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 4. All Our Times Have Come
-School-
Jeff ignored Chris, staring down at his English textbook intently.
The blonde next to him pouted, "Come on, Jeff! You know you're excited about having a class with someone you know."
"I'm trying to learn, Chris." Jeff answered calmly, eyes reading over the words in the book quickly.
"Why?" Chris moaned in boredom, "I told you that when I become a rock star that I'd take care of you."
Jeff snickered, glancing over at Chris, "You are an idiot." But he closed his book anyway, knowing that he didn't care about grades or even graduating.
Chris grinned widely in triumph before leaning over to talk to his friend. "I'm going to the old neighborhood for a few hours after school. Got a call from Alice, she says the girls aren't doing very well."
Jeff exhaled slowly, "They're getting bullied, aren't they?"
"Like nerds from a TV show, man," Chris frowned, "Want to come?"
"How are we getting there?"
"Bikes."
"Chris, the last time you rode on one of my motorbikes, you killed it." Jeff rolled his eyes at the pout on the man's face, "Fine, whatever."
"Hardy, Irvine!" the teacher barked, "Quiet!"
The entire class was looking at them, some of them staring at Jeff with blatant fear in their eyes as they wondered what he would do to the teacher.
"Sorry," Jeff mumbled, turning away from Chris.
The whispers began from all over.
"Do you think he's going to try and kill Mr. Ross?"
"I bet he'll blow the school up soon."
"Call me crazy…but I would let that boy rape me any day."
Chris physically grimaced at the last one, eyed wide in disgusted shock. "What the hell is wrong with these people?"
Jeff snorted, letting the rumors circulate and not giving a damn about how far they'd go. "I don't care anymore. You know what really happened, that's all that matters at this point."
Chris smiled slightly, turning his head to look out the window. "So, you want to just wait until after school?"
"Yeah," Jeff murmured, "If I ditch again, Matt will have a baby."
-Several hours later-
"Chris?" Matt smiled, staring at the young blonde in surprise, "I didn't know you moved here."
Chris grinned easily, wrapping an arm around Jeff's shoulders, "I couldn't leave my baby alone, Matt." He cackled as Jeff shoved him off, his emerald eyes narrowed. The self-proclaimed king of the world turned his attention to the blonde at Matt's side and he inhaled quickly, smiling nervously, "I'm Chris Irvine; Jeff's only, and very sexy, friend."
Adam grinned, "It's nice to meet you, Chris. I'm glad that Jeff has you here, things have been difficult for him." He turned soft hazel eyes to Jeff, who Chris was stunned to see, had a small blush on his cheeks at Adam's words.
"Chris was actually Trish's first and only boyfriend," Matt laughed, "Jeff wouldn't let her date anyone else."
"No one else was good enough," Jeff replied fiercely. "Chris proved to me that he could treat her right so I stepped aside and let him."
"Not exactly," Chris smirked, "You were always with us. Even when I didn't know, you were there! Like a damn ghost."
Jeff snorted in reply, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the wall. "I have a favor to ask, Matt."
The older brother's eyes narrowed, "I don't know, Jeff…after what you did yesterday, I'm not sure if you should be given any favors."
Jeff rolled his eyes but before he could speak, Adam did it for him.
"Matt," Adam said gently, "you don't even know what Jeff is going to ask, let's just hear him out."
Matt sighed but accepted.
"Alice called Chris to tell him that the girls are being bullied in their school because of what happened to Trish," Jeff paused, waiting for Matt's nod to continue, "And she wants me and Chris to go visit and talk to them a bit."
"You want to go back to the old neighborhood." Matt frowned. "Jeff, I don't think that's a good idea."
Jeff glared, "If you're worried about people attacking me, don't be. I'll have Chris with me and if anything goes wrong, we'll come straight back." Seeing the doubt in his older brother's eyes, Jeff sighed, "Matt, please…Melissa and Christie really need us."
Matt sighed, turning to his husband. "What do you think, Addams?"
Adam hesitated, looking towards Jeff and Chris. They looked back at him, eyes hopeful and sad. Adam grinned, winking at the boys, "Call if you end up in jail."
Chris hooted, wrapping his arm around a stunned Jeff's neck, "All right! Jeff, man, your bro-law is awesome!"
"Yeah," Jeff grunted, shoving Chris off. He smiled up at Adam, who smiled back beautifully. "I knew that already."
Matt looked down at his wrist, checking his watch. "Okay, it's about to be three. I want you boys back here by nine, got it?"
With a quick nod, both boys ran out of the manor and towards the garage where Jeff kept his bikes.
"I want that one!" Chris exclaimed, circling a dark blue motorbike and staring at it greedily. He clambered on top of it before Jeff could say anything and gripped the steering wheel, grinning.
Jeff rolled his eyes before hopping up on his usual choice, a dark red bike with black décor. "All right, it'll take us about an hour to get there. We'll stay there till seven thirty and then head out. We should be home by eight thirty."
"Got it," Chris nodded, gripping tight onto the bikes handles.
Adam and Matt watched from the kitchen window as the teens left, the sound of tires screeching over dirt was loud in the still air. Soon, the bikes and the riders were out of sight.
"I really hope Jeff will be okay," Matt spoke softly, eyes now staring at the clouds in the sky. "The people in our old town are just convinced that Jeff murdered Trish."
"That's so sad," Adam shook his head, blonde locks grazing his chin, "It's nice that Chris transferred here so that Jeff wouldn't be on his own."
"Chris is a really dependable guy. He's a really good kid. His parents and our dad get along really well, and his entire family is probably the only family in that neighborhood besides Trish's that believes that Jeff didn't murder her."
"I don't understand that." Adam turned away from the window, sitting up on the counter. "How could they think that Jeff killed her? It was a car crash…wasn't it on the news or the paper?"
Matt shook his head, "All it takes is a rumor. The kids in school began to talk about Jeff and they told their parents about it and it struck up fear."
They both looked towards the stairs when they heard a very soft thump.
"Did you hear that?" Matt asked, eyes narrowing when his husband nodded quickly.
"Sounded like something hitting the floor." Adam hopped off the counter and both men made their way to the stairs where they saw a compact mirror on the ground. Adam picked it up, showing it to Matt who blinked.
"It belonged to Trish," the darker man supplied, "Trish's mom gave Jeff a bunch of her stuff. Wonder why it's down here though…"
Adam laughed softly, handing him the compact, "Maybe Trish is trying to tell us that she'll be watching and taking care of him."
Matt smiled, running his fingers over the little mirror and staring at his reflection. "Yeah. She always will."
{P.D}
Alice tilted her head, her brown eyes wide as she opened her door. Her face broke out into a wide smile and she happily wrapped her arms around the teens standing at her doorstep. "Oh, boys! It's so good to see you!"
Jeff and Chris hugged back, both of them wearing identical warm smiles on their faces as they embraced a woman who they considered a mom themselves.
Alice pulled away to take Jeff's face in her hands, eyeing every bit of his facial features. She then stepped back a bit to look at his entire body and she sighed softly, a frown marring her pretty face. "Jeff, sweetie…have you been taking care of yourself?"
Jeff bit his lip and shrugged, "As much as I can, honestly."
Smiling sadly, Alice stepped aside, letting the two boys into the house. "I've just baked a batch of cookies! I'll just get the girls and we can all sit down and snack."
Jeff and Chris sat down in the familiar kitchen stools and watched as Alice went into the next room. Both boys took in their surroundings, glad to see that nothing had changed.
"It feels great being here again," Chris murmured, and Jeff found himself nodding in reply.
"There are lots of memories here," Jeff glanced up at the stool across from him, feeling a pang in his heart as he remembered when Trish would sit in that stool, tossing popcorn into his face and laughing her head off with Chris as they watched him get irritated.
"Jeffy!"
"Chrissy!"
Jeff stood first, opening his arms for Melissa and holding onto her tightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Chris holding onto Christie, who sobbed into his shoulder. Jeff inhaled deeply as he felt Melissa's own tears begin to coat his shirt and he rubbed her back soothingly. "C'mon now, darling," he whispered into her hair, "it's okay, it's okay."
After a few minutes, Christie was rubbing her face, trying to be brave but Melissa refused to let go of Jeff.
"He keeps saying that Trish deserved what happened to her," Christie whispered, shuddering all over. "I hate him so much."
Chris's eyes darkened, "Who says this, Christie?"
"Nathan," she whined, rubbing her eyes. "Nathan Orton."
Jeff flinched, hands tightening into fists. Randy Orton's younger brother was a punk. A little shit who needed to get his ass handed to him.
"Don't you worry about it, Christie," Jeff murmured, rubbing his hands up and down a shaking Melissa's back, "He's an idiot and you girls know you can take him."
Alice chuckled, "While I don't encourage violence, I know that all those years of karate will definitely set that boy straight."
Jeff and Chris glanced at each other, grin on their faces.
"Shit, Jeff!" Chris whined, blocking another kick. "Can we take a break?"
Jeff chuckled, easing off of his friend. "All right, all right."
Chris slumped onto the floor next to his girlfriend, groaning in relief as she handed him a water bottle. He swallowed down half the bottle before tipping it over his head, letting the liquid rain down his head.
Trish stood, grinning at Jeff, "Is it my turn?"
Jeff laughed, "Yeah, if you want it to be." He readied himself for what Trish would bring, knowing that the girl could really land a hit on him if she wanted to.
"Can we try!"
Chris smiled brightly, patting the empty spot next to him. "Of course you can dollies," he told Trish's younger sisters. "Now, watch how Trish own Jeff."
Jeff was about to snort indignantly but yelped instead as Trish swept his feet from under him and he fell onto his back with a slight thud. He huffed as she delicately planted her foot on his chest, beaming down at him. "Your idiot boyfriend distracted me."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Trish winked, smiling playfully at her giggling sisters, "Sore loser!"
As Jeff and Chris talked to the girls, there was a knock on the door.
Alice frowned, "Well, who could that be?" she went off to answer it.
Jeff stared after her, feeling a weird tingle at the base of his spine. He stood up, gripping Chris's elbow. "Melissa, Christie, go into the living room."
The girls looked up at him in confusion.
"But, Jeff-"
They all jumped as a loud popping noise echoed throughout the house.
"Now!" Jeff yelled, and the girls shrieked and bolted out of the kitchen. Jeff and Chris raced towards the door, just in time to catch Alice, who had stumbled backwards in surprise.
"Shit, man!" someone yelled from outside, "I thought you said that no men were living in the house!"
"There wasn't!" another voice yelled before the sound of scattering feet ran down the pavement leading down the road.
"Assholes," Jeff hissed, kneeling down to look into Alice's eyes. He breathed in in relief as he noted that she wasn't hurt. "Was it a gun?"
Alice was pale but she nodded, "Yes, but I don't think it had real bullets. Maybe just some pellets."
"Still could have really injured you," Chris muttered, glaring at the ground. "Damn it, man! What is happening to this world?"
Alice sighed, "Ever since John passed away, little trouble-makers always try to rob this place. I've really been considering leaving here and going back to Canada."
"Might be best." Jeff agreed. "The girls could have a fresh start…and you'd be safe."
"I just need some time to get everything organized."
"Leave it to us," Chris said. "We'll take care of things. You just make sure the girls are well taken care of."
Even though they really didn't want to leave later that night, Jeff and Chris knew they had to.
"It's all right," Alice said, smiling softly at them, her hands on the girls' shoulders. "I've called my brother and he agreed to come and stay with us for a few days."
Jeff stroked Melissa's cheek, smiling down at her. "I'll come back soon, love."
Chris rolled his eyes, "We'll come back soon."
Just as they were about to leave, Melissa reached out and grabbed Jeff's wrist.
"…Say hi to Trishy for me," the girl whispered, staring up at Jeff's eyes.
Jeff's lips parted in surprise even as Chris complained about it wanting to rain and began to drag him back to the bikes.
'Say hi to…Trish?'
{P.D}
I procrastinate like hell, huh?
Sorry about that! Hope you all liked the chapter!
Love on!
