J2 Fic: Silver Bullet Part 2/?
Title: Silver Bullet
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,401
Warning/spoilers: vampires, explicit violence, sexual situations, dub-con
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: After celebrating his greatest victory of putting away the biggest mob boss of the city in prison, Police Detective Jensen Ackles gets shot in the head. He awakens from his 5 years in a coma to a completely changed world where humans are at the bottom of the food chain. And Jensen unfortunately attracts the attention of the most powerful predator of them all, Vampires. Story has been beta’d by the phenomenal oldbatj.
Part 2
The warm soft cushion of the pillow lay against Jensen’s cheek. His naked stomach sank deeper into the plush mattress. Icy fingertips teasingly caressed the back of his thighs, tugging his boxes lower while a trail of cold, wet, kisses were pressed against his lower back moving slowly up to his neck. He unwillingly moaned at the delicious sensations that were playing havoc within his body.
“Jensen,” he hears, with his heart racing inside his chest. He buried his face further into the pillow, refusing to acknowledge the familiar sexy, masculine voice that growled closely in his ear. But he couldn’t escape the talented hands that suddenly whipped his boxes away from his legs, nor the fingers that began massaging his ass cheeks, rubbing closer to his aching hole. His shoulders tensed in anticipation while his stomach twisted with fear and a thrill of excitement.
Cold lips pressed against his neck, sucking and nuzzling at the flesh. He could feel his cock harden against his body, already stiff and leaking pre-come. He dug his fingers into the pillow, pushing his flushed shameful face firmly into the fabric, still trying to deny the presence of the man behind him.
“Jensen, who do you belong to?” the voice adamantly asked him.
But Jensen shook his head, refusing to answer. He sensed the anger from the man, tensing his body for an attack. However the man continued to gently caress his body, sucking and licking his neck until Jensen leaned toward the seductive touch, arching his body closer to the powerful man that was holding him captive.
He then felt a massive hand wrapping around his dick while another blunt finger teasingly pressed against his hole. The shock of the finger pushing into his channel snapped him into action. He tried to scramble away but his struggles were useless against the man’s overwhelming strength. Panic seized him as he continued to twist and jerk, unwilling to surrender.
“Jensen. Be calm. You will always be safe in my arms.”
Somehow the words invoked calmness within Jensen. He knew instinctively that the man would never hurt or lie to him. He stilled his movements, laying quietly on his stomach as the man continue to pet him while raining kisses against his neck and shoulders. Jensen still had his face hidden in the pillow.
With the prolonged touching, Jensen’s arousal returned. The man began to stroke his cock, rubbing at the mushroom head. Jensen’s breathing increased as he began to thrust against the hand holding his dick. With each thrust, he inadvertently pressed his ass against the man’s hard cock. He could hear the man’s growls behind him as he increased his rhythm, thrusting harder as he chased his orgasm. The man adjusted his grip, tightening his fist and jerking Jensen off faster.
Jensen was consumed with desire. Between his wanton mewling he cried out “Jared.” Ropes of white come coated the mattress and his belly, even covering the vampire’s hand. He slumped forward onto the bed, lying against the cooling semen on his belly and on the blue soiled sheet. He then became aware of the sharp press of fangs against his throat.
“Jared….” he shakily whispered before the sharp bite of fangs sank into his throat. Pain replaced euphoria as he uselessly struggled against the vampire’s powerful embrace.
“Jared!” he cried out, snapping wide awake, jerking upright on the bed. Jensen’s eyes immediately scanned his empty bedroom, noting the darkness of the hour. With his heart racing in his chest, adrenaline pumping in his veins, he realized that he had been dreaming. He staggered to the bathroom, his thin gray t-shirt sweat-soaked and clinging to his body.
He turned on the bathroom light, bending over the sink. He twisted the faucets to release the water to dash over his warm flushed face. He reached for a towel to wipe his face, glancing up at the mirror. He froze at the startling sight. Earlier in the day, he had cleaned out the bite wound that Jared had given him. It had begun to heal, the bleeding had stopped and the bite had clotted. But now examining it in the dull yellow bathroom light, the bite wound on his neck looked fresh, blood oozing out at the two neat puncture holes.
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He stepped into his old 66th Police Precinct located in the heart of Brooklyn. Nervousness and anxiety twisted in his gut yet he still smiled and strolled confidently to his old desk. He felt the stares and curious looks from new and old colleagues watching his every movement. He hadn’t been this edgy since his days as a rookie cop when he had to prove to everyone that he didn’t earn his detective grade badge based on his last name but rather on his merits and hard work. Eventually his dedication and bull headed approach of never backing down on hard unbreakable cases earn the respect of his fellow officers.
His steps faltered as he approached his desk and noticed that a long-haired brunette man was sitting in his seat, glowering at him.
“Who the fuck is that?” Jensen mumbled as Misha stepped forward to greet him.
“That, my friend, is your body guard, courtesy of your new admirer, Mr. Jared Padalecki,” Misha announced to him. He gently tugged Jensen toward the kitchen area elbowing the dark blond when he tried to resist.
“I need to give you a little essential background on your new protector before you accidently get your face ripped off,” Misha hissed at his partner.
“What, he’s a vampire too?” Jensen griped, grabbing a cup of coffee.
“No, idiot! His name is Christian Kane. He’s one of the head honchos in JPAD division. For him to do a babysitting job is beneath him. In fact it’s beneath anyone in that organization. You must have made quite an impression on the Dark Prince.”
“Don’t call him that. Call Padalecki what he is, a blood sucker.”
“Would you quiet down?! There are ears everywhere. You can’t go around saying those types of statements without expecting to receive harsh consequences. But let’s focus on the matter at hand… Chris Kane.”
“What about him? The hippie with the long hair?”
Misha rolled his eyes heavenward at Jensen’s words before replying, “I shouldn’t have been surprised that you got yourself in trouble as soon as you left the Center.”
“Hey!”
“Listen carefully. Everyone who is the JPAD division has a mixed heritage. Their mothers were humans and their fathers were vampires. Children of these couplings became guards for JPAD authorities. JPAD guards and follow the commands of the Vampire council and the Dark Prince. They are the elite sentinels. They are stronger and faster than us but not as strong as full-blooded vampires. Whatever you do, never call them a ‘half-breed’. They consider that a derogative term.”
“So they are basically guard dogs for the vampires?”
“Oh my God, you’re going to get punched in the face. Repeatedly!” Misha shrieked.
“What? It’s true isn’t it?”
“What part of ‘elite soldiers that will grind you into the ground’ did you not understand? You have to can the attitude. Kane is a prominent member of this society. JPAD guards consider it an honor to be serving their vampire masters. So whatever you do, don’t belittle what they do for a living or what they are!”
“You make it seem like I have no tact….”
“You don’t!”
Jensen glared at Misha before breaking out into grin and replying, “Yeah…. you’re right.”
Misha rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Fucker.”
Jensen chuckled at his disgruntled friend before sauntering back to his desk. His vivid green eyes stared down into icy blue orbs of the soldier sitting in his seat. He thrust his hand out for Chris Kane to shake. He said, “I don’t believe that we have officially met yet. My name is Detective Jensen Ackles. What can I do for you?”
Kane ignored Jensen’s hand and slowly stood up. His eyes insolently roamed over the cop’s body. He sneered, “I am to waste my time watching over a human pet.”
Instead of feeling insulted, Jensen flashed the scowling man a cheeky grin. He snarked, “I know… right? To think the mighty Prince has sent me a ‘shorty’ for protection. I’ll probably end up saving your ass instead.”
A thunderous expression darkened the handsome guard’s face. Before Chris could utter a response, Jensen continued, “If you don’t mind, I really need to start my work.”
“Really? They let a brain damaged human back on the force? They must really be in need of people then,” Kane countered. Jensen jerked back in his chair glaring at the smirking man and rose from his seat angrily.
“You fucking bastard….” Jensen began to say before Misha quickly intervened, stepping directly between the dueling combatants.
The dark haired man smoothly said, “Ackles, the captain wants to see you... Now.”
Jensen glowered at the guard over Misha’s shoulder. He growled, “This is not over.”
Kane retorted, “I’ll be here waiting, pet.”
The dark blond cop snarled and lurched toward Kane. But Misha grabbed his arm and hustled him toward their captain’s office.
“Did Captain Beaver really want to see me or were you making that up?” Jensen asked, yanking his arm away from Misha’s firm gasp.
“You think I would make up a lie to save your pretty face from getting pounded on?” Misha asked, raising his right eyebrow.
“Yes, I do.”
“Then you would be correct. It would be a shame to have such a pretty face getting all smashed up. But surprisingly, the captain does want to see you.”
“What about?”
“I’ll let the captain fill you in.”
“Misha, tell me. Don’t let me walk in there blind, partner.”
Misha stared into Jensen green eyes and found himself relenting. He said, “Fine, but you owe me lunch for two weeks. He wants to talk to you about your shooting. There was never time for an adequate investigation.”
“What the Hell? A cop was gunned down and you weren’t all over it?”
“Right after the shooting, we processed the scene as per procedure. We did everything by the book…. collected evidence, interviewed witnesses. But then the culling happened. Your investigation took a back seat. Afterwards, we were too busy recovering and dealing with the after effects of our new vampire masters. Close to a year after your shooting, I reopened your case. Started to investigate but then I hit a brick wall. Your investigation was deemed closed. Someone high up regarded it as vampire related.”
“I was shot not bit!” Jensen exclaimed in outrage.
“I know. But once a case has been tagged as vampire related, any evidence associated with it gets shipped out to JPAD headquarters. I tried to find out who made the call but I kept getting nothing but red tape. Whoever it was, clearly wants to remain anonymous. The captain is going to tell you to stay out of it. Keep your nose clean for six months and you will be approved for active duty.”
“Bullshit. I’m going to find the fucker that shot me and shove his ass in prison where he will be spending the rest of his life rotting behind bars.”
“Hmm, I’m sure Captain Beaver will be real pleased to hear that.” Misha said sardonically.
“I’m not that dumb. I’ll tell him that I won’t investigate since it’s too personal and that I couldn’t remain objective. Then when he lets down his guard, I’ll start the investigation and get the fucking bastard!”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“You shouldn’t be since you will be the one helping me.”
“What?! Why do I need to be dragged down with you when you get caught, Ackles?”
“We won’t get caught, you pussy. Besides I’m buying you lunch for two weeks so you should shut it.”
“The lunch was for letting you know beforehand!”
“I never agreed so it doesn’t count.”
“You cheap ass!”
“Hey, that’s handsome cheap ass to you.” Jensen said, winking at his partner before slipping into the Captain’s office.
Misha stood outside the closed door blinking. He slowly smiled. Although Jensen drove him mad with frustration, he was glad that his friend was back in his life. A wave of apprehension filled him at the thought of Jensen investigating his own shooting. He remembered the subtle threats he had received when he’d re-started the same investigation. Throughout the whole inquiry he’d felt like he was being watched, his apartment bugged. In the last few days before the case was taken away from him, he had paranoid thoughts of someone following him, monitoring his movements. He shivered at the ominous feelings twisting in his gut. He made a vow to himself. This time he would not fail his partner. This time, he was going to save him.
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“Ackles speaking.”
“Well it’s about bloody time you answer the phone, Jensen! I thought you forgot how to use it,” his adopted brother, Tom, yelled at him through the earpiece. Jensen silently groaned, closing his bright green eyes. He’d spent the last seven hours filling out paperwork on old cold cases as part of his new desk duty. His head was throbbing with a slow building migraine that was directly behind his eyes.
“Tom….”
“Spare me your excuses. I’m don’t have time to hear them. Tonight is Family Dinner night. Don’t even think about missing it. I’m not going to cover for you this time,” Tom angrily barked at him.
“I’ve been distracted….”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. Since you woke up from your coma you’ve barely called. I’ve been covering for you. You’ve been out of Rehab for the past few days and haven’t called me or anyone in the family. You have no excuse for not calling me or Dad since you’ve been out,” Tom railed at him.
Jensen pressed his fingers against his temples, his shoulders slumped with guilt. He quietly whispered, “I’m sorry, Tom.”
“Save your weak apologies for tonight when you have to answer to him. It’s at 7pm sharp at Perla Restaurant.”
“I don’t know if I can make it….”
“This is your family, Jensen...” Tom said with steel in his voice.
“Fine. But I might be late.”
“Be the brother that I know, the one that always comes through in the end. We’ll be waiting for you.” Tom replied and promptly hung up.
The dial tone buzzed loudly in his ear as Jensen rubbed his face with his hand. He dropped the phone handset back onto the cradle and stared blankly at his computer screen. He heard the sounds of his co-workers chatting in the background as his mind drifted to his family. Before he was born, his parents had desperately tried to conceive a child. After years of failed fertility treatments, his parents had given up the hope of having their own biological child. They had adopted a dark-haired blue-eyed boy they named Tom. With his easy-going temperament and smiling adorable face, he quickly became the apple of their eye. Two years later, his mother surprisingly became pregnant with him.
His parents were elated. After years of being childless, they now had two sons. However as the years passed conflict arose between the boys. Tom was jealous and fearful of the easy affection his parents had shown to Jensen. He knew that he was adopted and feared that they would cast him aside now that they had their own child. He had remained distanced from his younger brother, never allowing the bonds of brotherhood to develop between the siblings.
Despite the seven year gulf between him and his brother, Jensen still loved Tom. He was hurt by Tom’s actions, seeing how readily his brother loved his parents but could barely stand to be in the same room with him. As he grew older, he finally understood why Tom had the underlying resentment for him. He grew to accept his brother insecurities, learning to love him despite his brother’s aloof attitude toward him.
The Ackles family had deep ties to the police department. Every man in the family had become a police officer. Tom and Jensen were no different in the family tradition. Tom had excelled in the political aspects of the department, striving towards becoming a future commissioner as their grandfather had been. Their father was currently the police chief and was expected to become the next commissioner after the current one retired. Jensen on the other hand, preferred the police work. He didn’t want the complications of leadership or maneuverings for upward mobility. Instead he preferred to investigate cases and put criminals away in prison. His father always called him the optimist, wanting to see justice done, seeing the world as it could be. He also called Tom the realist, the son that saw the world as it truly was, therefore making the changes that needed to be done.
Jensen knew that his father was closer to Tom. He used to be resentful of their close relationship, acting out to gain his father’s attention. But his behavior only seemed to cause disappointment in his father, making him more bitter and angry, straining their already fragile relationship. His mother would often take him a side, trying to smooth the hurt away. He didn’t realized how much he had relied on her strength until she had passed away. Although it had been months since he’d found out about his mother’s death, he still grieved for her loss.
“You’re not fucking crying are you? How bad can dinner be with the family?” Kane growled at him. He bared his teeth at the annoying man sitting across from him. Jensen had forgotten about the guard’s presence, his gloomy thoughts had consumed him. He silently cursed his luck.
“Fuck off.” He snapped at the man, turning his attention back to the mountain of paperwork on his desk.
“I really wish I could. But apparently our master wants to fuck your ass and I have to keep it in one piece until he does. Now I’m stuck with your company for the time being.”
“You can tell your master to fuck off. Like I’d let him anywhere near my ass...”
“Careful, pet. Know your place.”
“You fucking know your place. Are you not my guard dog? Therefore you have to listen to me?” Jensen snarled, but raised his eyebrow at Chris’s silence.
“Shit, you have to listen to my orders?” Jensen burst out, surprised at the turn of events.
Kane continued to glower at him, hissing, “Within reason. However you have no say when it comes to your safety. For example if I believe you are in danger by sitting at your desk, I have the authority to contain you in a safer environment, like the trunk of your car.”
The wicked grin on Jensen’s face dissolved. His emerald green eyes hardened as he said, “Try me, fucker, and we’ll see who ends up in the trunk.”
The guard remained silent. A promising gleam lit his blue eyes as he continued to observe the human pet that was deemed valuable and irreplaceable by his Lord. For the past several of hours he’d watched the human tirelessly toil over the paperwork. Despite the loud distractions around the office, the pet had completely focused on his task, ignoring the chaos around him.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he heard the human weakling mumble. He chose to ignore the baiting words and continue to watch the beautiful damaged man. He knew that Jensen didn’t realize that within hours of his fateful meeting with their Lord, his entire background had been examined and inspected. He had also gained the attention of hordes of vampires that obsessively followed their Prince’s every whim. He had unknowingly become a highly desirable toy that different vampire fractions wanted to acquire in order to gain influence with their master. It was Chris’s duty to watch and protect the Prince’s property until he grew bored and discarded the human. Yet Chris had a gut feeling that Jensen wasn’t going to be a temporary fascination for the Prince.
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“Are you seriously following me into Perla? Don’t you have something better to do then creepily watch me eat with my family?” Jensen complained to the guard as they walked into the lobby of the restaurant.
The long-haired sentinel continued to ignore the irate cop while scanning the area for potential threats. His hands tightened into fists when he noticed the two strangers approaching them.
“Shit,” Chris quietly uttered drawing Jensen’s attention to the people. The cop followed Chris’s intense stare to the couple that was ambling toward them. A beautiful dark-haired woman in a skintight red dress smiled at him with a sultry expression in her brown eyes. Her tall blond-haired companion hovered close to her, placing a possessive hand on her back. She leaned forward and extended her slim hand toward Jensen.
“For once the rumors are true, you are as handsome as they say. Give me your hand so I can taste your blood in greeting, my pet.” She purred at him.
Chris stood stone still. His body vibrated with tension. Despite his years in service, he had never gone up against the direct orders of another vampire elder. He had a sworn duty to follow the commands of his Prince but he didn’t know if he could resist the power of a vampire ancient that stood before him. He feared for the human that was about to fall on his knees and obey her every wish. Instead he was flabbergasted at the cop’s reaction.
Jensen lifted his right eyebrow at the woman and replied, “Sorry to disappoint you, Sweetheart, but I’m not interested in women that are older than my great grandparents. I was never into that kind of fetish.”
The seductive look on her face immediately twisted into an ugly, furious expression, marring her beauty. She snarled out, “How dare you speak to me that way, cockroach. I will have you bleed and cry for mercy. Come here now!”
“Honey, you can have me start crying right now if you keep talking to me. Your breath can kill the dead. Wait…..is your bad breath part of you being a dead walking corpse? Because it’s kinda’ making sense to me now...” Jensen said. He flashed a wicked grin when he heard the vampire outraged hissed. Fangs immediately extended from her red-coated lips.
“Genevieve, please forgive this insolent pet. He does not yet know the proper protocols, but he will be taught soon. He has the full protection of our Prince.” Chris hastily said, walking directly in front of the cop, putting himself between the cop and the hissing, enraged predator.
“He needs to learn some manners and know his place. I still mean to taste his blood, as it is my right. I see no claim of the Prince on him.”
“You have my word,” Chris countered, bowing his head in deference.
“Your word means nothing to me, dog. Step aside or suffer the consequences,” she scowled at him.
“My Lady, forgive me. I cannot oblige.” Chris said, readying himself for an attack.
“Alexander, rip this half-breed apart!” Genevieve ordered. With lightning fast movement, the blond vampire grabbed Chris’s throat, lifting the guard three feet in the air.
During the heated exchange, all three of them had forgotten about Jensen. He stood to the side and silently pulled out his Glock. He aimed the gun at Alexander’s face, while keeping his eyes on the female vampire. He dryly stated, “I must be psychic or something. Drop the ‘shorty’, Fang-face… or I will shoot. This is your first and only warning.”
All three supernatural creatures turned and looked at him with identical shocked expressions on their faces. Chris felt the pangs of grudging respect toward the human as he slowly lost consciousness due to the firm grip of the vampire had on his throat, steadily cutting off his oxygen supply. He knew that they were in a no-win situation but had to admire the tenacity and bravura the human was displaying.
Raw hatred and loathing filled Genevieve’s pale, beautiful face as it twisted into an inhuman mask. She gave an animalistic roar and launched herself at the cop, her white, sharp fangs directly aiming for his neck.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jensen replied before rapid-firing three consecutive bullets into Alexander’s right shoulder. The blond vampire gave an otherworldly scream before dropping Chris and falling backwards from the force of the bullets ripping into his flesh. At time same time he was shooting, Jensen grabbed the medium size knife he always carried on his body and slashed the razor sharp blade across Genevieve’s face. The female vampire bawled in agony, covering her face. Crimson blood and smoke gushed out of her lacerated skin through her fingers, spilling onto the floor.
Alexander made an attempt to get up from his slumped position on the ground to help his companion. Jensen quickly pumped two more bullets into each of his kneecaps, paralyzing the vampire.
“If you keep moving, I’m going to chop half your head off. You’ll still live but I bet the healing process will hurt like a bitch. Stay down.” Jensen snarled at the bleeding shell-shocked male vampire. He watched Genevieve crying and stumbling around. He walked swiftly behind her and dodged her attacks when she suddenly spun around and tried to grab him.
“I’ll fucking kill you, human. I’ll destroy everyone you…..” Genevieve began to snarl before Jensen clocked her dead in the face with his right fist. She dropped to the ground in an unconscious heap.
“I never understood why the bad guys like to talk so much. Don’t they know that it just gives me more time and opportunity to take them out?” Jensen muttered as he made his way toward the coughing, slumped form of the guard.
“You okay there, buddy?” Jensen asked Chris.
The long-haired soldier glared up at the cop. He exclaimed, “What have you done?!”
“Save your ungrateful life.” Jensen replied, retracting his hand after the grumbling, ungrateful attitude of the guard.
“No. You’ve doomed us!” Chris retorted angrily. His blue eyes held fear when he glanced over at the bleeding, broken bodies of the vampires sprawled several feet away from him.
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“Explain to me again why we are in handcuffs when the fang-faced blood suckers were the ones that had attacked us again?” Jensen asked the JPAD officer that was hatefully glaring down at him.
“You dared attack a Vampire elder! A lowly human. You should be whipped for the impudence you have shown,” the man growled down at him.
“I’d like to see you try. Bet I’ll have you on your ass faster than you can say ‘balls’.” Jensen cheekily replied becoming more amused at the officer’s fury.
“Must you annoy everyone? You are already bruised up from the earlier scuffle with the guards. All you had to do was calmly turn yourself over. But you had to resist and now you look like shit!” Chris grumbled beside him. The bodyguard was also handcuffed and sat next to the dark blond cop.
“Why the Hell did I need to turn myself in?! The fucking blood-suckers attacked us first.”
“Genevieve is a vampire elder. She can do anything she wants. Comes with the perks of being one of the ancients. When you raise a hand at her, that’s pretty much a death sentence. Luckily for you, you’re under our Prince’s protection so you won’t die a horrible death. Pity.”
“Gee… thanks,” Jensen mumbled.
“What I don’t understand is that our Prince did not give you a claiming. This could have all been avoided if he had given you one.”
“Oh… you mean that stupid collar?”
“Are you telling me that you had the claiming all this time but refused to wear it?!” Chris growled, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up in fury at the supreme stupidity of this human.
“I’m not wearing a fucking collar. I’m not a friggin’ pet.” Jensen replied with cold determination in his voice.
“It is a privilege that our Prince has bestowed his mark upon you, his claim. Many would have killed you for this honor and you stupidly toss it aside. If you were not under the direct protection of my master, I would kill you myself!” Chris snarled.
“I’ll like to see you try. Since I was the one that saved your short ass like I predicted.” Jensen retorted, unimpressed with Chris’s threats.
Chris bared his teeth, trying to push down the bubbling rage. Any respect he felt toward the human had quickly disappeared in the face of the man’s arrogance and stupidity. Before he could berate the fool he felt the towering powerful presence of his master. His eyes quickly surveyed Jensen’s bruised face and he paled in panic and horror.
Soon after the violent confrontation with the vampires, a team of JPAD had been deployed to the restaurant. They immediately took him and Jensen into custody. Jensen, being a surly, stubborn bastard, had refused their authority and resisted, which prompted the guards to violently manhandle him into chains. This was their typical protocol despite Chris’s very vocal insistence that Jensen was under the direct protection of the Prince. The sentinels did not believe Chris, even though he was their superior, because Jensen lacked any sign of the dark Lord’s claiming on his person.
Jensen wetted his bruised and bleeding lips, noticing that the room had strangely become deadly quiet. The four men of the JPAD division immediately stood to attention as the handsome, powerful Jared Padalecki strode quickly into the room with another beautiful brown-haired woman clinging to his arm.
“He must have a type,” Jensen muttered to himself as he watched the powerful vampire listening to the lead JPAD guard giving a brief summary of the attack. His breath caught in his throat when he felt Jared’s multi-colored eyes directed at him.
“What the fuck happened to his face?!” Jared roared to the stuttering man before him.
“I….. sorry…..he was resisting. We didn’t know he was under your protection, my Lord. He didn’t have a claiming,” the whimpering man stammered as he immediately dropped down to his knees.
Without hesitation, Jared reached down and snapped the man’s neck with a flick of his wrist. With his eyes becoming a supernatural light blue, he thrust his hands into the chest cavities of the two guards that were standing directly in front of him, tearing out their spines through the gaping holes his hands had made. Blood and organs spilled out of their bodies, slopping onto the floor. The fourth man stood paralyzed in terror, watching his comrades dying gruesomely by his feet.
“Anyone that mars his flesh will die.” Jared coldly stated before grabbing the last remaining guard’s head and ripping it from his neck. He then tossed the head a few feet away, barely paying attention as the decapitated body slumped to the blood-slicked floor.
With blood spatters covering his face, hands, and suit, the Dark Prince made his way toward his pet. He reached down and gently caressed the bruises on Jensen’s face. The cop was too shell-shocked to respond to the gentle petting. His mind was still consumed by the bloody carnage that Jared had wrought in his name. He suddenly felt Jared’s fingers tightening on his neck, as the vampire turned his sore damaged face upwards. Angry multi-colored eyes glared down into his green dazed orbs.
“Why are you not wearing your claiming?” Jared dangerously demanded of him.
Damn, this is not going to end well, Jensen thought frantically. He had no idea how to respond, his thoughts still in turmoil at the easy violence that Jared had shown. But he knew he had to come up with a good answer or he might not survive the next couple of minutes. Jared drew him closer to his powerful body and Jensen looked up at the handsome, angry face.
“I’m not a fucking pet. The only way I’m going to wear that collar is if you put it on me, Asshole.” Jensen snapped. He immediately paled at his own words. He had meant to plead with the towering predator in front of him but instead he had ignited the wild inhuman beast that trapped him in his arms.
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Author’s Note 1: I said it before and I’ll say it again, I have the best beta a struggling self-doubting writer can ever ask for! Thank you so much, oldbatj! You truly are a dear friend, along with being an amazing writer to boot!
Author’s Note 2: When I picture ‘Tom’ in this story, I picture Tom Welling if you haven’t guessed it. And ‘Alexander’ is Alexander Skarsgard.
Author’s Note 3: I realized that the more comments I get, the faster I write! So if you are interested in what happens next, please comment. If not, thanks for reading!!
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,401
Warning/spoilers: vampires, explicit violence, sexual situations, dub-con
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: After celebrating his greatest victory of putting away the biggest mob boss of the city in prison, Police Detective Jensen Ackles gets shot in the head. He awakens from his 5 years in a coma to a completely changed world where humans are at the bottom of the food chain. And Jensen unfortunately attracts the attention of the most powerful predator of them all, Vampires. Story has been beta’d by the phenomenal oldbatj.
Part 2
The warm soft cushion of the pillow lay against Jensen’s cheek. His naked stomach sank deeper into the plush mattress. Icy fingertips teasingly caressed the back of his thighs, tugging his boxes lower while a trail of cold, wet, kisses were pressed against his lower back moving slowly up to his neck. He unwillingly moaned at the delicious sensations that were playing havoc within his body.
“Jensen,” he hears, with his heart racing inside his chest. He buried his face further into the pillow, refusing to acknowledge the familiar sexy, masculine voice that growled closely in his ear. But he couldn’t escape the talented hands that suddenly whipped his boxes away from his legs, nor the fingers that began massaging his ass cheeks, rubbing closer to his aching hole. His shoulders tensed in anticipation while his stomach twisted with fear and a thrill of excitement.
Cold lips pressed against his neck, sucking and nuzzling at the flesh. He could feel his cock harden against his body, already stiff and leaking pre-come. He dug his fingers into the pillow, pushing his flushed shameful face firmly into the fabric, still trying to deny the presence of the man behind him.
“Jensen, who do you belong to?” the voice adamantly asked him.
But Jensen shook his head, refusing to answer. He sensed the anger from the man, tensing his body for an attack. However the man continued to gently caress his body, sucking and licking his neck until Jensen leaned toward the seductive touch, arching his body closer to the powerful man that was holding him captive.
He then felt a massive hand wrapping around his dick while another blunt finger teasingly pressed against his hole. The shock of the finger pushing into his channel snapped him into action. He tried to scramble away but his struggles were useless against the man’s overwhelming strength. Panic seized him as he continued to twist and jerk, unwilling to surrender.
“Jensen. Be calm. You will always be safe in my arms.”
Somehow the words invoked calmness within Jensen. He knew instinctively that the man would never hurt or lie to him. He stilled his movements, laying quietly on his stomach as the man continue to pet him while raining kisses against his neck and shoulders. Jensen still had his face hidden in the pillow.
With the prolonged touching, Jensen’s arousal returned. The man began to stroke his cock, rubbing at the mushroom head. Jensen’s breathing increased as he began to thrust against the hand holding his dick. With each thrust, he inadvertently pressed his ass against the man’s hard cock. He could hear the man’s growls behind him as he increased his rhythm, thrusting harder as he chased his orgasm. The man adjusted his grip, tightening his fist and jerking Jensen off faster.
Jensen was consumed with desire. Between his wanton mewling he cried out “Jared.” Ropes of white come coated the mattress and his belly, even covering the vampire’s hand. He slumped forward onto the bed, lying against the cooling semen on his belly and on the blue soiled sheet. He then became aware of the sharp press of fangs against his throat.
“Jared….” he shakily whispered before the sharp bite of fangs sank into his throat. Pain replaced euphoria as he uselessly struggled against the vampire’s powerful embrace.
“Jared!” he cried out, snapping wide awake, jerking upright on the bed. Jensen’s eyes immediately scanned his empty bedroom, noting the darkness of the hour. With his heart racing in his chest, adrenaline pumping in his veins, he realized that he had been dreaming. He staggered to the bathroom, his thin gray t-shirt sweat-soaked and clinging to his body.
He turned on the bathroom light, bending over the sink. He twisted the faucets to release the water to dash over his warm flushed face. He reached for a towel to wipe his face, glancing up at the mirror. He froze at the startling sight. Earlier in the day, he had cleaned out the bite wound that Jared had given him. It had begun to heal, the bleeding had stopped and the bite had clotted. But now examining it in the dull yellow bathroom light, the bite wound on his neck looked fresh, blood oozing out at the two neat puncture holes.
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He stepped into his old 66th Police Precinct located in the heart of Brooklyn. Nervousness and anxiety twisted in his gut yet he still smiled and strolled confidently to his old desk. He felt the stares and curious looks from new and old colleagues watching his every movement. He hadn’t been this edgy since his days as a rookie cop when he had to prove to everyone that he didn’t earn his detective grade badge based on his last name but rather on his merits and hard work. Eventually his dedication and bull headed approach of never backing down on hard unbreakable cases earn the respect of his fellow officers.
His steps faltered as he approached his desk and noticed that a long-haired brunette man was sitting in his seat, glowering at him.
“Who the fuck is that?” Jensen mumbled as Misha stepped forward to greet him.
“That, my friend, is your body guard, courtesy of your new admirer, Mr. Jared Padalecki,” Misha announced to him. He gently tugged Jensen toward the kitchen area elbowing the dark blond when he tried to resist.
“I need to give you a little essential background on your new protector before you accidently get your face ripped off,” Misha hissed at his partner.
“What, he’s a vampire too?” Jensen griped, grabbing a cup of coffee.
“No, idiot! His name is Christian Kane. He’s one of the head honchos in JPAD division. For him to do a babysitting job is beneath him. In fact it’s beneath anyone in that organization. You must have made quite an impression on the Dark Prince.”
“Don’t call him that. Call Padalecki what he is, a blood sucker.”
“Would you quiet down?! There are ears everywhere. You can’t go around saying those types of statements without expecting to receive harsh consequences. But let’s focus on the matter at hand… Chris Kane.”
“What about him? The hippie with the long hair?”
Misha rolled his eyes heavenward at Jensen’s words before replying, “I shouldn’t have been surprised that you got yourself in trouble as soon as you left the Center.”
“Hey!”
“Listen carefully. Everyone who is the JPAD division has a mixed heritage. Their mothers were humans and their fathers were vampires. Children of these couplings became guards for JPAD authorities. JPAD guards and follow the commands of the Vampire council and the Dark Prince. They are the elite sentinels. They are stronger and faster than us but not as strong as full-blooded vampires. Whatever you do, never call them a ‘half-breed’. They consider that a derogative term.”
“So they are basically guard dogs for the vampires?”
“Oh my God, you’re going to get punched in the face. Repeatedly!” Misha shrieked.
“What? It’s true isn’t it?”
“What part of ‘elite soldiers that will grind you into the ground’ did you not understand? You have to can the attitude. Kane is a prominent member of this society. JPAD guards consider it an honor to be serving their vampire masters. So whatever you do, don’t belittle what they do for a living or what they are!”
“You make it seem like I have no tact….”
“You don’t!”
Jensen glared at Misha before breaking out into grin and replying, “Yeah…. you’re right.”
Misha rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Fucker.”
Jensen chuckled at his disgruntled friend before sauntering back to his desk. His vivid green eyes stared down into icy blue orbs of the soldier sitting in his seat. He thrust his hand out for Chris Kane to shake. He said, “I don’t believe that we have officially met yet. My name is Detective Jensen Ackles. What can I do for you?”
Kane ignored Jensen’s hand and slowly stood up. His eyes insolently roamed over the cop’s body. He sneered, “I am to waste my time watching over a human pet.”
Instead of feeling insulted, Jensen flashed the scowling man a cheeky grin. He snarked, “I know… right? To think the mighty Prince has sent me a ‘shorty’ for protection. I’ll probably end up saving your ass instead.”
A thunderous expression darkened the handsome guard’s face. Before Chris could utter a response, Jensen continued, “If you don’t mind, I really need to start my work.”
“Really? They let a brain damaged human back on the force? They must really be in need of people then,” Kane countered. Jensen jerked back in his chair glaring at the smirking man and rose from his seat angrily.
“You fucking bastard….” Jensen began to say before Misha quickly intervened, stepping directly between the dueling combatants.
The dark haired man smoothly said, “Ackles, the captain wants to see you... Now.”
Jensen glowered at the guard over Misha’s shoulder. He growled, “This is not over.”
Kane retorted, “I’ll be here waiting, pet.”
The dark blond cop snarled and lurched toward Kane. But Misha grabbed his arm and hustled him toward their captain’s office.
“Did Captain Beaver really want to see me or were you making that up?” Jensen asked, yanking his arm away from Misha’s firm gasp.
“You think I would make up a lie to save your pretty face from getting pounded on?” Misha asked, raising his right eyebrow.
“Yes, I do.”
“Then you would be correct. It would be a shame to have such a pretty face getting all smashed up. But surprisingly, the captain does want to see you.”
“What about?”
“I’ll let the captain fill you in.”
“Misha, tell me. Don’t let me walk in there blind, partner.”
Misha stared into Jensen green eyes and found himself relenting. He said, “Fine, but you owe me lunch for two weeks. He wants to talk to you about your shooting. There was never time for an adequate investigation.”
“What the Hell? A cop was gunned down and you weren’t all over it?”
“Right after the shooting, we processed the scene as per procedure. We did everything by the book…. collected evidence, interviewed witnesses. But then the culling happened. Your investigation took a back seat. Afterwards, we were too busy recovering and dealing with the after effects of our new vampire masters. Close to a year after your shooting, I reopened your case. Started to investigate but then I hit a brick wall. Your investigation was deemed closed. Someone high up regarded it as vampire related.”
“I was shot not bit!” Jensen exclaimed in outrage.
“I know. But once a case has been tagged as vampire related, any evidence associated with it gets shipped out to JPAD headquarters. I tried to find out who made the call but I kept getting nothing but red tape. Whoever it was, clearly wants to remain anonymous. The captain is going to tell you to stay out of it. Keep your nose clean for six months and you will be approved for active duty.”
“Bullshit. I’m going to find the fucker that shot me and shove his ass in prison where he will be spending the rest of his life rotting behind bars.”
“Hmm, I’m sure Captain Beaver will be real pleased to hear that.” Misha said sardonically.
“I’m not that dumb. I’ll tell him that I won’t investigate since it’s too personal and that I couldn’t remain objective. Then when he lets down his guard, I’ll start the investigation and get the fucking bastard!”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“You shouldn’t be since you will be the one helping me.”
“What?! Why do I need to be dragged down with you when you get caught, Ackles?”
“We won’t get caught, you pussy. Besides I’m buying you lunch for two weeks so you should shut it.”
“The lunch was for letting you know beforehand!”
“I never agreed so it doesn’t count.”
“You cheap ass!”
“Hey, that’s handsome cheap ass to you.” Jensen said, winking at his partner before slipping into the Captain’s office.
Misha stood outside the closed door blinking. He slowly smiled. Although Jensen drove him mad with frustration, he was glad that his friend was back in his life. A wave of apprehension filled him at the thought of Jensen investigating his own shooting. He remembered the subtle threats he had received when he’d re-started the same investigation. Throughout the whole inquiry he’d felt like he was being watched, his apartment bugged. In the last few days before the case was taken away from him, he had paranoid thoughts of someone following him, monitoring his movements. He shivered at the ominous feelings twisting in his gut. He made a vow to himself. This time he would not fail his partner. This time, he was going to save him.
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“Ackles speaking.”
“Well it’s about bloody time you answer the phone, Jensen! I thought you forgot how to use it,” his adopted brother, Tom, yelled at him through the earpiece. Jensen silently groaned, closing his bright green eyes. He’d spent the last seven hours filling out paperwork on old cold cases as part of his new desk duty. His head was throbbing with a slow building migraine that was directly behind his eyes.
“Tom….”
“Spare me your excuses. I’m don’t have time to hear them. Tonight is Family Dinner night. Don’t even think about missing it. I’m not going to cover for you this time,” Tom angrily barked at him.
“I’ve been distracted….”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. Since you woke up from your coma you’ve barely called. I’ve been covering for you. You’ve been out of Rehab for the past few days and haven’t called me or anyone in the family. You have no excuse for not calling me or Dad since you’ve been out,” Tom railed at him.
Jensen pressed his fingers against his temples, his shoulders slumped with guilt. He quietly whispered, “I’m sorry, Tom.”
“Save your weak apologies for tonight when you have to answer to him. It’s at 7pm sharp at Perla Restaurant.”
“I don’t know if I can make it….”
“This is your family, Jensen...” Tom said with steel in his voice.
“Fine. But I might be late.”
“Be the brother that I know, the one that always comes through in the end. We’ll be waiting for you.” Tom replied and promptly hung up.
The dial tone buzzed loudly in his ear as Jensen rubbed his face with his hand. He dropped the phone handset back onto the cradle and stared blankly at his computer screen. He heard the sounds of his co-workers chatting in the background as his mind drifted to his family. Before he was born, his parents had desperately tried to conceive a child. After years of failed fertility treatments, his parents had given up the hope of having their own biological child. They had adopted a dark-haired blue-eyed boy they named Tom. With his easy-going temperament and smiling adorable face, he quickly became the apple of their eye. Two years later, his mother surprisingly became pregnant with him.
His parents were elated. After years of being childless, they now had two sons. However as the years passed conflict arose between the boys. Tom was jealous and fearful of the easy affection his parents had shown to Jensen. He knew that he was adopted and feared that they would cast him aside now that they had their own child. He had remained distanced from his younger brother, never allowing the bonds of brotherhood to develop between the siblings.
Despite the seven year gulf between him and his brother, Jensen still loved Tom. He was hurt by Tom’s actions, seeing how readily his brother loved his parents but could barely stand to be in the same room with him. As he grew older, he finally understood why Tom had the underlying resentment for him. He grew to accept his brother insecurities, learning to love him despite his brother’s aloof attitude toward him.
The Ackles family had deep ties to the police department. Every man in the family had become a police officer. Tom and Jensen were no different in the family tradition. Tom had excelled in the political aspects of the department, striving towards becoming a future commissioner as their grandfather had been. Their father was currently the police chief and was expected to become the next commissioner after the current one retired. Jensen on the other hand, preferred the police work. He didn’t want the complications of leadership or maneuverings for upward mobility. Instead he preferred to investigate cases and put criminals away in prison. His father always called him the optimist, wanting to see justice done, seeing the world as it could be. He also called Tom the realist, the son that saw the world as it truly was, therefore making the changes that needed to be done.
Jensen knew that his father was closer to Tom. He used to be resentful of their close relationship, acting out to gain his father’s attention. But his behavior only seemed to cause disappointment in his father, making him more bitter and angry, straining their already fragile relationship. His mother would often take him a side, trying to smooth the hurt away. He didn’t realized how much he had relied on her strength until she had passed away. Although it had been months since he’d found out about his mother’s death, he still grieved for her loss.
“You’re not fucking crying are you? How bad can dinner be with the family?” Kane growled at him. He bared his teeth at the annoying man sitting across from him. Jensen had forgotten about the guard’s presence, his gloomy thoughts had consumed him. He silently cursed his luck.
“Fuck off.” He snapped at the man, turning his attention back to the mountain of paperwork on his desk.
“I really wish I could. But apparently our master wants to fuck your ass and I have to keep it in one piece until he does. Now I’m stuck with your company for the time being.”
“You can tell your master to fuck off. Like I’d let him anywhere near my ass...”
“Careful, pet. Know your place.”
“You fucking know your place. Are you not my guard dog? Therefore you have to listen to me?” Jensen snarled, but raised his eyebrow at Chris’s silence.
“Shit, you have to listen to my orders?” Jensen burst out, surprised at the turn of events.
Kane continued to glower at him, hissing, “Within reason. However you have no say when it comes to your safety. For example if I believe you are in danger by sitting at your desk, I have the authority to contain you in a safer environment, like the trunk of your car.”
The wicked grin on Jensen’s face dissolved. His emerald green eyes hardened as he said, “Try me, fucker, and we’ll see who ends up in the trunk.”
The guard remained silent. A promising gleam lit his blue eyes as he continued to observe the human pet that was deemed valuable and irreplaceable by his Lord. For the past several of hours he’d watched the human tirelessly toil over the paperwork. Despite the loud distractions around the office, the pet had completely focused on his task, ignoring the chaos around him.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he heard the human weakling mumble. He chose to ignore the baiting words and continue to watch the beautiful damaged man. He knew that Jensen didn’t realize that within hours of his fateful meeting with their Lord, his entire background had been examined and inspected. He had also gained the attention of hordes of vampires that obsessively followed their Prince’s every whim. He had unknowingly become a highly desirable toy that different vampire fractions wanted to acquire in order to gain influence with their master. It was Chris’s duty to watch and protect the Prince’s property until he grew bored and discarded the human. Yet Chris had a gut feeling that Jensen wasn’t going to be a temporary fascination for the Prince.
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“Are you seriously following me into Perla? Don’t you have something better to do then creepily watch me eat with my family?” Jensen complained to the guard as they walked into the lobby of the restaurant.
The long-haired sentinel continued to ignore the irate cop while scanning the area for potential threats. His hands tightened into fists when he noticed the two strangers approaching them.
“Shit,” Chris quietly uttered drawing Jensen’s attention to the people. The cop followed Chris’s intense stare to the couple that was ambling toward them. A beautiful dark-haired woman in a skintight red dress smiled at him with a sultry expression in her brown eyes. Her tall blond-haired companion hovered close to her, placing a possessive hand on her back. She leaned forward and extended her slim hand toward Jensen.
“For once the rumors are true, you are as handsome as they say. Give me your hand so I can taste your blood in greeting, my pet.” She purred at him.
Chris stood stone still. His body vibrated with tension. Despite his years in service, he had never gone up against the direct orders of another vampire elder. He had a sworn duty to follow the commands of his Prince but he didn’t know if he could resist the power of a vampire ancient that stood before him. He feared for the human that was about to fall on his knees and obey her every wish. Instead he was flabbergasted at the cop’s reaction.
Jensen lifted his right eyebrow at the woman and replied, “Sorry to disappoint you, Sweetheart, but I’m not interested in women that are older than my great grandparents. I was never into that kind of fetish.”
The seductive look on her face immediately twisted into an ugly, furious expression, marring her beauty. She snarled out, “How dare you speak to me that way, cockroach. I will have you bleed and cry for mercy. Come here now!”
“Honey, you can have me start crying right now if you keep talking to me. Your breath can kill the dead. Wait…..is your bad breath part of you being a dead walking corpse? Because it’s kinda’ making sense to me now...” Jensen said. He flashed a wicked grin when he heard the vampire outraged hissed. Fangs immediately extended from her red-coated lips.
“Genevieve, please forgive this insolent pet. He does not yet know the proper protocols, but he will be taught soon. He has the full protection of our Prince.” Chris hastily said, walking directly in front of the cop, putting himself between the cop and the hissing, enraged predator.
“He needs to learn some manners and know his place. I still mean to taste his blood, as it is my right. I see no claim of the Prince on him.”
“You have my word,” Chris countered, bowing his head in deference.
“Your word means nothing to me, dog. Step aside or suffer the consequences,” she scowled at him.
“My Lady, forgive me. I cannot oblige.” Chris said, readying himself for an attack.
“Alexander, rip this half-breed apart!” Genevieve ordered. With lightning fast movement, the blond vampire grabbed Chris’s throat, lifting the guard three feet in the air.
During the heated exchange, all three of them had forgotten about Jensen. He stood to the side and silently pulled out his Glock. He aimed the gun at Alexander’s face, while keeping his eyes on the female vampire. He dryly stated, “I must be psychic or something. Drop the ‘shorty’, Fang-face… or I will shoot. This is your first and only warning.”
All three supernatural creatures turned and looked at him with identical shocked expressions on their faces. Chris felt the pangs of grudging respect toward the human as he slowly lost consciousness due to the firm grip of the vampire had on his throat, steadily cutting off his oxygen supply. He knew that they were in a no-win situation but had to admire the tenacity and bravura the human was displaying.
Raw hatred and loathing filled Genevieve’s pale, beautiful face as it twisted into an inhuman mask. She gave an animalistic roar and launched herself at the cop, her white, sharp fangs directly aiming for his neck.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jensen replied before rapid-firing three consecutive bullets into Alexander’s right shoulder. The blond vampire gave an otherworldly scream before dropping Chris and falling backwards from the force of the bullets ripping into his flesh. At time same time he was shooting, Jensen grabbed the medium size knife he always carried on his body and slashed the razor sharp blade across Genevieve’s face. The female vampire bawled in agony, covering her face. Crimson blood and smoke gushed out of her lacerated skin through her fingers, spilling onto the floor.
Alexander made an attempt to get up from his slumped position on the ground to help his companion. Jensen quickly pumped two more bullets into each of his kneecaps, paralyzing the vampire.
“If you keep moving, I’m going to chop half your head off. You’ll still live but I bet the healing process will hurt like a bitch. Stay down.” Jensen snarled at the bleeding shell-shocked male vampire. He watched Genevieve crying and stumbling around. He walked swiftly behind her and dodged her attacks when she suddenly spun around and tried to grab him.
“I’ll fucking kill you, human. I’ll destroy everyone you…..” Genevieve began to snarl before Jensen clocked her dead in the face with his right fist. She dropped to the ground in an unconscious heap.
“I never understood why the bad guys like to talk so much. Don’t they know that it just gives me more time and opportunity to take them out?” Jensen muttered as he made his way toward the coughing, slumped form of the guard.
“You okay there, buddy?” Jensen asked Chris.
The long-haired soldier glared up at the cop. He exclaimed, “What have you done?!”
“Save your ungrateful life.” Jensen replied, retracting his hand after the grumbling, ungrateful attitude of the guard.
“No. You’ve doomed us!” Chris retorted angrily. His blue eyes held fear when he glanced over at the bleeding, broken bodies of the vampires sprawled several feet away from him.
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“Explain to me again why we are in handcuffs when the fang-faced blood suckers were the ones that had attacked us again?” Jensen asked the JPAD officer that was hatefully glaring down at him.
“You dared attack a Vampire elder! A lowly human. You should be whipped for the impudence you have shown,” the man growled down at him.
“I’d like to see you try. Bet I’ll have you on your ass faster than you can say ‘balls’.” Jensen cheekily replied becoming more amused at the officer’s fury.
“Must you annoy everyone? You are already bruised up from the earlier scuffle with the guards. All you had to do was calmly turn yourself over. But you had to resist and now you look like shit!” Chris grumbled beside him. The bodyguard was also handcuffed and sat next to the dark blond cop.
“Why the Hell did I need to turn myself in?! The fucking blood-suckers attacked us first.”
“Genevieve is a vampire elder. She can do anything she wants. Comes with the perks of being one of the ancients. When you raise a hand at her, that’s pretty much a death sentence. Luckily for you, you’re under our Prince’s protection so you won’t die a horrible death. Pity.”
“Gee… thanks,” Jensen mumbled.
“What I don’t understand is that our Prince did not give you a claiming. This could have all been avoided if he had given you one.”
“Oh… you mean that stupid collar?”
“Are you telling me that you had the claiming all this time but refused to wear it?!” Chris growled, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up in fury at the supreme stupidity of this human.
“I’m not wearing a fucking collar. I’m not a friggin’ pet.” Jensen replied with cold determination in his voice.
“It is a privilege that our Prince has bestowed his mark upon you, his claim. Many would have killed you for this honor and you stupidly toss it aside. If you were not under the direct protection of my master, I would kill you myself!” Chris snarled.
“I’ll like to see you try. Since I was the one that saved your short ass like I predicted.” Jensen retorted, unimpressed with Chris’s threats.
Chris bared his teeth, trying to push down the bubbling rage. Any respect he felt toward the human had quickly disappeared in the face of the man’s arrogance and stupidity. Before he could berate the fool he felt the towering powerful presence of his master. His eyes quickly surveyed Jensen’s bruised face and he paled in panic and horror.
Soon after the violent confrontation with the vampires, a team of JPAD had been deployed to the restaurant. They immediately took him and Jensen into custody. Jensen, being a surly, stubborn bastard, had refused their authority and resisted, which prompted the guards to violently manhandle him into chains. This was their typical protocol despite Chris’s very vocal insistence that Jensen was under the direct protection of the Prince. The sentinels did not believe Chris, even though he was their superior, because Jensen lacked any sign of the dark Lord’s claiming on his person.
Jensen wetted his bruised and bleeding lips, noticing that the room had strangely become deadly quiet. The four men of the JPAD division immediately stood to attention as the handsome, powerful Jared Padalecki strode quickly into the room with another beautiful brown-haired woman clinging to his arm.
“He must have a type,” Jensen muttered to himself as he watched the powerful vampire listening to the lead JPAD guard giving a brief summary of the attack. His breath caught in his throat when he felt Jared’s multi-colored eyes directed at him.
“What the fuck happened to his face?!” Jared roared to the stuttering man before him.
“I….. sorry…..he was resisting. We didn’t know he was under your protection, my Lord. He didn’t have a claiming,” the whimpering man stammered as he immediately dropped down to his knees.
Without hesitation, Jared reached down and snapped the man’s neck with a flick of his wrist. With his eyes becoming a supernatural light blue, he thrust his hands into the chest cavities of the two guards that were standing directly in front of him, tearing out their spines through the gaping holes his hands had made. Blood and organs spilled out of their bodies, slopping onto the floor. The fourth man stood paralyzed in terror, watching his comrades dying gruesomely by his feet.
“Anyone that mars his flesh will die.” Jared coldly stated before grabbing the last remaining guard’s head and ripping it from his neck. He then tossed the head a few feet away, barely paying attention as the decapitated body slumped to the blood-slicked floor.
With blood spatters covering his face, hands, and suit, the Dark Prince made his way toward his pet. He reached down and gently caressed the bruises on Jensen’s face. The cop was too shell-shocked to respond to the gentle petting. His mind was still consumed by the bloody carnage that Jared had wrought in his name. He suddenly felt Jared’s fingers tightening on his neck, as the vampire turned his sore damaged face upwards. Angry multi-colored eyes glared down into his green dazed orbs.
“Why are you not wearing your claiming?” Jared dangerously demanded of him.
Damn, this is not going to end well, Jensen thought frantically. He had no idea how to respond, his thoughts still in turmoil at the easy violence that Jared had shown. But he knew he had to come up with a good answer or he might not survive the next couple of minutes. Jared drew him closer to his powerful body and Jensen looked up at the handsome, angry face.
“I’m not a fucking pet. The only way I’m going to wear that collar is if you put it on me, Asshole.” Jensen snapped. He immediately paled at his own words. He had meant to plead with the towering predator in front of him but instead he had ignited the wild inhuman beast that trapped him in his arms.
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Author’s Note 1: I said it before and I’ll say it again, I have the best beta a struggling self-doubting writer can ever ask for! Thank you so much, oldbatj! You truly are a dear friend, along with being an amazing writer to boot!
Author’s Note 2: When I picture ‘Tom’ in this story, I picture Tom Welling if you haven’t guessed it. And ‘Alexander’ is Alexander Skarsgard.
Author’s Note 3: I realized that the more comments I get, the faster I write! So if you are interested in what happens next, please comment. If not, thanks for reading!!