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 3. Love's Mysteries
Nothing.
Jeff looked around slowly, finding no explanation for the voices he'd been hearing inside his room only seconds ago. No sign of life…or death.
Frowning, Jeff closed the door behind him and made his way over to his bed. He lay down; inhaling Trish's rapidly fading scent before he turned on his back, staring at his ceiling.
Why hadn't it worked?
"Maybe I made a mistake with the incantation," Jeff muttered, narrowing his eyes. "If they'd make the damn words in English, I'm sure I'd have no trouble reciting them. Damn witch-magic." He got down on his knees and began to rub away the pentagram, pleased when the chalk erased from the wood easily with just a bit of water used.
He stayed in his room for a few hours, reading and re-reading the instructions in the book over and over again. Glancing down at the clock on his nightstand, he noted that it was nearly nine in the evening and that he hadn't yet showered.
Getting up, Jeff stretched, arching up on his toes before he lazily sagged his shoulders and grabbed a towel, heading to the bathroom. As soon as he stepped under the hot spray of water, he felt the tension leave his body and he sighed, rivulets of water sliding down his parted lips.
He was in the process of washing the lavender-lemon scented conditioner that Matt had gotten for him from his hair when he was distracted by the sound of the bathroom door opening.
"Jeff?" Adam's voice came from behind the curtain and the teen jumped, pressing his back against the tile and keeping his eyes glued on the silhouette of the Canadian through the curtain.
"Uh, yeah?"
"I'm sorry to bother you right now," Adam laughed a bit, "but you have company, I just wanted you to know that I sent them to your room."
'Company?' Jeff frowned, pulling back the shower curtain a bit to look at Adam. "I don't know anybody from here, how could I have company?"
"Well, I don't know but they were adamant that they should see you tonight. I tried telling them to come back tomorrow afternoon after you finished school, but-oh," Adam flushed as Jeff pulled back the curtain completely, exposing himself briefly before his pale hands grabbed his towel, wrapping it loosely around his mid-section.
Jeff ignored the blush on the man's cheeks and turned to the sink, grabbing his hair brush and running it over his wet hair quickly. "Never mind, I'll go see who it is now." He walked past Adam and made his way to his room.
He stepped through the opened door of his room and stopped, narrowing his eyes at the three males in his room. Keeping his eyes on locked on cobalt blue orbs, he waved his hand dismissively at the other two boys. "Leave. Now."
"I told you he wouldn't be happy to see us." The brown-haired male smacked the blonde standing next to him on the arm. "We should have just let Randy come in by himself."
The blonde sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Alright, alright. Let's go, Cody. Randy, I'm giving you ten minutes, man. My dad will freak out if he wakes up and sees the limo missing."
A nod from the tallest male was his answer, and satisfied, Ted left the room along with Cody.
Jeff bit his bottom lip and turned away from Randy, looking through his clothes to pick out a pair of sleeping bottoms. "Why now?" he asked softly.
He could feel the cold blue eyes cutting into his back when the answer came. "I…I wanted to apologize."
Jeff almost choked on his laughter. "You? Apologize?" he frowned and turned back around, the sleeping bottoms in his hand. "Be still my beating heart."
Randy watched him carefully before taking a step closer. "I never meant what I said to you that night…or what happened the day after."
Jeff shrugged, letting the towel slip off his waist. He had nothing to hide. Not from Randy. He pulled up the sleeping pants, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned his attention back to the taller man. "I know you didn't. You say those words to anyone you want to bend over and fu-"
In two quick strides, Randy had Jeff held tightly in his powerful arms. He tightened the muscled limbs around the blonde as the struggle began. One of Randy's hands slid into Jeff's hair and with a tight but not too painful tug, Jeff stopped moving, face tilted up so they could stare into each other's eyes.
"That's not what I'm talking about." Randy breathed, his lips inches away from Jeff's frowning mouth. "I meant those words. And you know it."
"Do I?" Jeff challenged, eyebrows furrowed. "The very next day, you had your arms wrapped around Candice."
"Because you had your arms wrapped around Trish," Randy spat, eyes darkening. He sighed, resting his forehead against Jeff's. "I meant what I said after," he whispered. "The crap I said about her. I didn't mean it. I was just jealous and that stupid fight, it shouldn't have happened."
Jeff shoved the bigger man away, glaring. "You're only saying this to me now because she's dead, aren't you? If Trish were right here, right now, you'd have never come back. You know it, and I know it. Please, leave. I thought I made myself clear the first time when I said I never wanted to see you again."
Randy clenched his fists. "Alright, fine. I'll leave." He made his way to the door, brushing against Jeff, who stepped away. "But for whatever the hell it's worth…I really am sorry about Trish."
And he was gone.
Jeff stared blankly at his floor, shaking. He moved up a hand up to his hair, touching the silky wet strands.
"Ex-boyfriend?"
Jeff turned his head to see Adam leaning against his door-frame, staring at him with knowing eyes. Sighing, Jeff crawled onto his bed and rested on his stomach, his arms pillowed underneath his head. "No, nothing like that."
"May I come in?" Adam waited for Jeff to shrug before he walked in, sitting down on the bed besides Jeff, reaching his hand out to stroke the pale skin on the teen's lower back. "He was…your first?"
"Yeah. First taste of cock I ever got." Jeff muttered, smirking as he felt Adam stiffen besides him. "Oh, come on. That can't bother you. You live on cock, don't you?"
"You don't have to be so crude," Adam huffed, cheeks red. "But yes." He was quiet for a minute. "How old were you?"
Jeff hesitated. Matt didn't even know about Randy…
"I won't tell your brother if you don't want me to." Adam promised.
"Nah, you can tell him. I'm sure he's been wondering if I was bent since I was 13 anyway." Jeff closed his eyes, thinking back to when he was with Randy. "I was sixteen when I got involved with him. He didn't like Trish so I never took it further even though he wanted to."
"Did it hurt?"
"Like having a bottle shoved up your ass," Jeff muttered, playing with Trish's wrist, staring at the tanned skin thoughtfully. "You should get a tattoo here."
"Tattoos are trashy," Trish replied calmly. "Well? Do you think he's the one?"
Jeff narrowed his eyes. After the amazing fuck the night before, Randy had pressed a very possessive kiss against his mouth and when he'd ask if he needed a ride to school, Jeff had replied with a very honest: "I'm sorry, but I usually pick Trish up."
Randy had gone off; calling Trish useless, and just a stupid blonde with tits and hips. Jeff had promptly kicked him out at that time.
Jeff looked up from the table as a couple entered the cafeteria and catcalls erupted from the small area. He stiffened when he noticed Randy, his tattooed arms wrapped around the petite waist of Candice Michelle, a freshman whose pussy had seen more action than a football field.
"No." Jeff answered shortly, "He's not even close to being the one."
The lunch period went on without much incident. As soon as the bell tolled, though, things got bad.
Jeff stood, wrapping his arm around Trish's shoulders as they walked out of the cafeteria and towards their next class. Barely two minutes went by and he found himself face to face with Randy.
The taller boy's cobalt hues flashed and they lingered on Jeff for a while before lowering down to the tiny female at his side and glaring angrily. "A word, Jeff?"
Jeff sneered, "Asshole. There you go, that's your word." He took a hold of Trish's elbow, being gentle, and tried to pull her along.
Randy didn't let up. He grabbed the top of Jeff's jeans, using them as a handle to pull him in until their chests bumped. "Don't you fucking dare," Randy's eyes narrowed, "you know how I feel about you."
"And you know how I feel about her," Jeff hissed in reply, struggling to get away from the bigger male.
"Randyyy," Candice whined, pawing at Orton's muscled arm, "You promised to walk me to class." Her brown eyes moved towards Trish and she smiled nastily, "Hey, Trishy, how's daddy doing?"
Trish inhaled through clenched teeth, staring stonily at the brown-haired girl. "My father is none of your concern, Candice."
Candice giggled, "Shouldn't be your concern either…seeing as he's dead."
Jeff had been too busy trying to ignore Randy's quiet whispers and gentle touches when it happened, but he sure as hell did hear the loud thump as Candice landed on the floor after Trish tackled her.
"Hey!" Randy made a grab at Trish's hair in an attempt to pull her off of a shrieking Candice but found himself being shoved back by Jeff instead. Eyes flashing dangerously, Randy straightened himself up and locked eyes with the blonde. "So, this is how it's going to be?"
Jeff clenched his fists at his sides, "Looks like it," he answered coldly. And the brawl began.
It only took several minutes for school officials to rip them away from each other, but at the end, Jeff had a black eye and a bruised temple and Randy's lower lip was swollen and his left cheek was swelling rapidly.
In the arms of the guard, Jeff looked around for Trish and when he spotted her, he couldn't help but grin.
Besides having her hair fucked up and her cheeks red from several slaps, she was fine. A quick look at Candice's directed had him laughing loudly.
The girl was demolished. Her face was bruised and swollen and her nose had several droplets of blood pouring from it. She was sobbing loudly, trying to cuddle up to Randy, who was spitting curses and snarls in their direction.
Later, in the principal's office, Jeff and Trish were seated together on the couch, waiting for their turn at punishment.
Trish sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Jeff."
Jeff tilted his head at her, "What? Why? You fought fucking amazingly."
"No, it's just…" she licked her lips, "I know you felt something for Randy and he seemed to really like you…I'm just sorry that he didn't like me."
Jeff snorted. "You're important to me. If I'm ever going to be in a serious relationship, the guy has to know that you come first. Always do."
Beaming, Trish rested her head against Jeff's shoulder. "Likewise, love."
Adam hummed, tapping his finger against his chin thoughtfully.
"What?" Jeff asked, eyeing the Canadian suspiciously.
"Forgive me for asking, Jeff…but are you sure that you weren't in love with Trish?" Adam winced when emerald eyes glared up at him. "It's just…well, when I was younger; I had a real close best friend, too. His name was Jay and he we did everything together. People used to think we were brothers but when Matt came along, I put your brother as my number one. Jay and I are still close but we…we're not…"
Jeff rolled his eyes, "I wasn't in love with Trish. She was the first person to give a fuck about me besides my family. Know what she did to me the first time she met me? I was leaning against my dirt bike, smoking a fag after doing some pretty sweet jumps and she comes right up to me, plucks the fag from my mouth and stomps on it. Any other girl would have asked kindly for me to not smoke. Trish pretty much forced me. She was different and that attracted me to her. But that doesn't mean I was in love with her."
Adam smiled, "Alright." He stood, stretching, "Make sure you get to bed soon, you've got class tomorrow."
"Rapture," Jeff muttered dryly as Adam left his room. Cuddling up to his pillow, he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
Once he was asleep, Trish slowly stepped out from behind the vanity mirror and stared down at her best friend with a small smile of her face.
John appeared besides her, frowning but otherwise relaxed. "You'll have to show yourself to him eventually. Now that he's let them out, he's going to need help."
"I know." Trish sat on Jeff's bed, making no indentation on the mattress whatsoever. "I just want to watch him for tonight."
John shrugged, settling against the wall.
Together, they watched as Jeff inhaled and exhaled as he slept.
{P.D}
So, yeah.
I should have Screamworks, The Burning or Rapture updated sometime this weekend.
Thanks for all the reviews! Cherish each one of them.
And I was asked by one of you (I'm sorry, I tried to find your question but my emails were purged) why I never respond to my reviews or questions during each chapter. Well, I just don't like taking up space but if you do have questions about my fics, the videos, or just me in general, don't hesitate to ask. I plan on making small video segments in which I answer the lot of you if you want. *smile*
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