Title: Second Chances
Disclaimer: Well, if I did own Underworld I wouldn't be writing fan-fiction now would I? Nope, hence, I own nothing. So, unless you want a popsicle stick and a cat I have nothing to give you if you sue me, so don't. Oh, and Good Charlotte owns the lyrics from the title.
Summary: Sometime you don't get it right the first time. This is true for Kraven and Soren and now they get another chance to change what they did wrong, if they can that is.
Warnings: Okay folks, this chapter has a little bit of umm...more graphic (but not too bad) parts in this chapter. Anyway's if you don't like reading (and picturing in your mind more than what's written) maybe you can skip part of this chapter. But it's not too graphic. I don't wanna get kicked off 5: We all bleed the same way...
Soren ended up leaving after he ate saying he needed to visit his mother. He took his school bag and put it back in his mothers company car and drove back to her house.
When he got there she was sitting at her computer, typing away at some report or another. "Hello, dear. Did you have a nice time at school on Friday?" Soren nodded, handing her the keys to her car. "Your bike is done, they called yesterday at your apartment, but you weren't home so they called here. Where were you, Soren? It's not like you to disappear like that," she said, looking up finally from her typing.
"I stayed with a friend from school, I guess I'm still not used to sleeping by my self in that apartment yet. I will though," he said quickly. "I won't take up any more of your time mother," he kissed her on the cheek and walked out of her study, not looking back.
He took his keys to his bike off the rack and headed back out of the mansion. Grabbing his bag out of the car again he slung it over his shoulder, put his helmet on his head and headed back to his bike in the back of the mansion. "I missed you," he whispered to the Hayabusa (1) and swung his leg over the side. He revved the engine and tore off down the driveway and out onto the street.
Taking the long way home, Soren arrived at the block of apartments he lived in. If his tired brain would have been working, he would have noticed a black corvette sitting by his apartment door. However, he wasn't in the mood to notice anything.
Unlocking the door, he stepped into the dark room. He searched for the light switch for a few seconds before remembering it was on the other side of the door. Finding it, he flipped the switch and the room lit up.
Now his brain began to work, if only it wasn't too late. "Oh, shit," he whispered, turning to leave, but he was too late.
The two thugs in his room came up on him like lightning, pinning the teen to his wall. "Dimitri want's his money kid," the one called Gino said, tightening his hold on Soren's neck.
"Yeah, remember what happen last time you were late with your payment?" Tommy said, next to his brother. Soren nodded as best he could through the choke hold, trying to say awake.
"So, do you have the cash, or do we have to beat it out of you?" Gino asked, holding out the hand that wasn't around Soren's neck expectantly.
"Not yet," he choked out. "Don't get paid until Monday," he said, closing his eyes and trying to look away.
Tony took out his phone and dialed a number. "Yeah, Dimitri, he doesn't have it," he said to who Soren could only guess was Dimitri. He had actually never met him before, he just worked through Dumb and Dumber. Tommy began to smile, showing two gold teeth, and Soren knew he was up Shit Creek.
"Guess what, kid. Dimitri wants him money and if he doesn't get it on Monday you won't see Tuesday. Got it? And just for a friendly reminder we get to work you over for a while, how's that sound?"
That didn't sound good at all to Soren, but he knew he didn't have a choice in the matter. He had no chance of escape, so he took the beating without a sound. Just like before, only now if he had the energy he knew he could fight back. Each hit brought back painful memories from when he was younger, as long as they don't bring out the belt, then I'll be okay. Fate decided to be cruel to him today, because, as soon as he thought that, out came a leather belt.
Soon the flesh on his back was torn into ribbons. It hurt more than anything else they had ever -or anyone had ever- done to him so far.
They finished and after one hit to the stomach with a pair of brass knuckles, they left him in a bleeding heap five feet from his phone. That of course would do him no good, he couldn't even crawl over to it, let alone talk. He curled up in a fetal position, tears leaking out of his eyes finally. I'm so fucked, I owe them two grand. Which is two grand more than I have now. I hope that I get paid enough or I'll die before I see the age to legally drink. He coughed, spitting up a mouthful of blood. "Damn," he managed to get out, holding his bruised stomach. "Just don't think about your back, that's all," he told himself quietly.
He fell asleep an hour after he heard the two tear out of the parking lot.
Soren was standing on a Viking ship, watching as an army boarded. There was a man standing in front of the captain of the invading ship fighting with the burley man that was leading the Viking ship. The soldier from the other boat took out a lethal looking sword and quickly decapitated the Viking master.
Soren was a slave on the ship, taken from his family at a young age, and forced to work or be killed. Soren saw his saviors but still backed out of their way as they pillaged the ship.
The man, or what ever he was, that had killed the Viking master found him moments later. Soren, refusing to die, was prepared to fight to the death. "Hello, little one," he said in Soren's native tongue. "Don't be afraid," Soren looked at the man and almost said that he wasn't afraid, but stopped himself. "My name is Viktor. Do you speak at all?"
"Yes sire," he said. He also wanted to tell the other that he wasn't little at all, being almost eighteen now.
"What's your name, boy?" Soren looked at him again, this man didn't seem so bad now, his gaze softened from what it was before.
"Soren," he whispered, standing up a little straighter. Viktor nodded to him, and watched as Soren's limbs began to shake slightly.
Soren fell over, but before he could hit the floor, he was caught by Viktor. "When was the last time you ate, young one?" Soren shrugged.
Viktor's face had a look of pity on it, and he smiled. "How would you like to live forever and never be hungry or beaten again?" Soren's pale face lit up, he hardly believed what he was hearing. He nodded vigorously. 'And to think I was going to kill him for food,' Viktor thought to himself as he sunk his fangs into the neck of the frail boy in his arms.
Soren hissed then relaxed into the others arms as he felt his moral life flow out the twin marks on his neck. It was all over in a few minutes, but he could still feel a pain in his mouth. He moved his hand to his face and felt two long, needle sharp fangs. He smiled and stood up on his own, feeling the energy of an immortal flow through him.
"Come with me, you need to feed before we get back to the ship," Viktor told him. Soren nodded, adjusting his tunic over his thin shoulders. A few meters to his left was another fellow slave, dying, a knife wound in his stomach.
Soren made quick work of him, testing out his new teeth. He felt full for the first time in his whole life, and he liked it. The power coursed through his veins as the blood settled inside him.
Viktor led him back to the ship where he was greeted by people dressed in noble clothing from Europe. Soren felt uncomfortable in his slaves tunic amongst all these nobles.
"I didn't know we were turning any of them, Viktor," one of the males said, starring down at Soren, who glared at him.
They were all whispering around him. "He looks thin," a female said, studying him from the side. "Come, we'll get you something to eat down in the brig." She said, taking him by the shoulder.
"Remember, Soren, don't go out during the daylight," Viktor warned as he and all the others went below deck and Soren caught a glimpse of others coming out from down below deck. Soren nodded as he was ushered away.
"Who were those people?" Soren asked, gesturing to the people who had just come up.
"They're lycans, like servants. They watch out for us when it's daylight." She explained to him, opening the door to the kitchens.
Soren learned later that Viktor had lied and that wouldn't be the last time he would be beaten.
Soren woke up in extreme agony. "That's the last time I ever do anything with them. Legal or not," he said to himself. He drug himself to his feet and to his bathroom. Right now he needed a shower, if he could take the water hitting him that is.
It turned out that the shower did more harm than good. While it did clean out his numerous wounds, they all opened up again, and soon the water falling from him was pink with him blood.
He toweled off carefully and put on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers and headed for his bedroom next to his bathroom. "How did I let my payments get so far behind?" He asked himself. He was usually so careful after the first time he found himself behind on payments. Last time, however he didn't owe as much. "I didn't get that much stuff from them. How did it...oh yeah, interest. That'll do it to me every time." He laid down on his side and closed his eyes. "Acid, pot and Chartreuse don't cost that much, well there's delivery cost too." He mused, before falling asleep.
His alarm woke him up an hour before he needed to be at school. "Judgment day," he said to himself. Changing his shirt and putting a clean pair of pants on. He took his bag and gently slid it over his shoulder and put his helmet on, deciding to leave for school early.
Kraven and Erika arrived at school early, Erika bugging Kraven about how his weekend went. He wouldn't tell anything to her, which made her annoyed. "Come on, please," she whined, poking him in the chest. "You don't have to give details, just an outline. Please?"
Kraven rolled his eyes. "Fine. Turns out that I do have some um, attraction to Soren. And we're kinda dating now," he said the last part so quietly that she had to almost sit on him to hear it.
She squealed, hugging him. "I told you. Didn't I tell you that you two would be perfect together?"
"We've only been dating for a day," Kraven reminded her. At this point a motorcycle pulled into the parking lot. Kraven had never seen it before and was curious as to why who ever was driving it was parking next to Erika's car. No one at the school that he knew of owned a black and silver Suzuki.
The answer to his question came in the next minute as the bike was turned off and the rider dismounted. He took off his helmet and Kraven saw Sorens face seconds later.
"Hi Soren," he said, getting up to greet his boyfriend. Soren met him half way and Kraven hugged him gently.
"Fuck!" Soren yelled.
"What?" Kraven asked looking perplexed.
"Just, be careful okay K?" Soren asked him. Kraven let the matter drop for now, he'd get an answer out of him before he left today. Kraven nodded, and gently kissed Soren on the cheek. "It's not my face that hurts, just my back," Soren said, pulling Kraven in for a real kiss. And my stomach, knees, neck, and pretty much everywhere else.
"I'm still here you know," Erika said, waving from by the car. "Nice bike, by the way. What happened to the car from yesterday?"
"It's my mom's company car," Soren explained. "I wrecked my bike a little while ago and was getting it fixed. They didn't get it done until Saturday. However, then I was a little busy." Soren said, and took a pack of Lucky 100's out of his pocket. He took one out and lit it.
For the next fifteen minutes, students began to fill the parking lot. Today he got to meet Markus, Nathaniel and Rigel. The three that weren't at school on Friday. Soren also realized that he and Kraven weren't the same sex couple in the group. Nat and Rigel were also together and had been for about a year.
The bell rang and they headed up to their classes. Kraven's arm snaked around Soren's waist and he had to suppress a yell of pain from the contact of his clothing to his tender back.
He had this strange feeling that today was only going to get worse from here. If only he wasn't right for once.
A/N: Okay so now you know about Soren's past. Just wait and it'll get worse. Poor Soren, he needs a hug. BTW, would this count as a cliffy? I dunno, I've got a more suspenseful one later on.
1 – these are THE coolest bikes I've ever seen. If I ever get a bike this would be it.