hunt them down…and kill them.

Summary: Sequel to House of Predators. Adam has his hands on Jeff once again and this time, Jay isn't around to help Matt save him. With the help of an ex-FBI agent, Alexis Michaels, Matt tries to get his brother back. But what happens with the prey evolves past prey?

This story is dedicated to jeffhardyluvsme because she reminds me of things that I need to add to chapters that I completely forget.

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Jeff whimpered softly, unable to move as Adam moved closer with a grin on his face. "Come on, Jeffrey," he said. "Don't say you're not happy to see me."

"H-How…" Jeff's voice caught in his throat.

"How did I find you?" Adam supplied. He walked over and pulled the bandages off Jeff's arm, smiling at the sight of his handiwork. "I just followed you, my dear Jeffrey." He cupped the blonde's face in his hands. "Don't worry. I don't want to kill you. You're too fun for me to kill."

"Why won't you leave me alone?" Jeff asked, his voice soft and barely audible. He was afraid to scream, afraid of what would happen if he did.

Adam just smiled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Your blood is so beautiful, Jeffrey," he whispered, taking his arm and trailing gentle kisses down it. "And soon, I will teach you to love watching people bleed their lives away." He paid special attention to the words carved into Jeff's arms. "To watch their faces as you test them to their limits. To listen to their begging when you near the end."

~.**.~

"Hey, Jeffro, I brought you some hot chocolate and some Skittles." Matt pushed the door to his brother's room open with his back since his hands were full and walked in. "Jay's gonna be in in a fe—"

The drink and candy fell to the floor, hot chocolate spilling everywhere as it hit the floor. Matt fell to his knees in the liquid. Jeff's bed was empty.

"Matt, what the hell happened?" Jay walked in when he noticed the hot chocolate seeping out from under the door. "Matt?" He stopped and noticed the empty bed. "Matt, what happened?"

"Jeff's gone," was all that the elder Hardy could say. "I lost him again."

"I'll go check the security cameras," Jay said. "Maybe he hasn't left the hospital yet." He ran out of the room.

"Jeff…" Matt whispered. A tear fell down his face. His head jerked up when a shot rang out through the hallway. "Jay." He wiped his face and rushed out of the room. "Jay!"

A nurse stopped him, holding out her hands. "Please, sir, stay back," she ordered.

Matt tried to get past, but he eventually just did as she asked and stayed where he was, finally seeing what had happened. Jay was lying on the ground, struggling to breath as red blossomed up on his torso in a couple places. Doctors were surrounding him and a stretcher and gurney finally rolled up to take him to a room. "How is he?" he asked a nearby nurse.

She shook her head. "I don't know," she replied. "He's been shot multiple times in the stomach and chest. He'll survive, but I don't know how long he'll take to recover from injuries like these. 2 months, at least."

"2 months?" Matt repeated. "That's too much." He turned on his heel and walked quickly down the hallway, quickly getting out of the hospital. He ran back to his and Jeff's apartment, slamming the door shut behind him as soon as he was inside. "I'm such a fucking idiot!" he yelled, slamming his fist against the wall. He looked over when someone knocked on the door.

"Matt?" A woman's voice came through the wood. "Matt, are you okay in there?"

Matt walked over to the door and opened it. A woman with short jaw-length dirty blonde hair stood in the hallway, a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie in her hand. Her hair flipped out slightly at the ends and she was in just a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. "Are you okay?" she asked again. "I heard pounding."

"I…" Matt didn't know what to say. "Come in, Alexis."

Alexis Michaels walked into the apartment, looking over as the raven closed the door behind her. "Where's Jeff?" she asked.

Matt struggled to breathe, motioning for her to sit down.

~.**.~

Jeff didn't speak as he sat in the passenger seat of the car he sat in. A pair of handcuffs connected his wrist to Adam's, the older blonde driving down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. "Come on, little Hardy," Adam coaxed. "Speak."

"Where are we going?" Jeff's voice cracked, his words soft.

"I've taken care of that annoying police officer that caught me the first time and am now taking you somewhere your precious brother will never find you," Copeland explained. He grinned. "I'm going to teach you to love what I do."

"K-Kill people?" Jeff asked, not wanting to believe it.

"I don't kill people," Adam defended, turning a corner. "I play games. And if you're not strong enough to survive my game, then you deserve to die." He grinned. "Though I admit I cheat."

Jeff stayed quiet for the rest of the drive, fingers tracing the scarred words on the arm handcuffed to his captor's. He looked up when the car stopped and Adam cut the engine. "Come on, climb over the seat," he said, opening his door. Jeff hesitated, but climbed over the driver's seat and stood up on the dirt. A broken-down house was in front of them, a few of the windows broken but fixed up with metal bars and duct tape. "Welcome to your new home, Jeffrey." He held up the key to the handcuffs. "Can I trust you enough to take these off?" Jeff nodded very slightly. "Alright." Adam unlocked the cuffs pulled them off.

Jeff immediately started running. "Why you little shit," Adam said with a grin as he watched the younger blonde run. "Fine, I'll play your little game if you want."

Jeff panted as he ran as fast as he could through the forest of trees that surrounded the house that he'd run away from. He didn't hear anyone following him so he thought he was in the clear, slowly down only slightly to get more air in his lungs. The breath was driven out of him when Adam came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground.

"You little bitch," he growled, spinning Jeff. The young blonde cried out to anyone around, but they were in the middle of nowhere and no one could hear him. "You think you can just run away from me?" He handcuffed Jeff's hands behind his back and yanked him up by the back of his shirt. "You're mine now, Jeffrey. Get that through your head." Adam pulled Jeff up and slung him over his shoulder, heading back to the house.

~.**.~

Alexis swallowed the last of her cookie as Matt finished his story of what he'd gone through with Jay and Jeff the past few days, nodding. "And now I can't even fucking help him because Jay isn't able to help and he'd the best person for the job," Matt finished. He collapsed on the couch on the verge of tears about thinking about his baby brother.

"I can help."

Matt looked over at the blonde. "What can you do?" he scoffed, not wanting to believe her. "You're a fucking waitress. You can't do anything."

Alexis frowned and stood up. She grabbed Matt's shirt and pulled him up as well, dragging him over to her apartment across the hall. The raven sat down on one of the black couches in the room and waited, confusion written across his face as the blonde disappeared into the bedroom. She came back a couple minutes later, something in her hand. "You think I can't do anything?" she dared. She tossed whatever was in her hand at him. "Take a look at that and say that I can't do anything again."

Matt's face twisted in confusion as he looked at the folded piece of black leather. He opened it up and looked at the card underneath the plastic inside. "Federal Bureau of Investigations?" he asked in disbelief. "You work for the FBI?"

"Used to," Alexis replied nonchalantly. "I quit." She smirked. "Still think I can't do anything?"

"Fine." Matt handed back her old ID badge. "What are we gonna do?"

~.**.~

Adam dropped Jeff down on the old couch in the middle of the living room, his hands still cuffed behind him. "You try to run away again and I won't hesitate to kill you," he threatened, pulling a knife out from the holster hanging from his belt. He pressed it against Jeff's throat. "Do you understand?" Jeff didn't say anything, his eyes showing the fear he held inside. "Good." He holstered the knife again. "You will call me Master or Sire. Nothing else or you get punished." He traced the words on Jeff's arms. "You wouldn't want more of these, would you?" Jeff shook in fear.

Adam pulled Jeff off the couch. He dragged the blonde upstairs and opened one of the only doors with a lock. There was a mattress on the floor and a small dresser against the opposite wall. There was a window on the far wall, but it was barred up with no hope of someone ever getting in or out. "This is your room," Adam said. He unlocked the handcuffs and shoved Jeff in. "Get used to it."

Jeff winced as the door slammed shut behind him, the lock clicking in place not long after. He looked around and collapsed on the mattress, starting to cry. "Not again…" he whispered.

Adam stood outside the room, pacing back and forth as he played with his knife. "Soon, Jeffrey," he said, a sinister grin on his face. "Soon, you will be mine."

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Ah, yes, this will be very fun:)

I feel really bad that I had to almost kill Jay, but it kinda had to be done.