Anger's a Lesser Disaster (Ch. 2)
Title: Anger's a Lesser Disaster
Author: trylohbyte
Rating: R Overall
Pairing: Vampire!Jon/Brendon, Tom/Greta
Summary: Jon finds himself in a predicament in which he is hungry as hell but can't bring himself to feast on what would probably be the best meal in the history of forever. He wanders the city and eventually does find his dinner. But there are still other confusing surprises awaiting him.
Dislcaimer: Obviously fictional. I hate to burst the Twilight generation's bubble, but vampires do not actually exist. Title belongs to Empires.
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. :( I've been caught up in other things, including a little piece of writing based on Taylor Swift's Love Story and a ridiculously long Brendon/Ryan work. If I hadn't been home sick the past two days, I probably never would have finished this. So, uh. Go bronchitis.
Previous Chapters: P | 1
The sight of the boy in the window would have taken Jon's breath away if he had any to spare. He had dark, perfectly tousled hair and red-rimmed glasses over his puppy-dog brown eyes. Jon guesstimated that he was probably about five feet, seven inches tall. Something close to his own height.
On any other occasion, he would have just smashed through the window and killed his prey. Left the body cold and pale on the ground for someone else to find and dispose of. Walked off without a care, because who would catch him anyway?
But he couldn't. For some reason, he couldn't smash the glass. The very thought of sinking his teeth into that pulse, while undoubtably tempting and enticing, made Jon's stomach churn. And not because he was hungry.
He dropped himself from the wall, making a loud thumping noise upon landing. He turned around and slumped against the wall of the house, slowly sliding down to sit on the cool grass. His hands came up to cover his face, and then back to tug through his hair. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he asked himself.
The creak of a door opening and then the latching as it shut alerted Jon. He looked up from his hands and to both sides, sniffing just slightly. The scent of the boy hit him again, stronger and more fresh this time than before. Jon's lips drew back and he covered his nose. As tasty as the smell was, if he kept smelling it, he would end up killing that boy and would regret it for the rest of his eternal life.
Forever.
“Excuse me?” a voice asked.
Jon looked up, hands still secure over his nose, to see the boy from the window. He tensed while his mind and body battled, throwing arguments of attack and stay back.
“Did you break your nose trying to sneak into my apartment?”
Jon stayed still and quiet.
“Because, really, you thought I didn't see you spying on me through my window?” the boy pressed. “Honestly. Who the hell are you anyway?”
Jon tried to say 'Jonathan Jacob Walker', but it came out sounding more like. Something that was not his name. Maybe a sort of gurgling sound.
“Did you want to make a run for it, or were you planning on going to-”
Jon was gone before there were any threats of calling the police.
He ended up settling for the first unaccompanied adult to pass by a dark alley.
***
When he was done with his meal, he left the body lying on the cold, concrete ground. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that the mysterious murder would end up in the paper the next day and it would probably trip the alarms of seekers all across the globe. But he really couldn't bring himself to care.
As it turned out, Chicago was not a small town. It was, in fact, a huge town. And Jon had trouble finding a place to hide out for the night. He wandered the streets, wary of the scents around him. It wasn't until he was thinking maybe he'd just chill in a dumpster until the sun rose that he caught a familiar scent.
It was vaguely reminiscent of something he'd been in contact with before, but at the same time, it held a trace of something he couldn't stand. One thing was for sure, though. The smell came from a vampire.
He stalked it, and the faint aroma grew stronger and stronger the closer he got to the source. He ended up outside of a quant, cozy looking house in a nice neighborhood. He had no way of percieving what hour of the night it was, but judging by the orange glow on the horizon, he guessed it was early, early morning. He knocked anyway.
He half expected no one to answer. But his face lit up when a man opened the door. The man had dirty blonde hair and a fair amount of stubble across his face. A silver hoop pierced his nose.
“Tom!” Jon exclaimed.
The other vampire looked confused for a moment. His nose twitched and a small smile crept across his face.
“Jonny Walker?” Tom laughed. “I didn't think I'd ever see you again, what with the seekers finding you.”
“Crazy story, buddy-”
“Hold that thought.” Tom's right ear perked up, picking up a sound behind him.
“Tommy, who is it?”
“Jon, you should-” Tom started.
“Of all the-.” A young, pretty blonde appeared behind Tom. She peeked over his shoulder and her jaw dropped slightly when she saw Jon. She took a few small steps back, and Jon could see that she was holding her swollen belly.
Above all else, she was a human.
“Oh,” she said. “This is a... friend of yours, Tom?”
Jon glared incredulously at Tom who offered an awkward grin in response.
Author: trylohbyte
Rating: R Overall
Pairing: Vampire!Jon/Brendon, Tom/Greta
Summary: Jon finds himself in a predicament in which he is hungry as hell but can't bring himself to feast on what would probably be the best meal in the history of forever. He wanders the city and eventually does find his dinner. But there are still other confusing surprises awaiting him.
Dislcaimer: Obviously fictional. I hate to burst the Twilight generation's bubble, but vampires do not actually exist. Title belongs to Empires.
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. :( I've been caught up in other things, including a little piece of writing based on Taylor Swift's Love Story and a ridiculously long Brendon/Ryan work. If I hadn't been home sick the past two days, I probably never would have finished this. So, uh. Go bronchitis.
Previous Chapters: P | 1
The sight of the boy in the window would have taken Jon's breath away if he had any to spare. He had dark, perfectly tousled hair and red-rimmed glasses over his puppy-dog brown eyes. Jon guesstimated that he was probably about five feet, seven inches tall. Something close to his own height.
On any other occasion, he would have just smashed through the window and killed his prey. Left the body cold and pale on the ground for someone else to find and dispose of. Walked off without a care, because who would catch him anyway?
But he couldn't. For some reason, he couldn't smash the glass. The very thought of sinking his teeth into that pulse, while undoubtably tempting and enticing, made Jon's stomach churn. And not because he was hungry.
He dropped himself from the wall, making a loud thumping noise upon landing. He turned around and slumped against the wall of the house, slowly sliding down to sit on the cool grass. His hands came up to cover his face, and then back to tug through his hair. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he asked himself.
The creak of a door opening and then the latching as it shut alerted Jon. He looked up from his hands and to both sides, sniffing just slightly. The scent of the boy hit him again, stronger and more fresh this time than before. Jon's lips drew back and he covered his nose. As tasty as the smell was, if he kept smelling it, he would end up killing that boy and would regret it for the rest of his eternal life.
Forever.
“Excuse me?” a voice asked.
Jon looked up, hands still secure over his nose, to see the boy from the window. He tensed while his mind and body battled, throwing arguments of attack and stay back.
“Did you break your nose trying to sneak into my apartment?”
Jon stayed still and quiet.
“Because, really, you thought I didn't see you spying on me through my window?” the boy pressed. “Honestly. Who the hell are you anyway?”
Jon tried to say 'Jonathan Jacob Walker', but it came out sounding more like. Something that was not his name. Maybe a sort of gurgling sound.
“Did you want to make a run for it, or were you planning on going to-”
Jon was gone before there were any threats of calling the police.
He ended up settling for the first unaccompanied adult to pass by a dark alley.
***
When he was done with his meal, he left the body lying on the cold, concrete ground. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that the mysterious murder would end up in the paper the next day and it would probably trip the alarms of seekers all across the globe. But he really couldn't bring himself to care.
As it turned out, Chicago was not a small town. It was, in fact, a huge town. And Jon had trouble finding a place to hide out for the night. He wandered the streets, wary of the scents around him. It wasn't until he was thinking maybe he'd just chill in a dumpster until the sun rose that he caught a familiar scent.
It was vaguely reminiscent of something he'd been in contact with before, but at the same time, it held a trace of something he couldn't stand. One thing was for sure, though. The smell came from a vampire.
He stalked it, and the faint aroma grew stronger and stronger the closer he got to the source. He ended up outside of a quant, cozy looking house in a nice neighborhood. He had no way of percieving what hour of the night it was, but judging by the orange glow on the horizon, he guessed it was early, early morning. He knocked anyway.
He half expected no one to answer. But his face lit up when a man opened the door. The man had dirty blonde hair and a fair amount of stubble across his face. A silver hoop pierced his nose.
“Tom!” Jon exclaimed.
The other vampire looked confused for a moment. His nose twitched and a small smile crept across his face.
“Jonny Walker?” Tom laughed. “I didn't think I'd ever see you again, what with the seekers finding you.”
“Crazy story, buddy-”
“Hold that thought.” Tom's right ear perked up, picking up a sound behind him.
“Tommy, who is it?”
“Jon, you should-” Tom started.
“Of all the-.” A young, pretty blonde appeared behind Tom. She peeked over his shoulder and her jaw dropped slightly when she saw Jon. She took a few small steps back, and Jon could see that she was holding her swollen belly.
Above all else, she was a human.
“Oh,” she said. “This is a... friend of yours, Tom?”
Jon glared incredulously at Tom who offered an awkward grin in response.