A/N: I'm going to start off by apologizing to anyone who might've liked Antrim. If anyone out there is really into red-headed vampires, I promise I'll make it up to you with lots of Jeff-submissiveness and E&C-vamp hate. ;)
I'm just going to put in a quick word about my other stories, in case anyone's interested. If anyone was reading "Doppelganger", I'm actively working on the next chapter for that right now. "Papercuts" is also getting some love. So don't forget about me in the coming weeks. I promise I'll get some stuff out for you to read. :)
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, or alerted!
Slashdlite, thank you! I'll try not to be so long between chapters from now on… :)
Neroanne, good lord, your reviews make me smile. LOL, hmmmm, gang rape. Now that gives me ideas…. }; )
Jacobluver113, thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed the little glimpse into Gangrel's, and Edge's and Christian's, pasts. There'll be more to come about what drives these characters, and how they came to be who they are today, in the following chapters. :)
Rhiannamator, I agree that Jeff just seems to fit with vampires. I knew that E&C had to be included if I was gonna do a wrestling/vamp fic, because, well, I think it's an unwritten rule somewhere. In fact, I'm kind of cheating by throwing them all in together, because a Hardy/E&C/Gangrel vamp fic is the best type of fic there is, as far as I'm concerned. LOL, Antrim would've treated Adam (and probably Jay) right, but he decided to leave, for some reason. Maybe he found a pretty blonde hooker in the alley to help him out… As for the Council, future chapters will tell. Thanks for the glowing review!
Takers Dark Lover, thank you! As for poor Antrim, more will be explained later about his death.
Seraphalexiel, as always, thank you kindly for your awesome review. You're really too nice to me. :) As for how Antrim met his end, Gangrel locked him in a room with Justin Bieber music playing full-blast, until his head exploded. A sad, sad thing. ;)
The WWE owns everything, because they are, without dispute, the largest wrestling company in the world. TNA, however, is the second largest, and they own Jeffrey Nero Hardy. As far as I'm concerned, therefore, TNA wins. Where Jeff goes, I go.
Oh, and just in case he's in a suing mood, Matt Hardy owns himself.
Enjoy Chapter 4!
(Present Day)
Matt Hardy was sitting in the second-floor lounge of the hotel, leaning back in a comfortable armchair and dangling a half-empty bottle of beer from between his first and second fingers. His eyes were directed towards Jeff, who was sitting across from him, gazing tiredly out of the window.
"So, Jeffro", Matt said suddenly, drawing the younger man out of his thoughts, "How's your program going with Punk?"
Jeff sighed and turned his weary gaze on Matt. "I don't think they're gonna keep it going much longer", he answered, "We really don't work well together."
"That's a shame", Matt said, shaking his head, "I thought you two put on some good matches."
Jeff shrugged, not really giving a shit. He turned back to the window, and resumed his study of the nondescript buildings outside. God, how he envied his brother's ability to focus so completely on such trivial things. Wrestling, and girls, and parties, and training; these had become the length and breadth of Matt's existence.
"Are you doing okay, Jeffy?", Matt asked, leaning forward. His face was solemn as he took in his brother's slumped and tired form, "You said you were gonna start getting more sleep, but you look exhausted. Really pale, too-"
"I'm fine", Jeff said softly. His gaze remained locked on the window by their seats.
Matt's brows creased into a concerned frown. "Jeff-"
The young Hardy sighed, and met his brother's gaze. "Matty, there's honestly nothing wrong. I've just been really tired lately, that's all. The schedule's been getting to me, and my sleep's been all screwed up. It's like I told you the other night, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine."
Matt ran his hands back through his long, curly hair, and took a swig of his beer. He sighed. "Well something's not right, 'cause you look like hell."
Jeff glanced at his reflection in the window glass. He did look like hell. Washed-out and sickly.
Fragile.
The young Hardy could feel the effect of years spent with Gangrel, pressing down like a sinister weight on his shoulders. He felt filthy, and used, and worn-out.
Jeff turned away from his sad, tired face in the window pane. He glanced at his brother, who was watching him warily, obviously not knowing quite what to say.
Sighing inwardly, he wondered if he should finally just tell Matt about Gangrel.
His brother was obviously already suspicious of something going on anyway.
He realized with a stab of anger that Matt probably thought he was popping pills again. He supposed he wouldn't be able to blame him for thinking that way. After all, he was pale, tired, thin, moody, anti-social…
It was only logical to think that drugs had caused this.
Jeff picked up his beer and took a long, deep pull from it. When he was finished, he thumped the half-empty bottle down onto the wooden tabletop and sat back in his seat, glowering.
Jeff looked across the table at his brother. He wanted so badly to tell Matt everything, to share his dark secret with the person he trusted most in the world.
Looking away, he abruptly reminded himself that it could never happen. Matt could never find out about his situation with the vampire. It would be disastrous, should his brother ever discover what was going on. He would rush in, rage at a boiling point, fists flying.
And Jeff knew exactly how that confrontation would play out. Gangrel would play with him, attempting to manipulate him to his will. He would wheedle his way into Matt's mind, trying to force him to do things he didn't want to do. It made Jeff sick to think about that perverted fuck of a vampire getting off on his brother's hatred and fear, arrogantly forcing his influence upon him.
At some point, however, Jeff knew the vampire would tire of playing his games. And when that happened, his brother's fate would have to be decided.
Gangrel really only had two options. He could either force Matt to drink his blood, enslaving him as he had Jeff, or he could simply wash his hands of the entire matter, and drain him dry.
Gangrel had always been purposely ambiguous when it came to his possible intentions for Matt. There had always been an implied threat there, though as long as Jeff remained obedient to him, the vampire had never seemed to have any desire to include the older Hardy in his sick amusements.
Jeff didn't want Matt even remotely involved in his problems with Gangrel. Therefore, he had long ago resolved to never say anything to him about his vampire master, no matter how dire his situation became.
He had to keep to that decision now.
Jeff would keep his head down, and he would do as he was told, if it would protect Matt. He knew there was no way to shield himself from Gangrel, but at least he could keep his brother safe.
The young Hardy glanced up at Matt. He was sipping at his beer, a troubled expression on his face.
"So, what about your feud with that little prick Drew?", Jeff said suddenly, abruptly shifting the topic of conversation, "I missed your match this week. What happened?"
Matt brightened. He loved talking wrestling with his little brother. "That little fuck kicked me in the face!" He pointed to a mark on his cheek. "You wouldn't believe the shit I had to go through to pin his ass…"
Matt spoke, and Jeff listened. And he realized, with a tinge of sadness, that this was the only hint of normality he ever experienced anymore.
Shaking himself out of his perpetual melancholy, he decided to enjoy it.
[xxxxx]
Edge and Christian sat at a table across the room from the Hardy brothers. Sipping at tall glasses of Molson beer, they kept a steady eye on Jeff, who, they saw with concern, was not doing a very good job of concealing his emotional and physical state from his brother.
"Gangrel must be working him over good", Adam said softly, gazing at Jeff over the brim of his glass.
"Yeah, he looks fucking terrible", said Jay, "How can Matt not see that?"
Adam shook his head. "Don't pile any of the blame on Matt. He has no reason to believe anything is wrong, especially when Jeffro is constantly feeding him believable excuses and lies. Remember, he's gonna find out about all this sooner or later, and then he'll be feeling plenty guilty."
Jay leaned his head on his hand, bored. He saw Matt begin moving his hands about in wild, jerky motions while he excitedly spoke to Jeff about something. The younger Hardy, for his part, looked happy just to be there, in safe surroundings, with someone who cared for him. There was a small smile on his pale lips.
Jeff's cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting whatever mundane story Matt had been telling.
The smile abruptly disappeared from Jeff's face.
Adam and Jay watched him slowly pick the device up and, with shaking hands, press the button to answer it.
He listened for a moment, his eyes locked on the hotel carpet, face expressionless. Then, without speaking a word, he hung up.
Edge and Christian saw Matt ask who that had been. Jeff said no one. He said a telemarketer.
Matt resumed speaking, but Jeff didn't appear to be listening now. He stared down at his tightly-clasped hands, fidgeting and glancing towards the exit once in a while.
Five minutes after receiving the phone call, Jeff said he had to go to the bathroom.
Adam and Jay watched him walk out of the hotel lounge.
"Let's go", said Edge quietly.
Silently, the two of them followed, praying they would intercept Jeff in time.
[xxxxx]
A few minutes after hanging up the phone, Jeff rose. He let Matt know that he was running to the bathroom, adding that he'd be back in a few minutes. Not waiting to hear his brother's reply, the younger Hardy turned and hurriedly exited the lounge.
Jeff paused only for a moment, to ponder going back upstairs for his coat. With a heavy sigh, he realized that he simply didn't have time. Gangrel was waiting for him and he knew that the vampire was always looking for any excuse to punish him. He couldn't be late. The young Hardy sped down the stairs and across the lobby, toward the main doors at the front of the building.
Before leaving, he stopped to fix his rumpled appearance, running a hand back through his hair, and straightening his clothes. He knew he was pale and somewhat unkempt, but there was nothing he could do about that at this point. Gangrel would have to deal with it.
Shuddering, he remembered the vampire's words to him on the phone: "Wait 5 minutes, Jeffrey, then come outside. I wish to talk with you."
Talk. Jeff held down bitter laughter at the thought of the two of them, conversing peacefully. Gangrel never simply talked. He swept in whenever he felt like it and tore him apart, piece by piece by piece. That was his role. Jeff's was to kneel, and be silent, and take it. It was foolish to think that anything else was possible.
The young Hardy had no illusions about the way this night would end.
Miserable and afraid, Jeff pushed open the double doors and made his way into the chilly air.
The first thing he noticed, with a sinking feeling in his gut, was that the street was completely empty. He had hoped that there would be a crowd milling about, as Gangrel would be less likely to do anything to him around other people.
Hugging himself tightly against the frigid night air, Jeff began carefully scanning the shadows for any sign of his vampire master.
"Come to me, Jeffrey, and I shall gladly warm you", Gangrel's arrogant voice suddenly echoed softly in his head, startling him out of his own thoughts.
Resigned, Jeff walked, coatless, into the biting wind, his slim body quaking in the bitter cold. He knew that Gangrel was watching his every step, his every movement, from somewhere beyond his sight, in the darkness. The thought made him sick with fear, and infuriated him, all at once.
He was tired of being hunted like an animal. Didn't this game ever get old?
Coming to the corner, Jeff waited for some cars to pass. A particularly cold wind blew, causing him to bring his arms around himself again. It didn't really help. He hoped Gangrel had a place nearby where he could warm himself up.
A few more cars sped by.
Suddenly, Jeff's eyes were drawn towards the foot of the shadowy building across the street. He thought he saw something within the darkness, moving around. Silent, and pale against the night.
The young Hardy gasped as Gangrel suddenly walked into the pool of light cast by the streetlamp. The vampire's eyes were fixed unwaveringly on Jeff, who stared back, uncomfortably noting the arrogant smirk twisting Gangrel's thin lips.
"My, Jeffrey, you're looking lovely tonight." Jeff jumped when he heard the vampire's voice in his head."Pale and wilting, like a delicate flower."
The young Hardy glared as he felt the vampire's amusement shimmer across their blood bond. The yellowish light illuminating Gangrel made him look ghostly, and every bit the monster that he was.
Jeff looked away from the disturbing tableau, waiting for the traffic to diminish so he could cross.
"JEFF!", a cry suddenly rang out from down the street.
Distantly, he heard pounding footsteps, coming his way.
"Jeff, where the hell are you?"
Jeff gasped, his eyes widening. What the fuck were they doing here?
The young Hardy glanced over at Gangrel. The vampire was glaring in the direction of the voices, rage distorting his features.
"JEFF!" The cry came again, closer this time.
Jeff's eyes met Gangrel's. Terrified, the young human took a step back from the curb.
"So, my lovely one", spoke the vampire, watching Jeff's cowering form with a steady, fierce glower, "My clever boy. You have finally betrayed me. I suppose I should have known you would disobey my edict sooner or later. I should have realized that, given the circumstances, you would sneak off to my former whores to beg for help."
Jeff was dumbstruck. He could find no words to deny him, though his assertions were certainly lies, and none of this was actually his fault. His mouth worked, but he was so frightened that he just stood there, silent, letting it all slowly sink in. Gangrel thought he'd asked Adam and Jay to free him? He had it all wrong…
Why Edge and Christian were running around the streets screaming his name in the middle of the night was beyond him. The last time he'd spoken to them it was to tell them, in a not-so-polite manner, to back off. So why the fuck were they here, making his life a thousand times worse than it had to be? Why couldn't they leave him alone?
Jeff's eyes remained locked on Gangrel's. The vampire stood still on the curb across the street, golden eyes frigid, face expressionless.
Waiting.
Two seconds later, quick, noisy footsteps echoed between the silent buildings.
Adam and Jay appeared a half-block away, panting from exertion. They saw Jeff, standing on the curb, frozen, his wide green eyes staring across the street.
Jay ran over to him and dropped a gentle hand onto the younger man's trembling shoulder. "Jeff, are you okay?"
Jeff's eyes remained fixed on the pool of light cast by the flickering streetlamp across the street. "Where the fuck did he go?", the young Hardy whispered, fear soaking his tone, "Where is he?"
Jeff suddenly yelled out in pain and surprise as his body was jerked backwards with force. One of Gangrel's arms tightly encircled his arms and torso. His other hand covered Jeff's mouth.
The young Hardy stood stock-still, too frightened to struggle against his undead captor.
He knew Gangrel had always held a deep-seated hatred for Edge and Christian. Jeff prayed that he, being held firmly in the vampire's grip, would not bear the physical brunt of that.
This was what he had been trying to prevent. This was why he'd wanted them to stay away from him in the first place.
"Let him go, god dammit!", Adam spit, his hands balled into tight, white-knuckled fists.
Gangrel glared at his former slaves, his amber eyes glinting in the low light.
"You may have found a way out of my grasp, Adam", he hissed, "And I may not be allowed to touch either of you now, but that does not mean that you are afforded the right to order me about."
Adam narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of ordering you around, Gangrel", he said, "After all, humans were born into this world to serve vampires, isn't that right? It's simply the natural order of things. At least, that's what you always you used to tell us, over and over, as if you were trying to justify your sick actions. Vampires are higher up on the food chain, so they must be allowed to do whatever they please with the human cattle."
Jay added, "It's a shame that the Ruling Council didn't agree with that sentiment."
Gangrel hissed, "The Ruling Council is nothing to me-"
"Bullshit!", interrupted Adam, taking a step forward, "If they were nothing to you, then you would show your cowardly ass in public. If they were nothing, we'd have been dead years ago. You're scared to death of them, and of what they'll do when they find you." The blonde wrestler tilted his head, regarding the vampire with narrowed eyes. "You're supposed to be in exile, aren't you? Someplace far, far away from here. But you've decided that hiding out here and molesting Jeff nightly is preferable to obeying their law."
Jay shot the vampire a fierce glower. "How do you think your Ruling Council would feel about the fact that you've taken yet another human slave? I'm sure they'd love to hear about that."
Adam watched the vampire closely, his eyes intense. "I'm also sure they'd love to know that you've not only taken a slave, against their ordinance, but you've abused the shit out of him, over and over, every night, so that he's barely able to function anymore."
Jeff whimpered as the vampire's grip suddenly tightened.
Gangrel laughed, a cold, cruel laugh. "Abused him? I haven't abused him. Have I, Jeffrey?" He removed his hand from the young Hardy's mouth.
Jeff stood there, frozen, Gangrel's arms wrapped tightly around him. He looked utterly lost, and terrified. "Jeffrey?", the vampire prompted once more, impatience lacing his tone. Gangrel's nails began to push into the tender flesh of the young Hardy's upper arms.
Whimpering, Jeff shook his head, shame and disgust cascading off of him in waves. A tear slid down the pale skin of his cheek. "No…", he rasped, "You haven't abused me."
Gangrel bent over Jeff's arm and licked at the small wounds that had been opened up. The young Hardy was perfectly still, his eyes tightly closed. Smirking, the vampire stood straight again and began to absently pet Jeff's hair, his eyes locked with Adam's. "You see?", he said, "Jeff is perfectly happy. He is my lovely one, my beautiful pet. Unlike the two of you." His tone was suddenly contemptuous. "You two were simply my whores."
"Fuck you, you piece of shit!", snarled Jay.
Gangrel laughed, a cruel sound. He pulled Jeff's hair back with crude force, causing the young Hardy to whimper in pain.
"Do not despair, Jason. Jeffrey is well-cared for. After all, many slaves have bowed before me, but he has always been my favorite. The taste of him…", whispered the vampire, smiling slightly, "I could feed upon him for the rest of my long years, and I would never grow weary of the taste of his blood, nor the sweet flavor of his tears, and his sweat, and his skin."
Gangrel bent down, and, as if to prove his point, he slowly licked up the side of Jeff's slender neck.
"Please, stop it-", Jeff whispered.
Suddenly, Edge and Christian saw him tense. Looking to Gangrel, they realized why. The vampire's fangs had lengthened, and were threatening to penetrate the tender skin of Jeff's throat.
Adam growled, "Let him go-"
"Shut the fuck up, you little bitch", Gangrel hissed, his tone suddenly filled with rage. He stood straight, pulling Jeff close against his chest. Adam and Jay looked on, furious, but helpless to do anything.
"Go to the Council if you want, boys", the vampire snarled, "Tell them your stories. But I guarantee you, they won't listen. They'll never even let you in the door. And if they do, by some miracle, decide to pursue the matter, I can promise you that Jeffrey will be the one to suffer for it. The Magistrates will be sent to retrieve me, and yet the only thing they will find upon entering my room to take me away is Jeffrey's pretty, lithe young body, dead on the floor. I'll be long gone, and he will have died for nothing. Don't go to the Council, boys. Don't force me to kill Jeff. I really don't have any wish to do so."
Turning his back to them, Gangrel began to walk away, dragging Jeff forcibly by his arm.
Ignoring the curses and pursuing footsteps of his former slaves, Gangrel came to a stop next to a car parked on the side of the street. The vampire pulled his fist back and punched a hole through the window, reaching through the shards of broken glass to open the lock manually. Then, looking at Jeff, he roughly said, "Get in."
Jeff really didn't want to get into that car, especially considering the vampire's current mood. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the vehicle, trying to think of anyway he'd possibly be able to get out of this. All the while knowing there was no way out.
Jeff cried out as he was suddenly hefted over the vampire's shoulder and violently dumped into the back seat. He hit his head on the opposite door's armrest, so he was dazed and in pain. When he came back to full consciousness, he felt a freezing blast of air hit him in the face, and he immediately realized it was coming in from the broken window. The car was moving, fast. Looking to the front, he saw Gangrel's pale face relected in the mirror. He wore an expression of unchecked rage. Jeff noticed how intensely he was watching the road, his strange eyes flicking back and forth, back and forth.
The vampire suddenly made a sharp, violent turn, at full speed. Jeff flew back into the door, hitting his head again. He lay there, wondering where they were going, and when all of this would end.
That was when he realized that he was being watched.
Like a thousand poisonous spiders, he felt the vampire's stare moving over his skin. Panicked, he glanced up. Those unnatural eyes were fixed upon him. Jeff shuddered under that gaze, knowing only that Gangrel's cold glare promised terrible things to come.
The young Hardy laid back and tightly shut his eyes.
As he had so many times before, he prayed for dawn. The morning sun had, after all, saved him more times than he could count.
A couple of hours. Then Gangrel would be forced to find shelter for the day. He could get through a couple of hours.
But first, he realized, he had to concentrate on surviving the night.
[xxxxx]
Adam and Jay stood there, watching, as Jeff was dropped like a bag of trash into the back of Gangrel's stolen car. The vampire moved with superhuman speed to get around to the driver's side, practically pulling the door off of the car in his anger.
"Let him go, you perverted fuck!", screamed Jay.
Gangrel snarled something unintelligible at the two of them, before driving off at top speed in a cloud of exhaust.
Edge and Christian watched the car disappear into the distance.
"C'mon, Jay", said Adam, after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, "There's nothing else to do here. We tried. Let's head back to the hotel, and try to come up with a better plan of attack."
"While Jeff is being ripped apart by that fucking parasite?", Jay spat in return, "You wanna go drink beer and talk about this while Jeff is beaten and raped?"
Adam rubbed at his eyes. "No, I don't. I want to go kill that piece of shit, same as you. I want to shove a stake up his ass, and make him beg for mercy, the way he made us beg. I want to make him suffer. But if we try to fight him now, with no plan of action, he'll kill us both. And then where will Jeff be?"
The two began walking back towards the hotel, in silence. After a moment, something occurred to Jay.
"Shit!", he exclaimed, "What the hell are we gonna tell Matt about his brother?"
"Oh, hell", said Adam, slapping himself on the forehead. One of them should've remembered the errant Hardy Boy, who was probably wandering the streets at this point, looking for Jeff.
The two spent the rest of the short walk back discussing what they would say when they found Matt.
Returning to the lounge, Adam and Jay ordered some more drinks, then immediately searched out their target.
They found the older Hardy brother at a table by the window. As they approached him, he was closing his phone, just ending a call. He looked apprehensive. Matt looked down at his watch, furrowed his brow in concern, then craned his neck towards the door.
"Hey, Matty", greeted Adam.
Both he and Jay walked up to Hardy's table, smiles on their faces, fresh Molsons in their hands.
"Mind if we join?", asked Jay as he took a seat across from Matt. Adam sat down next to him.
Glancing towards the door again, Matt said in a distracted tone, "Uh, sure. So what's going on, guys?"
Jay shrugged. "Not much. We're just hanging out, getting a little drunk. Same old, same old. But we did see something out of the ordinary a few minutes ago that might interest you."
Matt rolled his eyes. He never followed any of the locker room gossip, and he certainly didn't give two shits about it now, when his brother had disappeared into thin air. "Um, hate to disappoint, Jay, but it more than likely will not interest me."
"Even if it involves Jeffro?", Adam asked coyly, arching an inquisitive eyebrow. He sipped at his beer, watching Matt watch him.
"What are you talking about?", Matt said, hackles raised at the mention of his brother.
"Oh, we just saw him outside", said Jay, gesturing with his head to indicate the direction of the door, "Getting into a cab with Brie Bella, no less! I don't know how he did it, but-"
"How the hell would that have happened?", Matt asked, confusion evident in his tone, "I mean, he ran out of here a half hour ago, and he really wasn't looking well. I thought he'd be heading up to sleep soon. So how could he possibly be pulling off a one-night stand with one of the sluttiest girls on the roster?"
"Don't know, man", Adam replied, shrugging, "We just thought we'd pass on the happy news."
They rose, and Matt sighed.
"Go to bed, Matty", Jay said quietly, "Jeffy wouldn't want you worrying over him."
The older Hardy didn't notice the stiff frown that flashed across Christian's face, or the sadness lurking behind his eyes.
As Matt rose to leave, Adam stopped him by gently tugging at the sleeve of his shirt. He turned, slightly irritated.
Adam gave a crooked grin, the type of arrogant smirk he showed competitors while doing promos on TV.
"Let us know what happened with Jeff tonight, yeah?"
Matt pulled his arm free, said goodnight, and left for his room.
Adam and Jay were relieved to see him go.
"I wasn't sure he was gonna buy that at first", Jay said, collapsing into one of the couches arrayed about the room, "Now that I'm thinking about it, it is kind of a stretch for Jeffro to run off and have a one-night-stand. I mean, he hasn't exactly been Mr. Personality these last few years."
"I know, it wasn't the best excuse, but we had to tell him something", Adam replied, "Besides, it'll all work itself out when Gangrel drops Jeff off. I'm sure he'll heal him up, so we won't have to worry about Jeff looking like shit warmed over. We'll just stay up and wait for him. When he comes back, we'll tell him to tell Matt that he was out with Brie, and that he had a damn good time."
Jay sighed. "Can I at least drink beer while I wait?"
Adam clinked his glass against Christian's. "Hell yes, my friend."
At some point, they knew, a confession would be necessary. Matt would have to be filled in on Jeff's situation.
But not yet.
[xxxxx]
Jeff lay on his side in the back seat of the freezing car, shivering uncontrollably. The cold was really starting to get to him now. He could feel it settling into his bones, slowing his reflexes, numbing his senses. Shutting his eyes, the young Hardy hugged himself tightly against the bitter wind and lay as still as possible. It was an instinct to feign unconsciousness in these situations, though he knew it would do him no good. Gangrel always did what he wanted anyway.
The car came to an abrupt stop. Jeff heard the engines cut, and the front door swing open. His stomach dropped out as the anticipation began to rise within him. He kept his eyes shut, for once, refusing to look. He did not want to see the bestial rage upon the vampire's face as he grew closer. Neither did he wish to see those cold, unnatural eyes, both accusatory and fiercely possessive in their stare, raking over his prone form.
Jeff's breath hitched in his throat as he heard Gangrel's measured footsteps coming towards him. He lay perfectly still, waiting. Jeff was shivering almost uncontrollably now, the freezing air slicing his exposed skin like an invisible blade.
Suddenly, his door was torn open, and the young Hardy was brutally pulled out of the car. He hit the ground hard, landing on his side. Immediately, Jeff began scurrying backwards, away from the enraged vampire. Gangrel followed, watching him crawl on the hardened soil, his face unsettlingly expressionless.
"Please", Jeff begged, "Please, Gangrel, don't do this. I swear, I never betrayed you-"
The vampire's fangs extended, thick and long. He growled low in his throat.
"Please!" Jeff was crying now, fat tears running unchecked down his face. "Don't-"
Gangrel pounced suddenly, moving more quickly than Jeff's eye could see. He was now straddling the young Hardy's stomach, pinning him down with his legs. Before Jeff could even struggle, the vampire's teeth were in his neck. He screamed in pain as blood was forcibly drawn from his body, in great, torrential gulps.
After a few moments, Gangrel ripped his fangs from Jeff's throat, leaving behind two bleeding puncture wounds.
The vampire gave the young Hardy no time to recover from the vicious attack. Rearing back, he hit Jeff across the face, watching with grim satisfaction as his victim's head flew back and slapped against the ground. He hit him three more times, sadistically enjoying the sight of Jeff's head flying around as if it were on a swivel.
"Stop", Jeff begged, his voice thick and dazed, "Please, stop-"
His desperate plea morphed into a choked, startled cry as he was roughly thrown over Gangrel's shoulder and dumped on the ground by the rear of the car.
The vampire loomed over Jeff, who recoiled in fear. He growled, "You brought this on yourself, Jeffrey."
He kicked Jeff in the ribs, bringing a scream of agony. Another kick, another scream.
Jeff couldn't restrain a pained whimper as he was dragged to his feet by his hair.
"I seem to have made a grave error, Jeffrey. Obviously, I was foolish to leave you alone these past months", Gangrel snarled as he roughly handled the younger man. "You've forgotten who you belong to."
"Please let me go", Jeff begged, not caring that he sounded weak and desperate.
The vampire hit him again, hard enough to bring a spot of blood to his lips. Before he could back away or try to shield himself from Gangrel's attacks, Jeff suddenly found himself being thrown viciously to the ground. He tried to crawl away, but the vampire grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back. Jeff struggled against Gangrel's superior strength, biting, clawing, and screaming in terror and frustration. The vampire didn't seem to notice his efforts, however, as he easily tore the clothes from his body.
The young Hardy began to panic as the vampire crawled on top of him like a pale, overgrown snake.
"You wanted to keep company with the whores, Jeffrey", Gangrel growled, "We shall see if you keep to that determination after tonight, when I make you my whore."
Jeff shook his head, his mouth working in mute protest.
The vampire pulled out his cock and entered him dry, all in one swift, terrible movement. Jeff screamed, feeling his insides tearing, feeling his asshole ripping apart. Every motion Gangrel made was pure agony.
The vampire suddenly pushed his needle-sharp teeth into Jeff's neck, drawing another scream. He continued to thrust, bleeding him, fucking him raw. Jeff couldn't remember when he had felt so much pain.
"Stop!", Jeff begged weakly, "Stop…"
He was on the edge of consciousness, between the loss of blood, and the extended exposure to the cold temperatures. Seeing the younger man's head lolling about, Gangrel withdrew his fangs and slapped him across the face, to bring him back to his senses. He wasn't ready for him to pass out just yet.
As Jeff opened his pain-glazed green eyes and looked fully on the vampire, an expression of horror crossed his face.
Gangrel smiled. There was much fun yet to be had here.
[xxxxx]
"What time is it?", drawled Jay, his head drooping.
Adam sighed and glanced down at his watch. "A little past 4:30", he replied quietly.
They'd been sitting in the lounge and watching the street outside for about four hours now, and there had been no sign of Jeff yet.
Suddenly, a car drove up to the front entrance. They both sat up.
"Is that-?"
They watched a woman get out of the passenger seat and walk into the front door of the hotel.
The two wrestlers sat back, disappointed.
"Do you think he's alright?", asked Jay, staring down at the street.
"I hope so", replied Adam quietly.
Another car pulled up out front, leaving a trail of skid marks behind its smoking tires.
"Wait a minute; I think that's-?", said Jay, staring down at the smoking vehicle.
"Yeah, that's the car he took!", Adam replied excitedly, "C'mon! We've gotta catch Jeff!"
The two jumped to their feet and ran towards the hotel's front exit.
They found Jeff entering the building, looking weak, pale, and exhausted. His clothing was ripped in several places, and he was visibly shaking from the cold. There were, as Adam had earlier predicted, no visible injuries on him, meaning Gangrel must have, at one point during the evening, taken the time to heal him. Jeff appeared, however, as if he were on the verge of a breakdown. Nothing could conceal that.
Jeff hugged himself, his teeth still chattering as if he were standing naked in the snow. He watched Edge and Christian distrustfully.
"God, Jeffy", Jay whispered, "What the hell did he do to you?"
Jeff glared. "If you must know, Jason, he beat the holy fuck out of me. He raped me, and he tortured me, and then he drank my blood. And normally, you know, I can cope with all the shit he throws my way, because I figure, well, I don't have a choice, and it's my fucking place, or whatever you might call it. But tonight, well, tonight, that just fucking pissed me off. Because that entire thing was your fucking fault! I told you to stay the hell away from me, and you insisted on tailing me! Well a fuck of a lot of good that did!" Jeff took a step forward, getting into Adam and Jay's faces. "I want the two of you to listen to me, and listen fucking good. Stay the fuck away from me! Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Don't even fucking think about me. You can't help me."
Before they could say a word in response, Jeff shouldered roughly past them, and walked towards the elevators.
"Well", Jay said dejectedly as the two of them watched him go, "That plan didn't work out too well, did it?"
Oh jeez, Jeffy's pissed! Stay the hell out of his way!
Spoiler alert! Next chapter, we're gonna find out who Jeffy's mysterious savior is, so you're going to want to stick around for that!
PLEASE SEND ME REVIEWS! I need reviews like Gangrel needs blood; they make my pale complexion better, and improve my constitution. :)
Thanks for reading! :)