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.
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.
Chapter 6: Too much Drama is a bad thing
That day he had managed to avoid any questions from anyone. Avoiding them almost all day proved to be a very difficult thing. He could see the hurt in Kraven's eyes when he brushed him off at lunch and then again after school, but he was in no mood to be around anyone at this point.
After Soren left work, he headed to the bank, cashing his check. Only half of what he owed Dimitri. I am so fucked. He thought to himself, as he rounded the corner to his apartment complex.
The black corvette was in the same place as yesterday, this time, Soren noticed it. He inhaled deeply, taking his key out of his jacket pocket.
He was greeted with the brothers again, this time however they didn't attack him right away. "Where's the money kid?" Tommy asked, holding out a hand expectantly.
Soren reached into his pocket and retrieved an envelope and threw it at them. Gino caught it and opened it in one move. "Where's the rest?" He asked, counting the money twice.
He couldn't even answer before the brothers had him against the wall again. His back screamed in agony from the abuse, yet he didn't make a sound. He just watched as Tommy pulled out a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed that number again. Soren waited for the final click, the signing of his death warrant.
"Good luck kid," Tommy said to him. "Dimitri's giving you more time to get the rest of the money. But," there was that word. How Soren hated that word. "He wants us to give you a little taste of what's to come if you don't pay up next time."
Soren, throughout the entire beating, which was far worse than the last one, knew this was only the beginning. Cuts opened over his already beaten body, but he made no sound, no cry of protest. He only moaned in pain when he heard the car leave again.
He was unconscious before his body hit the floor.
Even though it was three in the morning, Kraven couldn't seem to sleep, he was restless. Maybe it was because of the way Soren had been acting earlier. He was so distant, and it worried him.
Something was bothering his boyfriend and be damned if Kraven could figure out what it was. He couldn't even touch him today without Soren flinching or moving away. What did I do wrong? He asked himself, wracking his brain for some kind of answer.
Kraven sighed and kicked the covers off his frame, and got up. He walked out of his room, the room that felt so empty without Soren there.
He walked quietly down the stairs to the kitchen, deciding that he needed food so he could go to sleep. He took a bowl out of the cupboard and set it on the counter, and got the mint chocolate chip ice cream out of the freezer.
It would have been a smart thing if he had turned on the lights when he first got to the kitchen. But alas, he didn't, so he was forced to rummage for a spoon in the silverware drawer in the dark.
"I thought I heard someone down here," someone said from behind him. He tensed and turned around slowly.
He smiled upon seeing his mother sitting on one of the bar stools near the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Couldn't sleep," Kraven said, offering his mother some ice cream, to which she declined.
"Bed seem too empty?" She asked, watching her son eat.
Kraven stopped eating and looked up. "Kind of," he said.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked as she got herself a glass of water from the sink.
"Mum," he said, his head in his hands. "I'm worried about Soren, he was acting so strange today." She sat next to her son and gave him a 'how so?' look. "I couldn't even touch him today without him flinching." His ice cream was now completely forgotten. "What did I do?"
"Kraven, honey, maybe he had a bad day after he left on Sunday. Was he like this before he left?"
"No," he said, choking slightly. "Something bad happened between then and today, and he won't tell me what it is," Kraven said, taking his half-eaten bowl of ice cream to the sink and ran water over it. "I've only known him for four days but he's my friend, I wish he'd tell me what's the matter."
"Is that all he is to you?" She asked him, a knowing smile on her face.
"No," he said, sitting back down. "But I don't exactly know why he does mean more to me than that, really four days isn't that long-" his mother cut him off.
"Hun," she said, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Love doesn't know time, I can tell you love him, that's why you're worried. Just, don't push him too much. He'll talk when he's ready." Kraven smiled and got up.
"Thanks, mom," he said, kissing her on the cheek. "I'm going to go back to bed." He left quietly and climbed back into his bed, pulling the pillow that Soren had been using earlier close to him.
His alarm clock went off three hours later and Kraven climbed out of bed once again, only slightly rested, but more refreshed than he had been before.
"I'll talk to him today," he said to himself as he climbed into the shower. Alone, this time. He said to himself. It was different, and a little unpleasant to say the least. It had only a few times with Soren, a kiss, a blow job, and a shower. But now, he felt so alone in his own room. "It is amazing how much I'm beginning to rely on his presence anymore." He whispered after getting dressed.
He drove himself to school today, after spending hours Sunday night after Soren left, and then again last night working on his car.
Erika, Selene, Michael, and Viktor were already there. He was a little late today. "Where's Soren?" He asked Erika upon getting out of the car and not seeing him. She shrugged after looking around.
"I thought he was with you, I haven't heard from him since school yesterday. I called like three times, but he never answered." She said, taking a stick of gum out of her pocket and offering one to Kraven.
"Did you scare him away already Kraven," Michael asked, wrapping one arm around Selene's waist.
"God, I hope not," Kraven said, starting to worry again.
"I was joking man," Michael offered. "Maybe he's sick, he didn't look too good yesterday." Kraven nodded, and headed to homeroom when the bell rang.
The day just seemed to creep by, Soren never showed up and Kraven began to panic. Erika walked up to him after lunch was over.
"If you're so worried about him, get his books and take them over to his apartment. I know where he lives if you want to check on him," she offered.
"Yeah, I'll do that," he said, getting his Calculus book out of his locker. She nodded, putting a comforting arm around him shoulder.
When the last bell rang Kraven bolted out of Film Studies and to his locker, grabbing his books and then Soren's. "Directions," he said to Erika. She nodded and handed him a sheet of notebook paper.
"This is the fastest way to his apartment if you go from the school," she said, leaving and heading for her own locker.
He ran out of the school building and to his car in record time. It turns out that Soren only lived about ten minutes from the school he figured out after getting there. "A 18," he said to himself walking down the hallway. "Here we go." He knocked, no answer. Maybe he's asleep or something. He thought, knocking again.
Now the only trick was to get inside. "He's gotta keep a key around here somewhere." He looked around the door frame and found a piece of the carpet that was cut out from the rest. "Clever," he said, pulling up on it. Underneath it was a brass colored key. "Success." he said quietly as the lock clicked and he walked in.
He flipped on the light switch and looked around. "Soren," he said quietly. Then, upon finding Soren, his heart stopped. "Soren!" He half-yelled, dropping his bag on the ground and ran over to where his boyfriend was curled up by the wall. Unconscious and bleeding from several deep gashes on his upper body. "Oh Gods," he whispered. "Soren?" He gently shook the other boy.
"Damn-it," he said, taking Soren's shirt off him as best he could. "What happened to you?" He gently picked up the other and set him on the couch. He found the bathroom and took up Soren in his arms again and put him on the counter.
After nearly ten minutes of cleaning out Soren's numerous cuts and bruises, the other boy finally regained consciousness. "Kraven?" he asked, leaning over and steadying himself on the wall. "I was kinda hoping you wouldn't see me like this."
"Why?" He asked, washing his hands to get all of Soren's blood off of him. "Your hurt, and were unconscious when I got here, why the fuck did you not want me to help you?" He regretted that the minute the words came out of his mouth. "I-"
"Oh, no, just because I'm your boyfriend you must know every little detail about my life. Well I'm sorry, but there are just some things that you don't need to know." Soren said, jumping off the counter and walking to his room to grab a clean shirt.
"This isn't something little," Kraven said, following after the other. "I just want to know what happened to you, I was worried about you." He said sitting down on Soren's bed.
"Do you really want to know why I'm so fucked up right now?" He asked, Kraven nodded, a little afraid of Soren. He was about to answer when the door opened. "Fuck," Soren said, turning around.
"Hey kid," Gino said, walking over to where Soren was standing, putting an arm around his waist and punching him with the other hand.
"Afternoon Dumb and Dumber," Soren said, gasping for breath from the punch to his stomach.
"Watch your mouth kid," Tommy said, walking over to Kraven. "Unless you want us to get your little friend too," Tommy threatened, a manic grin on his face.
"Don't touch him," Soren hissed, earning another punch from Gino.
"Aww, we don't want to hurt his boyfriend now do we, Tommy?" Gino asked, Tommy nodded. "You're right, we do. He can watch as we work over Soren here. Did he tell you why he looks like this?"
Kraven, not wanting to get beaten just yet, shook his head.
"Well, the little fuck-up here owes us a thousand dollars for all the drugs he gets from us."
"Drugs?" Kraven asked, looking at Soren. "What kind of drugs?"
"Lots," Tommy said, more than happy to make the other man mad at the kid. "Mostly Acid, Pot, and alcohol. You've found yourself a real fucktard for a friend, kid."
Kraven couldn't believe what they were saying was true, "Please tell me they're fucking with me," Kraven looked over at Soren who turned away. "It's true isn't it?" Soren nodded, not looking Kraven in the eye.
Kraven backed up away from the other three. No wonder why he's not into too much touchy-feely with me. He thought to himself, as he surveyed the trio.
"Hey, kid," Tommy said. Kraven turned his head and looked over to the other, what he met was the others fist as it connected with his cheekbone. His eyes immediately began to water, but he still saw Tommy take out a gun and shoot Soren in the stomach with it.
"Soren!" He screamed, trying to get up and over to his boyfriend who collapsed onto the floor, clutching his abdomen in pain. But Tommy turned and rounded the gun onto Kraven who stopped.
"You're getting in the way, kid. We didn't have to hurt you before, but now you've gone in too deep. Good night," he said, shooting him below his ribcage on his right.
The pain was unbearable, but he managed to stay awake long enough to dial 911 on his cell phone after they left before anyone could investigate the noise. The operators voice came onto his phone, but he passed out before he could answer.