Kisskiss Bangbang
Title-Torture, part one
Pairing/Characters-Already been stated
Rating-kind R-ish for words and slight violence
Summary-Maybe he is gonna do something, maybe we're gonna help him.
A/N: Kinda already been said. And the people in here-the other band-is As I Lay Dying.
Dedication[s]: Aiden_Slash
Jacob shivered as he sat up, the blanket he ws covered in falling so that it slipped around his waist. He felt someone's arm around his waist and he turned to look behind him, thinking of his 'heroes'from the other night. He was surprised-and glad-to see Wambold there, his arm slung lazily over his waist and the other tucked under neath of him in an almost protective manner. He sat up and slid out of the older man's grip, looking around the room-where he had ended up, he didn't know. But he felt safe-safer than he had in years.
"You're up already?
"I would normally be at school about this time. Where's the others at?
"Hmm? Oh, you mean the rest of the Scooby Gang. Nick is off dealing with some business, I think Wil went with him. And Angel's at school-I think he'll explain your absence."
"Okay...I guess.
"Were gonna take you back home tonight so you can get some things, or decide if you wanna stay there.
"I don't." Jacob said with the slightest of shivers. Home really didn't sound so comforting anymore. He sat down on the bed and smiled softly at Wambold. "Con I tell you something?" A nod. "It's weird, but I feel like we've met somewhere before-I just don't know exactly where."
"You got that feeling to? I saw you and felt like...I dunno...a connection?"
"Kinda weird, huh?"
"Uhh..yeah. I guess so." There was a long silence-a pause for breath, if you will, before Jacob sat back down on the bed. He cringed, and Jacob slid his arm around Jacob's shoulder's. "Hurting?" A nod and another cringe. Wambold pulled Jacob into his arms and the teenager cried out from the pain of the suddenly jerky motions. Wambold set him down gently into his lap, caressing his face and softly shushing him, hoping that the pain would pass. It did; and Wambold questioned this.
"What was that all about?"
"I actually have no idea what that was about. I got them all the time as a little kid, and back then they were a bit more serious. But they still hurt. All of the time, and I don't know why or where they came from." Wambold hugged him tightly. "Well, the next time that one of those pains shows up, I'll kick it's ass." A giggle came from the teenaged boy as he slipped his arms around Wambold's neck. "Man...am I fucking bored! What's say we head out for a little while? I think I maybe have a coat or something of the like with a hood-it's pretty cold out there, actually, and you need something to hide your head."
They ended up at some random bar, which Jacob covered up by the black Atreyu hoodie his new found friend had given him, and his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "So...what'll it be, kid?"
"Huh?" He looked up, shocked, into the face of the bartender. "Oh...umm...well, I don't really drink all that much..."
"Under age?" He reached under the bar, and Jacob cringed. "Well...yeah...sorta..."
"I don't care. Honestly. Have anything you'd like-you know Wambold. That crazy motherfucker saved my life. Any friend of his is a friend of mine."
"Well I don't really have any money, either." Jacob was running out of excuses; he really did want to wait for the perfect moment to get drunk.
"It's fine-all drinks are on the house. So what'll it be?"
"Err...well, um...I guess-"
"Get him a whiskey, Ernie." Jacob had actually been ready to say that, and he turned to look at the man who had suggested it. He was most likely the Wil guy-Jacob could recognize his features perfectly. Jacob smiled softly and nodded at the bartender-Ernie- as the man spun around. "I figured that Jake may have dragged you out here. Oh, that's his name, too. Sorry, I forgot you both kinda had the same first name." He smiled softly at Jacob, who could feel himself growing honestly interested in this man-although the smile was a bit creepy. "So...I hear tha' you're only a half?"
"Huh?"
"You're only a half vampire. What else can you do?"
Jacob nearly spit out the beer in his throat. He hadn't expected anyone to mention his half-vampireness, but the powers he had were something different...that was something that he was better at keeping a secret. He smiled nervously, in a kind of, "What the hell kind of shit question was that?" Before he spoke up. "Well...I can...erm...I can sort of..."
'Read people's minds.' He finished in thought, looking down with a furious blush. Wil raised an eyebrow, and shot back, 'Telepathy, eh?'
"Yes. Yeah, that's pretty much it besides the fact of some limited psychic and telekinetic abilities."
"Awesome. Wanna see what I can do?"
"Umm...yeah...y-yeah, sure, I guess so."
"Oh! Ouch! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jacob spun around to see that a man was holding his wrist close to his chest. When he pulled his hands away, Jacob could see that there wass a very large, bloody burn around the whol of his wrist and forearm. his venomous gaze fixed on them and he snapt out a, "Whore," shot into Jacob's direction before leaving.
"Did...did you do that?"
"Yup. Yes, that was me."
"But...but why?"
"Didn't you read his mind?" Jacob shook his head. Wil sighed. "That guy was planning on attacking you and raping you-he was just waiting for you to go outside. Like you will be in ten minutes-make sure that you leave out with me or Jake."
Jacob shivered as a small bottle was set down next to him. It was the whiskey that Wil had ordered, a small but good sized bottle. He popped the cap off and took a sip, nearly coughing it all back up as though it was gonna choke him. He set his head down onto the counter, and, after a few minutes, decided that he needed to go outside. It had been eleven minutes, which mostlikely broke that time thing, right? Or...at least...well, he hoped that it had.
"Stop! Please, leave me alone..." Jacob couldn't quite locate the origin of the voice, but he was able to hear the frightened pleads. He guessed that it was coming from the alley way and-wouldn't you know it-he wasn't in danger. But someone else was. He wore a long sleeved red and black striped shirt, black jeans that were being removed from him, and combat boots. He was fighting with all his strength, but he was-sadly-loosing.
"Hey!" The two men who were assulting the poor boy. All of the confidence that he had soon slipped from out of him, but he still stood there as tall as he could(although his body was still growing.) "He said leave him alone."
"What do you care, freak? You gonna do something about it?" He dropped the boy, who landed on his ass-and it was probably very painful.
"Maybe he is gonna do something, maybe we're gonna help him." Came a soft but fierce voice behind him. Jacob turned and saw a group of five-four guys and one girl, who looked as though she was pregnant. He breathed in deeply-maybe this would be enough to ward the men off. He turned back to them, and nearly wet himself.
One was on fire, the other was a tiger.
Pairing/Characters-Already been stated
Rating-kind R-ish for words and slight violence
Summary-Maybe he is gonna do something, maybe we're gonna help him.
A/N: Kinda already been said. And the people in here-the other band-is As I Lay Dying.
Dedication[s]: Aiden_Slash
Jacob shivered as he sat up, the blanket he ws covered in falling so that it slipped around his waist. He felt someone's arm around his waist and he turned to look behind him, thinking of his 'heroes'from the other night. He was surprised-and glad-to see Wambold there, his arm slung lazily over his waist and the other tucked under neath of him in an almost protective manner. He sat up and slid out of the older man's grip, looking around the room-where he had ended up, he didn't know. But he felt safe-safer than he had in years.
"You're up already?
"I would normally be at school about this time. Where's the others at?
"Hmm? Oh, you mean the rest of the Scooby Gang. Nick is off dealing with some business, I think Wil went with him. And Angel's at school-I think he'll explain your absence."
"Okay...I guess.
"Were gonna take you back home tonight so you can get some things, or decide if you wanna stay there.
"I don't." Jacob said with the slightest of shivers. Home really didn't sound so comforting anymore. He sat down on the bed and smiled softly at Wambold. "Con I tell you something?" A nod. "It's weird, but I feel like we've met somewhere before-I just don't know exactly where."
"You got that feeling to? I saw you and felt like...I dunno...a connection?"
"Kinda weird, huh?"
"Uhh..yeah. I guess so." There was a long silence-a pause for breath, if you will, before Jacob sat back down on the bed. He cringed, and Jacob slid his arm around Jacob's shoulder's. "Hurting?" A nod and another cringe. Wambold pulled Jacob into his arms and the teenager cried out from the pain of the suddenly jerky motions. Wambold set him down gently into his lap, caressing his face and softly shushing him, hoping that the pain would pass. It did; and Wambold questioned this.
"What was that all about?"
"I actually have no idea what that was about. I got them all the time as a little kid, and back then they were a bit more serious. But they still hurt. All of the time, and I don't know why or where they came from." Wambold hugged him tightly. "Well, the next time that one of those pains shows up, I'll kick it's ass." A giggle came from the teenaged boy as he slipped his arms around Wambold's neck. "Man...am I fucking bored! What's say we head out for a little while? I think I maybe have a coat or something of the like with a hood-it's pretty cold out there, actually, and you need something to hide your head."
They ended up at some random bar, which Jacob covered up by the black Atreyu hoodie his new found friend had given him, and his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "So...what'll it be, kid?"
"Huh?" He looked up, shocked, into the face of the bartender. "Oh...umm...well, I don't really drink all that much..."
"Under age?" He reached under the bar, and Jacob cringed. "Well...yeah...sorta..."
"I don't care. Honestly. Have anything you'd like-you know Wambold. That crazy motherfucker saved my life. Any friend of his is a friend of mine."
"Well I don't really have any money, either." Jacob was running out of excuses; he really did want to wait for the perfect moment to get drunk.
"It's fine-all drinks are on the house. So what'll it be?"
"Err...well, um...I guess-"
"Get him a whiskey, Ernie." Jacob had actually been ready to say that, and he turned to look at the man who had suggested it. He was most likely the Wil guy-Jacob could recognize his features perfectly. Jacob smiled softly and nodded at the bartender-Ernie- as the man spun around. "I figured that Jake may have dragged you out here. Oh, that's his name, too. Sorry, I forgot you both kinda had the same first name." He smiled softly at Jacob, who could feel himself growing honestly interested in this man-although the smile was a bit creepy. "So...I hear tha' you're only a half?"
"Huh?"
"You're only a half vampire. What else can you do?"
Jacob nearly spit out the beer in his throat. He hadn't expected anyone to mention his half-vampireness, but the powers he had were something different...that was something that he was better at keeping a secret. He smiled nervously, in a kind of, "What the hell kind of shit question was that?" Before he spoke up. "Well...I can...erm...I can sort of..."
'Read people's minds.' He finished in thought, looking down with a furious blush. Wil raised an eyebrow, and shot back, 'Telepathy, eh?'
"Yes. Yeah, that's pretty much it besides the fact of some limited psychic and telekinetic abilities."
"Awesome. Wanna see what I can do?"
"Umm...yeah...y-yeah, sure, I guess so."
"Oh! Ouch! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jacob spun around to see that a man was holding his wrist close to his chest. When he pulled his hands away, Jacob could see that there wass a very large, bloody burn around the whol of his wrist and forearm. his venomous gaze fixed on them and he snapt out a, "Whore," shot into Jacob's direction before leaving.
"Did...did you do that?"
"Yup. Yes, that was me."
"But...but why?"
"Didn't you read his mind?" Jacob shook his head. Wil sighed. "That guy was planning on attacking you and raping you-he was just waiting for you to go outside. Like you will be in ten minutes-make sure that you leave out with me or Jake."
Jacob shivered as a small bottle was set down next to him. It was the whiskey that Wil had ordered, a small but good sized bottle. He popped the cap off and took a sip, nearly coughing it all back up as though it was gonna choke him. He set his head down onto the counter, and, after a few minutes, decided that he needed to go outside. It had been eleven minutes, which mostlikely broke that time thing, right? Or...at least...well, he hoped that it had.
"Stop! Please, leave me alone..." Jacob couldn't quite locate the origin of the voice, but he was able to hear the frightened pleads. He guessed that it was coming from the alley way and-wouldn't you know it-he wasn't in danger. But someone else was. He wore a long sleeved red and black striped shirt, black jeans that were being removed from him, and combat boots. He was fighting with all his strength, but he was-sadly-loosing.
"Hey!" The two men who were assulting the poor boy. All of the confidence that he had soon slipped from out of him, but he still stood there as tall as he could(although his body was still growing.) "He said leave him alone."
"What do you care, freak? You gonna do something about it?" He dropped the boy, who landed on his ass-and it was probably very painful.
"Maybe he is gonna do something, maybe we're gonna help him." Came a soft but fierce voice behind him. Jacob turned and saw a group of five-four guys and one girl, who looked as though she was pregnant. He breathed in deeply-maybe this would be enough to ward the men off. He turned back to them, and nearly wet himself.
One was on fire, the other was a tiger.