If You Die Before I Wake (or How Do You Howl "I Love You"?) 3/?
Title: If You Die Before I Wake (or How Do You Howl "I Love You"?) 3/?
Sequel to I Will Love You 'til My Muzzle Turns Grey Master Post
Author: spnkinkfan
Pairing: J2
Word Count: 1207
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Warnings: Slight torture
Disclaimer: I own neither of the boys (have never even met them). I wish though - I would take very good care.
A/N: Thank you to my wonderful beta, TMATEOTB, for doing this so quickly after you got home from your trip. You rock my world. Any remaining mistakes are all on me.
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Jared woke slowly. His entire body hurt and he could not figure out why. He tried to move his arm, to rub his aching head, but it wouldn't budge. He started to struggle as he realized he was unable to move at all - even his head was secured somehow. Whatever he was fastened to, it was not a smooth surface. He could feel hard metal pressed against his back in places - it felt like a box spring mattress with all the cloth covering removed. Every time he shifted his weight, he felt the rounded metal bite into a new patch of skin.
Jared froze, panic suddenly washing over him - his eyes were open but he could not see. Was he blind? What the hell had happened? He thought back to that morning, or what he thought had probably been that morning.
He was getting ready for work, Matt and Leo were shadowing him through the house. The duo had been assigned to Jared for a few weeks and he had to admit he had gotten more comfortable with having them around than he had many of the others. The two large men somehow managed to take up almost no space in whatever room they were in, it was like sharing space with a couple of ghosts.
Jared had dropped his toothbrush back in the holder and was rinsing his mouth when he heard the crash from downstairs, nearly drowning himself with a mouthful of Listerine as a startled shout caught in his throat. Matt appeared in the doorway, telling Jared to get in the tub and close the curtain. The closet was full of shelves, and dropping out the window would just leave him outside and unprotected.
Jared could see the guard was already starting to shift as he pulled the bathroom door closed, shutting Jared inside. He didn't need to see the fight to know it was brutal - the pained howls had him curled in a ball on the floor of the tub with his hands pressed hard to his ears.
Jared would never forget the sounds of two good men dying, trying to protect him.
A sudden sound to his left brought Jared back to the present and he held his breath, straining to hear anything he could identify. A soft growl set every hair on his body on end.
"You know," a deep, honey-smooth voice spoke softly from the right, "one of the problems with humans is their inferior senses. If you had let that coward turn you into one of us, you would know everything you needed to know about this room. How many of us are here. A basic sense of our mood. Hell, you could probably tell whether or not we had coffee with breakfast."
The voice stopped as suddenly as it started. Jared tried to control his breathing, hoping to hear anything at all around him. When the voice came again it was much closer than it had been and Jared startled. He hadn't heard movement at all.
"You see, I can see you. You see only darkness, but there is light here. I see you jump at the sound of my voice, I can smell the putrid stench of your fear." His voice dropped to a predatory growl, "I can smell your blood!"
"What do you want?" Jared blurted out.
"But you are as big a coward as your murderous mate," the voice continued, as if the interruption had never happened. "You are too afraid to become one of us, and he is too much your slave to push the issue. So we shall see what happens to the slave without his master."
"Jensen is not a murderer! You sick fuck if you're going to play games with people at least come up with a decent excuse!" Jared was angry, but fear put a waver in his voice he knew the werewolves could hear.
Jared felt a slight ripple of air before a big hand closed around his throat, squeezing tight for a few moments and then releasing. As he gasped for breath, the voice spoke near his ear.
"You are both to blame for my father's death. You will both pay for my loss."
Jared tried to shrink away despite the restraints, a chill ran down his spine as he realized who had taken him. Jensen mentioned Ted's son, Xander, had taken over his pack, but had not said much more than that about the new Alpha.
He could hear Ted's voice echoing in his head, threatening humiliation, pain and death. Images of Ted flickered through Jared's head and he felt panic trying to override everything else again. The memory of the evil bastard hunched over a torn and bleeding Jensen, squeezing the life out of his mate while Jared looked on helplessly was forever etched into his brain.
Some nights Jared still woke terrified and shaking from nightmares of that day. Jensen would pull him closer, running his fingers through Jared's soft hair and speaking quiet words of love in his ear to soothe him.
There would be no waking up this time, no Jensen to hold and comfort him.
He wondered where Jensen was, if he knew yet that his mate had been taken. Jared hoped Jensen was alright, but Xander had said he wanted to see how Jensen did without Jared. He must be okay.
Right?
Jared felt something cold against the skin of his stomach. That was when he realized he was naked and his face burned with shame.
"If you were one of us," Xander started again, "you would be able to feel the silver blade against your flesh."
"But I'm not, so why would you - " Jared broke off with a pained yelp as the blade sliced into his belly.
"Really," Xander practically purred, "what difference does it make? A sharp blade is a sharp blade to someone whose senses are inferior right? Are you saying you'd rather be cut with a tempered steel blade? Or a stainless one? Would it feel different to you somehow, as the silver does to us?" He moved closer to Jared once again and Jared desperately wished he could see. "Do you really have a preference what type of blade I use human?" He spat the last word as though it were a curse.
Jared could feel his body trembling, he tried to think of something to say that would not land him in another verbal trap. He knew he was screwed no matter what he said or did, so he remained silent.
"I asked you a question," the alpha hissed, "you will answer when I speak to you."
Jared stayed silent, his heart hammering in his ears. He grit his teeth together, knowing more pain was coming.
He did not have long to wait. The sharp blade bit into his right thigh and Jared swallowed the scream that wanted to tear loose from his throat. He was not going to give this asshole the satisfaction of hearing him break down, not as long as he could resist.
Whatever he had to endure, Jared was determined to stay alive. If he died, so would Jensen.
He could not let that happen.
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