back again! two in one night, damn i'm good. yeah so this one's actually basically the begining of huntress like the night when jez left but in morgead's point of view and i started it earlier in the summer when i was in europe and only just finished it now so i do hope you find it ok...not boring or anything..idk i feel like it's a bit dull and a sloppy finish. still, tell me what you think.
disclaimer: anything you recognize here i don't own
and obviously jez and morgead are 16 aand 17 here
No Goodbye
Morgead was getting impatient.
There was their prey right in front of them: panicked and fighting uselessly; just waiting to be made into a meal. But of course, Jez, with all of her theatrics, was making them wait.
Morgead bared his fangs and sidestepped another bullet. Just as a new bullet whizzed past him, Morgead called out to Jez telepathically: Can we go after them now? Or do you want to show off some more?
Sparing him a cool glance over her shoulder, Jez replied aloud, "I told them three minutes. You want me to break my word?"
Morgead could tell that in the instant that she was snarling at him, Jez was not paying attention to the bullet aimed for her. Without a second thought, and with distant smugness as he did so, Morgead lunged forwards and tackled Jez out of the way of the bullet. He heard it slice through the air where they'd been but a fraction of a second beforehand, and then splinter into a nearby tree.
Morgead was on top of Jez now; staring into wide, silver-blue eyes which hardened as he said with exaggerated patience, "But . . . they're . . . not . . . running. In case you hadn't noticed."
Growling and kicking Morgead off of her, Jez yelled, "This is my game. I thought of it. We play it my way!"
Morgead watched from a kneeling position as she climbed to her feet and eyed the fleeing skinhead gang, finally exclaiming, "Okay, now! But the leader's mine."
He watched Jez watch the gang as they whooped and chased after their prey. She waited for the rest of them to set off before she leapt into the nearest tree without sparing Morgead so much as a spiteful glare. Morgead sat for a moment and gazed after Jez as she flew through the trees, feeling a mixture of irritation, contempt, and a distinct stirring in his stomach that he preferred to pretend wasn't longing.
He waited silently until Jez was well out of sight and then looked around sullenly. He hadn't been paying the slightest attention to where the opposite gang members had scattered, and the spongy ground would make it difficult to track his prey. With an angry sigh, Morgead eyed a flattened bush and cast out his mind to locate his – no – Jez's gang. He had to get used to that again.
Finding that none of them had gone in that direction, Morgead set out after the terrified insanity of the gang member he would be chasing.
Perhaps it was because his mind was open already, but Morgead could clearly feel Jez's thrill and elation and knew that she was performing acrobatics through the trees as she chased the skinhead leader.
Irritated, Morgead tried to ignore the distinct feeling of Jez he kept getting, but he found it difficult. It wasn't that he, say, liked feeling her there in his mind, she just seemed to fit in so neatly that Morgead's own mind didn't want to lose that one warm piece.
Thus, Morgead knew the exact moment that Jez found her prey, and it was the same time that Morgead found his.
Quietly, slipping from shadow to shadow, Morgead stalked closer to this particular leather clad gang member. He had evidently grown tired from running, and Morgead could hear his rapid, shallow breathing as he stood doubled over against a redwood.
The man didn't notice Morgead until he was close enough to grab him by the collar of his jacket and haul him up to his feet; which, in fact, he did.
The two opposing gang members stood staring at each other for mere seconds before the man before Morgead made a noise of terror and tripped backwards in his haste to get away. quick as a striking snake, Morgead caught him by the front of his oil stained t-shirt before he had time to hit the ground and jerked him close to his own face.
Morgead felt a pinprick of fear in the back of his mind, but ignoring it, he snarled, "I hope you'll struggle, otherwise I think this might be a bit dull." Morgead gave a cruel smile as the man's eyes showed even more white while he watched Morgead change.
Next thing, Morgead nocked the man hard to the ground and fell on top of him. Jerking his head to the side by the root of his hair, Morgead prepared – finally- to feed.
Everybody! This is Jez. Come to me, right now! Drop what you're doing and come!
Startled, Morgead dropped the squirming skinhead and rolled into a crouch.
That tight, panicked feeling he'd had moments go . . .
What's wrong? he demanded. Because something had to be wrong – very wrong – for Jez to call off her hunt.
It was a moment before Jez responded.
I'll explain later. I just found out – that it's not safe to feed here.
Torn between irritation and the unreasonably fierce desire to make sure Jez was alright, Morgead intended to press her for more details, but Jez cut the link short and blocked Morgead from any further inquiry.
With his desire to protect Jez building, Morgead shot the tearful face of his would-be-meal once last bitter glance and forged his way back to where Jez had called them.
Shortly after Morgead had left the vermin gang member cowering on the forest floor he came to stand just out of sight of where Jez paced and alternately picked at her lip and tugged on her hair with nervous energy. He watched her for a moment, further concerned that she hadn't yet noticed him.
Treading closer, Morgead said, "So why did we stop?" and watched as Jez jumped violently and spun to face him.
"Morgead – what?"
She stood a fair way away and did not look at him.
Prowling closer and watching Jez's white face as she backed up against a tree and stared pointedly at a mutilated shrub, Morgead snapped, "What's the matter? Why isn't it safe here?"
"I'll – I'll tell you later," she breathed.
For a terrible moment, Morgead was reminded of a much younger Jez haunted by nightmares she could never remember. Shaking himself mentally, Morgead cursed and told himself that Jez was fine. There was probably just someone else out here who'd seen Jez and gotten away.
Just as pierce joined them, Morgead ground his teeth in renewed anger at her evasiveness and her insistence to avoid his eye.
"Fine."
Pierce glanced between them surreptitiously as Raven and Thistle burst through the foliage with matching looks of masked irritation. Val was the last to emerge, and when he did Morgead realized that Jez had drawn herself back up and looked cold and dispassionate as she snapped, "Good, now let's go."
"Hold on," Raven stepped in front of Jez and frowned slightly. "You haven't told us why we have to leave."
"Yeah," Thistle butted in. "I never even got to finish."
"Well I never even got to start," Pierce deadpanned.
And then the whole gang was arguing and demanding answers. Only Morgead remained silent.
Looking angry and red-faced, Jez shrieked, "It doesn't matter right now. I'm leader, so you've got to listen to me!" her breathing was slightly uneven as she stared down her shocked and now grudgingly quiet gang. "I've got to check something. It could be nothing . . . but . . . well it's important, alright. I'll let you know tomorrow if – what's –" she came to a stop abruptly and Morgead was startled to see that she looked like a cornered animal – scared and ready to attack.
Wordlessly, Morgead turned and began making his way back to where he knew he would find their bikes if he walked far enough. The rest of the gang glanced amongst themselves and then followed suit.
Morgead knew that Jez waited a while before coming herself, and when she finally met them where they were all waiting with their bikes she put on her helmet and started up her bike all without looking at any of them before she instructed the deserted road, "Go home. There's nothing left to do tonight." and gunned her engine, tearing out of their secluded spot.
To their credit, the gang followed orders, each heading in their own directions, but Morgead followed Jez right to her doorstep.
Jez tried to ignore him when he pulled in. Morgead half didn't blame her trying since their relationship had been rather strained recently. They hadn't exactly been alone together for several weeks since their last big fight, and Jez didn't seem to like him very much anymore. But he had a feeling that this didn't have anything to do with their dysfunctional friendship.
With a few quick strides, Morgead stepped in front of Jez, effectively cutting her off from the front door. She slumped backwards but did not bother trying to get around him.
Resisting the impulse to grab her, Morgead tried to say, Jez's what's wrong? I know you're upset, just talk to me! But instead, what came out was: "So that's it? You just go and throw a tantrum and expect everybody to just go along with it?"
Jez's inhuman eyes iced over at once, and Morgead barely had time to realize he'd said exactly the wrong thing before she snarled, "Yes, Morgead. That's how it works, see. I beat you, so I'm leader, so everyone does what I say. And that means you," she elbowed past him and stomped up to her door. "Now just – leave."
The door slammed so hard that it rebounded open again. As Morgead stood rigid, staring daggers at it, he realized that Jez wasn't coming back to shut it; she wouldn't let him get another word in. Trembling with anger, Morgead yanked the door shut with too much force, but this time it stayed closed.
Morgead sped back to his own apartment in a rage, barely conscience of what he was doing. And for the next few days, that rage stayed with him. Oh sure, it morphed into more of a worried anger, slowly growing more and more scared by the hour, but still it stayed.
Because Jez was gone.
And while the rest of the gang laughed it off and played along with Jez's disappearing act, Morgead felt more and more panicked; like a weight was slowly crushing down upon him. He played along for a while, fooling himself that she was just playing; hiding from them to make them sorry – to make Morgead sorry. But he lay awake while the others slept, he knew.
It wasn't long before he'd had enough – his nerves ragged and the weight crushing him. He made the gang go to Jez's house to ask her uncle.
They were all worried by this point, and they didn't protest.
But when they confronted Bracken, Morgead's worst fears were realized.
Jez was gone.
Her uncle didn't know where she'd gone. The gang couldn't find any trace of her. She'd left.
Morgead did not see much of what was now his gang over the next couple weeks. He shut himself in his apartment, not leaving until the bloodlust was so strong he could scarcely control his body.
Fear. Anger. Betrayal. Had Jez left him? Just like everyone else in his life? Abandoned him – like she'd promised she'd never do?
It got to the point where Morgead was very nearly convincing himself that she was dead. That was the reason she had gone. The pain of abandonment was simply too much.
She'd dead; gone. And she's not coming back, he would tell himself in the dead of night when the tears came.
But they didn't stop, because he knew, deep down, that Jez was not dead. She had left. And he would never know why.
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