A/N: Another chapter with more changes to the original plot line than I'd counted on. For example, this was supposed to be a little addition to the chapter I'd already written. Emphasis on LITTLE. Not a whole bloody chapter by itself! The damn story went and grew on me! And there's going to be alternate endings too! But I'm posting one ending separate I think because it would end the story much sooner than I'd prefer.
Thanks to my wonderful reviewers:
Emeraldwolf
Lioness of darkness
Nirvana Siega Renegade
Fluffys-sidekick
Ashley
M-python-girl
Pochacco5
Gothic Jak
Emera Took
Shadows-of-flame: Of course I find a way to leave everyone hanging. I have to make sure you people come back, don't I? .
Desert Shyamalan: O.o : gets scared when people say they love her…gets even more scared when people say they worship her:
Sylvia
Warnings: yaoi, vampirism, a space bar that doesn't work properly so I apologise for any words that stick together. Oh, and I have no idea how long it takes for someone to recover from losing a pint or two of blood so if it seems a little fast…blame the Dark Eco or something, okay?
Disclaimer: I'm only mutilating borrowing these characters for my own enjoyment.
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Jak spent the next day recovering from his blood loss. Torn made him stay in bed and brought him food and drink even though he hadn't taken much blood.
Jak smirked as Torn made sure he ate properly. The vampire saw the smirk and narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
"I was just thinking," Jak replied. "A little more training and you'd be the perfect nursemaid."
Torn growled and glared daggers at him.
Jak saw the look and laughed. "It's true though. You'd can be the nurse maid and I'll be the house wife!"
"As long as you don't expect me to wear a nurse uniform. I don't do skirts," Torn growled but he didn't sound very annoyed anymore.
Jak blinked, imagining Torn in a nurse's uniform. "No, definitely not," he agreed.
"We could put you in a maid uniform," Torn suggested, only half joking.
Jak looked horrified and embarrassed. "No!" he protested. "No maid uniform!"
"I'm sure you'd look adorable in a little black dress and a little white apron, running around with a colourful feather duster-"
"That I will shove somewhere very uncomfortable if you ever try to get me into that outfit!" Jak interrupted, throwing a cushion at Torn.
The vampire caught the cushion easily. "Okay, so no feather duster…and no vacuum cleaner. I'd hate to think what you'd do with that. And no brooms or mops…" he added thoughtfully, crossing the room. He motioned for Jak to sit up and propped him up with the cushion. "Comfortable?"
"Yeah, thanks," Jak replied. He gave Torn a grateful smile and they kept talking for a few hours.
Later, after the sun had set, Torn felt his hunger returning. He waited a while before letting Jak know, giving the elf a while longer to recover a bit more.
The vampire felt guilty about drinking from Jak, even if the blood was freely offered. He'd made up his mind to take care of Jak no matter what the cost after the young man had had to hold on to his arm to remain standing the night before. Torn had taken more blood than he meant to and he would not make the same mistake this time he vowed as he climbed up the stairs to Jak's room.
Before Torn had even said anything Jak was sitting up and brushing his hair away from his neck.
"I can see the hunger in your eyes," he explained quietly.
Torn nodded and approached Jak slowly in case he decided he no longer wanted to be a food supply.
Jak didn't move though. He watched Torn come closer until he was kneeling by the low bed.
Jak shifted closer to Torn, offering his neck to the vampire.
The feeling of having blood drawn out of him was the same as last time. Slightly painful but still surprisingly gentle.
Torn tried not to lose himself in the sensations brought on by drinking from Jak. He had to be careful in case he took too much blood and the young elf didn't recover well enough in time to satiate his hunger next time it came.
But the tattooed vampire found it increasingly difficult to stay focused on drinking. Snatches of Jak's memories flashed across his mind. The temptation to probe Jak's mind to find out everything about him grew but Torn didn't give in. It would be rude to seek out all of Jak's secrets without his permission. But still images appeared in his mind of the Baron, a peaceful village, a little red-haired kind and many other things.
Then Jak's thoughts turned panicky. Images of Erol's leering face appeared and a wave of fear tore through Torn, forcing him to stop feeding.
A quick mental check of his own body and a glance at Jak let him know he hadn't taken too much blood so what had caused Jak's panic?
The blond elf was lying underneath Torn, his blue eyes tightly shut as he tried to block out the memories.
Torn blinked. He was sure he hadn't been lying on Jak when he'd begun feeding. No, he'd been kneeling next to the bed.
Quickly the vampire came to the conclusion that the panic started when Jak realised Torn was on top of him. He hurriedly scrambled off Jak, hoping he would be all right.
The bite marks had already healed so all Torn could do was wait for Jak's memories to retreat into the dark recesses of his mind again.
It wasn't a very long wait but it was enough for Torn to realise that Erol must have done things to Jak in prison that the young elf would rather forget. The vampire cursed himself for making Jak relive those memories. He stayed close to Jak and unconsciously stroking his hand and whispering.
"It's alright, Jak. Just a memory. Nothing is going to hurt you now, you're safe with me,"
Jak opened his eyes carefully, as though he expected to see Erol leaning over him. Instead he saw Torn's concerned face.
"Are you alright?" asked Torn quietly.
Jak nodded. "A little dizzy and light-headed but no different to how I was after yesterday."
Since it seemed that Jak was unwilling to talk about what had caused his panic Torn didn't ask about it. Instead he asked Jak if he needed anything.
"No, I just want to sleep," Jak replied.
Torn nodded and straightened Jak's pillows a little before fussing with the blankets. Jak waved him away.
"If you don't stop the first thing I'm going to do when we're out o this mess is buy you a nurse's uniform," he threatened.
"If you want anything, just shout," Torn told him. "I'll be in the next room."
With that, Torn left the room. Jak rolled over on to his side and stared at the door until he fell asleep.
True to his word, Torn stayed in the next room all night. He slept lightly, ready to awaken at the slightest thing.
Early the next morning Torn went down to the kitchen to fix something for Jak's breakfast. He noted that there wasn't much food left and that meant he would have to go out soon.
Jak wouldn't be happy about that, he knew. But there was no getting around it.
The vampire sighed and put the thoughts out of his mind. For now he would concentrate on making Jak's breakfast.
He was just pouring some juice into a cup when Jak started calling his name. Torn put the cup on the tray and carried it up to Jak.
"I hope you wanted breakfast," Torn said, pushing the door open while balancing the tray on one hand.
"Uh, yeah," Jak replied.
Torn waited until Jak was sitting up and had made himself comfortable. He handed him the tray and was about to leave when the young elf called his name again.
"Torn,"
"Yes, Jak?" Torn replied.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing,"
"Don't lie to me. What's wrong?"
Torn took a deep breath and prepared for Jak's protestations. "There's not much food left for you. I'll have to go out and get you more,"
"Torn-"
"There's nothing we can do about it. You're in no state to go out and I can outrun the vampire hunters if they find me," Torn said. "My only worry is that they might trace me back here."
"I still don't want you going out," Jak said.
"I know, but I can get more blood while I'm out so I won't have to feed from you for a couple of days. That should give you time to recover fully."
Jak nodded. "I understand but I wish you didn't have to."
Torn said nothing and left. Jak didn't see much of him until he came to let him know he was going out.
The vampire could tell Jak still wasn't happy.
"Torn, you shouldn't risk yourself for me,"
"I'm going to blame the blood loss on you're lack of logic," Torn said flatly. "If I don't go out, you die of either starvation or I'll drain you dry. You won't recover fast enough between my feeding times and you'll die and I'll still have to go out."
"Shouldn't you, y'know, drink before you go out?" Jak asked.
"I can find I victim while I'm out," Torn replied.
"And what if the vampire hunters find you while you're feeding?"
Torn thought for a minute.
"Torn, drink before you go out," Jak insisted.
"Jak-"
"No arguments," Jak said firmly. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and beckoned to Torn.
The vampire sat on the bed next to him, watching as Jak pulled his hair away from his neck. When Torn didn't move, Jak pulled him closer.
Torn could snse the blood pumping through Jak. He wanted to drink and knew he should but he was worried. What if he triggered more memories?
"Torn, drink," Jak urged.
Torn gave in. His fangs lengthened and he gently punctured Jak's skin and artery. Warm blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat.
Torn was careful not to take too much from Jak. He was also areful not to do anything that would cause Jak to relive any memories he'd rather not have.
But even though he was careful, when Torn returned to reality after almost loosing himself in Jak again, he found he was straddling Jak's lap.
"This has got to stop happening," he muttered.
"Y' know y' can't keep y' hands off me," Jak replied drowsily.
Torn rolled his eyes and climbed off Jak. He lay him down gently. "I'll be back in an hour or two," he promised.
"Torn, be careful out there," Jak muttered as he fell asleep.
Torn smiled softly. "I'll be okay. I promise," he whispered and quickly left the house.
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A/N: …I think this is the longest chapter yet and nothing really happens. Oh well, review please!
