A/N: (sigh) I love me some vampires. They're so conducive to slash. And hotness. And sweet obsessive awesomeness. God dammit, I'm looking forward to writing this story… :)
As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed or favorited! :)
Slashdlite, though the New Brood was pretty short-lived (they were only around from August through October of 1999, according to Wikipedia), the three of them can say that they, without a doubt, had the most kick-ass entrance of any superstars in the history of the business, ever! As for your question about why Gangrel didn't turn Jeff, it was because he didn't want an equal. He wanted a slave.
Bernarde, I'll try not to disappoint… :) Onions, are you off your meds again? ;)
Neroanne, thank you! To be honest, I had two things in mind when writing Gangrel; one, Gary Oldman's smooth, creepy-ass performance of Dracula, when he was ogling Keanu Reeve's neck; and two, a perverted sex addict. I figured I couldn't go wrong if I combined those. ;)
SwantonEnigma, Animal Luvr 4 Life, ExtremeDiva18, Demoniac Bastard Scorpio, and Seraphalexiel, thanks for saying nice things about my crazy vampire fic!
WWE owns nearly everything mentioned herein, with the exception of Jeff Hardy, whose likeness is owned by TNA. Gangrel's puffy shirt is owned by Jerry Seinfeld, and rights to his mullet are currently in the possession of Dog the Bounty Hunter. :)
Awareness came back to Jeff slowly, piece by agonizing piece. Through a hazy veil, he felt jabs of pain, sharp enough to make him lose his breath.
Where was he? Why was he in so much pain?
He tried, several times, to pass out again, stubbornly refusing to move or open his eyes. He didn't want to think about this. He couldn't.
He just wanted to let himself sleep. To pretend that last night had never happened. To pretend that Gangrel never existed.
Consciousness had quietly seeped in while he wasn't looking, however, and now he found that he was unable to pass out, despite all efforts to do so. Groaning, Jeff shifted slightly, and let his eyes slip open.
He immediately realized that he was lying face-down on the carpeted floor of his hotel room. A quick glance down revealed that he was naked, though that didn't come as much of a surprise to him. Jeff shuddered when a cool draft of air suddenly passed over his bare skin. He heard the thrum of an air-conditioner somewhere nearby, working at full capacity. The young Hardy crawled on hands and knees over to the large commercial unit, reaching up quickly to turn it off with shaking hands.
Jeff fell back, leaning against the wall for support. He felt exhausted, to the bone. He felt drained.
Scattered recollections from the night before began to replay in his tangled thoughts, showing him flashes of blood, and tears, and pain. He didn't remember everything about last night's encounter, and he certainly couldn't recall how he'd ended up here on the floor. It was just like that sometimes. Jeff had gotten used to these blackouts, which were, undoubtedly, Gangrel's work. It didn't matter, though. Jeff kind of preferred it that way. The young Hardy had long ago come to the conclusion that, when it came to Gangrel, not knowing was always better than the alternative.
In the end, it didn't matter what the vampire had done to him. Last night, Gangrel had taken what he'd wanted, then left, and tonight, he'd be back to do it all over again.
Jeff sat there, very still. He was acutely aware of pain, stabbing angrily throughout his entire body. Everything hurt. His neck… oh god, it was throbbing. He could feel long, deep gashes running the length of his back, gashes that had been made by Gangrel's fangs. They stung like fire every time he shifted his torso.
Usually, Gangrel would at least do him the courtesy of healing his wounds. Jeff didn't understand why he'd left him like this. After all, wounds led to questions and suspicions, and the last thing a vampire wanted sniffing around his pet was a horde of suspicious mortals.
Jeff sluggishly pushed himself up off of the floor, using the bed as a support. Wrapping his arms protectively around his naked frame, he shuffled over to the full-length mirror by the door, wanting to see the damage that had been done.
He let his eyes roam over his battered body. He took in the ruin that Gangrel had so carelessly left behind, his face expressionless, his gaze lackluster. His back began to shake with silent sobs as he saw the dark bruises decorating his face and neck, the ugly scratches across his chest and stomach, the red chafe-marks on his wrists from the rough rope he'd been bound with. Jeff turned away, not wanting to see any more.
Taking a deep, unsteady breath, he walked towards the bathroom to clean himself up.
He would wash the blood away, and cover the bruises.
He would go to work, and act normal, even smile a little, all for the benefit of his oblivious brother.
Sighing sadly, he realized that his life hadn't always been like this.
Jeff slowly began to compose his face into a mask of calm, thoughtful stoicism. The pain was buried, deep beneath the mask.
On the inside, however, he was screaming for someone, anyone, to help him.
(Summer, 2002)
Jeff slowly shuffled through the back halls of the arena, his head bowed in exhaustion. Platinum blonde locks fell into his face, obscuring haunted green eyes. He ignored any wrestlers and crew members that he passed, keeping his gaze on the floor. Ignoring the whispered comments and the vile gossip, he continued on, knowing exactly what was being said. He'd heard it every night for months now.
"Oh Christ, looks like Hardy's high again."
"Jeff's all fucked up, and he's not even bothering to hide it!. I don't care what McMahon says; I'm not wrestling that little junkie. He's gonna break someone's neck with the state he's in!"
"Vince is gonna can his ass if he doesn't get his shit together real soon."
Jeff sighed, and kept walking. He didn't give a shit what any of the ignorant pricks in the locker room thought of him. Let them speculate. Let them gossip. They were 100 percent right anyway. He was as high as a fucking kite. Or, at least, he had been an hour ago. Now, the buzz was beginning to wear off, and his skin felt like it was crawling. He scratched at his arms, leaving red marks behind.
Jeff quickened his steps when he saw the exit come into view. He couldn't wait to get back to his hotel room. He had a small stash of pills left, and he figured it was just enough to bring him sweet, complete oblivion.
He desperately needed it after the week he'd had. Gangrel had been especially… attentive this week. Jeff sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. He didn't want to think about the fucking vampire tonight. Gangrel had promised that he would keep his distance for the night, to give him time to recuperate from their previous "sessions".
Jeff, therefore, planned to spend the evening forgetting that any of this shit had ever happened. These days, forgetting was his favorite thing to do.
He shambled out of the door and into the quiet night. Taking a deep breath of the cool air, Jeff wondered, not for the first time, what the consequences would be, were he to leave Gangrel. Since that night almost three years ago, the vampire had ruled over him, treating him like a slave, or a piece of property. Jeff supposed that was what he was.
Jeff got into his car, and began to drive towards the hotel, the anticipation building. He needed his pills. Then he'd be able to relax-
"JEFFREY."
The name sounded like a claxon in his head. He nearly swerved off of the road, alarmed and gasping. Jeff finally managed to straighten out the wheel.
"God dammit!" he yelled, punching the dashboard in frustration. He hated when the vampire contacted him through telepathy. He never had any warning, and Gangrel often chose extremely inconvenient or inappropriate times to invade his head.
"I am waiting in your hotel room, Jeffrey. I will expect you in twenty minutes. No more."The voice paused. "The pills under your mattress have been disposed of. We have spoken about the narcotics, yes? I can see now that my disciplinary tactics may have to change."
Jeff listened to the voice, his teeth gritted in pain and anger. Gangrel had promised to leave him alone tonight.
But there would be no escape from his hellish existence. Not tonight.
He glanced down at his watch, panicking as he realized that he barely had enough time to make it back to the hotel. He had twenty minutes; he'd probably run into his room, sweating and out of breath, at nineteen and a half.
"I just need to get through tonight", he whispered desperately, "And then, I'll be just fine. Tomorrow, I'll be okay."
It was the same thing he'd told himself before every encounter with the vampire.
Three years had passed, however, and the young Hardy's situation was only getting worse.
Jeff was definitely not okay.
Gangrel sat on the hard hotel bed, waiting. He leaned back against the headboard, utterly still, his strange eyes locked on the door before him. A quick glance at the digital bedside clock informed him that Jeffrey had less than a minute to get here.
Gangrel, however, was quite confident that Jeffrey would arrive on time. He knew the consequences for disobedience. He would not defy him; not tonight.
The vampire's mouth quirked in a small smile as he heard rushed footsteps outside the room, a key card being frantically swiped, and the door handle being turned.
Jeffrey had arrived, and with 30 seconds to spare.
The young Hardy ran into the room, panting and wild-eyed, his expression a mixture of fear, unchecked anger, and profound angst. Gangrel loved it. He drank it in.
"Hello, Jeffrey", the vampire said lowly, rising from the bed and walking towards him with predatory lust in his gaze, "You're just on time." He smiled affectionately as he watched the young Hardy slowly back away.
"Look, just stay away from me", Jeff begged, his voice unsteady, "Please, I can't do this tonight-"
Gangrel moved faster than Jeff's eyes could follow. Before he could blink, the young Hardy was wrapped up in the vampire's arms, chest to chest, held so tightly that he was barely able to breathe. Gangrel's animal-like golden eyes shone as they roamed his prisoner's pale skin and long, slender neck. Jeff's eyes widened fearfully as he watched the vampire's deadly incisors smoothly lengthen.
"Please… you promised to leave me alone tonight…", Jeff choked.
Gangrel gently caressed the smooth skin of Hardy's cheek. "I lied", he said matter-of-factly, "Oh, do not look so put out, Jeffrey!" He leaned in slightly, a dangerous look upon his pale face. "You know as well as I do that you have been keeping things from me." Jeff flinched. He knew what the vampire was referring to. "I will not be lied to, Jeffrey, and I will not be disobeyed", Gangrel said, his voice low, "You went directly against my word. You continued to take your drugs, when I had expressely forbidden it." Jeff looked away; he prayed this wouldn't end in a painful death.
"You will be punished." Gangrel spoke the words nonchalantly, as if he were commenting on the weather. Jeff felt the vampire's sharp nails digging into the tender skin beneath his chin, forcing him to look up. Reluctantly, he did so, meeting Gangrel's frigid gaze.
"Take your clothing off. Now."
Unable to look at Gangrel's face, Jeff miserably began to remove his t-shirt, followed by the baggy jeans, shoes, and socks he was wearing. There was a pair of boxers underneath it all, but they would remain… for now. Jeff removed his clothing slowly, making sure he angled himself so the vampire could see everything. He'd been through this countless times over the last three years, and in that time he'd learned exactly what to do. He'd slowly strip, show off the goods a little, then try to hide the fact that he wanted to die. That was always how these sessions began.
Gangrel stood, watching him expectantly. There was, after all, more to this ritual. Looking to the ground in mock-submission, Jeff dropped to his knees, and crossed his hands behind his back, waiting.
"You can get through this", Jeff thought desperately, "You've done it before. Just pretend you're somewhere else, and you'll be fine."
He flinched when he felt rope encircling his wrists, pulling tightly, leaving no room for movement or escape. Scowling, he realized the vampire had tied him unusually tight tonight. As always, however, he stayed still. Doing otherwise would not have boded well for him.
Suddenly, he felt Gangrel slide in behind him, skin to skin, his body melded to his own. Jeff had to force himself not to recoil in disgust when he felt the vampire's hard-on poke into his lower back. He didn't move a muscle as Gangrel's arms embraced him tightly. Freezing digits began to caress his skin, the feather-light touch languidly exploring his chest and abs.
His fingers moved down, and down, until they reached the waistband of the young Hardy's boxer shorts. Jeff tensed, and Gangrel felt it. The vampire laughed at Jeff's apprehension, cool breath ghosting over the back of Hardy's neck. His hand then slipped easily into Jeff's underwear.
Jeff tried to pull out of the vampire's grasp, knowing all the while that it was impossible. His eyes widened as he felt Gangrel wrap his hand around his limp cock and begin to pump it.
"Stop it!", Jeff cried out, caught halfway between anger and fear, "God dammit, let me go!" The young Hardy's cock was getting harder by the second, and he hated himself for it.
"Ah, you don't want me to stop, Jeffrey", Gangrel hissed, his hand roughly tugging on the younger man's dick, "You enjoy this."
"Fuck you!", Jeff growled, trying to twist his lower body away from Gangrel's probing hands.
Gangrel's fangs sank forcefully into his neck. Jeff let out a scream of pain when the vampire began to draw blood. He was sucking too hard, taking too much blood too quickly.
After a moment, Gangrel ripped his fangs out, bringing a small spray of blood. He licked the gooey liquid off of his lips, and teeth, swallowing with a satisfied smile. Leaning over the young Hardy, he lapped at the still-bleeding wounds on his neck.
"You taste delicious, Jeffrey", he whispered, grinning through a mouthful of blood. He kept up a steady rhythm on Jeff's cock, which was now hard and dripping with pre-cum. The young Hardy lay limply back against the vampire, panting heavily, his eyes half-lidded.
Suddenly, Gangrel stopped, pulling his hand away from Jeff's cock.
He rose, letting the young Hardy fall heavily to the ground. He stood over the prone boy, studying him with a lecherous smirk upon his pale face.
Jeff was very weak from exhaustion and blood loss. Trails of blood poured from pin-prick wounds in his neck, coagulating in pools on his chest and shoulders. Looking lower, Gangrel's smile widened as he took in the noticeable tent pushing up the front of Jeff's boxers.
The vampire sighed in contentment. Never had he had a slave this delectable. Tied up, bleeding, and ripe for the taking.
Gangrel sat down on Jeff's legs, then tore the boxer shorts off of his body, leaving him completely naked. Jeff opened his mouth to protest.
"Don't move", the vampire said, his tone threatening.
Jeff froze, looking up at Gangrel with wide, green eyes.
The vampire bent over the terrified Hardy boy and sank his teeth into his erect cock. Jeff screamed in pain, trying desperately not to move for fear of having his penis ripped in half by the vampire's deadly eye-teeth.
Gangrel had stuck his teeth in towards the head of Jeff's cock. He sucked on the young Hardy's sweet lifeblood, and licked the tender, abused organ, enjoying Jeff's taste. He loved Jeff's screams of pain; they made the vampire want to fuck him through the floor.
Gangrel pulled his needle-sharp teeth out when he was done, licking over the bleeding wounds he'd left behind. He quickly bit into his wrist and rubbed some of his immortal blood over the puncture wounds, healing them. It wouldn't do to let the young Hardy bleed out.
Jeff lay there, unmoving, his face screwed up in a grimace of pain. He prayed that this would be over soon.
Suddenly, Gangrel pulled him up by his arm, forcing him to sit erect. "Get on your knees, and put your face to the floor." The vampire's tone brooked no argument.
Jeff stared at Gangrel, hoping that he had heard incorrectly.
Gangrel stared right back at him.
Jeff's eyes widened in terror. He shook his head in protest, trying to push himself as far from the vampire as he could get.
Gangrel, however, was not perturbed in the slightest by Jeff's hesitation. He gracefully swept forward and stepped onto Jeff's chest, forcing him to stay where he was. Staring down at the frightened Hardy boy, he calmly repeated, "Get on your knees, and put your face to the floor. Now."
Jeff did as he was told. He knelt, and let his face rest on the floor. His ass, as a result, was put on display, something that could not have boded well. His hands were still tied firmly behind his back.
He felt the vampire move in behind him. The corpse-like hands grabbed firm hold of his ass cheeks, kneading them, tracing the musculature. Then, suddenly, he felt Gangrel pull at the soft skin, forcing his cheeks apart slightly. The vampire began licking at Jeff's pucker, his tongue dipping in and out, lapping at the pink, tender skin. To his disgust, Jeff immediately felt his dick stiffen up.
"Stop…", Jeff muttered, trying to twist his hips away from the vampire's probing tongue, "Stop it."
Gangrel suddenly let out an angry, animalistic growl. He then bit into the area he'd previously been lavishing with his tongue. Jeff let out a high-pitched scream.
"No! Stop!", he sobbed, "Please, stop!"
Gangrel yanked his teeth out. He immediately moved in behind Jeff, and, with no pretense or warning, plunged his cock in. Jeff screamed again.
Vampire sex is different from human sex, and Jeff had learned this the hard way. Vampires are stronger, and the last place they think about controlling their super-human strength is the bedroom.
Human slaves have died while fucking vampires.
Jeff didn't want to think about that right now, though. His ass felt like it was being raped by an elephant cock. He felt like he was being stabbed, over and over again. Oblivious to Jeff's screams, or perhaps turned on by them, Gangrel pushed in, harder and faster. The young Hardy sobbed, begging him to ease up. His pleas were ignored.
Jeff grimaced in pain and exhaustion. The left side of his face had obtained a nasty rug-burn from being pushed into the carpet, and he had a slew of bleeding cuts all over his body because Gangrel liked to eat while he fucked. His arms were starting to cramp from being tied for so long. And, on top of all this, he was getting really woozy from the blood loss.
Jeff grimaced as he felt the vampire quickly pull out, and then cum all over his back. He gritted his teeth when he felt how raw his ass was, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
Jeff watched the vampire rise, stretch his muscles, and re-dress. Suddenly, Gangrel scowled, and the young Hardy cowered a bit, afraid it had to do with him. Jeff realized, however, that the vampire was glaring down at his own leg.
"Come here, Jeffrey", said the vampire, still looking at his pants.
Jeff rose, and walked over, head bowed. Now that he was closer, Jeff could see a bead of cum on Gangrel's black pants. Gangrel carefully picked it up with his finger and held it out to Jeff, an expectant look upon his face. Too exhausted to argue, the young Hardy got to his knees, and licked the cum off of Gangrel's finger, making sure to swallow.
Jeff looked away from the vampire's satisfied smile. He felt pathetic. Why wasn't he putting up more of a fight? He used to fight. Now, here he was, a cum-swallowing fuck toy. He'd become nothing more than a god damn blood bag for this disgusting vampire to consume, over and over again. He didn't know how to make it stop, though. There was no one to help him. God knows Matt wouldn't believe him. And there was no one else. After all, he couldn't run to the police and say he was being raped every night by a vampire. They'd commit him. Or throw him in jail for all the drugs he'd been doing these last years. His career would be over. His life would be over.
What could he do?
With a sigh, his thoughts turned to his pills. He had another stash hidden at the arena.
He supposed he always had his pills to fall back on.
(Present Day)
Jeff reluctantly entered the catering hall. His head was bowed as he walked, his long blue and red hair eclipsing his face.
Glancing around, he quickly located his brother, who was sitting with Adam Copeland and Jay Reso. He would rather have grabbed some food and slipped out to eat alone, but he knew he'd hear about it later, so he figured he'd just get the pleasantries over with now.
"There he is! Jeffro, you're late!", called Matt, ever jovial, "Come on, we saved you a seat."
Sighing inwardly, Jeff slid onto the bench next to his brother. He began to pick at the deli meats he'd picked up, not really intending to eat anything. The last thing he wanted to do right now was eat.
Edge and Christian shared a look, and it wasn't lost on Jeff. "You okay, Jeffro? You look a little tired."
Jeff re-adjusted his sunglasses. They were hiding an eye that was bruised and swollen shut.
"Yeah", the young Hardy replied, "I guess I was just up late last night, and it's catching up with me. I'm kind of exhausted."
Adam and Christian glanced at each other.
"Well, you should eat something", said Matt, who was oblivious to the tension at the table, "It'll make you feel better."
Jeff shook his head, standing. "I'm not hungry. I think I'm just gonna try and get some fresh air before the show. It'll wake me up. I'll see you guys a little later."
He began to walk towards the doors, dipping his head so the bruises on his face and neck would be concealed by his hair.
"Has he been acting a little off lately?", asked Adam, who was watching Jeff's departure intently.
Matt scoffed. "Jeff is always a little off."
"Yeah, I suppose…", replied Jay, not sounding convinced.
Adam stood. "It's a nice night out there. I think Jeffro had the right idea. I'm gonna go for a walk before the show."
"I'll go with you", Jay said, standing also, "I need to get out of this place for a few minutes. It's claustrophobic."
Matt said, "If you see my brother, remind him not to be late. He can be kind of air-headed about time management sometimes."
"Will do", replied Adam, pulling Jay along.
Once they were outside, Adam whispered, "We need to find Jeff."
Jay stared at the ground, his eyes hard. "You think-"
"Jeff was fine yesterday. He's been fine for months. Completely normal. Then, all of a sudden, he shows up wearing sunglasses, bruises on his throat, and looking like he's about to pass out from either pain or exhaustion. I don't think, Jay; I know. This stinks of that pig Gangrel."
"But Jeff swore he was gone!"
"Then he lied", Adam said simply.
"Didn't I already clearly state that I don't want, or need, your help?" Both Edge and Christian's heads snapped to the left at the sound of Jeff's voice. He stood in a nearby doorway, glaring at the two of them.
Jeff's face was a mask of desperation. "You have to leave me alone, god dammit!", he said quietly, "If he sees me with you, or if it gets back to him that you were talking to me for reasons not relating to work, he will kill me, do you understand? You need to forget about me. Just go; I'll be alright. He'll leave again, at some point-"
"Jeff, the last thing you are is alright, for Christ's sake! He's never going to leave again! That was a one-time deal, and you know it", replied Adam, "That motherfucker is possessive, and he's territorial. Once he's staked a claim, he'll stick around until it's no longer useful, until he finds something else to pique his interest, or until it's dead. Trust me on this, the two of us know!"
"It doesn't matter, Adam", Jeff said wearily, "There's nothing I can do about this."
"But-"
Jeff stepped forward, his bloodshot green eyes blazing. "No! I can't deal with the consequences for stepping out of line." He glanced up at the sky, and saw that the sun was setting. "I have to go now. I meant what I said. I'll be fine. Please just leave me alone. I don't need any more problems."
With that, he turned and walked briskly back into the arena, sunglasses firmly in place.
Edge and Christian watched him go, concern and frustration etched on their pale faces.
"What are we going to do?", asked Jay, looking a bit lost.
Edge's face tightened. "What we should've done ten years ago", he replied, "We're gonna stake that motherfucker. And then we're gonna watch him fly straight down to hell."
Poor, poor Jeffy. How I love to torture thee. It's only gonna get worse. Oh god, so much worse. I have a lot planned for this story, and if Jeffro comes out with his sanity intact, it'll be a damn miracle.
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