Take My Life, I'll Hand It To You - Jalex - (16/?)
Title: Take my life, I’ll hand it to you.
Author: Me, CherylMcMinorrr
Pairing: Jalex
Chapter: 16/?
Rating: R
Summary: based on the House of Night series, by P.C and Kristin Cast
Disclaimer:Contains some quotes/lines/ideas belonging to the authors of the original House of Night series. No copyright infringement intended. I don’t own the members of All Time Low or any other band members mentioned. Title is from ‘Poison’ by All Time Low. This hasn’t happened, duh.
A/N: I know I’ve spelled ‘vampire’ as ‘vampyre’ as that’s how it’s spelt in the series this is based on and it didn’t feel right changing it because I love the House of Night books too much.
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A/N: I was so uncomfortable writing this one, sorry if it’s disappointing. This isn't that long, but I've a headache and it's the best I could come up with...
My dream was filled with images of Jack and the weird ghostly face of Max/whoever the ghost like figure had been, before it settled on one image. I was sitting on the wall, pretty much how I had been with Caleb and Gabe. Gabe was still standing on the ground below, going on about something or other, but I couldn’t hear him, instead of was focused on the figure beside me, who rather than being Caleb was Jack. He had a sweet smile on his face, something I hadn’t actually seen on the other boy in real life, and he appeared to be ignoring Gabe as well as I was. We were laughing and he was talking about something when suddenly there air around us changed and the scene seemed to spin. Gabe was gone and instead there was an eerie but light feeling hanging in the air. I looked at Jack for some sign of what had changed and I don’t know what my eyes hit first, the fact that the outline of his mark was no longer the sapphire blue of the vampyre markings, but a red/scarlet colour or the fact that there was the smallest amount of blood trickling from a paper cut on his finger. Blood. My senses were instantly overridden by the scent. My mouth watered. Jack watched me carefully, amused, his eyes glued to mine. He brought his other hand up to cup my face, moving tentatively, testing the waters. My eyes closed at the touch and I instantly leaned into it.
“You want my blood?” He whispered.
I was afraid to speak and break the moment, but I let an “umhm.” sound fall from my mouth. Jack chuckled and shuffled nearer to me bringing his bleeding finger to my lips. My tongue instantly flicked out and ran across it and the sensation that went on in my mouth was amazing. I moaned around his finger as he slipped it into my mouth, I was finding the whole situation weirdly erotic. Jack’s eyes were blown with lust and his mouth was open in an ’o’ shape, as though he was actually enjoying the fact I was drinking from him. He moaned to confirm this and my body instantly reacted to the sound. Fuuuu- ckkk. I pushed his hand from my mouth but kept hold of it, trying to retain some of my self control, but the look of pure want in his eyes refrained me from doing so.
“I want… no… need more.” I panted, I must have sounded so pathetic. He nodded his head quickly, pulling me even closer, so that I was sitting sideways across lap and one of his hands fell onto my thigh, the other keeping a firm hold around my waist. He titled his neck upwards and I instantly knew what he was wanting. I kissed and sucked at his neck until I found the perfect spot to sink my sharp teeth in. The moment I began to lap at the blood, I felt his hand begin to palm me through my jeans and I moaned against the wound on his neck, feeling an intense override of pleasure. I ground my hips down and my name shakily escaped his lips.
“Alex.”
“ALEX!”
I sat bolt upright in a cold sweat, looking around the room casually, trying to calm my heavy breathing as I became familiar with the dorm room. Shit. I stared across the room at my concerned room mate, who’d obviously been trying to get my attention for a while. “Fuck bro, are you okay? You were tossing and turning like no one’s business.” I nodded slightly. “Yeah… Just… Nightmare.” I lied, truth be told I was painfully hard under the covers and I couldn’t help be a little bit disappointed that my wet dream had been ruined. I needed to get off somehow. I was also craving blood so intensely I though I might snap if I didn’t get any. How the fuck was I supposed to go about finding blood to drink? It was strange how I felt like I needed to do something, had to do something, that the thought of really freaked me out. I couldn’t exactly tell Rian I had a craving for the stuff either. It was weird, really weird. Maybe Jack would be able to help me, I guessed that depended on who he was trying to be today. I decided I’d have to attempt to find him, it was the weekend though, so I doubted he’d be awake.
I disregarded how early I’d awoke and decided to go about my Saturday, first a stop to the bathroom was in order. I turned the shower onto cold, needing something to sooth the burning itch inside me. My throat was becoming dry and starting to feel sorer and sorer the more I thought about the craving for blood, it was a lot worse than a thirst that needed to be quenched. I stepped into the shower and began getting down the business, which was actually good at keeping my mind off of the feeling for a while. I wrapped my hand around myself quickly, not in the mood for teasing, the images behind my dream had been good enough at that. I pumped my hand quickly, just wanting the task to be over, the images flashing in my mind were rather disturbing. Basically whatever had happened in my dream was repeating itself but in slightly different ways, the scenario always altered. I came to the thought of drinking Jack’s blood and had to bite my lip to stop from calling out his name.
Coming down from the high was the worst. I leant against the shower wall, attempting to catch my breath back and I couldn’t help but feeling wrong in my skin for thinking about Jack in that way. The longing ache to drink blood also began to re-emerge, a burning longing in the back of my throat that made my muscles ache for the stuff. I couldn’t come to terms with all the emotions and longing flooding through my body and my head killed. I shakily climbed out of the shower, I had to find someone who could help me. I had to get Jack alone and see if he’d be in a good enough mood to hear me out. I hated having to depend on others. Especially ones who I didn’t even want to give the time of day to, although my dreams had seemed to contradict that fact.
I stumbled down the stairs, not expecting to see anyone, and it was practically empty. A few kids sat around one of the TV’s and I was shocked to see Jack and Travis sitting on one of the sofas. Jack was speaking in a rushed but quiet manner to Travis, who appeared to be attempting to take on board everything he was being told and nodding at the appropriate times, although the look in his eye seemed to hold an amount of pity for his friend. The both looked up when I clumsily fell into the room and Travis looked between me and Jack a few times, before forcing Jack to stand up and saying something too quiet for me to catch. Jack nodded and turned to me.
“Eh, Alex we need to talk…”
Author: Me, CherylMcMinorrr
Pairing: Jalex
Chapter: 16/?
Rating: R
Summary: based on the House of Night series, by P.C and Kristin Cast
Disclaimer:Contains some quotes/lines/ideas belonging to the authors of the original House of Night series. No copyright infringement intended. I don’t own the members of All Time Low or any other band members mentioned. Title is from ‘Poison’ by All Time Low. This hasn’t happened, duh.
A/N: I know I’ve spelled ‘vampire’ as ‘vampyre’ as that’s how it’s spelt in the series this is based on and it didn’t feel right changing it because I love the House of Night books too much.
Master list ; Fiction List ; Tumblr
A/N: I was so uncomfortable writing this one, sorry if it’s disappointing. This isn't that long, but I've a headache and it's the best I could come up with...
My dream was filled with images of Jack and the weird ghostly face of Max/whoever the ghost like figure had been, before it settled on one image. I was sitting on the wall, pretty much how I had been with Caleb and Gabe. Gabe was still standing on the ground below, going on about something or other, but I couldn’t hear him, instead of was focused on the figure beside me, who rather than being Caleb was Jack. He had a sweet smile on his face, something I hadn’t actually seen on the other boy in real life, and he appeared to be ignoring Gabe as well as I was. We were laughing and he was talking about something when suddenly there air around us changed and the scene seemed to spin. Gabe was gone and instead there was an eerie but light feeling hanging in the air. I looked at Jack for some sign of what had changed and I don’t know what my eyes hit first, the fact that the outline of his mark was no longer the sapphire blue of the vampyre markings, but a red/scarlet colour or the fact that there was the smallest amount of blood trickling from a paper cut on his finger. Blood. My senses were instantly overridden by the scent. My mouth watered. Jack watched me carefully, amused, his eyes glued to mine. He brought his other hand up to cup my face, moving tentatively, testing the waters. My eyes closed at the touch and I instantly leaned into it.
“You want my blood?” He whispered.
I was afraid to speak and break the moment, but I let an “umhm.” sound fall from my mouth. Jack chuckled and shuffled nearer to me bringing his bleeding finger to my lips. My tongue instantly flicked out and ran across it and the sensation that went on in my mouth was amazing. I moaned around his finger as he slipped it into my mouth, I was finding the whole situation weirdly erotic. Jack’s eyes were blown with lust and his mouth was open in an ’o’ shape, as though he was actually enjoying the fact I was drinking from him. He moaned to confirm this and my body instantly reacted to the sound. Fuuuu- ckkk. I pushed his hand from my mouth but kept hold of it, trying to retain some of my self control, but the look of pure want in his eyes refrained me from doing so.
“I want… no… need more.” I panted, I must have sounded so pathetic. He nodded his head quickly, pulling me even closer, so that I was sitting sideways across lap and one of his hands fell onto my thigh, the other keeping a firm hold around my waist. He titled his neck upwards and I instantly knew what he was wanting. I kissed and sucked at his neck until I found the perfect spot to sink my sharp teeth in. The moment I began to lap at the blood, I felt his hand begin to palm me through my jeans and I moaned against the wound on his neck, feeling an intense override of pleasure. I ground my hips down and my name shakily escaped his lips.
“Alex.”
“ALEX!”
I sat bolt upright in a cold sweat, looking around the room casually, trying to calm my heavy breathing as I became familiar with the dorm room. Shit. I stared across the room at my concerned room mate, who’d obviously been trying to get my attention for a while. “Fuck bro, are you okay? You were tossing and turning like no one’s business.” I nodded slightly. “Yeah… Just… Nightmare.” I lied, truth be told I was painfully hard under the covers and I couldn’t help be a little bit disappointed that my wet dream had been ruined. I needed to get off somehow. I was also craving blood so intensely I though I might snap if I didn’t get any. How the fuck was I supposed to go about finding blood to drink? It was strange how I felt like I needed to do something, had to do something, that the thought of really freaked me out. I couldn’t exactly tell Rian I had a craving for the stuff either. It was weird, really weird. Maybe Jack would be able to help me, I guessed that depended on who he was trying to be today. I decided I’d have to attempt to find him, it was the weekend though, so I doubted he’d be awake.
I disregarded how early I’d awoke and decided to go about my Saturday, first a stop to the bathroom was in order. I turned the shower onto cold, needing something to sooth the burning itch inside me. My throat was becoming dry and starting to feel sorer and sorer the more I thought about the craving for blood, it was a lot worse than a thirst that needed to be quenched. I stepped into the shower and began getting down the business, which was actually good at keeping my mind off of the feeling for a while. I wrapped my hand around myself quickly, not in the mood for teasing, the images behind my dream had been good enough at that. I pumped my hand quickly, just wanting the task to be over, the images flashing in my mind were rather disturbing. Basically whatever had happened in my dream was repeating itself but in slightly different ways, the scenario always altered. I came to the thought of drinking Jack’s blood and had to bite my lip to stop from calling out his name.
Coming down from the high was the worst. I leant against the shower wall, attempting to catch my breath back and I couldn’t help but feeling wrong in my skin for thinking about Jack in that way. The longing ache to drink blood also began to re-emerge, a burning longing in the back of my throat that made my muscles ache for the stuff. I couldn’t come to terms with all the emotions and longing flooding through my body and my head killed. I shakily climbed out of the shower, I had to find someone who could help me. I had to get Jack alone and see if he’d be in a good enough mood to hear me out. I hated having to depend on others. Especially ones who I didn’t even want to give the time of day to, although my dreams had seemed to contradict that fact.
I stumbled down the stairs, not expecting to see anyone, and it was practically empty. A few kids sat around one of the TV’s and I was shocked to see Jack and Travis sitting on one of the sofas. Jack was speaking in a rushed but quiet manner to Travis, who appeared to be attempting to take on board everything he was being told and nodding at the appropriate times, although the look in his eye seemed to hold an amount of pity for his friend. The both looked up when I clumsily fell into the room and Travis looked between me and Jack a few times, before forcing Jack to stand up and saying something too quiet for me to catch. Jack nodded and turned to me.
“Eh, Alex we need to talk…”