A/N: Once again folks, you owe this chapter to Ashley who keeps prodding me to update.
Thanks go out to:
Ashley: …3 reviews! Bloody hell. You must really like this fic... Oo
Emeraldwolf: Yep, it's motivating.
Desert Shyamalan: is poked Ow, hey! Stoppit! I'm writing, I'm writing…
Emera Took: I made you squee? is absurdly proud of that
Nirvana Renegade Siega: Yes, yes it is. Lol!
M-Python-Girl: is glared at Err… starts typing as fast as she can
Lioness-of-darkness: Hehe… wants to say more but can't
Fluffys-sidekick: Shh! Don't give it away... looks at chapter Not that it matters now anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; I'm just borrowing them.
Warnings: yaoi, vampirism.
STORYSTART
An icy feeling spread throughout Torn's body at the thought of the young elf. His heart felt as though someone was squeezing it tightly.
He had no idea how long he stood there, watching the building burn as crowds gathered and fire fighters tried to put out the flames. Running footsteps came up the street behind him and stopped as whoever it was saw the building. The person was panting hard as though they had been running for a while.
"Shit…" said Jak. "I guess it wasn't…as safe as you…though." The blond collapsed against the wall.
Torn looked at him, a mixture of shock and relief on his face. "Jak! What-why the hell aren't you in there?" Torn pointed towards the building.
"What, you want me to be burning alive right now?" Jak asked. "Wow, you must love me so much," he added sarcastically.
"No1" Torn protested a little too quickly. "I mean, err... Why-"
"I followed you," Jak replied, anticipating Torn's question. "I wanted to see you feeding."
"Oh. Why would you want to see something like that?" Torn asked.
"Curiosity, I guess," Jak replied. "I thought that maybe if I saw you feeding I'd…I don't know, get more of an insight into your life," he explained.
"My life is barely worth living at times. It's always been dark and lonely. Why would you be interested in something like that?"
"Lonely? But you have the others and me… Daxter, Keira, Ashelin…"
"But nobody to share my secret with for fear of you killing me," Torn said.
"Well, I know it now, right? So you don't have to be lonely any more," Jak stepped closer to Torn.
"It's only one of many," Torn said, turning away.
"So maybe one day you'll tell me the others,"
"Maybe. Now lets get out of here before the vampire hunters find us."
Jak and Torn stole a zoomer and travelled to the other side of the city. It was best if they were far, far away from their previous hiding place. Torn stopped the zoomer at a house near the palace.
"One more of my secret hideouts. It's stocked with enough blood-in blood bags from the hospital to last me the week. After that I'll have to start going out at night again," Torn explained to Jak as he unlocked the door and entered.
Jak yawned. "Okay, so where do I sleep?" It was very late and he was tired out from running after Torn earlier. All he wanted to do now was sleep.
"I'll show you," Torn said. He led Jak up a flight of stairs to a bedroom.
It was bare except for a bed in the corner. Jak stumbled over to the bed and kicked off his boots, not bothering to remove anything else. The blond was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Torn smirked at the sight. 'Poor kid. He shouldn't have to go though this… Poor beautiful kid…Wait! Beautiful!' Torn stopped smirking. Did he really just call Jak beautiful? 'Yes…I did. But that only means I find him attractive. Doesn't imply that I care about him at all…'
'Right…but you do care,' said a little voice in the back of his mind.
'I do? Prove it!' challenged Torn.
'What about the way you felt when you thought he was dead?'
'…'
'Icy cold fear. A great sense of loss. Grief. Despair. All implying that you care for him.' Torn had a feeling the voice was smirking triumphantly at him.
'Maybe. But he is a friend so I suppose that's all right. I don't care about him as anything more.'
'Really? Is that what you think?'
'Yes'
Torn cut off the mental conversation, wondering if he was going insane. He realised he was staring at Jak, watching the elf's chest rise and fall as he breathed peacefully.
He stopped growling and left quickly. He spent the rest of the night pacing around the house, checking that everywhere was secure. He had no idea how the vampire hunters had managed to destroy their previous hideout but he wasn't going to take any chances now.
Near dawn he stopped roaming the house and sat in the corner of another bedroom, lost in thought.
Several hours later Jak found him.
"So this is where you've been hiding," he said. "How long have you been sitting there and wouldn't it be more comfortable to sit on the bed?" Jak jerked his thumb at the bed against the opposite wall.
Torn shrugged. He didn't look at Jak, instead choosing to stare into space a little to the left of him.
"Whatever. Do you happen to have anything I can eat here?" Jak said, leaning against the door frame.
Torn frowned. "No, I wasn't expecting to have company if I was discovered."
"Well I'm not drinking blood!" Jak shuddered. "The thought of it makes my skin crawl."
"Heh, it's not for everybody," Torn smirked humourlessly and stood up. "There's a sewer entrance in the alley behind here. I can get to the bazaar that way. Anything in particular that you want?"
Jak shrugged. "Anyting will do," he said. He moved to one side to let Tron pass.
"I'll try not to be gone long," the tattooed vampire said as he passed. He made his way downstairs with Jak following. There was a back door leading outside from the dirty kitchen. Torn reached up and took a key from the top of the door. He unlocked the door and handed to the key to Jak.
"Lock it after me,"he ordered and was gone.
Jak locked the door and turned to survey the kitchen.
'This place is filthy.' He thought. 'Anything's better than boredom…' he added with a sigh and began to search for cleaning things.
storyend
A/N: …and there we have it. Not too happy about the end of the chapter or it's length but just wait until next chapter! Anyway, review please. It motivates me to write more!
