FIC | RPS < J2 < Dark Light < Prologue
Title: Dark Light [Prologue]
Fandom: RPS - Actors
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Summary: Ever since he can remember, Jared's had strange dreams, most of them involving a man he's never even met before. But then one day, he finds himself being followed, stalked by the very same mysterious stranger. Much to his disbelief, however, this isn't the worst of his problems -- it's probably the best thing to happen to him ever. Until the trouble starts.
Note: A few days ago, my best friend made me watch a really cheesy movie called Birth Rite. The movie itself was bad, but I couldn't help but think that it had a good base plot. Thus, I was inspired. While the prologue is heavily based on the movie, the rest of the story takes a different turn, just so everyone knows.
Note2: This story is a complete fantasy. I usually write realistic fiction, but this story features Witches and Warlocks, and the use of magic. Some things may or may not be based on the Wiccan religion, but only loosely. This is the first time I've ever written something like this, and I'm really nervous about it.
Warnings: AU, language, slash, sexual content, bottom!Jared, violence, character death, cracktastica. (overall)
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul.
Words: 2,342
DARK LIGHT
p r o l o g u e
Thirteen Years Ago --
It hadn't started raining yet, but every now and then a streak of lightning would illuminate the sky outside, and soft rolls of thunder occasionally followed. The window Jensen Ackles stood beside was cracked, allowing cool air to flow into the room -- despite the fact that it was the middle of summer. He gave a short glance out through the dingy glass, before turning back to the table in the center of the room.
Candles and crosses were being set up by the others, all of them dressed in white flowing robes like Jensen himself. If an outsider were to stumble upon this little scene, they'd probably be terrified -- that or think everyone in the room was a psychopath. Witches and Warlocks were so misunderstood, even now that it was the 90's. Have a little birthday celebration and people thought you were sacrificing goats to the devil or something.
This was probably why Jensen was feeling so wary at the moment. They weren't exactly in a secluded spot outside of town or anything -- it was an abandoned house in the middle of the city, their only advantage the cover from nightfall. And at any moment, any one person could find them. It didn't help that Jensen already felt like he was being watched; if he hadn't searched the area himself, he might've believed someone was spying on them.
A door across from Jensen opened, and he -- as well as the others -- straightened quickly. Their High Priestess entered the room slowly, her robe one of deep purple. As she neared the table, smiling radiantly, Jensen couldn't help but notice that she was practically glowing she was so happy. For her sake, he tried to relax.
"This is perfect," she told the others, stepping up to the table. She then turned to Jensen, her eyes dancing. "Bring me my son?"
"Of course," he answered, giving her a little smile of his own before disappearing through the door to his right.
As he crossed the darkened and silent hallway, his boots loud on the hardwood floor, he once more told himself to relax. No need to frighten Jared. Entering what was once a sitting room, Jensen found the five-year-old seated at a small, rickety table, coloring by the light of a battery-operated lantern. He looked up as soon as Jensen appeared.
When Jared had been born, Jensen was given the job, the title, of the boy's Protector. It was a job he took very seriously, one that wasn't given to many; it wasn't everyday that a child was important enough to need a guardian like him -- even children from their world. But Jared was the firstborn of a High Priestess, a woman who would never have children, as it was thought. He was what you could call a miracle baby, one who was going to be highly revered and adored -- he'd been written into prophecies, after all.
It didn't help that he was stronger than all of them, even his own mother. The Power was dormant in him however, but not for long. This birthday ceremony was going to awaken the magic in him, it was probably going to be the most momentous point in his life.
"Hey Jared," he said, nearing the boy, who like them, was garbed in a white robe. He crouched down beside Jared, hands on his own knees for support, and he studied the kid's face for a moment. "You're probably wondering why we're making you wear this, huh?" he asked.
Jared, who'd always been a quiet one, nodded his head.
"Yeah, I'm not too fond of it either," Jensen said. "Today's an important day, isn't it?"
Another nod.
Jensen grinned. "Not everyone gets such a special party, you know?" he said. "Your mother's real proud of you." He paused just slightly, trying to push away the ominous feeling he had, and he continued. "Now, when we go in there, you're probably gonna get a little scared, okay? But I want you to remember that I'm here, your mom's here -- and we'd never let anything bad happen to you, all right?"
Jared's nod was a little more reluctant this time, and Jensen stood up slowly, throwing a glance around. That feeling again. You'd think an Immortal as powerful as him would be able to see if there was danger headed his way, but there was nothing he could feel.
"Come on," he said shortly to Jared, trying to keep his smile on his face -- because he was Jared's Protector, the two shared a bond, and if Jensen got too worried, Jared would catch on.
The boy set down the crayon he'd been holding, climbing down from the chair he'd been in, and Jensen bent to pick him up. Holding Jared tightly against him, Jensen gave the room a last, sweeping look before he left.
As he reentered the main room of the house, he felt Jared recoil against him, at least until he saw his mother, who greeted him warmly with a big smile. Jensen carried him towards the table, then set Jared on it, and took just a step away, arms falling to his sides. The High Priestess reached forward to run her fingers through Jared's messy hair.
"Hi Jared, baby," she cooed at him, making him visibly relax as he grinned -- even at his age, his smile lit up the room. After studying her son for a loving moment, she then turned to all of them. "It's time."
On cue, the people in the room, including Jensen, moved to put their hoods up. When his was in place, he reached over to pull Jared's on, tugging on it playfully as he stepped back once more, and returning Jared's smile. The next few minutes seemed to happen in slow motion.
The High Priestess gently eased Jared back until he was lying down on the table, and then she grabbed for her old, leather-bound journal. Just as she was opening it to the page she needed, the door was kicked in. Jensen knew who it was before they'd even made themselves clear.
Witch hunters.
"Move and die," a gruff voice said as two men entered the room, both waving their guns like amateurs.
"How dare you?" the High Priestess asked, while the others froze up, looking just as equally angered. "How dare you interrupt us like this?"
"Shut up," the first man said, "And hand over the kid, you sick freaks."
"We're doing nothing illegal," the Priestess said, chin raised.
Jensen's gaze moved between her and Jared, who had sat up again, wide-eyed and confused. His gut was twisted into an almost painful knot, and he should've listened to his instincts earlier -- he should've told her to take the ceremony somewhere else, he should've done better to make sure they were going to be okay. There was no way they'd get out of this alive.
"That's what you want us to believe," the second hunter said, then he had the nerve to speak to Jared. "Come here, son, we'll get you out of here."
Jensen felt a muscle in his jaw twitch, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He was struck with the urge to get rid of these hunters, and not too nicely -- but it was a rule in their Coven, harm not no one. Jared, a clear look of 'What-the-Hell?' on his face, turned to his mother, who placed a hand on his knee softly.
"Don't listen to them, baby," she said. "You're safe with mama."
"He's your kid?" the first man asked, incredulous. "You people are sick."
"Best not play with things you can't comprehend," a young girl named Sarah said, standing bravely beside the Priestess.
"They'll never understand," Jensen said dryly, his fingernails digging into his palm -- he needed to get Jared out of here.
"Everybody shut up," the first hunter said. "Now just hand over the boy, and maybe we'll let you go."
And then, leave it to rookies. The newest member to their Coven, a young guy who'd been currently cowering to the Priestess' right, moved forward. Jensen didn't know what the guy's intention had been, but there hadn't been any time to find out -- a gunshot rang out, almost deafening in the room, and the young man fell to the floor, dead.
Jensen didn't know what'd happened next. First, there was dead silence, everybody in the room was shocked, stunned, and then a few of their Coven all but lunged forward.
"No! Stop!" the Priestess' voice was almost unheard over all of the ruckus, and Jensen turned to her.
Just in time to see her body jolt backwards as a bullet tore into her stomach. He didn't think, he just acted. He dove forward scooping up Jared, who miraculously -- and thankfully -- hadn't been caught in the crossfire, and carried him quickly to the door farthest from him. He threw it open and about shoved Jared into the back hallway.
"Run Jared," he had to practically yell over top of the sound of angry voices, the sound of combat. "Go! I'll find you."
He barely stayed long enough to watch Jared dash away. He turned, then made his way to the Priestess' body, dodging a flying dagger in the process. He dropped to his knees, hands searching swiftly for her wound -- she flinched as he applied pressure, and one of her already paling hands moved over top of his.
"Jared?" she asked, her voice sounding liquidy.
"He's fine, he's safe," Jensen said, leaning over her to hear her better. Her eyes were half-lidded, face contorted into a mask of pain. "Damnit," he couldn't stop his angry curse.
"Go to him," she said. "Get out of here -- you'll have to awaken the Power yourself, Jensen."
"No --"
"You must!" her voice cracked, and she winced again. "Give him this -- it's his." She held up her other hand, revealing a chain that was dangling from her closed fingers. The ring hanging from it had been hers -- large and brass with a glittering black stone.
Jensen took it, closing it in his fist, and he shook his head. "You're going to be fine," he said. "I'm going to pick you up, I'm going to carry you, and we're going to get out of here." It was useless, his words -- he could see the life leaving her eyes even as he spoke.
"No..." she said. "Just go...protect him..."
Jensen swallowed hard, jaw clenching again, and he reached up with a bloody hand to run his knuckles along her cheek. She was gone within seconds, and he made sure to close her eyes. He glanced over his shoulder as he stood up, but the hunters were busy with the rest of the Coven -- two more had been shot.
As much as Jensen wanted to go to the ones who were dying, or even help the ones fighting, that wasn't his job. His number one priority was Jared, and for as long as he was alive, the boy would always be number one. He tore from the room without a glance back, through the door he'd ushered Jared out, and he started to look through all the nearest rooms.
"Jared!" he called, opening doors, and looking behind furniture. "Jared, it's me." He could still feel Jared, so he knew nothing had happened to him. "Jared!"
More gunshots sounded and Jensen flinched, stopping in the large kitchen and reaching up to rub at his temples. He was beginning to panic, and he knew he'd never find Jared in such a state. Breathing deeply through his nose, he moved onto the next room -- a dining room. He checked everywhere, even under the table, and he was just about to give up and move on until he looked out the window.
Outside, Jared was crouched down beneath a small tree, his back to the house, and Jensen felt ten kinds of relief swell up inside of him. Rather than risk going out the door and getting caught, he concentrated hard and snapped his fingers.
Seconds later, he was in the bushes outside, lying on his stomach, and facing Jared. There was enough room for the boy to join him, and they could hide out here until the hunters left -- thank any of the gods who were listening that night.
"Jared," he said in a loud whisper.
The kid spun, then caught sight of Jensen and his body relaxed slightly. Jensen didn't think Jared'd seen his mother get shot, and he was still contemplating whether or not this was a good thing.
"Told you I'd find you," he attempted a smile, unsure of how it came out. "Come here, you have to hide."
Jared's body twitched, as if he was getting ready to move, but then another voice made the both of them start.
"There you are," it was one of the hunters. "Come on, boy. It's okay now."
Jared glanced briefly at Jensen, who violently shook his head.
"Come on, I won't hurt you," the hunter insisted, having not seen Jensen.
And Jensen could only watch as Jared, too scared to decline, stood and neared the hunter. The man bent, picking up Jared like he actually cared about him, and turned to walk away. Jensen was biting his lip so hard he could taste blood, but he knew he couldn't move -- he couldn't risk being killed. If he was, then who would watch out for Jared?
"Fuck," he hissed angrily, slamming his fist on the ground.
He watched as Jared was placed in an older car, the two hunters -- one of which was injured and bleeding -- talking loudly about what to do with him. Jensen couldn't do anything now; he'd just have to wait to find Jared again later.
After glaring at the witch hunters one last time, Jensen gave a moment's thought to where he wanted to go, and he snapped his fingers.
NEXT.
[x] *crosses fingers, nervous smile*
Fandom: RPS - Actors
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Summary: Ever since he can remember, Jared's had strange dreams, most of them involving a man he's never even met before. But then one day, he finds himself being followed, stalked by the very same mysterious stranger. Much to his disbelief, however, this isn't the worst of his problems -- it's probably the best thing to happen to him ever. Until the trouble starts.
Note: A few days ago, my best friend made me watch a really cheesy movie called Birth Rite. The movie itself was bad, but I couldn't help but think that it had a good base plot. Thus, I was inspired. While the prologue is heavily based on the movie, the rest of the story takes a different turn, just so everyone knows.
Note2: This story is a complete fantasy. I usually write realistic fiction, but this story features Witches and Warlocks, and the use of magic. Some things may or may not be based on the Wiccan religion, but only loosely. This is the first time I've ever written something like this, and I'm really nervous about it.
Warnings: AU, language, slash, sexual content, bottom!Jared, violence, character death, cracktastica. (overall)
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul.
Words: 2,342
DARK LIGHT
p r o l o g u e
Thirteen Years Ago --
It hadn't started raining yet, but every now and then a streak of lightning would illuminate the sky outside, and soft rolls of thunder occasionally followed. The window Jensen Ackles stood beside was cracked, allowing cool air to flow into the room -- despite the fact that it was the middle of summer. He gave a short glance out through the dingy glass, before turning back to the table in the center of the room.
Candles and crosses were being set up by the others, all of them dressed in white flowing robes like Jensen himself. If an outsider were to stumble upon this little scene, they'd probably be terrified -- that or think everyone in the room was a psychopath. Witches and Warlocks were so misunderstood, even now that it was the 90's. Have a little birthday celebration and people thought you were sacrificing goats to the devil or something.
This was probably why Jensen was feeling so wary at the moment. They weren't exactly in a secluded spot outside of town or anything -- it was an abandoned house in the middle of the city, their only advantage the cover from nightfall. And at any moment, any one person could find them. It didn't help that Jensen already felt like he was being watched; if he hadn't searched the area himself, he might've believed someone was spying on them.
A door across from Jensen opened, and he -- as well as the others -- straightened quickly. Their High Priestess entered the room slowly, her robe one of deep purple. As she neared the table, smiling radiantly, Jensen couldn't help but notice that she was practically glowing she was so happy. For her sake, he tried to relax.
"This is perfect," she told the others, stepping up to the table. She then turned to Jensen, her eyes dancing. "Bring me my son?"
"Of course," he answered, giving her a little smile of his own before disappearing through the door to his right.
As he crossed the darkened and silent hallway, his boots loud on the hardwood floor, he once more told himself to relax. No need to frighten Jared. Entering what was once a sitting room, Jensen found the five-year-old seated at a small, rickety table, coloring by the light of a battery-operated lantern. He looked up as soon as Jensen appeared.
When Jared had been born, Jensen was given the job, the title, of the boy's Protector. It was a job he took very seriously, one that wasn't given to many; it wasn't everyday that a child was important enough to need a guardian like him -- even children from their world. But Jared was the firstborn of a High Priestess, a woman who would never have children, as it was thought. He was what you could call a miracle baby, one who was going to be highly revered and adored -- he'd been written into prophecies, after all.
It didn't help that he was stronger than all of them, even his own mother. The Power was dormant in him however, but not for long. This birthday ceremony was going to awaken the magic in him, it was probably going to be the most momentous point in his life.
"Hey Jared," he said, nearing the boy, who like them, was garbed in a white robe. He crouched down beside Jared, hands on his own knees for support, and he studied the kid's face for a moment. "You're probably wondering why we're making you wear this, huh?" he asked.
Jared, who'd always been a quiet one, nodded his head.
"Yeah, I'm not too fond of it either," Jensen said. "Today's an important day, isn't it?"
Another nod.
Jensen grinned. "Not everyone gets such a special party, you know?" he said. "Your mother's real proud of you." He paused just slightly, trying to push away the ominous feeling he had, and he continued. "Now, when we go in there, you're probably gonna get a little scared, okay? But I want you to remember that I'm here, your mom's here -- and we'd never let anything bad happen to you, all right?"
Jared's nod was a little more reluctant this time, and Jensen stood up slowly, throwing a glance around. That feeling again. You'd think an Immortal as powerful as him would be able to see if there was danger headed his way, but there was nothing he could feel.
"Come on," he said shortly to Jared, trying to keep his smile on his face -- because he was Jared's Protector, the two shared a bond, and if Jensen got too worried, Jared would catch on.
The boy set down the crayon he'd been holding, climbing down from the chair he'd been in, and Jensen bent to pick him up. Holding Jared tightly against him, Jensen gave the room a last, sweeping look before he left.
As he reentered the main room of the house, he felt Jared recoil against him, at least until he saw his mother, who greeted him warmly with a big smile. Jensen carried him towards the table, then set Jared on it, and took just a step away, arms falling to his sides. The High Priestess reached forward to run her fingers through Jared's messy hair.
"Hi Jared, baby," she cooed at him, making him visibly relax as he grinned -- even at his age, his smile lit up the room. After studying her son for a loving moment, she then turned to all of them. "It's time."
On cue, the people in the room, including Jensen, moved to put their hoods up. When his was in place, he reached over to pull Jared's on, tugging on it playfully as he stepped back once more, and returning Jared's smile. The next few minutes seemed to happen in slow motion.
The High Priestess gently eased Jared back until he was lying down on the table, and then she grabbed for her old, leather-bound journal. Just as she was opening it to the page she needed, the door was kicked in. Jensen knew who it was before they'd even made themselves clear.
Witch hunters.
"Move and die," a gruff voice said as two men entered the room, both waving their guns like amateurs.
"How dare you?" the High Priestess asked, while the others froze up, looking just as equally angered. "How dare you interrupt us like this?"
"Shut up," the first man said, "And hand over the kid, you sick freaks."
"We're doing nothing illegal," the Priestess said, chin raised.
Jensen's gaze moved between her and Jared, who had sat up again, wide-eyed and confused. His gut was twisted into an almost painful knot, and he should've listened to his instincts earlier -- he should've told her to take the ceremony somewhere else, he should've done better to make sure they were going to be okay. There was no way they'd get out of this alive.
"That's what you want us to believe," the second hunter said, then he had the nerve to speak to Jared. "Come here, son, we'll get you out of here."
Jensen felt a muscle in his jaw twitch, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He was struck with the urge to get rid of these hunters, and not too nicely -- but it was a rule in their Coven, harm not no one. Jared, a clear look of 'What-the-Hell?' on his face, turned to his mother, who placed a hand on his knee softly.
"Don't listen to them, baby," she said. "You're safe with mama."
"He's your kid?" the first man asked, incredulous. "You people are sick."
"Best not play with things you can't comprehend," a young girl named Sarah said, standing bravely beside the Priestess.
"They'll never understand," Jensen said dryly, his fingernails digging into his palm -- he needed to get Jared out of here.
"Everybody shut up," the first hunter said. "Now just hand over the boy, and maybe we'll let you go."
And then, leave it to rookies. The newest member to their Coven, a young guy who'd been currently cowering to the Priestess' right, moved forward. Jensen didn't know what the guy's intention had been, but there hadn't been any time to find out -- a gunshot rang out, almost deafening in the room, and the young man fell to the floor, dead.
Jensen didn't know what'd happened next. First, there was dead silence, everybody in the room was shocked, stunned, and then a few of their Coven all but lunged forward.
"No! Stop!" the Priestess' voice was almost unheard over all of the ruckus, and Jensen turned to her.
Just in time to see her body jolt backwards as a bullet tore into her stomach. He didn't think, he just acted. He dove forward scooping up Jared, who miraculously -- and thankfully -- hadn't been caught in the crossfire, and carried him quickly to the door farthest from him. He threw it open and about shoved Jared into the back hallway.
"Run Jared," he had to practically yell over top of the sound of angry voices, the sound of combat. "Go! I'll find you."
He barely stayed long enough to watch Jared dash away. He turned, then made his way to the Priestess' body, dodging a flying dagger in the process. He dropped to his knees, hands searching swiftly for her wound -- she flinched as he applied pressure, and one of her already paling hands moved over top of his.
"Jared?" she asked, her voice sounding liquidy.
"He's fine, he's safe," Jensen said, leaning over her to hear her better. Her eyes were half-lidded, face contorted into a mask of pain. "Damnit," he couldn't stop his angry curse.
"Go to him," she said. "Get out of here -- you'll have to awaken the Power yourself, Jensen."
"No --"
"You must!" her voice cracked, and she winced again. "Give him this -- it's his." She held up her other hand, revealing a chain that was dangling from her closed fingers. The ring hanging from it had been hers -- large and brass with a glittering black stone.
Jensen took it, closing it in his fist, and he shook his head. "You're going to be fine," he said. "I'm going to pick you up, I'm going to carry you, and we're going to get out of here." It was useless, his words -- he could see the life leaving her eyes even as he spoke.
"No..." she said. "Just go...protect him..."
Jensen swallowed hard, jaw clenching again, and he reached up with a bloody hand to run his knuckles along her cheek. She was gone within seconds, and he made sure to close her eyes. He glanced over his shoulder as he stood up, but the hunters were busy with the rest of the Coven -- two more had been shot.
As much as Jensen wanted to go to the ones who were dying, or even help the ones fighting, that wasn't his job. His number one priority was Jared, and for as long as he was alive, the boy would always be number one. He tore from the room without a glance back, through the door he'd ushered Jared out, and he started to look through all the nearest rooms.
"Jared!" he called, opening doors, and looking behind furniture. "Jared, it's me." He could still feel Jared, so he knew nothing had happened to him. "Jared!"
More gunshots sounded and Jensen flinched, stopping in the large kitchen and reaching up to rub at his temples. He was beginning to panic, and he knew he'd never find Jared in such a state. Breathing deeply through his nose, he moved onto the next room -- a dining room. He checked everywhere, even under the table, and he was just about to give up and move on until he looked out the window.
Outside, Jared was crouched down beneath a small tree, his back to the house, and Jensen felt ten kinds of relief swell up inside of him. Rather than risk going out the door and getting caught, he concentrated hard and snapped his fingers.
Seconds later, he was in the bushes outside, lying on his stomach, and facing Jared. There was enough room for the boy to join him, and they could hide out here until the hunters left -- thank any of the gods who were listening that night.
"Jared," he said in a loud whisper.
The kid spun, then caught sight of Jensen and his body relaxed slightly. Jensen didn't think Jared'd seen his mother get shot, and he was still contemplating whether or not this was a good thing.
"Told you I'd find you," he attempted a smile, unsure of how it came out. "Come here, you have to hide."
Jared's body twitched, as if he was getting ready to move, but then another voice made the both of them start.
"There you are," it was one of the hunters. "Come on, boy. It's okay now."
Jared glanced briefly at Jensen, who violently shook his head.
"Come on, I won't hurt you," the hunter insisted, having not seen Jensen.
And Jensen could only watch as Jared, too scared to decline, stood and neared the hunter. The man bent, picking up Jared like he actually cared about him, and turned to walk away. Jensen was biting his lip so hard he could taste blood, but he knew he couldn't move -- he couldn't risk being killed. If he was, then who would watch out for Jared?
"Fuck," he hissed angrily, slamming his fist on the ground.
He watched as Jared was placed in an older car, the two hunters -- one of which was injured and bleeding -- talking loudly about what to do with him. Jensen couldn't do anything now; he'd just have to wait to find Jared again later.
After glaring at the witch hunters one last time, Jensen gave a moment's thought to where he wanted to go, and he snapped his fingers.
NEXT.
[x] *crosses fingers, nervous smile*