Title: Behind The Jackal Mask

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Rating: NC-17/M

Pairing: Rachel/OMC

Warnings: Adult Situations Including But Not Limited To Sexual Relations, Violence, Naughty Language, Child Abuse, Drug Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Underage Drinking, Self Mutilation

Words: 4018

Disclaimer: I don't own Alpha. If I did Gary would have a porn addiction, because I can so see him watching porn in a meeting. The only things I own are stupid nonexistent words I make up and my Original character.

A/N: The second chapter wouldn't leave me alone… So sue me. Haha. The plot bunny bit me, this story just makes me smile.

You have been warned… This chapter contains attempted rape.

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It had taken him two days to finish his office; the walls now pitch black as the windows were covered with dark curtains that kept out the light. Thin cherry wood shelves hung on the wall near his glass desk, the Doctor had helped him decorate for the most part and had never objected when he was kicked out as Godric's nerves slowly began to fray from the close proximity. Godric's fingers were busy with hanging a framed poster of a beautiful model on the bare wall. Her porcelain skin practically shining against the ruby red dress clinging to her frail form, her posture graceful and seductive as she held a closed fan against her painted lips. The way her eyes were hooded as those beautiful sapphire blues peeked out from behind made up lashes and lids simply took his breath away as he stood back examining his work. The signature at the bottom was in a silver pen, the writing airy and every bit as graceful as her posture.

"Someone has a crush?" Nina was watching like a hawk from the door way as he stared up at the large poster with awe, smirking with her arms crossed over her chest as Godric looked at the ground with his hands in his pockets. Looking around his depressing office she rolled her eyes, sometimes she wondered if he ever smiled. "She's in town you know… She's at the Shangri-La fashion show."

"I know… I have tickets to go tonight." Godric made sure to avoid eye contact, he didn't doubt that Nina would try to weasel a ticket out of him now that she knew he had more than one. Walking over to his desk he sat down opening his new laptop waiting quietly to see if she'd leave. After a few minutes of silence Nina seemed to get the hint, brushing her hair over her shoulder as she sauntered out of his office with an extra sway to her hips. Swallowing hard Godric curled into himself a bit more fighting the urge to curl up under his desk like he'd done the last time Nina had pestered him.

Thirty minutes passed before he went about playing and typing on his laptop, eventually he found himself on a website watching clips of the model swaying gracefully down the catwalk her eyes alight with each step. Every graceful movement flowing into the next with a self assuredness he'd never find in himself. The soft knock at his office door had him jumping as he broke his concentration.

"Sorry… I made some tea…" Rachel held up a second mug of tea as she looked at Godric, the teen fidgeting for a moment before closing his laptop. Settling the second mug on the top of the desk as she turned pulling up the spare chair, taking a seat across from the teen staring nervously at the tea that she'd brought him. Looking at the one decoration in his office she smiled. "She's beautiful…"

"She's my mother…" Godric murmured, he didn't worry about speaking up when he was around Rachel. It wasn't required, she always heard him no matter how quiet he was. Sipping at the tea he found himself smiling at the overly sweet green tea. "Thank you."

"Nina bothering you again?" She gave him a knowing smile as Godric just blushed and nodded. The pair sat in silence looking at the poster every now and then. The look of pure affection on Godric's face was a stark change from his nervous gaze towards everyone around him. The teen seemed calmer when he was looking at the poster. "You love her?"

"She's my mother… I don't know her though. I see her every year on my birthday; she does a fashion show at the club down town every year… She leaves me a pair of tickets. My dad hasn't gone with me since I was twelve." He replies absently as he sips at his tea, the warm sticky liquid rolling down his throat like sweet velvet. After a moment he looks over at Rachel. "Do you want to meet her?"

"Wasn't Nina just pestering you about those tickets?" Rachel can't hide her amusement as she looks at Godric, his face flushed as he sinks down in his chair a bit more.

"I don't like her shirts… They make me uncomfortable…" He whispers, his mind going back to the low dip of Nina's shirt. Face flushing as he shook his head clearing the mental image as he swallowed down the sudden urge to dwell on the expanse of exposed flesh, even if he didn't want to touch her there was still the matter of teenage hormones. Looking up at Rachel he licked his lips in his usual nervous manner. "Besides… You're the only one that doesn't seem to care about it."

"I'm not as interested in clothes as Nina is. I don't see why not… What time is the show?" Tilting her own cup to her lips she looks around the office. It smells of lavender and vanilla with a hint of cleaning supplies from when Godric had cleaned earlier, the teen was sipping at his tea thoughtfully for a moment.

"It starts at seven… I'm going to borrow some clothes from a friend of mine; I don't have anything nice enough to wear. Spent most of my money cleaning this place up." Godric was looking around for a moment before settling his mug on the clean top of his desk as he reached into his desk, pulling out an ivory colored envelope that smelled faintly of vanilla and honey. He pulled a blue and purple ticket out of the envelope setting it down on the desk near Rachel, the woman waited till he'd pulled away before picking it up to examine it. "Just don't let Nina catch you with that, she'll trick you out of it..."

"You have one more class today right? Do you need a ride back to school?" Still examining the ticket as she spoke softly she looked up after a moment. The teen was putting his own ticket into his backpack.

"If you don't mind… It's just World History…" Godric leaned back to put more room between them as Rachel stood up carefully. The older female just nodded with that same kind smile, it was warm and serene.

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It was hard not to scream out at the feeling of those sweaty hands gripping the back of his shirt, slamming him into the ground as the heavy scent of whiskey filled his lungs. Choking on air as he tried to pull himself free from the grip, not daring to use his Alpha ability for fear of his father finding out. The heavy press of the body up against him as the older man laughed at the struggle he put up, helpless against the panic that flooded his body. Grimy fingers digging into his shoulders for a moment before the man pulled back, Godric could taste bile as he closed his eyes and tried to shut himself off from the world as he felt the drunken man fumbling behind him. As luck had it the aging man was too drunk to figure out how to pull his pants down today, that still didn't stop the disgust and feelings of violation as the slobbering drunk rutted against him in a drunken haze seeking nothing else other than release.

Tears clinging to his cheeks at the feel of the heavy body against his back, the burning grip on his hips as the man he could barely bring himself to call father used him for self gratification. The murmured grunts of pleasure filling his ears as he quietly drew into himself as far as he possibly could without the older man hitting him, if he didn't struggle to get away at this point there was a chance he could get away without much more than a few bruises on his hips and sides from the aging mans too tight grip. He nearly fell over at the hard slam of the other male against him as the man fell down on top of him. It took everything not to bolt at that moment; Godric lay quietly until the man's breathing evened out eyeing him cautiously as he slipped away. He felt dirty and nothing would change it. Licking his lips he shuddered before edging towards his bedroom to grab some clothes so he could shower and clean himself raw as he did so often.

Pausing for a moment outside of the bathroom door he looked at his father laying silent, drooling and covered in his own bodily fluids. Godric drew a breath slipping into the bathroom shutting the door as silently as possible. The soft click of the lock on the door sounding like a gunshot to his sensitive ears while the shower was every bit as loud as he scrubbed at his body painfully aware that it wouldn't erase the humiliation. He couldn't afford to steal any more rent money at this point, what was left needed to stay untouched or he'd be out on the streets. It meant no alcohol for his father as luck would have it, meaning they'd go back to their silent avoidance until the old man's next payday. Turning off the shower he dried himself off as he opened the medicine cabinet looking over the contents.

Picking up his father's prescription of Vicodin he looked at the door before dumping three out into his hand, settling them onto the sink counter before replacing the bottle. Eyes scanning over the contents a few more times before he added a high dosage of muscles relaxer and some over the counter pain killers to his slowly growing pile of pills. Finishing his ritual of drying himself off he slipped into the black leather pants he'd borrowed from Jacob's son, luckily they were about the same size. Slipping on a leather tank top he'd gotten from the same person he laced it up the front leaving it undone just below his pectoral muscles giving an almost provocative expanse of skin left to any eyes that would gaze as he quickly styled his hair with a small amount of hair gel realizing Rachel would be picking him up soon. Peeking out of the bathroom he breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed his father hadn't moved.

Sneaking into the older man's room he stole his father's black work boots giving him an almost Euro-trash look. The soft honk coming from somewhere below had him grabbing his ticket from his dresser, picking his way around his father as he picked up the small baggie of pills he'd collected and a bottle of water as he slammed the apartment door as loud as he possibly could causing the drunken fool to sit up almost choking on his own saliva. Godric all but jumped into Rachel's car as he watched the door of the apartment building wondering if his father would come out screaming like he did sometimes. "Thanks…"

"I don't mind… What's with the pills?" Rachel fought the urge to frown, Godric smelled like sweat under the lingering scent of his Vanilla body wash and hair gel. The teen looked down at them before shoving them into his pocket and clicking his seatbelt as he slid as close to the door as possible.

"Anxiety medication… I don't do well with crowds." He knew she'd pick up on the lie. She'd easily be able to pick up on the uptick of his heart beat as he opened his water bottle wishing he'd taken at least a small handful of pills before leaving the rank apartment. Looking down at his ticket as Rachel shifted the car into gear he just licked his lips nervously. Being in such close proximity with her was making his heart hurt from beating so hard, looking at her for a moment he took in the sight of her classy cocktail dress. A deep burgundy that hung in silky waves as it would cling gracefully to her body. "You look nice…"

"Can I ask you a question… You don't have to answer if you don't want to…" Rachel's voice was quiet like his often got when he was nervous. She caught his soft nod as he fingered the baggie of pills through the soft bulge of his pocket, the teen now looking out of the window as she tapped on her steering wheel. "Are those really for anxiety?"

"No… I don't… I don't really want to talk about it." Godric didn't fidget for once; he seemed content to lick his lips as he looked out the window at the darkening sky. The teen pulling the baggie out of his pocket examining the ten pills he'd collected. Pulling one of the Vicodin out of the plastic he popped it into his mouth taking it dry as he shoved the rest back into his pocket. He tried to ignore the soft tightening of Rachel's fingers on the wheel.

There was silence for a few minutes until Rachel sighed softly looking at him as they pulled up to a red light. "Godric… Can I have those?" She held out her hand knowing he'd probably say no, yet she still asked as she looked at him with worried eyes. The teen seemed to hesitate and cower against the door for a few seconds before he dropped the baggie into her hand keeping himself from making any skin to skin contact. Looking at the assorted pills she put them into the consol between the seats.

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Godric was leaning against the back wall as he watched the models strutting around, lumbering about in their thick dresses and high heels. None of them held her grace. Maureen La Fleur, she stood with such grace at the end of the catwalk, every cell of her body poised as if she owned the world. Painted lips curved into a sensual smile as she tilted her head back letting her golden hair fall in curls around her shoulders kissing the bare flesh of her back as she rolled her hips in a near erotic sway as she turned with one final pose before gliding back down the catwalk with her head held high.

Rachel was watching every one of the women walking down the catwalk with a look of pure awe at their beauty. "Godric… She was so beautiful…" She watched as the teen looked around as if waiting to see the woman again. He finally looked at her sheepishly when the hunt for his mother was fruitless.

"She leaves me tickets every year… And I'm happy with just that much, I love watching her. She looks so at home up there… I can forgive her for leaving me all alone when I see the way she smiles. There's no greater pleasure than this, it's written all over her face." The teen smiled at Rachel after a few moments, he just shrugged after a bit. Cameras flashed excitedly along the catwalk as Maureen swayed her way down the way again. This time she was in a cocktail dress that ended high on her thighs, feet encased in delicately crafted heels as she held her signature feather fan cracking it open as she fanned herself at the end of the walk, tilting a hip as she leaned forward letting her hair fall forward flirting with her collarbones.

"Maureen La Fleur, ladies and gentleman! She's sporting the newest in Shangri-La's evening wear. This cocktail dress-" The MC was drowned out as Godric broke his conversation with Rachel as time seemed to pull to a halt, people had fingers pressed to their lips as eyes had gone wide. Everyone frozen as Maureen was paused mid-stumble. Godric picked his way up onto the stage holding out a hand as time restarted, Maureen stumbling against his chest as he twisted his body pulling her into a tango pose. One hand at the small of her back as his other held her thigh up against his hip. People were applauding and whispering around them as Maureen looked up into his hazel eyes with shock.

"Godric…" The voice sent shivers down his spine as his whole body went lax, the tone shoving down the sudden fear that clenched him at touching her. Her voice did that to everyone, she oozed something that just calmed the world around her when she came into contact with it. She was like a perfect Saint with a sinner's body, so calm yet so dangerous. Her fingers curling around the back of his neck as her other hand flicked open her feather fan the tips of the feathers flirting with her painted lips as he twisted their position, spinning her to stand before him as she gave a graceful gesture as if the whole motion had been decided beforehand.

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"You really didn't have to save me Godric, I would have been fine." Maureen was wiping away the last of her heavy make up as Godric stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets, Rachel at his side looking around the large private dressing room. The woman let her gaze linger on Rachel for a moment before she sneered. "I wasn't aware you were bringing a woman… Where's your father?"

"He's probably choking on his own vomit as always." Even the calm of his mother's voice didn't manage any comfort at the harsh bark of laughter that fell from her throat as she turned to look at him as she dabbed at her eye makeup. Looking down at his feet after a moment he drew up courage to speak his mind, his heart rate calm despite the close proximity. "He hasn't come with me for the last few years…"

"I'm not surprised… He's such a bitter old man. You'd think he'd take a hint. I can't be seen with someone like him, I do have a reputation. You're lucky though… You have my good looks; I'm surprised you haven't started modeling." Maureen looked at her son in the mirror as she started applying base and foundation, licking her lips before nibbling on them to plump them up. Brushing a small bit of rouge on her cheeks she tilted her head to look over her shoulder at her son. Looking at Rachel she frowned. "She's ugly."

"… I think she's pretty." Godric barked back, stepping back before his mother could grasp him. Her voice was only able to affect those she touched, and he didn't want to give her that much control over him. Licking his lips he looked at Rachel as her face fell. "I have to get back… Dad's going to need someone to put him to bed. It was nice seeing you again mother."

No one said much as they settled into their respective seats in the car. Rachel looked over at Godric for a moment. "I'm sorry…"

"It's not your fault… She's always been a bitter person. She's never happy." Godric was fingering the lip of his open water bottle as they slid into silence again. Rachel turned over the engine as she finished buckling her seatbelt.

"If she's so unhappy why do you look up to her so much?" Her voice was quiet as she asked the question.

"In the eyes of a child… Mother is God." Godric tilted his head to look over at Rachel as he gave her a knowing smile. He watched the older woman blush a bit, Nina had obviously been gossiping about Rachel's situation with her mother seeing as Rachel was living with Nina as of recently. Looking out the window as they pulled out of the parking lot he smiled. "I had fun…"

"You're not twitching or anything…" Rachel pointed out as she stopped at a red light. Godric smiled even brighter. Pressing her foot to the gas as the light changed she just shook her head. "You seem calm."

"After effect… My mother's Alpha ability allows her to control your emotions. When she touches me I don't feel any fear or anxiety because she shoves them away and forces me to relax. She's the only person I really let touch me… She makes me feel safe." He shook his head with a soft laugh. After a second he frowned looking out the window. "She wants me to move to Paris with her after I finish school so I can start modeling for Shangri-La."

"You don't want to go to Paris though?" Rachel asked as she pulled up to a stop sign, looking over at Godric as he looked up at the roof of the car. He finally burst out laughing.

"Not on her life… I love my mother, but I hate French. I can't speak a word of it and I never want to. Besides… I'm actually starting to like it here… It's nice having friends." Godric gave her a brilliant smile, he almost felt drunk being so calm. Looking out the window he finally frowned. "Hey… You can let me out here I'll walk home."

"It's twenty blocks." Rachel still pulled the car over even as her brows furrowed with confusion, looking at him for a moment she unlocked the doors watching as he slipped out. "Night Godric…"

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Godric looked around for a second as he walked into the dark tunnel that ran under a small bridge that went through the middle of the park. The bright red-orange cherry of a lit cigarette glowing in the darkness. The sense of dread was hanging over him as he leaned against the damp wall of the tunnel, waiting and watching the cigarette drop after the person took another drag. The soft light over their features had him swallowing hard.

"It's been a while… Feel like doing a new run for me Ric?" The deep bass rolled through the tunnel practically sucking the air out of Godric's lungs as he heard a bag drop to the ground. "You have three days… As per usual. You keep two hundred and bring me the rest. Don't keep me waiting…"

"I'd never keep you waiting…" Godric forced confidence into his voice as he strutted into the darkness picking up the bag, the hand that clamped down on his wrist sucking the air out of his lungs for real. Looking into the darkness he couldn't even make out the shadow of the persons face. "Black…"

"You bring me my money… Or I'm taking it out of you… Got it?" The man leaned close breathing into Godric's ear sending the teen's heart racing as he tried to pull away.