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Heh…it seems people want to read more. So more they shall get! I feel like a master storyteller! But all I did was use a simple trick to guarantee that people would come back for more that I pinched from a story I heard once…

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Warnings: Same as last time and they will always be: Yaoi, vampirism. A little blood, a little love, a little 'Torn, why is your hand on my ass?' grins Also, I've taken a lot of stuff on vampires from the Night World books by L. J. Smith. Also, I have no idea if they have TVs, cameras (though I think they do from the pics on the Underground wall...) and stuff like that in the actual Jak world but they do here. Deal with it. I do say its AU in the summary!

.s.t.o.r.y. .s.t.a.r.t.

Last Chapter...

"Fine, fine..." Torn muttered. He leaned back against the sofa. "I'm not human, Jak."

Jak looked blank.

"I'm a vampire."

"A vampire! You can't be a vampire!" Jak cried in disbelief.

"What did I say?" Torn asked, faintly amused.

"But…why-how?" Jak asked in shock. "I mean, do you-"

"Have fangs? Drink blood? Yes." Torn answered. He stood up and walked over to the window. He closed the curtains and turned back to Jak. "Sunlight inhibits vampire powers. It doesn't kill us like the myths say." He offered by way of an explanation.

Jak remained silent. He couldn't believe it was true, wouldn't believe it.

"Not a lot you read about vampires is true actually," Torn continued, ignoring Jak's silence. He approached the younger elf. "You don't believe me, do you?"

"Vampires don't exist," Jak said flatly.

"Jak, believe it," Torn bent down to Jak's level and opened his mouth, tilting his head back to let him see the fangs. They were long and sharp, gleaming dangerously.

Jak gasped sharply and shot away from Torn. "No…it…you can't…" he muttered incoherently.

Torn closed his mouth, looking at Jak through metallic blue eyes. "It's true," he said. He noticed Jak staring at his mouth and realised his fangs were probably visible when he talked so he willed them away. It would probably be better if Jak didn't think he was about to bite him.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

"…Maybe I should explain a bit about vampires…" Torn started, trying to fill the silence.

Jak nodded and moved back to his previous spot on the sofa. Torn sat opposite him on an armchair.

"There are two kinds of vampires, the lamia vampires and the made vampires. The lamia vampires can age and have children. They can stop aging when they want to and can start again just as easily but the years they missed catch up all at once. Made vampires stop aging once they are turned and can't have children," Torn said. He paused to let Jak digest the information.

"So, which kind of vampire are you?" Jak asked.

"Lamia," Torn replied.

"And that means your family are vampires?" Jak asked slowly, still trying to get over the shock. Part of him was refusing to believe that this was real.

"They were vampires," Torn corrected. His voice hinted at sadness though he was trying to remain emotionless.

"Were? You mean they're gone?" Jak asked, slightly nervous. He didn't know if he should really be asking about this. It might be too personal for Torn and he really didn't want to piss Torn off now. But to his surprise, Torn answered.

"Vampire hunter's got my parents and most likely my sister too though I never found her remains," Torn explained.

"You have a sister?" Jak was learning a lot about Torn. More that he'd ever imagined.

"Lucia. She was younger than me and always smiling. If she survived, I'd hate to think what the world has done to her by now…" Torn looked back at Jak. "I…don't want to talk about this now…" he said simply.

"Okay," Jak nodded in understanding. "So, do you think the people last night and the assassin were vampire hunters?" Jak changed the subject quickly.

"Most likely. I just wish I knew how they know what I am. I've been careful, never killing, always wiping memories…" Torn said thoughtfully.

"Wiping memories?" Jak asked.

"All vampires have mind control to some degree," Torn told him. "We can wipe memories, control thoughts among other things. We can communicate telepathically as well."

"Have you ever wiped my memories?" Jak asked.

"No, never. I wouldn't do that to you," Torn said. "Or any other the others," he added hastily.

"But how would I know? You could have been drinking blood from us for months and we'd never know!" Jak said in alarm.

"Jak, trust me. I would never feed from you!" Torn protested. "Do you seem to have any gaps in your memory?"

Jak thought for a moment. "…No…" he said slowly.

"Then I haven't touched you," Torn said.

"Have you ever wanted to?" Jak asked out of morbid curiosity.

"Sometimes when I haven't fed for a while. But I always sent you and the rat off on a mission quickly before I could give in," Torn said. "It's always when the feeling is strongest."

"Strongest? So you always feel that way? Great, now I feel really comfortable around you," Jak muttered sarcastically.

Before Torn could reply a large rock smashed through the window. In a split second Torn was at the window. He could see the figures in black running around outside. One threw something at him and he ducked it easily. The bottle smashed against the wall, sending glass showering everywhere.

"Shit,"

"Damn, I must have led them here," Jak realised. "Sorry, Torn."

"They would have found me eventually. Just keep down and move for the door," Torn commanded.

He moved towards Jak who had crouched down net to the sofa. He glanced back towards the window as another rock entered. His vampire reflexes meant he was fast enough to catch it but e was powerless against the petrol bomb that exploded against the wall behind them.

"Fuck!" Jak cried out as the room went up in flames.

"We need to get out now!" Torn shouted. He stood up, pulling Jak with him and ran for the door.

Jak had never seen Torn move so fast. 'Must be part of being a vampire,' he thought. He followed Torn into the kitchen and out the back door.

Once they were outside, three black figures stepped out of the shadows. All three of them were carrying crossbows aimed at Torn.

"See! I knew he lied to us!" said one. Jak recognised the voice as belonging to the girl from the night before.

"I didn't lie!" Jak said crossly.

"The why are you still with the monster? If you were half the hero you're meant to be, you'd have killed it by now!" she replied, almost hysterical with fury.

"Torn is my friend, vampire or not," Jak said in a dangerously low voice.

"Has he told you how many people –innocents- have died just so he could keep living?" a different person asked. The hatred in his voice was almost physical. He aimed his crossbow at Torn's heart.

Jak moved to stand in front of Torn but was stopped.

"There's no getting through to some people, Jak. Let's not bother and just get out of here," Torn said quietly.

"Get out of here? I'd love to see you try, monster!" the girl said.

"Okay then," said Torn. He put an arm around Jak and leaped high into the air. His vampire powers allowed him to jump higher than any human, even while carrying Jak. Torn jumped high over the heads of the vampire hunters and grabbed the edge of the roof of the building behind them. Quickly he pulled himself and Jak up, staying low to avoid the crossbow bolts being fired at him.

"I'd like a little more warning before you try anything like that again," Jak muttered.

Torn smirked and walked over to the other side of the roof. He looked down to see if there were any vampire hunters in the street and saw some figures moving in the darkness. "Jak, we're going to have to stay off the streets for a while. This whole area is crawling with them."

"So where do we go?" Jak asked, coming to stand behind him.

"I have a safe house prepared on the other side of the city for situations such as these. I can get there by jumping from roof to roof but I'll have to carry you," Torn answered.

Jak nodded. "Lets go then," he said.

Torn motioned for Jak to climb on to his back. Once the blond elf was holding on tightly, Torn stepped back and took a running jump off the building. He soared through the air and landed on the next roof. The vampire didn't stop running or jumping until they were far away from the vampire hunters.

"We should have lost them by now," Torn said eventually, coming to a halt on a low roofed building near the bazaar. He dropped to the ground in an alleyway.

Jak slid off his back. Torn turned to face him. "You should stay away form me for a while," he told Jak.

"Why? They already think I'm "in league" with you. They're going to come after me anyway so it's probably best if we stick together," Jak reasoned. "You just carried me away from them! They know that I know what you are and don't appear to care!" Jak sighed with frustration. "They'll come after me, Torn, and I think my best chance of surviving is to stay with you."

"Do you care about what I am? Does it bother you that if I don't feed for long enough, I'm going to turn on you?" Torn asked seriously.

"How many people have you killed?" Jak asked in the same tone.

"Only one. And I'd rather not talk about it here," Torn said. "If we're sticking together we should find somewhere to hide."

Together they walked out into the crowded bazaar. They found a zoomer on a street corner and stole it. Some moron had left it abandoned with the keys in.

Torn drove them to the slums, near the old Underground Hideout. There was an abandoned building there that Torn had in mind. He was prepared for this sort of situation and had several safe houses located in the city where he could hide if it ever came to that. The main problem was that he'd never prepared for a mortal to stay with him. 'Oh well, we'll just have to deal with that somehow…' the vampire thought. He took the zoomer into a quiet alleyway and allowed Jak to climb on to his back.

"Only way in is through the roof. Hold on tight," he told the young mortal elf.

The tattooed vampire quickly and easily climbed up the side of the building and let them in through the roof.

"We're staying here for now. You aren't to leave. I'll bring you everything you need," Torn said as he and Jak wandered around the building, checking there was no other ways in.

Jak didn't reply but stepped into an empty room. The window was boarded up so not much light could get in. The floor was bare and the walls had the remains of ugly flowery wallpaper stuck to them.

"Not the nicest place…" Jak commented.

"I didn't choose it because of how nice it is, I chose it so we could hide," Torn replied.

"I know," Jak turned to Torn. "How long will we have to stay here?"

"I don't know. Long enough for those people to forget about us," Torn replied. "And don't ask how long that will be because I don't know."

"Great…I could be stuck with you for the rest of my life!" Jak sighed and sat down on the dirty floorboards.

"Is that really so bad?" Torn asked oddly.

Jak looked at him strangely. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Torn answered and left the room Jak watched him go, still looking at him strangely.

Jak didn't leave the room for a while. Torn came in later and he must have been out because he'd brought food for Jak.

"It's lunchtime. I thought you might be hungry,"

"Thanks," Jak said as he took the bag and peered inside it.

Torn sat opposite him and watched him eat.

"Hey, how'd you know to get a yakow burger? They're my favourite," Jak said, swallowing a bite.

"Just something I picked up during the time I've known you," Torn was not about to tell Jak he'd scanned his mind to find out what it was. He didn't even fully understand why he'd done it. 'I could have just picked up anything for him to eat…scanned his mind for anything he likes to eat but I looked for his favourite…why?'

Jak asking a question brought him out of his reverie. "Torn, that person you killed…will you tell me about it?" Jak asked hesitantly.

"It's not something I like to relive," Torn told him. "But maybe you should know. Then you'll know what I'm capable of if the Bloodlust takes me over again.

"It was years ago, before the attack on my family. I'd gone a day or so without feeding and I could feel myself dying with every breath I took. I hadn't had the opportunity to feed at all and the bloodlust was taking control.

"When a vampire doesn't feed, the need becomes overwhelming. Muscles cramp up because they aren't getting the oxygen and it is very painful. A vampire loses all sense of who and where they are. All there is is the need for blood and now this was happening to me.

"I can't remember anything else until I was kneeling in an alleyway holding the body of a girl about fourteen years old. I'd completely drained her," Torn couldn't even look at Jak. He didn't want to see the look on his face when he realised how much of a monster Torn really was. "I've never let the Bloodlust take control since," he added.

Jak had finished eating and listened to Torn's story in silence. He could see Torn was truly ashamed of what he had done.

2You had no control, Torn. It's not your fault," Jak said, trying to reassure him.

"Yes it is! I should never have let it take control!" Torn argued. "I should have found a way to feed. I should have tried to stay in control harder. I should have-"

"Who cares what you should have done? You can't change the past so live with it!" Jak said, frustrated. "…Sorry, that was harsh," he apologised.

"You're right though. I can't change it." Torn closed his eyes, seeing the dead girl in his arms once again. "But I'll never forget her face…"

No more was said between them for a while. Jak regretted asking Torn to relive an obviously painful memory. He didn't like to see the other elf-no, the vampire-so sad. The blond couldn't explain why he felt that way as strongly as he did, only that he did.

Dusk came quickly for Torn. The hunger was building and he'd have to go out soon to feed. The tattooed 'elf' stood and brushed himself off.

"I'm leaving now. I should be back soon," he told Jak and left the room.

.s.t.o.r.y. .e.n.d.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Really, I am. Well, all feedback is welcome unless it's from a mindless flamer with nothing better to do. Now, I'm off to Ku Club! Yay!