A/N: I'm writing this at 20 past 1 AM, the beginning is sucky. As is the middle and end.

Oh well…

Fluffys-sidekick

Emera Took: Yes, we need more vampire stories! That's why I let Gothic Jak start her own sequel and I'm doing a sequel to this too. Yay! Vampires! XD

Lioness of darkness: your wish is my command…

GothicJak: I still have that picture for you to finish… damn story taking up all my time…

EcoJak: He's a vampire. Of course he'll bite people! –Points to chapter below- It' like you read my mind…I was half way through writing this when I got your review!

M-Python-Girl: -adds depressifying to her vocab list-

Darkness 1291: Thank you. –resisting urge to correct grammar…mutters- I will not be a grammar nazi…

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Warnings: vampirism, etc…can't be bothered to type it all out.

Disclaimer: Lucia mine. Everything else property of ND.

Chapter start

Jak slept late the next day while his body finished adjusting to the change. Torn moved restlessly from room to room while he slept, anxious over how the next week would progress. He had to find some way of persuading Jak to come to terms with his vampirism.

'I can't let him die. I just can't…but why does it hurt so much when I think of him leaving? A few weeks ago I wouldn't have cared so much so why do I care now? Is it the Blood-bond?' he mused.

"Torn, will you stop pacing? You're going to wear a hole down into the apartment below us!" Lucia snapped eventually.

"I'm sorry," Torn apologised.

Lucia gave his a soft, sad smile. "I know you're anxious, Torn. But the only thing you can do is show Jak both sides of what it is to be a vampire and let him make his own mind up," she said.

"I know," Torn sighed.

They were interrupted by a noise from Jak's bedroom. Presently the young vampire appeared in the doorway.

"What are the plans for today? I assume we don't have to deal with any more vampire hunters," he said.

"No, the vampire hunters should leave us alone now since there isn't many left," Lucia answered. "They're probably thinking about hanging up their stakes and getting normal jobs as we speak."

"Well that's good," Jak muttered.

The blonde's eyes were glazed and Torn noticed his light breaths.

"Hungry?" Torn asked. "You can have a little blood now but I'm taking you out hunting at dusk."

"Okay," Jak said. He sat down on the sofa while Torn went into the kitchen and came back with a small cup of blood.

The tattooed vampire watched as Jak drained the cup and handed it back to him.

"Thanks,"

"No problem," Torn replied. He took the cup into the kitchen and washed it out.

"Never thought you'd be one for domestic tasks," Jak said. He was watching from the doorway.

"I live alone, Jak. Of course I do housework," Torn said.

"I never imagined you actually doing it though. You're so much more…housetrained than I thought," Jak replied.

"Whatever," Torn muttered dismissively.

"Our parents are probably rolling in their graves," Lucia chuckled. "Our family was rich and powerful. There was a servant – didn't know what we were of course – that used to do everything for us. They'd hate the idea of Torn doing his own housework and drinking blood from cups."

"That's only in emergencies. I prefer my blood fresh from the source," the tattooed vampire said with a toothy smirk.

Jak pulled a face. "I don't know how I will be able to drink from people. I used to be one of them."

"When the time comes, you won't think about that. All there will be is the hunger and the blood," Torn said. "I've lived my life among mortals for so long I might as well be one of them but when the time comes for me to hunt, I have to put all of that out of my mind. I drink and then I leave. It's better then not feeding, having the Bloodlust take control and then killing an innocent…" He paused, remembering Michelle and Natalie.

"Alright," Jak said. "When you put it like that…"

Torn finished washing and drying the cup. He put it back in the cupboard and turned to Jak.

"We have a bit of time before we have to go out and I have questions for you," he said.

Jak looked puzzled. "Okay," he said.

"Lucia, I need to talk with Jak alone," Torn said to his sister.

The female vampire nodded. "Sure thing. I'll just pop out and get a newspaper or something…" she said vaguely, heading for the front door. "See you boys later!"

When they heard the door click shut behind her, Torn motioned for Jak sit in the living room.

"If you don't want me asking these questions you can just say," he began once Jak was sitting down. "But this has been bothering me since the second time I fed from you."

"Um, ask away," Jak said, wondering what Torn was going to ask him.

"Jak, do you remember the second time I fed from you?"

Jak shook his head. "I remember that it happened but I can't remember when you stopped."

"I stopped because half way through you began projecting images into my mind. I don't think you meant to do it but it caused a panic attack. Do you remember what those memories were?" Torn asked.

"No, I don't remember anything from when you bit me to when I saw you sitting next tot me," Jak replied, puzzled. Panic attack? He didn't remember anything about that. "What images did you see?"

"There was an image of Erol and then you started panicking. What I want to know is what Erol did to you that brought on that reaction," Torn told him.

Jak paled and looked away from Torn. "He helped the Baron perform those Dark Warrior Program experiments on me. What more reason is there than that?" he asked.

"I'm sure there was more to it, Jak. When you turned panicky I found I was lying on top of you and I think that may have triggered it,"" Torn said as gently as he could. "What did Erol do to you, Jak?"

"He…I'd rather not talk about it," Jak answered quietly.

"Please, Jak, I think you need to tell someone. You probably haven't even told the rat yet, have you?"

"Nobody needs to know…our little secret…" Jak muttered as though quoting from memory.

"Jak, what did Erol do?" Torn asked again.

"I can't say…" Jak replied. "I just can't."

"Jak, I'm not going to think any less of you if you tell me. Nobody else needs to know. This can just stay between you and me," said Torn.

The older vampire could feel Jak's emotions rolling off him in waves. He couldn't tell what he was thinking though, showing he was getting better at shielding his mind already. There was fear and shame, as well as guilt and self-loathing.

"Jak, please tell me," Torn said, almost pleading with him.

"Torn…I…he…" Jak began. "I can't say it…"

"Take your time, Jak," Torn said softly. He was almost sure of what Erol had done now and hated the orange-haired commander all the more. If Erol weren't already dead, he would have been soon.

"…It started maybe a week or two after I first came to Haven City and was locked up. He started visiting me at night when he had nothing else to do. He would tell me how nobody would try to rescue me, that I was all alone and nobody cared. But I knew Daxter did. I just knew he would come for me eventually.

Until then, Erol kept visiting. He liked to try to get some kind of noise out of me. I was mute at that time but he liked to try to make me scream. But I wouldn't. I wouldn't scream during the experiments, I wouldn't scream when he beat me. I wouldn't make a sound because I knew that was what he wanted. Eventually though he found a way to make me scream," Jak sat back on the sofa and pulled his knees up to his chest defensively.

"He…said he'd decided on a new way of hurting me. Then he…he started removing my clothes, and his too." Jak stopped, closing his eyes tightly, wishing he wasn't reliving his nightmare but it was too late. He couldn't stop.

"It hurt so much…I couldn't help screaming… and he liked it. Said I had a beautiful scream. Used to order me to scream louder for him. Sadistic bastard liked it. Turned him on even more. He started coming more and more often…raping me just to hear me scream…"

Jak was shaking badly. "And…he would…do thing to me…make me…like it…"

Torn surprised him self then. He got up from his seat opposite Jak and sat next to the young vampire. He awkwardly pulled Jak against his chest.

"Erol's dead now, Jak. He can't hurt you anymore," that tattooed vampire murmured softly. "You couldn't help the reactions you had. Nobody could."

"I should have tried to resist him…not screamed…then maybe he wouldn't have done it more than a few times…" Jak whispered. Torn could feel that Jak thought he was dirty, tarnished and would never be clean.

"He would have come up with more ways," Torn said. "Eventually he would have gone too far and killed you if you had resisted too much."

"I wish he had," said Jak. He was clinging to Torn like a drowning man clings to a rock. "I wouldn't have had to put up with him any more."

"Jak, I-" Torn broke off, realising what he was going to say and then he continued anyway. "I'm glad he didn't kill you."

Jak looked up at him and smiled softly. "Thanks, Torn," he murmured. "I don't suppose I have to tell you to make sure the others never find out, do I?"

"I would never tell them," Torn said solemnly.

The pair of vampires stayed together on the sofa, Jak clinging to Torn and Torn holding him protectively, until Lucia returned.

"Hey, boys! I'm back! Got a few newspapers! You're still on the front cover so you'll have to be extra careful when you're hunting tonight," Lucia said as she shut the door behind her.

Jak and Torn realised they were holding each other and jerked apart just before Lucia walked in. Torn stood and took the newspapers off her.

"Heh…still looking for us," he noted. He flicked through a couple of pages. "They even have a report on what happened the other night at the warehouse."

Lucia winced slightly and Jak knew she had already read the article.

"…I killed how many...?" Torn murmured quietly, feeling guilt creeping over him.

"You couldn't help it, Torn. The Dark Eco in my blood affected you," Jak said, knowing Torn was feeling guilt. "If I hadn't made you feed from me It wouldn't have happened."

"But I should have tried harder to control myself…" Torn said.

"Torn, I've changed into an uncontrollable creature before so I know what it's like. You couldn't have changed back before you did, not matter what you did," Jak said

"Look, we can't do anything about it now," Lucia sighed. "What's done is done and nobody can change that. We need to concentrate on what we still can do."

"You're right," Torn said but he didn't feel much better.

"Of course I am!" Lucia said, grinning. "So, how's about we go out and you teach Jak to hunt?"

Torn looked over at Jak. "I think getting out of here will be good for now. You up for hunting, Jak?" the tattooed vampire asked.

Jak pulled a face as he thought about drinking from an elf but nodded. "Yeah, alright."

Lucia gave the newly Turned vampire a toothy smile. "Have fun, boy!" she said and left the apartment.

"She always liked to hunt alone," Torn explained to Jak. "So it's just you and me tonight."

Jak nodded and the two vampires headed out of the apartment. Torn took Jak over to the far side of the city where there were more bars and clubs. By now it was darker and there were a few drunken people stumbling around.

"Geez, people really start drinking early in this city," Jak commented.

"It's not like there's much else to do," Torn said. "You can either stay in or go out and get drunk. Given the choice, people choose alcohol which makes things easier for us."

Because we have to hunt these people and it's easier if they're drunk?" Jak questioned.

"It's easier to influence them and make them forget they ever saw you," Torn replied. Come on, we need to find you a target first."

Torn led Jak silently through alleys and side streets until they stood in the shadows opposite a rather shady looking bar.

"Jak, see that drunk guy over there?" Torn pointed to a young man drunkenly waving goodbye to his friends.

"He's our target?" Jak asked.

"You're target. I'm just observing and offering pointers here," Torn replied.

The two vampires followed the elf until he turned a corner into an empty street.

>Walk up behind him. Make some kind of noise so that he turns around,> Torn told Jak telepathically.

Jak nodded and obeyed. He fell into step behind the elf, making sure his footsteps were heard. The elf he was following turned around unsteadily.

"You followin' me?" he asked drunkenly.

>Look into his eyes, tell him to go to sleep,> Torn advised.

Jak made eye contact with the drunken elf in front of him. >Sleep,> he urged.

The elf blinked and fell over, sound asleep.

Torn came up behind Jak. >No one's around. You can feed here. Aim for the artery in the neck or the wrist.>

Jak took a breath and lifted the man so he could bite into his neck. He felt his teeth grow into fangs and he bit down with perfect aim.

Rich, warm blood lowed into his mouth. It was coppery, sweet and slightly alcoholic. Jak could taste the alcohol in the man's system. The blond vampire drank mouthful after mouthful, feeling himself grow in power and vitality.

Torn put a hand on his shoulder. "You can stop now. You've had enough."

But something inside Jak didn't want to stop. It wanted the blood and the power that came with it.

"Jak!" Torn snapped harshly, pulling him away.

Jak gave a little cry and reached for the elf.

"No, Jak! If you take much more, you'll kill him!" Torn said.

Jak gasped and felt disgusted with himself. 'I can't believe I fed from another person…' he thought.

Torn was checking the unconscious man. "He's fine. He'll wake up in the morning and think he just passed out drunk in the street," he said, looking over at Jak.

The older vampire found himself mesmerised by Jak's mouth. There was a smear of blood around his lips and the blond vampire hadn't realised it was there yet.

Torn could feel the hunger building up inside of him, as well as something else. Desire. It was like he wanted to kiss the blood off Jak's mouth. He leaned closer to Jak, half-imagining what those bloodstained lips would taste like…and realised what he was doing.

The tattooed vampire jerked away, ignoring the strange look Jak was giving him.

"You, uh, have some blood around your mouth," he muttered.

Jak raised a hand and wiped it off and then licked it off his hand. He realised what he was doing and pulled a look of disgust.

"Come on, I have to feed and then we'll go back to the apartment. We'll go back to Daxter and everybody in the morning," Torn said.

"Great," Jak said. He had missed having Daxter standing on his shoulder and was looking forward to hanging out with him again.

Torn led Jak back to the street outside the bar. It was easy to pick a target as they left and feed. Jak found himself watching his sire with interest as he fed.

'He's so gentle with them. Doesn't take more or less than what he needs and lies them down comfortably for when they wake up…' he noted with a little surprise.

Soon Torn was finished feeding and they headed back to the apartment. Lucia joined them on the way, having finished with her hunting.

"So, how'd it go?" she asked Jak.

"Okay," Jak replied, still not happy with having drank blood from an elf.

"Kid's a natural," Torn commented. "Perfect aim, got him hypnotised straight away…of course, it could just have been luck or that the man was easy to influence. And I had to stop him from accidentally killing-"

"Yeah, yeah, we get the point!" Jak snapped. He started walking faster, getting ahead of Torn and Lucia.

>Don't criticise him so much. It won't do any good. Just be happy, tell him he did well,> Lucia said telepathically to her brother.

If he doesn't know what mistakes he made, he'll go on making them, Torn replied.

>Only if he lasts past this week. Remember what his bargain was…> Lucia reminded.

>I remember…> Torn mentally sighed.

>You aren't going to persuade him not to commit suicide if you don't offer a few words of praise, y'know,>

>I don't praise. He knows this by now.> Torn said.

Lucia sighed. "Torn…you've changed so much from the brother I once knew…"

"You've changed too, sister," Torn replied.

The rest of the trip back to the apartment passed in silence. Once back, Lucia unlocked the door.

"Jak, get some sleep tonight," Torn called out as the younger vampire headed for his bedroom. "We're going to have a long day tomorrow.

Jak wondered if he would ever be able to sleep after what he'd done that night.

#Chapter end#

A/N: There is one thing that really annoys me about my spell checker. Sometimes it tells me there's an error where there isn't one and sometimes it tells me there's an error I can correct…so I correct it but the correction is wrong. O.o

I also hate my computer. It hates playing CDs and letting me put music on my mp3 player…that doesn't work now anyway. Grrr…

I have also typed most of this without my glasses on so now my eyes hurt. I hope you guys appreciate the effort I put into this one. If you want to know why I am not wearing my glasses, it is because they fell apart. Literally.

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