Title: A
Hard Kind of Life
Characters/Pairing: Punk/Lita,
Jeff/Maria, Scott Levy
Genre: AU, supernatural
Rating:
NC-17 for mild violence.
Complete: No.
Summary:
"We're not your enemies Scott," I tell my older brother,
realizing how easily the environment can shift, can change.
Warnings: Contains mature subject matter.
It doesn't take long for the dreams to slip away and reality to set in.
Scott comes knocking on our door so early the next morning I'm pretty sure I won't even be able to get up.
My legs are weak and most definitely shaky, as I realize not only am I now a changed person but we've had to leave everything behind. I don't know why but it feels like too much to deal with right now.
I hate reality.
C'mon Amy Scott's voice in my head, gravelly and more than a little pissed off, all that anger directed mainly at me.
I don't mind though, it's better than him trying to kill my mate.
My mate.
It is an odd sound but one I don't mind, the word on my tongue. Heavy like I've tried to eat something a little too hot, but it is oddly satisfying.
I bring myself back to reality seeing the look on Scott's face, it is one of concentration, worry and anger.
Something has happened.
"What happened?" I demand, gathering my robe around me.
"Kane," is all he says.
Punk appears at my shoulder and I find myself leaning back into him, gaining comfort from having him near.
"What about him?" he asks, and I feel the rumble of his voice in his chest against my back, causing my heart to flutter slightly.
I know, pretty damn girly right? I've got to stop this shit because it won't help me in the long run.
"He's dead," Scott isn't really big with words at this point and it's beginning to drive me a little nuts.
"Okay," I respond, raising my eyebrows.
Scott sighs, as though I am incredibly stupid. "His body was left on the front steps," he tells me.
My blood suddenly seems to run cold, and I find myself shuddering in revulsion at how he must have been left but part of me wants to see. Perhaps it's the new lust in me, the lust for violence.
"We have to leave again?" I ask, my hand gripping the door frame as my control seems to shudder for a moment, my head tilting back and a soft noise emanating from my throat which I can't seem to control.
Scott looks at me, his eyes narrowing. Don't you snarl at me little sister.
Oh he is definitely not in a good mood.
Although...
I probably wouldn't be in much of a good mood either if I'd woken up to find a dead body on my front steps, instead of what I did wake up with.
My mate curled against my back with his hand firmly on my hip.
Punk grips my hip again, his fingers flexing as though he wants to mark me, wants Scott to stop looking at the two of us as though he's going to try and tear us apart.
"We're not your enemies Scott," I tell my older brother, realizing how easily the environment can shift, can change.
My brother's disgust should bother me but it doesn't. I know what my life has become, know that I have found an indefinable love, one that is all encompassing and tangible.
"I know you aren't," my brother replies, but I can see the lie in his eyes which so resemble our father's.
"I don't need to read minds to see that lie," Punk remarks, as though he's read my mind before he turns to go back into the room and pull on the rest of his clothes.
I smile bitterly in my brother's direction.
"Maybe next time I just won't save you," I close the door in his face, ignoring the sound of rage he makes and the way he kicks the door. "We'll be out in a few minutes," I call, chuckling to myself.
Punk looks at me, a grin splitting his face, his eyes filled with an almost manic nature.
"You've changed," he mutters, approaching me.
I grin, nodding as my tongue runs across my teeth, the canines seeming sharper than before.
"I have," I kiss him softly on the lips, nipping at his tongue ring with my teeth.
Punk laughs, and the sounds soars over me, causing me to close my mouth as his lips shift from mine to my neck, blunt teeth fastening over the mark he has left there.
"We need to get dressed," I tell him, pushing him back and stepping away.
Walking to the closet I open the door, surprised to find it fully stocked it's not long before I'm showered and dressed in black cargo shorts, my favourite boots and a tank top that's been worn by me more than a few times.
I don't even have time to figure out how my clothes got here, probably Scott, before we're standing over Kane's dead body.
"Gee do you think they're pissed about what we did to Matt?" Jeff asks sarcastically, kneeling down to inspect the body, the blood smeared all over the large man's naked form causing him to make a face.
Look at them, not even phased Scott thinks to himself, but his thoughts are never fully hidden from me.
"Neither are you," I answer him out loud, a smirk crossing my lips.
Punk snorts, laughing to himself he shakes his head.
"He's completely drained," Jeff comments softly, glancing through the glass door to the kitchen.
I glance over as well, noticing Maria sitting at the table, looking paler than usual.
She found the body.
It makes me angry that she did, angry that my sister who never wanted anything to do with this has become involved.
Jeff's words become choked suddenly as he begins to speak again and I look down to see Kane's hand around his throat.
"Holy shit," Punk swears until we're all in motion.
Scott grabs Kane's arm, thumb digging into his wrist as Punk tugs on the large man's shoulders, easily shifting the attention.
Kane seems to come back into himself moments later, his blue and brown eyes flashing as he stops struggling, his chest heaving with unneeded breath.
His demeanor portrays no resistance as we manage to manhandle him into the house, the blood on his body making his limbs slide through our grips a few times until he is shoved into the cellar and the door locked and barred.
"Well shit," Jeff pants, leaning against the door, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as Maria hurries over to examine the finger shaped bruises blooming on his throat.
"We have ourselves a vampire," Scott sounds far too excited about this prospect.
"Fun," Punk says drolly, gathering me close and kissing my lips softly as I tilt my head back to look at him.
"Tons of," I sigh.
Has my life ever been boring? Not truly.
But it's definitely about to get a lot more interesting.
