Title: Passion Deranged

Author: NeroAnne

Disclaimer: I don't own the following wrestlers. Do I wish? Oh yes. But do I own? Oh no. XD.

Summary: After a car accident takes away Jeff Hardy's best friend, he is determined to bring her back. Using witchcraft, he attempts to resurrect his dead friend and ends up conjuring demons into the house he shares with his older brother and his brother-in-law. Slash.

{P.D}

Chapter 2. Flat-Liner

"Jeff?" There was knocking on his door but it sounded like it was coming from right behind his ear. "Jeff, it's time for school! Come on, I'll give you a ride." Adam's footsteps could be heard moving down the hall.

His emerald eyes slowly opening, Jeff took in his surroundings. He was on the floor, his shoulders and head propped up against the hard-wood door behind him. His lower body was stretched out on the floor and from his position; he could see the book of witchcraft lying closed at the center of the pentagram.

Jeff stood slowly, wincing as his muscles cracked. He raised a hand and touched at the back of his head. His fingers moved over a small bump that was hidden in his hair. Wincing, he removed his hand and looked around, feeling his body go cold.

"Trish?" he whispered, eyes looking out for his light. "Darlin?" he looked everywhere. He got down on his knees, staring under his bed. He jerked open the closet only to find mothballs and some dust. Finally, he looked behind the vanity and he sighed softly.

Nothing.

"Jeff!" Matt called from downstairs, causing him to jump, "Come on, bro! Adam and I have to drop you off now so we can make it to work!"

Sighing in disappointment, Jeff quickly pulled on a dark blue hoodie over his black wife-beater. He shoved his feet into his shoes and tied his hair up in a loose bun. "I'm coming!" he called down to Matt, grabbing his messenger bag as he quickly darted out of the room.

As soon as the door shut behind him, the whispers began.

"Please, please," she begged, her head bowed, "don't hurt him. He didn't know." She whimpered as large hands grabbed her by her arms, shaking her so hard that her blonde hair whipped over her vision. Through wisps of blonde hair, she was able to see cold blue eyes glaring at her.

"He should have known that what he was doing was stupid," the man hissed angrily, his mouth set in a snarl, "Do you know what he's done? He's let them out! He opened a portal into their world and I can't stop them this time!"

"W-why not?" Trish jumped as a loud chuckle sounded from Jeff's closet. She turned her head, watching with horrified eyes as the same two demons that appeared before Jeff last night came to stand near her.

"He can't stop us because we took him with us when we destroyed us," the man wearing black smirked, his voice sinister and his eyes insidious, "Isn't that right, Cena?"

"If I was able to get rid of you once, I'm sure I can do it again," Cena growled, not intimidated by the man at all. "As soon as I get my strength back, Taker, you and Kane are done for!"

The masked man laughed, his arms crossing over his broad chest. "You haven't yet realized, have you?" he looked down to Trish, who tried to hide behind Cena. "Your little boyfriend isn't who you think he is."

Trish's lower lip trembled but she glared up at the man bravely, "Jeff is not my boyfriend and you know nothing about him!"

Taker and Kane shared an amused glance before Taker spoke up, "Trust me, little girl, we know him way better than you ever will."

There was a soft creaking sound as someone came up the stairs. All eyes turned towards the door and they watched as it slowly opened to reveal another intimidating man, whose face was covered in some kind of make-up…or paint. He had black hair slicked back against his neck and a twisted gas glow smile painted onto his lips.

Taker and Kane stiffened, and Cena all but screamed, all three of them staring at the man angrily.

"I know him best," the man rasped, chuckling as the door closed behind him.

{P.D}

Jeff glared at his desk.

He hated this school. He hated these people. It was only his first class and already people were giving him odd looks and whispering was going on around him. They were pointing at him. Making up rumors about him. Judging him.

"I hear he left his old school because the kids were calling him a murderer." Stupid bitch number one whispered to stupid bitch number two.

"No way! Him? He's so cute though…who did he kill?" Stupid bitch number two asked.

"From what I heard, he killed his girlfriend in the backseat of his dad's truck."

"Holy shit! How did he kill her?"

"Well, he suffocated her after he raped-"

Jeff stood, his face a mask of fury and his fists clenched tightly. He made his way over to the girls, who had screamed in terror and had turned white. He grabbed Stupid bitch number one and pulled her in by her sweater collar, "Who the FUCK told you that?"

Stupid bitch whimpered, her eyes watering. She opened and closed her mouth, looking at him pleadingly.

"Let the girl go, Hardy. You're scaring her."

His blood running cold, Jeff turned, locking eyes with a fellow blonde.

His ice blue eyes were narrowed, arms crossed over his leather jacket. He was frowning, but he wasn't angry. He was sad.

Sneering, Jeff took his hands off the girl, making sure not to hurt her. He did give her a cold glare though, and he walked out of the classroom, leaving behind a traumatized class and a confused teacher, who had just made her way back from the bathroom.

"Mr. Hardy? Where are you going?" the teacher asked, but received no answer.

Jeff stalked off the school grounds, his hands buried in his hoodie pockets. "What are you doing here?" he asked quietly, knowing the other teen was following him. They made it to an alley, and Jeff sat down, his knees up against his chest.

"I transferred," was the simple reply. "Wanted to make sure you were okay." He leaned against the wall next to Jeff, his foot propped up behind him.

Jeff sniffed in reply. "…I'm sorry, Chris."

Chris Irvine sighed, shaking his head. "Jeff, you didn't kill her."

"But I let her die," Jeff snapped, eyes closing. "…and the rumors." He turned around, meeting the other boy's eyes. "Chris, I loved Trish but I…we never…"

Smiling pathetically, Chris nodded, "Trish was my girlfriend, Jeff. I trusted her. I trust you. I know you didn't feel for her romantically. I knew what I was getting myself into way before I asked her out." He sat down, their knees almost touching. "When I first saw her…it was like that love at first sight thing. She was so beautiful. So happy. But then I saw her with you."

Jeff glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and relaxed as Chris smiled at him.

"Jeff, you were Trish's world. I knew she loved me, in her own way. She was definitely in love with me, I know that much. But she loved you so passionately that it scared me sometimes. But how could I get jealous when I know that you both were just so dependent on each other? You knew her way before I did. You were first and I was completely okay with that. It made me happy to see the both of you happy."

Jeff sighed, "You're one of a kind, Chris." He got a wink and a toothy smile in response.

"I'm the king of the world, baby," Chris joked lightly.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a long time before Jeff decided to break it.

"I didn't mean to let her die."

Chris sighed heavily, "What could you have done, Jeff? Your car flipped over and you couldn't reach her. She doesn't think you're to blame. No one that knows you does."

Jeff closed his eyes, remembering.

-9 Months Ago; October 31st-

"That movie sucked," Jeff complained, staring at the road straight ahead, while brushing his red-dyed hair away from his face, "I mean, how the hell do sharks get in a lake?"

Trish laughed, switching stations on the radio, "You fell asleep for that part. Some guy put them there to raise them as pets."

"You're shitting me." Jeff rolled his eyes. "The horror movie genre is just going to shit these days."

Trish snickered and tilted her head as the sound of Pearl Jam sounded up the inside of the car. "Your cell phone is ringing."

"It's a text," Jeff replied, keeping his eyes on the road as he patted his jeans pockets. "Fuck, I can't get to it. Do you mind, darlin?"

"Course not, love," Trish unbuckled herself from her seat-belt and moved closer to him as she slipped her hand into Jeff's pocket, grasping the phone and holding it out to him after reading the name of the sender of the text, "it's your brother."

Jeff opened up the text by pressing on a button and looked down at the message.

Hey, when are you coming home? I have a date tonight and I need the car.

"He just wants to know when we're coming home." Jeff told his friend.

"Oh, alright. Tell him we'll stop by an ice cream shop and ask him if he wants anything."

"Gotcha." Jeff left one hand on the wheel and he typed quickly with his free hand, glancing up from the phone every few seconds to look at the road.

It happened too fast.

"Jeff!" Trish screamed.

Jeff looked up just in time to see another truck coming straight towards them. Cursing loudly, Jeff grabbed the wheel with both hands and tried to swerve the car into a safe area. It was not to be. His dad's truck swerved too fast and flipped over.

All he could see were colors. Yellow, red, black.

When he opened his eyes again, he was seat-belted onto his seat, suspended upside down. A trickle of blood left his lips and some was sliding down his temple from a cut on his head. Groaning in pain, Jeff turned his head to look at Trish and cried out.

Her head was lying at an awkward angle, her eyes wide with fear. She hadn't had her seat-belt on…she took it off to reach his phone. Her blonde hair was soaked with her blood and she was coughing up even more of the sticky red liquid. She wasn't suspended upside down like he was. She was on her back, on the roof of the car, glass lying around her body.

"Trish!" Jeff struggled with his seat-belt but his hand was refusing to co-operate with him. He struggled, hissing in pain as shards of glass sunk into his body but he didn't care. Trish. He had to help Trish.

"Sir! We need you to stay calm! You don't know if you're seriously injured!" a policeman told him firmly, stepping aside as the firemen used the jaws of life to crack open his door and pull him out of the wrecked car.

"No, no! Trish! I'm alright, damn it! Help HER!"

"Sir, we're taking you to the hospital."

"No, no! TRISH!"

Back at their home, Matt Hardy blinked as Jeff's response came in the form of a strange text.

We'll be there as soon as we pick up some ice cream. Do you want

"Do I want?" Matt murmured to himself. "Do I want what?"

And then, his cell phone rang. It was from Jeff but it wasn't Jeff who talked to him on the phone.

"Are you related to Jeff Hardy?" the strange man asked and Matt had to sit down.

This wasn't good.

Jeff snapped out of his memory as Chris stood up, sighing. He watched as the man pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered. "…You smoke? Trish hates it when people smoke."

"I took it up recently for my health," Chris replied sarcastically. At Jeff's bemused look, he sighed, "Look, it's nothing too bad. It's not pot. Or crack. Just fags."

Jeff knew what they were. He used to be an avid smoker before he met Trish. Back when smoking at 12 was considered "cool".

He took one, shaking his head as Chris held out a hand to help him up. "I'm not going back to school." He did take the lighter that was handed to him though.

"Suit yourself, man," Chris shoved his hands into his leather pants pockets. Amazing that he could do that when they were so tight. "I'll come see you soon. Maybe after the punishment Matt gives you for cutting the first day of school." He pocketed the lighter once Jeff returned it.

Jeff snorted and watched him walk off.

Before he left completely, Chris stopped and looked back at Jeff. "That blonde Matt was with when he dropped you off…was that his partner?"

Jeff smiled grimly around his cig, "Adam reminds you of Trish, doesn't he?"

A hallow look crossed Chris's face. "Yeah." And he was gone.

[P.D]

Jeff didn't blink.

Matt groaned, running his hands through his hair and tugging in what looked like a painful manner. "Jeffrey! Today was your first day of school and you walked out? Jeff, don't you realize how serious this is?"

Jeff didn't reply. He stared at his brother calmly, waiting for his turn to speak while he sipped at his herbal tea.

Matt growled when he noticed how calm Jeff was and he opened his mouth to scream some more when the blonde sitting at his side spoke up.

"Let's hear what Jeff has to say, baby," Adam murmured gently, stroking Matt's back comfortingly.

Matt pinned his brother with a glare but obediently waited for Jeff to speak.

Taking a deep breath, Jeff whispered, "Rumors."

Two sets of eyes blinked repeatedly at him.

"Rumors?" Adam echoed.

"Rumors." Jeff confirmed. "Around the school, the students are saying that I suffocated Trish in the backseat of daddy's truck," he paused as Adam gasped, "and that I raped her before I did that."

The uncomfortable silence that followed was only broken by Jeff's casual sipping. Finally, after nearly five minutes of Matt and Adam sharing pained glanced, Adam decided to talk.

"Jeff, you can't let them get to you. You know you didn't do that. We know you didn't do that. No one else matters."

"Easy for you to say," Jeff grunted, staring at Adam over the rim of his cup, "You don't have thousands of kids whispering and pointing and running away scared at the sight of you."

Matt sighed, "I'll excuse what you did, Jeff. But no more cutting school, alright?"

Jeff nodded once and stood, leaving the empty cup behind. "I'll be in my room," he muttered, "if you come in and I'm reading, get out."

He shuffled up the stairs, running his hands through his hair. He'd left it blonde ever since Trish left him. Maybe he should color it again. Maybe he should do baby blue. That was her favorite color, after all.

As he moved to open his door, he paused. Pressing his ear up against the old wood, his eyes widened.

Voices. Whispering. People were whispering and arguing in his room.

Grabbing the door-knob quietly, Jeff quickly turned it and shove open his door. What he saw inside made his jaw drop and his eyes widen.

[P.D]

Oooh, cliff-hanger. :D

Haha. This is fun. I'm falling into the thriller stories at a quicker pace. Awe yeah, ghosts/demons yeah.

Anyway, a little announcement: For a couple of months now, I've had Sony Vegas Pro 10. It's a video editing software that I use to make epic vids. Now, I'm working on trailers for my fics. The one I'm working on now is the trailer for Screamworks but I'll be doing The Burning, Rapture, and this one; Passion Deranged.

You can go to my profile and find my youtube acct link there. I also have a tumblr, where I usually post edited pics of Jeff by me and I also reblog a LOT of Jeff Hardy, Ville Valo and Tom Felton stuff. My tumblr is neroanne(dot)tumblr(dot)com take out the parenthesis and add periods. Yeah.

Anyway, yeah. Screamworks chapter 14 will be up in two days. Yeah, no more monthly waiting. I'm back on track.

Love on!