A/N: -goes into happy spasms of joy- OMGIWUVSYOUALLLLLLLLLLLL!

And now that scary part is over… -cough cough- for now…

Thanks to:

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Squeals- OMGZILOVEYOUALLL! OVER 100 REVIEWS! –More happy spasms-

…Hehehe…

Sorry, it's just that never in my life did I ever think I would get that many on one fic. And it's nowhere near finished. There's so much to get through! I have it all planned out with room for adjustments and stuff AND a sequel at the end. -.-; I'm gonna be writing about vampire Torn 'til the day I die… But I'll put up more Jak fics too. I have about 4 others in the works and this one has two endings. OMGZZZZZZZZZZZTHISFICISGONNAKILLLLLLLLMEEEEEEE!

…-Cough- Anyway….

Warnings: yaoi, vampirism, torture, violence

Disclaimer: I only own the annoying vampire hunters and the mysterious vampire. All others are property of Naughty Dog. -Fends off lawyers with a stick- Back! Back, I say!

And on with the fic!

#Story#start#

Jak watched Torn be led away to his death. A wave of dizziness passed over him and for a split second he regretted ever giving Torn his blood, weakening him to the point where he couldn't help.

Just before he passed out, Jak became aware of a figure behind him. Then the world went black.

Scene change

The vampire hunters led Torn away through the streets of Haven. Crossbows were constantly aimed as him in case he tried to escape. Those without crossbows carried stakes in their hands.

Torn did not try to escape. He walked silently and obediently until they reached the hunter's base of operation.

"In here, bloodsucker," ordered a vampire hunter, probably the leader.

Torn obeyed silently, allowing the vampire hunters to lead him into the building.

It seemed to be an old warehouse. There was a large open space with crates and boxes against the walls. There were a few chairs and tables around with various pieces of equipment. Weapons of all kinds adorned the walls, most of them silver or wooden.

A pair of vampire hunters broke away from the main group. They pulled a large wooden frame into the middle of the floor and stood it upright. Manacles hung from the corners, stained with blood.

Torn went cold with dread. These vampires didn't just want to kill him. They wanted to torture him!

"Get the bloodsucker chained up. We need some answers from him!" ordered the leader.

Torn was pushed forward roughly and spun around so he could chained to the frame. All the while he was thinking of Jak and what the vampire hunters could do to him if he resisted.

"Well then, mosquito. We want answers from you and we'll do anything to get them," the leader said, standing in front of Torn. He removed his mask, revealing the face of a man in his late twenties and full of anger and hate.

"What d you want to know?" Torn asked dully.

"We just want to know how many people, relatives of most of the people here, that you've killed," replied the leader. "As well as a few other details. Oh, and if we don't like your answers, we'll hurt you."

Torn nodded, knowing he'd be begging for death long before he was granted it if they had their way.

"Any questions?" asked the leader.

"Just one," Torn replied. "How did you find Jak?"

"Simple. We knew you used the sewer systems to get around unnoticed. We simply made a note of all entrances near abandoned buildings and watched them all until we knew which one you were in. Then it was simply a matter of waiting until you went out before walking right in and grabbing him," the leader laughed. "And now he's lying in a street waiting for someone to take him to a hospital where he can explain the odd lack of blood in his system!"

"You bastard," Torn growled.

The leader kept laughed and the other vampire hunters joined in.

"Right, so let's get this show on the road!" the leader cried, a manic look in his eyes.

A hunter brought a small pile of photos to their leader.

"Here we have photos of every vampiric death that has gone unsolved. So, vampire, how many have you killed?" the leader asked. He held up a photo of a young boy in his early teens. "This is Charlie. He was found dead five years ago, completely drained of blood. Know anything, vamp?"

"No," Torn replied. "I've never seen him before."

The leader signalled to someone behind Torn and the vampire hissed in pain as a whip struck his back.

"So, one down," The leader threw the picture behind him. "What about this one? Michelle, aged fifteen when she died, found in a basement of an abandoned house."

"I don't know anything," Torn replied and hissed in pain as he was whipped again.

"I can see we're in for a long night," commented the leader without any trace of regret.

'To keep Jak safe, this is worth it…' Torn thought. He braced himself for more pain.

Scene change

Across the street, Jak was waking up in a zoomer he was sure he hadn't been in when he'd passes out.

"Oh good. You're awake," noted a female voice.

"Huh?"

"Or maybe not," added the voice with a hint of humour. "How do you feel?"

"Like a herd of yakows ran over my head and then came back and stamped some more for good measure," Jak replied. "Who are you?" he asked, finally looking at the woman next to him.

She had long brunet hair tied back securely in a ponytail, piercing blue eyes and tanned skin. She was just a little taller than Jak and dressed in tight dark grey clothing.

"I'm Lucia, Torn's sister," the woman replied.

"He's mentioned you," Jak remembered. "He thinks you're dead."

"That's for the best at the moment. He won't give away my existence and have the vampire hunters expecting me," Lucia replied.

"He's still alive?" Jak asked hopefully.

"Yes but they're torturing information out of him," Lucia answered. "I went for a quick peek. There's a lot of them in there so I came to get a little help." Lucia held up a pair of guns.

"I can help," Jak said, trying to get out of the zoomer.

"No, you're in no fit state to fight and I won't allow you to risk your life when Torn gave himself up to save you," Lucia replied, pushing Jak back down. "Stay. Here."

"But-"

"No buts! I'll bring Torn back, we'll all go home-wherever that may be- and you can recover so everyone can have a happy ever after," Lucia said.

Jak reluctantly agreed. "Yeah, okay. Come back soon. You have a lot of explaining to do!" He settled back in the zoomer.

Lucia ran off towards the vampire hunters' hideout. She'd left her brother once and she damn well wasn't going to do it again.

Scene change

Torn's back was covered in red marks. Trickles of blood ran down from cuts in his shoulders.

"Come on, vampire! I refuse to believe you didn't kill any of the victims I've shown you!" the leader shouted.

"I've never seen any of them before!" Torn said. He yelped as the hunter behind him whipped him again.

"Natalie, I think you should use something else now. Something…sharp…" the leader suggested.

"Yes sir," replied Natalie.

Torn heard her drop the whip and select something else.

"So then, bloodsucker, what about this girl?" The leader held up another picture.

Torn went white even before the leader said anything.

"Hmm…a reaction? Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a winner!" declared the leader triumphantly.

"It-it was an accident," Torn whispered. "I hadn't fed…the Bloodlust took control. I don't even remember killing her. Just waking up with her in my arms, as cold as ice…"

"Killing Michelle was an ACCIDENT!" the leader howled with laughter. "That's a new one!"

"Michelle!" Natalie asked. "This is the creature that killed my sister?"

'Oh shit,' Torn thought a second before a wooden knife plunged into his arm.

The vampire roared in pain. "I'm sorry! I never meant to kill her!"

"Sorry! You're sorry you drained her dry and left her in a n alley for several days!" screeched Natalie.

"If I could take it back I would! Believe me, I've spent my whole life regretting that moment!" Torn said. He yelled again as Natalie ripped the knife out and stuck it in his other arm.

"You killed my SISTER!" shrieked Natalie.

"I wasn't in control! I couldn't help it!" Torn argued.

"Couldn't help it! You KILLED her!" Natalie came around to face Torn. "How can you not help killing someone?"

"It was the Bloodlust!" Torn said irritably.

"Bloodlust? Bloodlust, he says!" said the leader incredulously. "That's definitely a new excuse. I haven't heard that one before!"

"You have no idea what the Bloodlust is like!" Torn snarled.

"Than why don't you tell us, mosquito,"

"It hurts. It hurts like every muscle in your body is cramping up and that's because they are," Torn raised his head to look the leader in the eye. "Vampires don't drink blood for fun, you know. We need the haemoglobin in your red blood cells because ours can't carry oxygen. When the effect of drinking mortal blood wears off, it starts hurting because our muscles aren't getting the oxygen they need," Torn looked pained as he remembered the Bloodlust taking over him.

"If we don't feed for long enough, a primal part of our brain switches on and we become no better than animals. We have no control over ourselves until we have satisfied the need for blood. That's what happened to me and I'm sorry Michelle was unlucky enough to be my victim," Torn said, looking apologetically at Natalie. "I really am sorry."

"You expect us to believe that?" Natalie asked. "That's bullshit! Vampires drink blood because they're monsters, no better than metal heads!"

"Poor fools, knowing so little about us!" called a voice from above. "Whatever happened to 'know thy enemy'?"

"Who's there? Sow yourself, vampire scum!" called the leader.

From the rafters a female figure dropped down.

"Lucia!" Torn gasped.

"Hey, Torn! Did you miss me?" asked Lucia with a smile.

She dodged a knife thrown by a vampire hunter and shot him in the head. That was the cue for all hell to break loose.

Various wooden weapons flew towards Lucia. She returned fire with her twin pistols.

Five vampire hunters went down with one shot. A few more received flesh wounds but continued attacking.

Wooden weapons were flying everywhere. Lucia was lucky to avoid getting struck in the heart more than once, as was Torn. Natalie had gone back to her whip and was thrashing about with it. She lashed Lucia's leg, causing the vampire to scream.

Torn saw red. All through the fight he had seen his sister fighting his torturers. His anger grew. These fools knew nothing! They didn't know anything about the vampires they hated and hunted.

With an ear-splitting roar, Torn tore free of the chains that held him and launched him self into the fight.

Scene change

Jak was ignoring Lucia's order to stay in the zoomer when he heard the roar.

'Oh shit, that's going to bring unwanted attention!' he thought.

He tried to move faster and fell out of the zoomer. The weakened elf lay on his back for a second before struggling to his feet.

Scene change

Lucia stared at Torn in shock and horror. She'd never imagined this could happen to her brother.

Torn's fangs and nails had grown and they were sharper. Much sharper. Torn was ripping through vampire hunters as though they were made of tissue paper.

Lucia might have been mistaken but she was sure his eyes had darkened and his skin paled too.

Many vampire hunters were fleeing from the mad vampire. A few attempted to wound and kill him but were killed in seconds.

The young female vampire watching the carnage had never seen so much blood spilt or limbs not attached to their owners. It was horrific and she'd never have thought Torn was capable of such slaughter.

She was so caught up with watching Torn kill and maim everything in reach that she never noticed the man with a crossbow hidden in a corner.

Scene change

Jak stumbled into the hideout, hoping he wouldn't be seen.

He stopped dead as he saw what was happening.

'Torn!'

Jak backed behind a crate and watched the killing spree.

'No, thin isn't-this isn't Torn!' the elf thought frantically.

Then he caught a glimpse of Torn's eyes.

'This-this is my fault! It's the Dark Eco from my blood! If I hadn't made him drink from me he wouldn't be doing this!'

Nausea welled up inside Jak. There was so much blood. Body parts lay on the floor all around the creature Torn had turned into. Jak couldn't think of him as Torn when he was in this state.

Jak wanted to run away from the bloodbath he was witnessing but he couldn't move his legs.

'Come on, Torn! Snap out of it, please!'

A slight movement in the corner of his eye caught Jak's attention. Light glinted off the metal tip of a crossbow bolt.

"Oh no…" Jak whispered.

Torn was too busy keeping vampire hunters away. His back was to the crossbow bolt and it wasn't likely that he'd notice it until he was hit. Lucia was still staring, forgotten by the vampire hunters as they tried to bring down the enraged vampire.

Jak could see the vampire hunter waiting for the perfect shot.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion for Jak.

He saw Torn fighting for his life.

He saw the vampire hunter fire the crossbow.

Somehow he found himself running towards Torn.

Then there was pain. Dimly Jak heard a cry of anguish. It seemed so far away.

The world faded to black.