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What Last Forever
Jamez groaned as he woke up. His body ached. He couldn't figure out why and to be quite truthful he wasn't sure he wanted to know. He looked up at the ceiling.
White, white and white. It was disgustingly white. His gaze travelled further down to a white wall with cracks in it. His eyes settled on a plain grey steel bed across from him which meant he was lying on the cold floor. He couldn't really feel the cold, but he could imagine it. Memories of last night came travelling back to him. The guard, undoing his pants, ripping off his cloths… The guard had been brutal, his hips had hurt but not as bad as hiss ass hurted when the guard… no, he'd better not think to much about it.
His sat up slowly and silently. It hurt. He supported his weight on his two hands behind him and sat in that position. He had nothing else to do. His eyes travelled the small room again and he saw a fresh set of cloths lying on the so called bed. With the support of the wall behind him he managed to get up on his feet and go to the bed. He sat down heavily, almost like he fell down, and the second hisassmade contact with the bed he regretted not being gently. He cursed silently and began to pile of the remains of his cloths, if they could even be called cloths anymore.
He hadn't noticed it before but there was blood between his legs, even on the floor. His eyes found the simple sink and he went over to it and drenched his ripped t-shirt in cold water. He began to clean his legs and he winched when the ragged t-shirt first made contact. It was so damnable cold!
He had only just managed to get fully dressed andcleaned up the blood on the floor when his door was unlocked and flung open. There was this guard again. Jamez felt his eyes narrow on reflex and he glared evilly. This deed would not get unpunished. The guard however seemed unaffected.
"Save it murderer! I've seen that look coming from far worse people than you!" the guard said.
"Lay off his back Murray!" another guard said from behind. Jamez caught a glimpse of the other guard. He got the immediate feeling that the guard was much nicer than the one he had been unfortunate to have.
"Then you take him and I can have yours!" his guard said.
"Sure. No problem." The new guard entered his pod and Jamez stood leaning silently against the wall; watching for any sign that this new guard would do something violent towards him.
"Go on then. We're taking you to lunch and after that we'll take you to protective custody. I believe your trail is today?" the guard said. He wasn't looking anything out of the ordinarily. Perhaps even a bit boring with his brown hair and blue eyes.
As Jamez were led out, doing all he could to mask his limping, he took a notice to the name Murray. He would rememver it.Oh yes, he would get even. He would indeed.
"How are you?" Spike asked him when he entered his new pod later that day.
"Peachy," he said sourly. Spike looked at him for the longest time before he crashed down next to him.
"You're hurt. You've been raped," he said and lay his arms around Jamez. Jamez pushed him away in an irritated motion.
"So? What's it to you?" he spat.
"I'm gonna kill that person!" Spike said heatedly.
"Oh no you won't!" Jamez said immediately. "He's mine!" he said darkly with his eyes cold as ice.
"Let me take a look at you," Spike murmured. Jamez struggled at first when Spike began to undress his pants but eventually he gave up.
"Damn," Spike murmured when he saw the damage.
"Yeah, that was kinda my thought you know," Jamez said.
"What happened?" Spike asked while he used his hands topreform some magical healing.
Jamez winched a little bit when Spike came on contact with more sensitive areas.
"I was hit in the head, I couldn't use my magic to defend myself. Either way, I think it was good I didn't. Or I would have to face a wizarding trail." As fast as the words had left his mouth he tensed.
"Spike!" he said and it came out in a hiss. Spike peered down at him surprised.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Can't they track the magic now?" he asked.
"Not this kind of magic, as well as the concealment charm I used on you yesterday."
"Oh," Jamez said and relaxed again. He enjoyed the feeling of Spike's smooth hands touching his ass with care. Those hands were soft and warm.
"Oh god!" he whimpered when Spike asserted one finger in his private area. He both liked it and hated it. He hated it because it hurt but he liked it because the pain was going away since Spike used his magic through his finger.
"Oh you like this do you?" Spike said in a light teasing voice.
"Um," he groaned. Normally Spike would probably have taken this situation to his advantage but this time he didn't. Instead of turning Jamez on he withdrew his finger and began to clean up. Once again Spike fumbled withJamez's pants but this time it was the other way around; he was trying to close them.
Jamez groaned a little when Spike grabbed his hip. Spike let go as if burned.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked in a concerned voice. Jamez had never heard so much emotion in Spike's voice before. The vampire was actually concerned for him.
"Well, look at the bruising!" Jamez said in his best 'daah' voice.
"Oh, sorry. I guess I was more concentrated on other… areas," Spike said and actually blushed.
"Nothing unusual there then," Jamez said dryly. He turned over on the side a little bit so Spike could get better access to his bruised hip. His left one hurt more than his right.
"Oh, it's all black and blue and yellow… The one who did it must have been a hell of a brutal one!" Spike said.
"I'll live," Jamez said.
"Are you sure I can't kill him?" Spike said and looked down on him, completely serious.
"Yes, I believe it's my right to do that, not yours or anyone else's," he said just as serious.
Spike nodded understandingly. After that he gripped his hip and began to make the pain and the bruises fade until they could no longer be seenor felt.
"I feel I must warn you," Spike said suddenly. Jamez glanced at him warily. He had a bad feeling about this.
"About what?" he asked.
"The girl. She's still alive."
"Huh?" was his not so intelligent response.
"The Granger girl, I never killed her. Not right now but I will.."
"I don't wanna hear it!" Jamez said quickly. Spike inclined his head in acknowledge.
"What did you do last night?" Jamez asked once they had finished. He sat down on his newsteel grey bed and folded his legs and took Spike's hand to play with. Spike sat close to him. Close enough for Jamez to lean his head on the blond's shoulder, which he did.
"I went to the club and announced our 'vacation'. And then I went for a hunt," Spike said guiltily but Jamez just waved his hand for him to go on. He couldn't care less of who Spike had killed.
"Then I went into a fight with some Nazi fuck," Spike finished.
Jamez raised and eyebrow.
"Nazi fuck? How did that happen?"
"I was kinda feeding on a black dude, and those Nazi fucks thought I was gay and deep- tonguing the black dude, so we got into a fight."
"What did you do to them?" Jamez asked amused.
"Nothing actually. Our little friends came to visit me. Those of the gang we pissed off, both of them actually. So I had to run for it before they figured that I wasn't exactly human you know."
"Not exactly human, that's also a way to put it!" Jamez laughed lightly.
"You know, I thought you'd be upset. I mean you've onlyjust been raped but you don't seem to care. Why not?" Spike asked once again concerned.
"You know, that's the funny part. I don't care. I don't know why I don't, I know I should but I just… don't. You know? It doesn't bother me as it should. Maybe a year ago I would have been crying my eyes out and been kicking and screaming or something. Probably even pitying myself. But now is now and I don't do either of those things. Perhaps it has to do with me being half vampire or something. Jamez shifted to he could look upat Spike's face. Would you have cared?" he asked.
Spike glanced down at him before he looked away.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I would probably have felt something, rage, hurt.. Anything. I wouldn't be as calm as you are now, but what do I know?" he said.
"Yeah, I'm calm… But I'm planning my revenge. Which, by the way, I won't tell you about. It will be a surprise."
A few hours later.
"Mr Jamez Bluemoon, the court find you hereby guilty for murderon Jess Alvarez. Without further all due you shall be shipped off..."
"What? To where? To where?" Jamez protested loudly.
"To the worst hell hole in the whole United States," his lawyer said soberly.
Jamez stared openly at him.
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