A/N: O.O My god…I swear, you lot review fast! I just posted the last chapter last Friday morning and then I get home, check my emails and I already have a bunch in my inbox! And I have to say just one more time how much I love you all!
Thanks go out to:
Ashley
Cutter Mitchell: Once again, O.O in shock… :will probably never get over it: And I'm converting you to Jak/Torn? Whoo :adds another name to the list of people she's converted:
EyesLikeSilk
Lioness-of-darkness
Shadows-of-flame
Desert Shyamalan
DarkMaster2
Warnings: yaoi, vampirism, the fact that I hate most of this chapter and it's kinda... odd.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm just … "borrowing" them… :shifty look: Nah, I'll give them back…later.
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The next few days were spent cooped up in the safe house. Jak was used to being able to go where he please and was very restless. In an attempt to relieve some of the boredom, the blond had found a pen and tried to do the crosswords in the newspapers.
The only problem with that was that Jak didn't know many of the answers. To deal with this, Jak had taken to following Torn around, shouting out clues.
"Six down, six letters. Rod."
"Staff. Jak, if you don't know the answers, don't do the damn puzzle!"
"But then I'll be bored! Ten across, nine letters, starts with an S. Furtive."
"…Secretive. I shouldn't be encouraging you."
"Hey, I didn't ask to be stuck in a house for days on end because some crazy people want to ram a wooden spike through your heart. You got me into this so you deal with the consequences!"
Torn left the room. Jak had a feeling he'd said something he shouldn't have. He followed Torn down to the kitchen.
"Torn?" he called out. "Are you…" he trailed off as he entered the kitchen and saw Torn's worried face.
The vampire was standing next to the open fridge, holding a half empty blood bag. "This is the last. Tomorrow I'll have to go out to hunt."
"But what if the vampire hunters are still out there?" Jak asked, worried.
"They will be. They don't give up that easily. They know I'm alive and they aren't going to stop until I'm dead," Torn replied grimly.
"Torn, you shouldn't go out, not while it's so dangerous!" Jak insisted.
"Jak, it's always dangerous for me to go out. I'm always at risk from vampire hunters," Torn replied. "But I'll have to go out before the bloodlust takes control and I kill you."
"But what if you're caught? Killed? How will I know?" Jak asked.
"I won't come back," replied the vampire grimly.
Torn was a little confused by Jak's concern for him. After all, the blond had just been blaming him for getting him into this mess. The one thing that could let him out of this alive would be Torn's death at the hands of the vampire hunters yet Jak didn't want that to happen.
"Will you go far?" Jak asked.
"I'll have to, to avoid drawing attention to this area," Torn said. He realised he was still holding the blood and getting hungrier. He poured the blood into a cup and shoved it quickly in the microwave.
Jak sighed, almost sadly but that could have been Torn's imagination.
"There's no getting around this, is there?" he asked.
"No. I'll eventually go into bloodlust and kill you if I don't. I couldn't live with myself if I did that,"
The microwave pinged and Torn removed the cup. He turned away from Jak before beginning to drink.
Jak felt strangely touched that Torn had noticed his aversion to the vampire's 'eating habits' and would turn away as he drank or leave the room until he'd finished. It was a thoughtful gesture and not one Jak ever expected from Torn.
"You've killed before, Torn. What makes killing me so different?" Jak asked. He noticed Torn wince when he reminded the vampire of the dead girl and felt bad for brining it up again.
"You-you're my friend. Vampires were never meant to be friends with mortals but somehow we're friends. So now I will have to do everything I can to protect you.
"Torn, thank you," Jak gave the vampire a small smile even though he still had his back to him.
"Don't mention it," Torn replied. He left the room with his cup of blood, leaving Jak alone.
The blond-green elf looked down at his feet, wondering why Torn would want to bother with protecting him. After all, it would be easier for Torn to send him away or to just leave. But then, Jak had refused to leave when he had the chance.
'Probably too late to run. Besides, I'm not a coward,' Jak thought.
'And none of this has anything to do with the strange feeling in your chest every time Torn does something that means he could care about you? a voice in his mind asked.
'…I couldn't leave Torn. Not now,' Jak thought.
'Do you ever wonder why that is?'
'Because he's my friend.'
'And you don't want him to be more?' Dark asked.
'Shut up, Dark!' Jak ordered.
Dark laughed and Jak tried to block him out. He left the kitchen and went looking for Torn.
He found the vampire in one of the empty bedrooms, staring at the moon through a window. The moonlight made his pale skin glow, making Torn look almost ghostly as he slowly sipped his blood.
The vampire had obviously heard Jak breathing or something because he turned to face him, faint surprise in his eyes.
"Jak?"
"I-uh-I'm going to sleep now," Jak said. "Good night."
"Goodnight," Torn watched him go and turned back to the moon.
The nest day was tense between the two. They both knew Torn would have to leave and risk being caught. Jak didn't want Torn to leave but the thought of the vampire dying filled his heart with more dread than one would normally feel for a friend. Yet Jak couldn't explain why that was.
Eventually dusk came and Torn had to leave or risk the Bloodlust. He thought Jak understood that. That's why is came as a shock to find Jak standing at the door, staring at him defiantly.
"Jak, let me past," Torn commanded.
"No! I can't let you go out there! Jak said.
"Jak, I have to go out, you know that!" Torn said, stepping forward to push Jak out of the way.
"Torn, you can't go out! They'll be looking for us!" Jak protested.
"Jak, I have to! Remember the Bloodlust! I don't want to kill you, Jak!" Torn reached out to push Jak out of the way of the door.
Jak grabbed his arms and refused to be moved. "No! I can't let you!" He glared at Torn. "Remember what happened last time?"
"But Jak, if the Bloodlust takes control I'll kill you! I couldn't live with myself if I did that!"
"Torn…you… you could drink from me," Jak suggested quietly.
"What? No!" Torn was shocked that Jak would even think of offering something like that.
"Yes, Torn. Just for tonight. You won't kill me and the vampire hunters won't find you outside," Jak tilted his head back, exposing his neck and inviting Torn to drink.
"Are you sure? It will weaken you and you'll take a couple of days to fully recover,"
"Yes, I'm sure," Jak closed his eyes, waiting for Torn to bite.
The young elf tensed slightly as Torn held his arms in place and lowered his head to Jak's neck.
"Last chance to back out," Torn said quietly. Jak swallowed as he felt the vampire's warm breath against his neck.
"Go on," Jak pressed closer to Torn. His eyes shot open as he gasped as he felt fangs pierce his skin and the artery in his neck. It stung a little but that was the extent of the pain. It soon vanished as Torn began to gently suck the blood out of Jak,
It wasn't painful like Jak had expected it to be. It wasn't anything like he'd expected it to be. Torn's mouth was soft and warm against his neck as the blood was gently drawn out of his artery. It was lapped up by a warm artery equally as gently. Jak closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lost in the sensation.
Torn held Jak's warm body against his and his blood was sweet in his mouth, despite the faint taste of Dark Eco. It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know what effect the Dark Eco would have on him but it was too late to stop now. Torn decided to forget about the Dark Eco and instead concentrated on how soft and warm Jak's skin was as he licked and sucked the blood from him.
The taste and smell of Jak invaded his senses. It was so enticing to Torn to just stay with his face buried in Jak's neck and drown in his scent,
Jak relaxed completely against Torn. His arms slipped around him; one around his waist and the other pressing his head closer, fingers tangling in his dreadlocks.
Torn's hands slipped from their grip on Jak's arms and held him close. One hand supported Jak's head and the other was on his hip but slowly moving round.
The blond elf let out a low moan and brought Torn back to reality. He retracted his fangs but didn't move.
Slowly Jak opened his eyes. He blushed when he realised how he was holding Torn and blushed even more when he realised how Torn was holding him.
"Torn, why is your hand on my ass?"
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