Desire for Vengeance-Prologue
It would come to Jared in waves, like the water scraping against the rocks. Sometimes he'd forget, only for a few seconds, and think about something else. But when he did remember he would wind up leaning over the toilet, vomiting more out of disgust than anything else. He hated himself whenever he did forget, even if it was less than a minute. He forced himself to remember, Jensen deserved that much....
There was nothing special about that Friday. The only thing different was they got off work early. Jensen had said that he would do a read through of the script and turn in early that night. Feeling restless Jared called Sandy up for an impromptu dinner. Normal, everything was perfectly normal. It wasn't even unusual for Jensen wanting to go to bed early. Both of them had worked 14 hour shifts 5 days straight that past week.
He and Sandy ate at their usual place. Their dinner was short, but Jared enjoyed any chance he had to spend with her, His exhaustion was taking over though. His eyes felt like weights were on them as he managed to drive home and stumble up the steps of his house. He froze when he saw the broken glass, and the door partway open.
He trembled as he slowly pushed it open, his hand in his pocket; fingering the pocket knife inside it.
"Jensen?" Hecalled. No answer. He heard wimpering in a corner and turned to see Sadie cowered in the dark. "Hey girl," he said softly as he walked over to her. "What's going on? You hurt?" She thumped her tail when she saw and heard him, but he still felt her body tremble as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Jensen?!" He shouted again, fear lodging in his thraot. He slowly walked along the dark hallway and turned to face the kitchen. He froze at what he saw next.
Jensen's body laying in the middle of the ground, a pool of blood around it. He tried to move, but it felt like he was being pulled back to this spot.
"No," he breathed, his legs shaking. He forced himself to move and rushed towards Jensen's body. "Jensen? Jensen!" He rolled over his best friend who's eyes slowly fluttered open. Blood covered his chest.
"Jared..." The voice was weak and barely audible, but Jared didn't care. Jensen was talking. That meant he was stilla live.
"What happened?" Jared asked, though it was obvious to him-but he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"S...someone came in the house," Jensen gasped, trying open his eyes some more. "H...He was planning on ro..robbing us. T...t...tried to help him, tell him it's going to be okay...panicked...shot me..."
Jared closed his eyes. He could visualize the scene, Jensen trying to calm the robber-trying to help him. The robber ignoring him.
"I'm calling the police." He went to reach for the kitchen phone but Jensen grabbed him by the sleeve.
"No," he whispered. "I don't want...you to leave me."
Jared stared at him.
"I'm not leaving you, Jensen, but you have to have help..."
"Too late for...that..."Jensen closed his eyes and Jared shook his head.
"No." No, no, I don't beleive that. You can get help. It's not too late, don't say that..."
Jensen raised his hands to squeeze Jared's own. His body was shaking. He swallowed.
"You have to hang on here, Jensen," Jared whispered, his voice breaking. "I...I can't lose you..."
Jensen gave a sad smile.
"You're...stronger than you think," he rasped and Jared passionetly shook his head.
"No, no I'm not. You're stronger than this. You can fight it Jen...I know you can."
Jensen's mouth quivered into a tiny smile.
"Don't call me Jen," he managed whisper. Jared nodded.
"I'm sorry," he said, tears threatening to fall. He shook his head. "Don't leave me," he whispered.
Jensen's response was another smile. Jared's whole body trembled now as he hugged Jensen tightly.
"Don't leave me," he repeated in a wimper. Jensen struggled to speak.
"J..Jared..."
"Yes?" Jaerd looked at him sharply.
"I...I love you..."
Jared stared, and swallowed again. The tears were blinding him.
"I love you too." He bent down to kiss Jensen's lips and his body convulsed into shuddering sobs as he felt his lover's own body go limp in arms.......
There was nothing special about that Friday. The only thing different was they got off work early. Jensen had said that he would do a read through of the script and turn in early that night. Feeling restless Jared called Sandy up for an impromptu dinner. Normal, everything was perfectly normal. It wasn't even unusual for Jensen wanting to go to bed early. Both of them had worked 14 hour shifts 5 days straight that past week.
He and Sandy ate at their usual place. Their dinner was short, but Jared enjoyed any chance he had to spend with her, His exhaustion was taking over though. His eyes felt like weights were on them as he managed to drive home and stumble up the steps of his house. He froze when he saw the broken glass, and the door partway open.
He trembled as he slowly pushed it open, his hand in his pocket; fingering the pocket knife inside it.
"Jensen?" Hecalled. No answer. He heard wimpering in a corner and turned to see Sadie cowered in the dark. "Hey girl," he said softly as he walked over to her. "What's going on? You hurt?" She thumped her tail when she saw and heard him, but he still felt her body tremble as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Jensen?!" He shouted again, fear lodging in his thraot. He slowly walked along the dark hallway and turned to face the kitchen. He froze at what he saw next.
Jensen's body laying in the middle of the ground, a pool of blood around it. He tried to move, but it felt like he was being pulled back to this spot.
"No," he breathed, his legs shaking. He forced himself to move and rushed towards Jensen's body. "Jensen? Jensen!" He rolled over his best friend who's eyes slowly fluttered open. Blood covered his chest.
"Jared..." The voice was weak and barely audible, but Jared didn't care. Jensen was talking. That meant he was stilla live.
"What happened?" Jared asked, though it was obvious to him-but he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"S...someone came in the house," Jensen gasped, trying open his eyes some more. "H...He was planning on ro..robbing us. T...t...tried to help him, tell him it's going to be okay...panicked...shot me..."
Jared closed his eyes. He could visualize the scene, Jensen trying to calm the robber-trying to help him. The robber ignoring him.
"I'm calling the police." He went to reach for the kitchen phone but Jensen grabbed him by the sleeve.
"No," he whispered. "I don't want...you to leave me."
Jared stared at him.
"I'm not leaving you, Jensen, but you have to have help..."
"Too late for...that..."Jensen closed his eyes and Jared shook his head.
"No." No, no, I don't beleive that. You can get help. It's not too late, don't say that..."
Jensen raised his hands to squeeze Jared's own. His body was shaking. He swallowed.
"You have to hang on here, Jensen," Jared whispered, his voice breaking. "I...I can't lose you..."
Jensen gave a sad smile.
"You're...stronger than you think," he rasped and Jared passionetly shook his head.
"No, no I'm not. You're stronger than this. You can fight it Jen...I know you can."
Jensen's mouth quivered into a tiny smile.
"Don't call me Jen," he managed whisper. Jared nodded.
"I'm sorry," he said, tears threatening to fall. He shook his head. "Don't leave me," he whispered.
Jensen's response was another smile. Jared's whole body trembled now as he hugged Jensen tightly.
"Don't leave me," he repeated in a wimper. Jensen struggled to speak.
"J..Jared..."
"Yes?" Jaerd looked at him sharply.
"I...I love you..."
Jared stared, and swallowed again. The tears were blinding him.
"I love you too." He bent down to kiss Jensen's lips and his body convulsed into shuddering sobs as he felt his lover's own body go limp in arms.......