"Ownership"
Eric, the boy from "Midnight Predator," is released from Turquoise's care and returns to Midnight. Why? There's someone he left behind there... (slashy, Eric/Jaguar - don't read it if you don't like male/male relationships)
She made me promise I would not return.
An empty promise, and both she and I knew it. I would return there as soon as I was out of her sight. She tried to keep me for as long as she could, both she and Nathaniel (no doubt at her orders, for I realized that the mercenary cared for no one but himself, and, when no one was looking, her), but they could not hold me. It was only a matter of time. I had to return.
Having been involved in the vampiric slave trade from such a young age had somewhat stolen my innocence. Although... I have to wonder, if I had not been sold into slavery, would I have turned out the same? I have no doubt that I would not be much different from what I am now; something tells me that I would have been unequivocally bad at childhood. I have watched children playing in the streets, gazing out the windows of the house that my temporary keepers lived in, and I could make no sense of it.
I believe that Turquoise (or milady, as Nathaniel calls her) sees me as her younger brother returned from the dead. I woke up late one night when Nathaniel and Turquoise were talking, and I heard about what happened to him. Killed by Daryl, that bastard of a slave trader. I felt no sympathy at the time, but as I watch her, I can see sisterly care in everything she does.
Letting me leave must have hurt her terribly, but I had to do it. Why, do you ask? Why would I willingly throw myself back into the slave trade that I had all-too-recently escaped? Sometimes, I wonder that myself.
But the answer is easy. He is there. He is my master, but he is more than that. He is all that matters in my life. He is my life. They call him bloodthirsty, cruel, cold, and yet when I am with him, he is anything but cold. He is warm and soft and gentle and embodies everything that the slave trade does not.
He is Jaguar, and I love him.
A/N: Please try to keep your comments kind; this is one of my first fics on Fanfiction.net, and frankly I prefer this pairing over Turquoise/Jaguar.
Eric, the boy from "Midnight Predator," is released from Turquoise's care and returns to Midnight. Why? There's someone he left behind there... (slashy, Eric/Jaguar - don't read it if you don't like male/male relationships)
She made me promise I would not return.
An empty promise, and both she and I knew it. I would return there as soon as I was out of her sight. She tried to keep me for as long as she could, both she and Nathaniel (no doubt at her orders, for I realized that the mercenary cared for no one but himself, and, when no one was looking, her), but they could not hold me. It was only a matter of time. I had to return.
Having been involved in the vampiric slave trade from such a young age had somewhat stolen my innocence. Although... I have to wonder, if I had not been sold into slavery, would I have turned out the same? I have no doubt that I would not be much different from what I am now; something tells me that I would have been unequivocally bad at childhood. I have watched children playing in the streets, gazing out the windows of the house that my temporary keepers lived in, and I could make no sense of it.
I believe that Turquoise (or milady, as Nathaniel calls her) sees me as her younger brother returned from the dead. I woke up late one night when Nathaniel and Turquoise were talking, and I heard about what happened to him. Killed by Daryl, that bastard of a slave trader. I felt no sympathy at the time, but as I watch her, I can see sisterly care in everything she does.
Letting me leave must have hurt her terribly, but I had to do it. Why, do you ask? Why would I willingly throw myself back into the slave trade that I had all-too-recently escaped? Sometimes, I wonder that myself.
But the answer is easy. He is there. He is my master, but he is more than that. He is all that matters in my life. He is my life. They call him bloodthirsty, cruel, cold, and yet when I am with him, he is anything but cold. He is warm and soft and gentle and embodies everything that the slave trade does not.
He is Jaguar, and I love him.
A/N: Please try to keep your comments kind; this is one of my first fics on Fanfiction.net, and frankly I prefer this pairing over Turquoise/Jaguar.
