This is a fic about Mac and Harper that I wrote for the Reedus one true love challenge. While writing it I felt like there was more too it and it nagged me to the point I just had to write this out. Even as I was writing that chapter, I had this one in my head of how everything started.
Mac of course is younger here and not on the drugs, yet. He's 18 almost 19. Harper is just barely a year younger.
He was halfway across the parking lot, he could feel the fire and rage burning through his veins. He felt like a live wire, that bitch had another thing coming thinking she was going to run her goddamned mouth to him. He couldn't wait till this shit was done and he could leave this fuckin' place.
Mac stopped short at the sound of a yelp. Pausing and tilting his head to the side he listened and walked silently towards the sound of a scuffle. Walking around the corner with a silent grace Mac watched the back of two of the guys from his senior class. He sneered and went to walk away when he heard the yelp again.
"If you would just hold still this wouldn't hurt." One of them warned.
"Fuck you!" A vicious voice snarled.
Mac whipped back around walking up behind them to see their catch. Maybe he had more in common with them than he realized. Looking around Mac smirked when he realized where they had taken the girl, back of the building in the blind spot that he knew so well himself.
Looking back down Macs eyes locked with deep chocolate brown eyes that burned with so much fire and venom from the ground that Mac smiled. Blood was coming from her mouth as the oblivious boys ripped her shirt and tried to fight her pants down. Mac's eyes came back up the girls as she snarled and fought with everything she had to keep them off her.
Without a second thought he stepped forward lifting his thigh even with his hip in a practiced move, slipping his knife from his boot he dropped his foot back down. Stepping behind the boy and grabbing him by the hair and slipping the knife in the base of his skull in a upward angle that ended him other boy that Mac immediately recognized as Sam Blevins whirled around at the sound of a thudding body next to him. His eyes flashed to his friends lifeless corpse to Mac's blood covered knife.
"What the fuck!" He yelled jumping to his feet and stepping towards Mac.
Mac sneered and met him head on ducking his swing and maneuvering under his arm. Fucking idiots is what he was to think he could win a fight with Mac head on let alone with him armed. He had fought Walter all his life, all he knew was blood and violence. He thrived in it, welcomed it.
Sam looked down at his side running his hand across it and pulling it back bloody. He made a strangled noise in the back his throat looking up at Mac. Mac flipped the knife back and forth between his hands, being ambidextrous had it's perks.
"All this over some bitch you don't even know, Mac? Don't kid yourself your just as fucked as we are!" Sam's strained voice hissed at Mac.
Mac laughed not glancing at the girl as she maneuvered further away from Sam and behind him while still on the ground. Mac shrugged and eyed Sam with a disdain that had Sam stepping back from him. Mac stepped towards him spanning the space between them easily while Sam turned on his heels getting ready to run.
Mac's booted foot flashed out catching just above the top of Sam's tennis shoe as Mac stepped into him. The move sent Sam into a free fall for the ground. Mac adding momentum put his hand on the back of Sam's head and slammed it into the concrete with a force that had a sickening crack sounding around them. Blood sprayed up his arms and Mac smiled sickly as he felt the life leave Sam's body with not even a last shuddering breath.
Mac stood up from his kneeling position the move had put him in and watched as blood puddled around Sam's head. Not sparing a glance at the girl he stalked off towards his truck. Mac didn't hear her following him and rolled his shoulders. The thrill of the kill had his earlier anger sated and had calmed his his truck door open Mac pulled around to where he left the girl. Jumping out of the idling truck he looked at the girl. She was standing over boy guys looking down on them with not a tear one on her face, not even making any noise. Shock maybe? Mac shrugged watching her as he dropped his tailgate.
Standing back taking her in for a minute before he collected the bodies. She was pale and had a hair that swung low on her back just barely brushing the top of her ass. She was shorter but had a curves that didn't fit her age, how old was she exactly?
As if sensing his eyes on her she looked over her shoulder at him, eyes clear. Mac tilted his head at her watching as she took him in as he moved towards the first guy. Mac kneeled and lifted him from the ground to over his shoulder, head lolling. Pitching him into the bed of the truck Mac turned and moved towards Sam's body on the ground.
She stepped back giving him room to get to him and Mac made quick work of getting him in the truck bed as well. Slamming the tail gate shut Mac jerked a tarp over the two of them and tethered it down. Turning around Mac stopped in place at the closeness of the girl and side stepped her.
She smiled at him lip splitting back open and coating her lips and chin anew. She made no effort to wipe the blood away and Mac felt his fingers itching to swipe through the blood. "Why did you save me? Don't take that the wrong way...I appreciate what you did. But all the same." she shrugged at him.
Mac snorted at her and pulled his cigarettes from his pocket. This bitch was weird, no way someone who was normal would be this calm after watching two guys get murdered. Didn't matter that she was almost assaulted, she didn't even look shaken from that. The only indication that something was wrong was the blood and her shirt hanging in shred around her frame.
"What are you going to do with them?" She asked watching the smoke rings he produced.
Mac exhaled and looked at her, "I'll take care of it."
"I'm helping." Her voice was arctic.
Mac nodded his head snuffing out the cigarette, "What's your name girl?"
"Harper." Her eyes softened a degree looking at him. "Your Walter's son?"
Mac's eyes blazed and he felt a grimace pinch his face, he growled and walked past her getting in the truck. "Let's go."
Harper slid into the vehicle silently and buckled herself in. She looked down at her shirt and sighed, it was ruined. She looked over at Mac and he was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel not paying her any attention. She tried to adjust her shirt to cover herself the best she could when his rough voice met her ears. "Extra shirt behind the seat."
She looked up at him and really looked at him. Mac was an enigma, a beautiful enigma. He was damn good looking with a edge to him that made a lot of people nervous. She had seen many girls try with him but never really seen anything come of it. But then there were always the rumors about how rough he was with them and was quick to let you know you didn't stand a chance at anything with him.
He was quick to finish and leave you setting. She smiled licking her lips pulling her shirt shredded shirt from her form and pulling his too big shirt over her head. Taking her ruined shirt she wiped her face clean of the blood the best she could.
She looked up when the truck came to a stop and watched Mac jump out of the truck and start moving around. Climbing out she winced rubbing her ribs lightly, bastards had likely broke some of her ribs. They got what they deserved.
Harper walked to end of the truck and watched Mac dump their bodies on the ground with no preamble. He looked up with cold blue eyes dancing in amusement and smirked at her, she felt the corner of her own mouth tugging up in a bloody smile at him. He grabbing the foot of each guy Mac started dragging them and she slowly followed after him, watching the tension and strength roll of him in waves.
Mac dumped them in a hole that she would have easily walked into had she not seen him do so. He looked down and then moved towards the truck whistling for her to follow. She stood there a moment feeling him closely behind her, she knew she should be scared of someone who could murder two men like that in cold blood.
"Your a killer, a cold blooded killer.?" Her voice soft and soothing.
Mac gave a dry laugh and turned looking at her, "As opposed to what? The average run of the mill killer?"
She walked towards him, "It doesn't bother you at all?"
"Why would it?" His eyes drilled holes in her with their intense gaze. Blue, so blue.
"Why would you ask me? I went along with it didn't I..."
He snorted and jerked his head at the truck, "I'll take you home."
Climbing in she watched him again feeling fatigue start to set in. He saved her today when he could have just as easily killed her and she knew he was capable of it. Even if he hadn't hurt them she seen it in his eyes when she first saw him walk up. He was a the last of a dying breed out there. Wild. Untamed. Feral. She smiled and felt herself be swallowed by the darkness.
Mac shook Harper awake when he got to the highway, goddamn bitch passing out on his ass.
"Wake the fuck up!" He barked shaking her rougher.
She cracked her eyes open setting up slightly, "Where are we?"
Mac huffed, "Where the fuck am I taking your ass?"
She gave him simple enough directions to her house. She surprisingly didn't live that far away from him. Mac drove quickly there not wanting to call attention to having her with him. She was the exact opposite of him. He was starting to recall her from school, having not payed much attention to shit going on around him. He at least remembered seeing her, well her ass and tits at least.
Pulling up Mac smiled when there were no cars there. "Harper we're here. Get out."
She looked over at him and then down at his shirt, "Thanks again Mac."
Mac turned right about the time she leaned towards him trying to kiss his cheek and there mouth connected. Mac felt his blood rush through his body as his heart slammed harshly against his chest, drumming out a bruise against his rib cage surely. Instead of her pulling back she deepened the kiss grabbing his hair and pulling him more to him.
Mac ripped his mouth from hers licking the blood from her split lip from his own lips now. Goddamn she tasted sweet with just the right amount of sin. Her eyes were burning and she was steadily looking at him. "They can never know what we've done. " He broke off smiling at her broadly eyes flashing. He watched a shudder rip through her body and she nodded at him.
"Don't worry about that, let them fucking rot." Her voice was cold.
With that she disappeared out of his truck and into her the dark house. Mac growled shifting gears and backing out, he needed to keep an eye on that bitch. Avoid her before she got his ass caught.
Mac licked his lips again still tasting her on his lips. She had the sweetest blood he had tasted yet. He rubbed his neck pulling into his own driveway seeing Walter standing on his porch. This wasn't good.
Getting out Walter walked down the steps towards him, "Where you been it's dark...you were supposed to meet me right after you got home." Walter questioned.
Mac pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at him, "Shit came up."
"Not the kind of shit thats gonna have me cleaning up a fucking mess is it?!" His voice deepened grabbing Mac's arm in a bruising grip.
Mac jerked away from him violently eyes hardening, "I don't leave mess' that come back to haunt."
Walters eyes flinched slightly at his sons harsh words as Mac walked past him into his house. Mac slammed the door behind him listening to Walter's car start as he left. He rubbed his arm where Walter had grabbed him and felt that rage and hate coming back from earlier that had been almost calm and soothed earlier.
Mac started jerking his shirt over his head moving down the hall. He could smell the cheap cologne Sam had on clinging to him and he wanted it off. Stepping into the bathroom he dropped his pants leaning over to cut the water on.
Mac let the too hot water burn across his back as he tried to reclaim his thoughts. They kept drifting back to Harper. Harper fighting two men at once. Harper's cold eyes flashing looking up at him. Harper's shredded clothes hanging around her as she fished around in his truck for his shirt. Harper's smiling bloody face looking at him. The taste of Harper in his mouth as they had kissed.
He growled as he felt blood rush south to his already swollen cock. Leaning more into the water he let it rain over his head and down his chest and stomach. Mac took himself in his hand firmly recalling her full breast with blood splatter as she fought both guys, her yelps of pain and anger. Breathing heavily he increased his speed along with the tightness and gave long hard pumps. Hips jerking along with his motions on there own volition Mac hissed as he felt his teeth puncture his own lip, tasting blood he groaned.
He leaned his head against the wall recalling Harper's hand sinking into his hair and he let himself go chest heaving. His other hand came around cupping his balls and tugging down, groaning as he spilled onto the shower floor. He sucked in needed breath and quickly rinsed off and shut the water off.