Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Title: Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Part Eight
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,024
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence, Extended Warnings
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind.
Beta: Read and beta'd by the wonderful lycaness. You guys have her to thank for the lack of a lot of mistakes. However I did write on more of it after she sent it back, so the mistakes are either mine, or if you want you can blame Kira, I always do.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. They go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Now, can they both escape the half-breeds that threaten Jared?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| |Part 8| | Part 9|
He had taken two days but finally, after the hours of insanity, Chris called Jensen back. “I found them, but Jen…” Chris sighs into the phone, “They have to be wanting you there. It was just too damn easy to find them.”
“Where are they?” Jensen growls into the phone, not caring if it’s a trap. He listens as Chris rattles off the address. Jensen doesn’t even tell him bye as he flips his phone closed, and grabs his jacket.
Jensen walks into the building, curious as to why there was no one around. Silently, he makes his way through the building until he comes to a locked door. Picking the lock, it only takes minutes until he walks into the nearly empty room and sees Mike holding Jared to him.
At the sound of the door opening, Jared flinches and tries to hide himself closer to Mike. When he hears Mike exhale the breath he had been holding since the door had began rattling, and feels the tension leave his body, Jared looks up, meeting the eyes of Jensen. In a blur of movement, he lets go of the shirt he had fisted his hands in and runs to Jensen, letting Jensen reassure him with kisses. “It’s okay, Jare,” Jensen whispers to the frightened man between kisses. “I’m going to get you out of here.”
“You just think you are,” a disembodied voice says in the stillness of the room. Jensen glances around and still sees no one but Mike, Jared, and himself, before he realizes what had spoken. Letting go of Jared and pushing him to stand behind him, Jensen moves further into the room, his eyes scanning for something he can’t see.
“You just let yourself be heard,” Jensen growls into the seemingly empty room. “Stop fucking hiding and show yourself.” Jensen’s eyes focus on a point, he sees nothing there, yet he knows that is where the woman stands.
With a blinding flash of light, a short woman, clad in what looks to be light coffee-colored leather, shirt tight across her chest, tied at the sides, pants hugging her hips and flaring at the knees, off-white wings folding slightly behind her with her curly, glittery auburn hair contrasting against the tan tinged feathers, steps out from the epicenter of the golden light. “Have that sixth sense going for you now, Jenny?”
"Eliza?" Jensen asks confused, staring at the angel that’s supposed to be God’s Command.
"The one and only," the lightly tanned woman says looking menacing.
"Who?" Jared asks confused, staring at what appears to be an angel standing mere feet in front of him.
"God gave her the name Zerachiel. But she goes by Eliza,” Mike quickly responds to the question, never taking his eyes off of the woman. “She's supposed to be the angel of healing."
"And you're supposed to be the angel of death, Michael," she snidely retorts tilting her head slightly, looking like a curious dog before laughing deeply, throwing her head backwards, giving her an air of insanity.
"I only take those souls God issues me to. What I do on my time is my business," Mike replies, looking at the woman with a hatred that should never been seen on an angel.
“The same can be said about me,” she replies, straighten her posture, like she wasn’t laughing like a deranged hyena seconds before. “And what I want now, is for little Jared here to cease to exist. After all, when he falls, I’ll rise.”
“I-I don’t understand,” Jared stutters, backing away, trying to get to the door.
“You’re powerful, Jared, and when I have the power you process, I’ll be unstoppable,” she replies lightly, taking a few strides forward. “And with the blood of Iehovah’s son, that power will be mine.”
“Like hell,” Jensen hisses, closing his hand into a tight fist, slinging it forward and watching as Eliza’s head snaps to the side, and blood flows from the corner of her mouth.
“Ouch,” Eliza says sarcastically, grinning as she wipes away the blood with the back of her hand. With a bitter laugh she moves her hand swiftly, and Jared blinks, not ever seeing her make contact with Jensen, but watching none the less as he goes flying backwards, colliding with the dry wall, and sinking slowly to the floor.
“Mi-Mike?” Jared beckons turning towards his friend, fear flowing over the one syllable.
With despair in his eyes he shakes his head. “I can’t intervene.” Jared watches as his once protector fades leaving only Eliza, an unconscious Jensen, and himself alone in the room.
“Now to finish you,” she says towards Jensen as she pulls a handgun from the small of back. At the look of disbelief on Jensen’s face she shrugs, the handgun tilting a little in her one handed grip, “What? I enjoy using mans own devices against him.”
Jared looks down at Jensen who stares back at him. “Love you, Jared,” Jensen softly tells him, his voice betraying how scared he is to be leaving the taller man. Jensen knows he can’t move fast enough to save himself or Jared, the acceptance of his fate echoing silently throughout the room.
Jared turns his head and watches as Eliza smiles, her finger gently pulling the trigger back. In a moment of bravery that Jared never thought he had, he jumps in front of the deranged angel just as she pulls the trigger.
What happens next is perceived slowly by Jared’s eyes, everything blurring together. He feels the sting as the bullet pulls at his chest, contorting his body as he hits the hard cement floor. He hears the screams of Eliza as she realizes what she had done, knowing she can never take his power now. As the blood rushes from his body, trickling down his chest from the small hole, he sees Jensen leaning over him. All other senses dissipate as he watches the tears flowing from the older man’s eyes as his mouth moves silently telling Jared he loves him. Finally, Jared sees nothing. The black enfolding from the edges of his vision as his chest rises for the last time, taking in his last breath.
Part Eight
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,024
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence, Extended Warnings
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind.
Beta: Read and beta'd by the wonderful lycaness. You guys have her to thank for the lack of a lot of mistakes. However I did write on more of it after she sent it back, so the mistakes are either mine, or if you want you can blame Kira, I always do.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. They go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Now, can they both escape the half-breeds that threaten Jared?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| |Part 8| | Part 9|
He had taken two days but finally, after the hours of insanity, Chris called Jensen back. “I found them, but Jen…” Chris sighs into the phone, “They have to be wanting you there. It was just too damn easy to find them.”
“Where are they?” Jensen growls into the phone, not caring if it’s a trap. He listens as Chris rattles off the address. Jensen doesn’t even tell him bye as he flips his phone closed, and grabs his jacket.
Jensen walks into the building, curious as to why there was no one around. Silently, he makes his way through the building until he comes to a locked door. Picking the lock, it only takes minutes until he walks into the nearly empty room and sees Mike holding Jared to him.
At the sound of the door opening, Jared flinches and tries to hide himself closer to Mike. When he hears Mike exhale the breath he had been holding since the door had began rattling, and feels the tension leave his body, Jared looks up, meeting the eyes of Jensen. In a blur of movement, he lets go of the shirt he had fisted his hands in and runs to Jensen, letting Jensen reassure him with kisses. “It’s okay, Jare,” Jensen whispers to the frightened man between kisses. “I’m going to get you out of here.”
“You just think you are,” a disembodied voice says in the stillness of the room. Jensen glances around and still sees no one but Mike, Jared, and himself, before he realizes what had spoken. Letting go of Jared and pushing him to stand behind him, Jensen moves further into the room, his eyes scanning for something he can’t see.
“You just let yourself be heard,” Jensen growls into the seemingly empty room. “Stop fucking hiding and show yourself.” Jensen’s eyes focus on a point, he sees nothing there, yet he knows that is where the woman stands.
With a blinding flash of light, a short woman, clad in what looks to be light coffee-colored leather, shirt tight across her chest, tied at the sides, pants hugging her hips and flaring at the knees, off-white wings folding slightly behind her with her curly, glittery auburn hair contrasting against the tan tinged feathers, steps out from the epicenter of the golden light. “Have that sixth sense going for you now, Jenny?”
"Eliza?" Jensen asks confused, staring at the angel that’s supposed to be God’s Command.
"The one and only," the lightly tanned woman says looking menacing.
"Who?" Jared asks confused, staring at what appears to be an angel standing mere feet in front of him.
"God gave her the name Zerachiel. But she goes by Eliza,” Mike quickly responds to the question, never taking his eyes off of the woman. “She's supposed to be the angel of healing."
"And you're supposed to be the angel of death, Michael," she snidely retorts tilting her head slightly, looking like a curious dog before laughing deeply, throwing her head backwards, giving her an air of insanity.
"I only take those souls God issues me to. What I do on my time is my business," Mike replies, looking at the woman with a hatred that should never been seen on an angel.
“The same can be said about me,” she replies, straighten her posture, like she wasn’t laughing like a deranged hyena seconds before. “And what I want now, is for little Jared here to cease to exist. After all, when he falls, I’ll rise.”
“I-I don’t understand,” Jared stutters, backing away, trying to get to the door.
“You’re powerful, Jared, and when I have the power you process, I’ll be unstoppable,” she replies lightly, taking a few strides forward. “And with the blood of Iehovah’s son, that power will be mine.”
“Like hell,” Jensen hisses, closing his hand into a tight fist, slinging it forward and watching as Eliza’s head snaps to the side, and blood flows from the corner of her mouth.
“Ouch,” Eliza says sarcastically, grinning as she wipes away the blood with the back of her hand. With a bitter laugh she moves her hand swiftly, and Jared blinks, not ever seeing her make contact with Jensen, but watching none the less as he goes flying backwards, colliding with the dry wall, and sinking slowly to the floor.
“Mi-Mike?” Jared beckons turning towards his friend, fear flowing over the one syllable.
With despair in his eyes he shakes his head. “I can’t intervene.” Jared watches as his once protector fades leaving only Eliza, an unconscious Jensen, and himself alone in the room.
“Now to finish you,” she says towards Jensen as she pulls a handgun from the small of back. At the look of disbelief on Jensen’s face she shrugs, the handgun tilting a little in her one handed grip, “What? I enjoy using mans own devices against him.”
Jared looks down at Jensen who stares back at him. “Love you, Jared,” Jensen softly tells him, his voice betraying how scared he is to be leaving the taller man. Jensen knows he can’t move fast enough to save himself or Jared, the acceptance of his fate echoing silently throughout the room.
Jared turns his head and watches as Eliza smiles, her finger gently pulling the trigger back. In a moment of bravery that Jared never thought he had, he jumps in front of the deranged angel just as she pulls the trigger.
What happens next is perceived slowly by Jared’s eyes, everything blurring together. He feels the sting as the bullet pulls at his chest, contorting his body as he hits the hard cement floor. He hears the screams of Eliza as she realizes what she had done, knowing she can never take his power now. As the blood rushes from his body, trickling down his chest from the small hole, he sees Jensen leaning over him. All other senses dissipate as he watches the tears flowing from the older man’s eyes as his mouth moves silently telling Jared he loves him. Finally, Jared sees nothing. The black enfolding from the edges of his vision as his chest rises for the last time, taking in his last breath.