The Red and the White 2/2
Later he learned that Hell was a mental institution, that he tried to kill the construction workers who searched the building for homeless persons. Apparently, he was trapped for almost five months, and the day Ty backstabbed him was the day before its scheduled demolition. Luckily, the demolition works were delayed, otherwise he'd be dead.
Or maybe it was no luck that saved his life because it was Hell. The first weeks in the loony bin are still lost in a haze of withdrawal and pain.
Of course nobody believed him when he said he was locked in a closet for five months. They said it was just a few days and he was confused. They gave him drugs that really confused him until he started saying Yes, ma'am and Yes, sir.
How are you, Jensen? - I'm fine, sir.
Do you know why you are here? - Yes, ma'am.
Are you better now? - Yes, ma'am.
He lied through his teeth - his strange new teeth - until he was free to start a new life.
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It's a beautiful building, just a few years old. Six floors of offices, some windows lit - though Jensen queries whether there are people working, it's way too early.
He can still see where the room was. It's like there is a ghost of the old structure superimposing onto the new one. There, on the second floor - right there.
Jensen breathes slowly. He can do it.
Eyes closed, scenting the air, he can smell it, feel it. A kind of dread, sinking slowly into his bones. It is not Jensen's emotion, though, but it's like a beacon, guiding him.
Near the docks, the scent gets stronger, enveloping him until he is the scent. So, actually, it's two scents that he follows, but they are so intermingled that they are hard to distinguish. And then, right in front of an old warehouse, he recognizes what's lying beneath - arrogance, viciousness, spiders and green leaves.
Ty.
The memories are slamming him against the wall of the warehouse, squeezing his throat. He whispers It's gone, the closet's gone, I'm out until he believes it.
Sucking in air in big gulps, willing his heart to beat with less speed, he finally succeeds in calming down.
When he shoves the door open, it's dark inside, the air stale. A pale light shines through dirty windows, and it's enough for him to see clearly.
Someone has been in the warehouse recently, disturbing the dust on the floor and leaving the scent of leaves shrouded in fear. It's almost palpable, wafting on the floor.
Jensen is moving cautiously through the big hall, empty except for some abandoned pallets and newspapers. He opens the door to the staircase, inching upstairs until he reaches a hallway. There are half a dozen doors - offices - that open off the hall, and he ponders on where to start.
“Hello, pet.”
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His eyes are the same gray - storm clouds in a dark sky. He is as handsome as ever, wearing a turtleneck sweater under his jacket, and Jensen knows how built he is underneath.
“Ty,” he breathes, and it is not the prayer it used to be. It is a warning, a cold threat - unfortunately, it fails to have the desired effect.
Ty raises his hand, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He blows smoke in the air, but it's scentless. It is as if Jensen is watching TV, he can see Ty, the cigarette, the smoke - but there's no smell.
It is disturbing.
“I feel flattered,” Ty says. “You didn't forget me.”
Jensen feels hot inside. It is rage, pain, and fear he has to rein in, and it's hard not to rip Ty a new one, literally.
“How could I?” Jensen's voice is even, standoffish, and he is proud of it. “You hurt me and left me to die in a closet. You made me a monster, and you dare think I could forget you?”
“Ahh no. I was just being polite.” Ty shifts, leaning against the door frame, holding the cigarette between his fingers. “I was pretty surprised when I learned that you were still alive. First, I wanted to fix it, but then I thought about the advantages.”
“Advantages? You call it advantageous that you didn't succeed in killing me?”
“Yeah well, wasting that ass of yours would be a shame. You always were my favorite pet. After all, I did let you come, didn't I?”
Ty's hand is cool on Jensen's skin, cupping his cheek tenderly, and his eyes are... gray, still gray like thunderclouds, but warm. Jensen can see something like warmth in there, and he remembers the nights with Ty. They were so unlike his usual nights, Ty was so unlike his usual clients, affectionate, caressing - acting like the perfect boyfriend.
He remembers feeling skin on skin, lips and fingers on his dick, and he finds himself becoming hard.
“You're so beautiful,” Ty says. “You could never be a monster because you're beautiful inside and out.”
Those eyes - thunderclouds, harbingers of rain and storm, life-giving, life-destroying - those eyes never failed him, never let him down. Gray clouds and a rainbow of hope for a new life.
“I gave you a new life, my pet, and you've been strong enough to survive. We could be so good together.”
Ty's eyes are the sky, and the earth. The rain is Jensen's blood. The storm is the air that he's breathing. Ty's gaze is stripping him right down to his bones until there is nothing left of him. Save for his dick, hard and aching.
“The others will be so envious at me. They'll want you, but you're mine. You'll never want anybody else, and you'll forget that bag of meat. I'll make you forget.”
Ty's lips meet Jensen's, and they are hot, and cold, and wrong, breathing insubstantial, scentless smoke into his lungs. His eyes are gray, not hazelbluebrown, maybe storm clouds but no swirling emotions.
It's everything Jensen wants. Until it isn't.
“No,” he mutters against lips that are cloaking his brain with fog and tranquility. When they withdraw with surprise, he can breathe again, smelling cigarette smoke.
Suddenly, he is encased in a smell of green leaves, tarmac and rain, nicotine and tobacco.
His head is aching, it feels like someone is sticking burning needles into his brain. He needs to brace himself against the wall in order to prevent himself from collapsing.
“What did you do?” he rasps, searching Ty's eyes.
Ty drops the cigarette. “Just made sure you wanted to stay.” He sighs. “Jensen, I'm your dad. You're the first of my kids that I want to stay.”
“God, that just sounds so... wrong. And for the record, I'm not interested. You changed me into... something - and I still don't know how you did it - you tried to kill me, and I think, I'm not the only one you hurt and killed. You're a monster.”
Ty shrugs. “Oh, it's all about procreation. But let's not forget that you killed too. Poor Tahmoh, and he was one of your kind.”
“It was self-defense. He threatened my boyfriend.”
“Oh yes, your boyfriend. That lanky puppy. I bet he's quite delicious.”
Jensen straightens himself, the need for support forgotten. “If you as much as lay a finger on him... I'm gonna rip you apart!”
“You can try that. But I think you know it wouldn't be easy. Compared to me, Tahmoh was a wuss. I'm not.”
And that is true, Jensen can feel it in his bones, it is a smell like beeswax in the air. There's power rolling off Ty in strong waves, making Jensen shiver. He stands his ground, though.
“I'm not afraid of you,” he says.
Ty's answer is a head tilt. “Oh yes, you are. And with good reason. I'll always be stronger and faster than you. I can manipulate you without you knowing. Because I made you.”
“You made me a monster!”
“Aah... no. You're the same beautiful person as before, just a little bit, uh... enhanced. And you still haven't reached your full potential.”
He reaches out his hand, cupping Jensen's cheek, and Jensen flinches. “Don't touch me.”
Ty's grin is conceited and cruel.
Suddenly, Jensen finds himself pinned against the wall, his wrists secured in Ty's strong hands. He's leaning in, his breath ghosting, caressing over Jensen's skin.
“I'm gonna show you how good it can be, how good we can be. I'm gonna rip you apart and piece you back together, and you're going to love it. And then I'll pay a visit to your little boyfriend who may be not so little. Let's see if he can live up to my expectations.”
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His whole life, Jensen fought, one way or the other. To stay alive, keep a piece of bread, keep control over his ass. This fight with Ty - it is fierce and ferocious, and it is about protecting Jared, so Jensen wins.
Ty's death must have been messy and bloody - Jensen can't remember. Even years later, when he tries to recall, he comes up blank. There are hints of what he did but he can't be sure.
Coming back from the haze, the dark place he can't remember entering, he blinks. He is alive, must be, because Ty is dead, the body lying at Jensen's feet, the head... elsewhere.
The only way of killing someone like Ty - like Jensen - is breaking their neck. Severing the head works too, though there's no need for ripping an arm off. And there is so little blood. Sure, there are blood splatters all over the walls and the floor, but considering Ty's wounds - the rips, and tears, and bite marks - it should be much more.
Did Jensen drink it? Hopefully not.
Jensen needs to rest. His legs are weak, so he sits down on the floor, breathing laboriously. The scratches, and bruises, and bite marks all over his body are healing quickly, he can see his skin knitting itself together, pale and immaculate.
Ty's smell is still lingering in the hallway, a bitter remnant of power, but the odor of rain is getting stronger instead of waning.
Finally, Jensen is able to move without trouble, and, following the rainy smell, enters one of the old offices. It's a dank room, the clamminess coming through the broken windows from the river that runs right outside the building.
A naked figure is lying on the floor, next to the window, ready to be disposed of like a bag of waste into the river - a man, hands and feet bound with thick ropes that are restricting the blood flow, chafing Jensen's wrists and ankles, and if he could see a damn thing, he could get rid of them...
No.
No, he's out. He is safe, and the closet is gone. There's no need to be scared.
The poor guy on the floor is groaning, bringing Jensen back to the rundown office.
“Hey, it's okay,” he says, rolling the man onto his back, and it's not a man, it's just a boy, barely legal, bleeding sluggishly from a bite wound in his shoulder. He is bruised and battered, and - evidence of Ty's preference for young men - there is semen dripping to the ground from between his legs.
While untying the poor boy, who is coming to slowly, something stirs in Jensen's mind. A dark memory, or maybe an association, a word. And he knows what he will see even before the young man speaks.
“Who are you?” he croaks, sharp teeth poking into his lip.
“I'm Jensen. Who are you, and what happened?”
“I'm... Matt. What happened?”
“You don't remember? - Alright, first, let's get the hell out of Dodge, then we'll figure it out. Let's go home.”
Matt is shaking his head. “I can't. I can't go home.”
Of course. “Okay, I'll take you to my place, and we'll take it from there.”
Helping Matt dress is easy, compared to taking him home. He has lost too much blood to be able to move quickly, shuffling his feet slowly across the floor, panting heavily. They leave the building through the back exit where they find a bin full of rain water so Matt can wash himself as well as possible.
After a few blocks, when Jensen thinks it's safe, they get a cab.
Matt's eyes are closed, his head leaning against the back rest.
Jensen is looking out of the cab window, sees the orange light of dawn creep through the streets. The sun is rising, the sun always rises, doesn't matter what happens.
The word is still poking at Jensen's mind, procreation.
Matt is a newborn - not created by blood alone, though. Jensen knows how blood affects him, but his donors - especially Jared - are not affected in this kind of way. And he has never created another creature only by exchanging blood.
There must be something he has missed.
Procreation. Male and female joined in a dance as old as nature. But Jensen is gay, and Ty's proclivity was young males. So how did he create Jensen and Matt?
When Jensen found Matt, he was hurt and bleeding. It was obvious that Ty bit him while having sex. Unprotected... bareback...
Oh God.
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Eventually, they arrive at Jared's apartment that Jensen considers theirs until they actually move in together. He rushes Matt out of the cab, into the building and into the lift. He is too preoccupied to realize that he actually is inside that tiny cage for the first time since he was released from the nut house.
Inside his head, there's just one single thought buzzing.
Blood and semen... procreation... that's all it needs... blood and semen.
When they enter the apartment, Matt is practically dead on his feet, and Jared is coming out of the bed room, still tired, yawning.
Oh God, the teeth... his teeth!
“Jensen...” he rasps. “What happened? I feel weird.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, Jensen sinks to his knees. He betrayed Jared's trust in the worst possible way. Granted, he didn't know. He didn't know about his own nature, and Jared is the victim. He killed his boyfriend with his own hands.
“I'm so sorry,” he whispers.
Jared looks at Matt, and after a moment's contemplation, raises his hand to touch his teeth. Then he's turning to Jensen.
“What the fuck, Jensen?”
“I'm so sorry, baby, I didn't know,” he sobs. “I didn't know.”
“I'm like you now, right?”
Jensen nods in confirmation.
Jared's fingers prod at his elongated canines for a moment longer, then, tilting his head, he says, “Cool.”
~fin~