Hours of Darkness
Title: Hours of Darkness
Part 1
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,802
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If only if only the woodpecker cried...
Warnings: Parts that could be construed as non-con.
Notes: Just a prompt Kira gave me ages ago.
Summary: From past to present, the vampire Jensen Ackles talks about his life to the interviewer. From his family being disappointed, to being changed into a vampire. From searching for love, to finding his mate, Jared. Jensen tells all.
|Part 1|
(vam•pire - \vam-pī(-ə)r\ - noun - the reanimated body of a dead person believed to come from the grave at night and suck the blood of persons asleep.)
Oh, but how Webster is wrong. Vampires are so much more; they aren’t the parasites of the world, far from it. They walk amongst us, granted mostly at night, but they still walk in the midst of us. They have their own social structures, their own problems, and their own ways of dealing. So, sorry Mr. Webster, but twenty-two words don’t cut it. Vampires are more, so much more.
The vampire sat across from me in a plush purple winged back chair. He was dressed in dark slacks, and a black button down shirt, with his dark duster hanging beside him on the chair. Just going by the way his clothes clung to him, one could tell he was well built, looked to be in his early twenties, but had this intense look in his clear jade eyes, that insisted he knew more than what his age would allow. Like you would assume most vampires to have, he had alabaster, perfect skin. Not ashen white like one would usually associate with the undead, just flawless skin that the vainest people in the world would covet. With dirty blond hair, spiked to be in the latest fashion, it was hard to believe he had been around for over two hundred years.
I had always been fascinated by his kind, and when I found out that the vampire underworld was real, I had set out to discover more about it. Two years I had spent roaming the country, eventually going over seas to search for a vampire, hoping against every moral fiber of my being that I could find one, and actually get him to set down for an interview. Who would have figured that I would find one when I came back home, in my own backyard? So now I’ll introduce you the vampire that is Jensen Ackles, and I will do my best to tell his story.
I push the record button, and lean forward with my arms resting on legs. “You don’t mind the recorder, do you?” I ask worried slightly, waving my left hand towards the machine, who knows what would get a bite taken out of my neck.
The vampire shakes his head, “No, and you can stop worrying. If I wanted to have a snack I don’t need to make an appointment.”
“How… I mean…” I stutter, trying to find the questions I want to ask.
“I can hear your heartbeat, steadily increasing when you think you have done something wrong.” He states as if he were speaking to a three year old. “So shall I begin?” He asked and when I nodded he began telling his wondrous tale.
----
1801 - Boston, Massachusetts
I sit down at the table, call from some drink, and resign myself to sulk. See, I’m not what my family wants. They want someone that wants to marry, to have kids; they want someone who is not me. See, I have a dark secret. I enjoy the male form more than I should, in every immoral way imaginable. So maybe drinking the pain away tonight will help. Maybe it’ll give me the courage to get through tomorrow. Maybe I’ll be able to continue to hide who I am. I bite back a bitter laugh as the mug of drink is set in front of me. I began to drink, when I notice a pale, short woman staring at me from across the room. I’d have no problem getting a woman, if that’s what I wanted. I was born with the looks and raised with the charm, to get anyone I want. Yet, she’s not what I want. I close my eyes to try to erase the burn of her image from my mind. When I open my eyes a second later, she sits in front of me and smiles.
“You move like the wind,” I say with a smirk.
“When you live to be my age, you pick up a few tricks.” She cunningly replies.
“Really? And just how old are you?”
“Ahh, a woman never reveals her age, and a gentleman never asks.” She says, her eyes sweeping over my body, flirting with me.
“Umm, sorry honey, I’m not your type.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one to decide that?”
“So you want a man who would be more attracted to your brother than you?”
“I like you,” she laughs, stroking her cool fingers over my hand, “You were just going to be a quick snack, but you deserve more, come with me; let me show you my world.”
“Honey, how much exactly have you been drinking? The world is the same, no matter how much you consume, I should know.”
“No, baby, it’s not. Come let me show you.” She whispers seductively. I shrug, down my drink and stand up. I have time to indulge the fantasy of a mad person. Besides, she can’t hurt me, I’m built for power and grace, and she’s more built for a quickie in an alley somewhere.
We leave the pub, and lo and behold to my mocked surprise, we end up in the dirty back alley. No one could see that coming. “Do you want to live in my world?” she asks as she backs me up against a wall, and holds me there.
Even through her strength surprises me I’m still cocky enough to ask my own questions, “What’s your world?”
“The night,” she replies smiling.
“What’s so special about it?”
Smiling and rising to kiss the corner of my mouth, she whispers, “Your own choices, no one telling you who you can be with. Doesn’t that sound enchanting?”
Thinking for a moment of achieving my dream, I forgo thinking about the consequences, “Let me in your world.” I whisper back. She smiles at me, licks and nips at my neck before I feel a pinching pain, my life draining slowly away. Before she pulls away, I black out.
Upon waking, I blink my eyes and see her staring at me with a grin. “Stay out of the light,”
“Wha?” I question feeling drunk.
“The light will burn.” She says again walking towards me, kneeling down, and stroking her fingers through my hair, “Don’t kill, taste but don’t kill. The elders will be angry. Can’t allow humans to know about us.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask still feeling drowsy.
“You need to know the rules, and I can’t be here. They’ll know I turned you. I was banned from turning anyone.”
“Turn? What are you talking about?”
“You’re now a creature of the dark. You can now live with your secret. Can’t you feel the power?”
I do feel different, but I also feel exhausted. I felt more powerful before she did whatever she did. I allow my eyes to shut and listen to her once more before falling back asleep.
“You know all I can tell you. I can’t stay as I usually do, so be careful young one.” I hear her steps fading as I’m pulled into a dream.
------
Present Day, 2007 - New York City, New York
“I apologize for interrupting,” I say looking at the vampire that’s less than two feet away from me, “but if your kind isn’t allowed to let humans know about you, why do we know?”
“The year was 1859, the last elder was in Turkey. He’s name was Alexander, and no one knew his exact age; all we knew was that he was the last of the first. Born from a deal with the devil himself,” The vampire smiles as he glances back into the past, “his own kind, murdered him. Wanting the rein of the elders to fully end, they destroyed our legacy. After that night, our structure crumbled like the great cities of the past. The set of laws were dropped without the elders to enforce them.”
“So vampires do what they want without fear now?” I asked a little shaken.
“Some do. But some of us,” he said thinking how to phrase his words, “still accept the rules, still enforce them, and still show respect for the elders.”
“Are you one of them?” I inquire nervously.
“More or less,” he answers smiling predatory, “I have my days, when I just want to rip the life from a weak human.” He laughs when he sees me flinch at his words, “Don’t fret, I’m in a good mood; for now.”
----
Boston, Massachusetts
As night fell around me, I awoke feeling dominant, stealthy, and maybe just a bit hungry. I quickly realized, as I made my way down nearly deserted streets, the desire was not for food, but for the pulsing life in the veins of the few people I passed. My senses were working more efficient than ever before. I could see the people before they saw me; I could hear their hearts pushing blood around their bodies; and I could taste their flesh before I sank my fangs into the skin. I was on the verge of taking his life before her words filtered back into my thoughts, “Taste, don’t kill”. I released the poor creature from my clutches, and strolled off. I would obey her words, she made me after all.
I followed her words for ten long years. Always afraid to take what I wanted. I may not have been a man anymore, but I was still set with the ways of my past. It wasn’t until the end of those ten years that I truly embraced what I was. The power I felt, coupled with my charm won over an un-expecting boy. He must have been barely twenty. Sweet like the honeydew that grew on the banks by his house; small build, shoulder length blond hair, and a mouth made to be wrapped around my dick. He resisted me at first, but I had already begun learning and mastering the fine art of being a vampire. He couldn’t refuse me when I asked to enter his home, nor could he refuse me later when I told him how much he wanted to be on his knees in front of me, savoring the taste that was me. When I came, I realized that just like when I drank the essence of his kind, I felt warm. That feeling didn’t last long and was replaced instead with a hollow feeling. I didn’t love this man, couldn’t love this man. That infuriated me, reminded me of when I was alive, and for that I took his life.
I realized then that I could no longer be alone. I needed something more. I needed the one thing I was denied as a human. I needed love.
Part 1
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,802
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If only if only the woodpecker cried...
Warnings: Parts that could be construed as non-con.
Notes: Just a prompt Kira gave me ages ago.
Summary: From past to present, the vampire Jensen Ackles talks about his life to the interviewer. From his family being disappointed, to being changed into a vampire. From searching for love, to finding his mate, Jared. Jensen tells all.
|Part 1|
(vam•pire - \vam-pī(-ə)r\ - noun - the reanimated body of a dead person believed to come from the grave at night and suck the blood of persons asleep.)
Oh, but how Webster is wrong. Vampires are so much more; they aren’t the parasites of the world, far from it. They walk amongst us, granted mostly at night, but they still walk in the midst of us. They have their own social structures, their own problems, and their own ways of dealing. So, sorry Mr. Webster, but twenty-two words don’t cut it. Vampires are more, so much more.
The vampire sat across from me in a plush purple winged back chair. He was dressed in dark slacks, and a black button down shirt, with his dark duster hanging beside him on the chair. Just going by the way his clothes clung to him, one could tell he was well built, looked to be in his early twenties, but had this intense look in his clear jade eyes, that insisted he knew more than what his age would allow. Like you would assume most vampires to have, he had alabaster, perfect skin. Not ashen white like one would usually associate with the undead, just flawless skin that the vainest people in the world would covet. With dirty blond hair, spiked to be in the latest fashion, it was hard to believe he had been around for over two hundred years.
I had always been fascinated by his kind, and when I found out that the vampire underworld was real, I had set out to discover more about it. Two years I had spent roaming the country, eventually going over seas to search for a vampire, hoping against every moral fiber of my being that I could find one, and actually get him to set down for an interview. Who would have figured that I would find one when I came back home, in my own backyard? So now I’ll introduce you the vampire that is Jensen Ackles, and I will do my best to tell his story.
I push the record button, and lean forward with my arms resting on legs. “You don’t mind the recorder, do you?” I ask worried slightly, waving my left hand towards the machine, who knows what would get a bite taken out of my neck.
The vampire shakes his head, “No, and you can stop worrying. If I wanted to have a snack I don’t need to make an appointment.”
“How… I mean…” I stutter, trying to find the questions I want to ask.
“I can hear your heartbeat, steadily increasing when you think you have done something wrong.” He states as if he were speaking to a three year old. “So shall I begin?” He asked and when I nodded he began telling his wondrous tale.
----
1801 - Boston, Massachusetts
I sit down at the table, call from some drink, and resign myself to sulk. See, I’m not what my family wants. They want someone that wants to marry, to have kids; they want someone who is not me. See, I have a dark secret. I enjoy the male form more than I should, in every immoral way imaginable. So maybe drinking the pain away tonight will help. Maybe it’ll give me the courage to get through tomorrow. Maybe I’ll be able to continue to hide who I am. I bite back a bitter laugh as the mug of drink is set in front of me. I began to drink, when I notice a pale, short woman staring at me from across the room. I’d have no problem getting a woman, if that’s what I wanted. I was born with the looks and raised with the charm, to get anyone I want. Yet, she’s not what I want. I close my eyes to try to erase the burn of her image from my mind. When I open my eyes a second later, she sits in front of me and smiles.
“You move like the wind,” I say with a smirk.
“When you live to be my age, you pick up a few tricks.” She cunningly replies.
“Really? And just how old are you?”
“Ahh, a woman never reveals her age, and a gentleman never asks.” She says, her eyes sweeping over my body, flirting with me.
“Umm, sorry honey, I’m not your type.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one to decide that?”
“So you want a man who would be more attracted to your brother than you?”
“I like you,” she laughs, stroking her cool fingers over my hand, “You were just going to be a quick snack, but you deserve more, come with me; let me show you my world.”
“Honey, how much exactly have you been drinking? The world is the same, no matter how much you consume, I should know.”
“No, baby, it’s not. Come let me show you.” She whispers seductively. I shrug, down my drink and stand up. I have time to indulge the fantasy of a mad person. Besides, she can’t hurt me, I’m built for power and grace, and she’s more built for a quickie in an alley somewhere.
We leave the pub, and lo and behold to my mocked surprise, we end up in the dirty back alley. No one could see that coming. “Do you want to live in my world?” she asks as she backs me up against a wall, and holds me there.
Even through her strength surprises me I’m still cocky enough to ask my own questions, “What’s your world?”
“The night,” she replies smiling.
“What’s so special about it?”
Smiling and rising to kiss the corner of my mouth, she whispers, “Your own choices, no one telling you who you can be with. Doesn’t that sound enchanting?”
Thinking for a moment of achieving my dream, I forgo thinking about the consequences, “Let me in your world.” I whisper back. She smiles at me, licks and nips at my neck before I feel a pinching pain, my life draining slowly away. Before she pulls away, I black out.
Upon waking, I blink my eyes and see her staring at me with a grin. “Stay out of the light,”
“Wha?” I question feeling drunk.
“The light will burn.” She says again walking towards me, kneeling down, and stroking her fingers through my hair, “Don’t kill, taste but don’t kill. The elders will be angry. Can’t allow humans to know about us.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask still feeling drowsy.
“You need to know the rules, and I can’t be here. They’ll know I turned you. I was banned from turning anyone.”
“Turn? What are you talking about?”
“You’re now a creature of the dark. You can now live with your secret. Can’t you feel the power?”
I do feel different, but I also feel exhausted. I felt more powerful before she did whatever she did. I allow my eyes to shut and listen to her once more before falling back asleep.
“You know all I can tell you. I can’t stay as I usually do, so be careful young one.” I hear her steps fading as I’m pulled into a dream.
------
Present Day, 2007 - New York City, New York
“I apologize for interrupting,” I say looking at the vampire that’s less than two feet away from me, “but if your kind isn’t allowed to let humans know about you, why do we know?”
“The year was 1859, the last elder was in Turkey. He’s name was Alexander, and no one knew his exact age; all we knew was that he was the last of the first. Born from a deal with the devil himself,” The vampire smiles as he glances back into the past, “his own kind, murdered him. Wanting the rein of the elders to fully end, they destroyed our legacy. After that night, our structure crumbled like the great cities of the past. The set of laws were dropped without the elders to enforce them.”
“So vampires do what they want without fear now?” I asked a little shaken.
“Some do. But some of us,” he said thinking how to phrase his words, “still accept the rules, still enforce them, and still show respect for the elders.”
“Are you one of them?” I inquire nervously.
“More or less,” he answers smiling predatory, “I have my days, when I just want to rip the life from a weak human.” He laughs when he sees me flinch at his words, “Don’t fret, I’m in a good mood; for now.”
----
Boston, Massachusetts
As night fell around me, I awoke feeling dominant, stealthy, and maybe just a bit hungry. I quickly realized, as I made my way down nearly deserted streets, the desire was not for food, but for the pulsing life in the veins of the few people I passed. My senses were working more efficient than ever before. I could see the people before they saw me; I could hear their hearts pushing blood around their bodies; and I could taste their flesh before I sank my fangs into the skin. I was on the verge of taking his life before her words filtered back into my thoughts, “Taste, don’t kill”. I released the poor creature from my clutches, and strolled off. I would obey her words, she made me after all.
I followed her words for ten long years. Always afraid to take what I wanted. I may not have been a man anymore, but I was still set with the ways of my past. It wasn’t until the end of those ten years that I truly embraced what I was. The power I felt, coupled with my charm won over an un-expecting boy. He must have been barely twenty. Sweet like the honeydew that grew on the banks by his house; small build, shoulder length blond hair, and a mouth made to be wrapped around my dick. He resisted me at first, but I had already begun learning and mastering the fine art of being a vampire. He couldn’t refuse me when I asked to enter his home, nor could he refuse me later when I told him how much he wanted to be on his knees in front of me, savoring the taste that was me. When I came, I realized that just like when I drank the essence of his kind, I felt warm. That feeling didn’t last long and was replaced instead with a hollow feeling. I didn’t love this man, couldn’t love this man. That infuriated me, reminded me of when I was alive, and for that I took his life.
I realized then that I could no longer be alone. I needed something more. I needed the one thing I was denied as a human. I needed love.