Hungry Like The Wolf 01/?
I said I wouldn't do this until I finished of a story at a time, but my muse has struck, and after being inspired by other stories I've read lately, this has come about. Hope you enjoy it, please comment and if you want me to I'll continue it. For anyone even remotely bothered about it I am trying really hard to work on my unfinished projects, but am finding it really, really hard to do so. Please bear with me and I'll do my best to complete them as soon as I can.
Characters; Jensen, Jared, other regulars OMC, OFC of my own design
Warnings; Mentions of abuse/torture, hate crimes?? homophobia
Rating; NC17 to be safe although I find it really hard to actually write a sex scene, so they may be merely hinted at.
Pairing; Jared/Jensen
Disclaimer; A work of pure fiction, with no profit to be made. Although the names of actors/actresses are used this bares no semblence to their lives. No harm or upset intended.
Summary; Vampires, werewolves and humans oh my!! To be honest I'm not exactly sure about the summary. It's basically a tale of angst, love and good conquering over evil, but are the vamps and werewolves the evil ones in the tale? or is it the humans that are to be feared more?
Sometimes Jensen thought that the world he lived in should be a different place. He should be a different person, a person who others looked up to; respected, admired...dare he think cherished?
But the world wasn’t like that, and Jensen wasn’t anyone to be cherished or admired. He was shy, always had been, and always would be. He found it hard to speak to others, could feel his cheeks burn in discomfort when he spoke to people, new and old alike. It wasn’t often that someone new came into their little commune, and when they did, they thought he was aloof, he didn’t make friends easily, in fact he had no friends, which was why he guessed he day dreamed often about a different life.
But he wasn’t owned, not like some other humans his family told him and his brothers and sisters about. The humans out there weren’t exactly slaves, but they weren’t exactly free either. Jensen was what was known as wild he guessed if he had to place a name to it, free, but not living within the laws that governed the land. His family said that they were different than the others, that they were living the laws of God, not man or beast.
He lived with his family out in the country side. Away from the cities and towns, away from where the lycans and the nosferatu lived. They tended to stay where the lights were bright and the humans more inclined to indulge in practices that his family just didn’t approve of. When he was younger, his small school had gone on a trip to a museum in Minnesota. He’d been so excited; to see things, to see how others lived, to maybe see his first sight of the nightwalkers and wolves alike.
But his small school had been pointed to, his clothes mocked by passersby; his father had held his head high, told the children to do so to. To ignore the taunts and jeers; that they would be saved come the day they went into the light. Jensen had hung his head, not wanting to meet the mocking eyes that watched them, and to top it all he hadn’t seen a single vampire or werewolf. His family had taught him what they looked like, the vampires with their pale skin and fangs, their dark eyes burning with lust and darkness. Wolves walking around on hind legs, thinking they were people, until a scent called to them and the person was either mauled beyond recognition, or turned without a choice. What his family had said was that the humans who lived among them were merely fodder, for food, for sex, for anything that the ‘others’ wanted. It had been both terrifying and exciting alike. And by the end of the trip Jensen was exhausted and disappointed he hadn’t seen anything like that. When he’d asked his father the man had merely said that God had protected them by his will alone, and that Jensen should be grateful that such evil couldn’t touch them.
It left Jensen with more questions than answers. He wanted to know this other world, to understand it. How could they truly protect themselves from something they knew nothing of? So he tried to learn. It was hard; he only had use of old books and newspaper articles that seemed to be from years ago. From well before Jensen was born. The only thing that they all seemed to agree on was the fact that vampires and werewolves alike didn’t age, were immortal, and that killing either was nigh on impossible. He wondered if that was how they’d managed to take over. To take positions in government, to make changes that allowed them the freedoms they wanted. But even though the articles went back many years, the earliest dating back to 1889, they all implied that the world had always been this way. And as the only books Jensen was allowed to read were full of warnings against the creatures of darkness or his scriptures Jensen had nothing to compare it to. He’d always been taught that history was Gods’ will, that all things were and always would be the way God willed them. Jensen had once questioned father about this, asking if all things were Gods’ will, then surely God willed that they should live in peace with the vampires and the lycans. His father didn’t seem to agree with such a suggestion, and Jensen had been punished for his question, his father insisting that he was possessed by demons that needed to be driven out. He’d been starved for a month, only allowed water and left in a darkened room. Father had insisted that somehow the vampires and lycans were using him as a tool; that he needed to be secluded away for the safety of the family.
A month later, he was taken into the small square, and even though he had only been 12 at the time he’d been flogged. Twenty lashes to drive the evil out of him. The punishment had nearly killed him. Already weak from lack of food, he’d caught an infection and as a result a high fever. It was a miracle that he survived at all. Father had deemed it being Gods’ will, that he had spared Jensens life and forgiven him. That he was free of the demons controlling him now. Jensen never questioned father again. He decided that it was best to keep his silence, and learn all he could on his own. But the small library the school had was now tapped out of information, he needed to search further, he needed to head into the local town, to read more books, newer articles. But how was he going to do it?
At the age of 17 Jensen was beginning to hate his life, he didn’t feel free, he felt constricted, suffocated, he wanted to see what was out there, in the towns, in the cities, but he needed to know he’d be safe first. What if father had been telling the truth? What if the vampires and werewolves were evil, what if he was evil? He needed to learn more, and for that he needed to leave. Making a decision, he pulled on his wool jacket, put his black felt hat and walked out into the bright afternoon sunshine. One of his many sisters was in the yard hoeing the soil, she smiled when she saw him,
“Good afternoon Jensen, where are you off to?’’, Jensen flushed at the lie he was about to tell his family,
“Well, I thought I’d go by the stream, and draw some, maybe read some scriptures?’’, his sister smiled at him,
“Well you have fun, don’t stay out too long father wanted to speak to you before supper’’, Jensen gulped, his meetings with father never went well, the man scared him, and Jensen knew he shouldn’t be afraid of his own father,
“What about?’’ he stammered out, he fumbled with the handle on his satchel, his nerves getting the better of him, Katie smiled gently, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear,
“I don’t know brother, but he said it was important. You’re coming up to the age of 18 now, nearly a man, perhaps he has found you a wife’’ she giggled slightly, then flushed at her outburst, but seeing the wide eyed look of horror on Jensens face she full out laughed, “It’s not that scary Jensen, it happens to us all. I remember father speaking to me when I was coming of age. Now look at me, I’m happily married to Simon and we’re trying for a family. I can’t wait for you to experience that’’
“Do you...’’ Jensen stopped, not knowing if he really should ask the question that had been plaguing him for many years, Katie tipped her head to the side in inquiry, her blue eyes shining brightly in the afternoon sun,
“Do I?” she asked, Jensen cleared his throat, flushing and shook his head,
“Nothing, never mind, it doesn’t matter’’ he mumbled, dropping the hoe she stepped forward and gently touched his arm. It was quite a bold move to do, married women were not meant to touch anyone who wasn’t their husband, it was so unexpected that he startled and raised his eyes to her,
“Go on, ask your question, its okay?’’ she smiled encouragingly,
“Well, its’ just that.......do you think we should be marrying our brothers and sisters? I mean isn’t that wrong? Don’t our scriptures tell us that incest is a sin?’’
“Where do you get such ideas?” she huffed “Our lives are pure here Jensen, we live by our fathers and Gods word, nothing about that is sinful. Now you put those thoughts out of your mind, I think you should read your scriptures for guidance’’ Jensen frowned but nodded, he gave a slight smile,
“Okay, thanks Katie’’ she smiled softly at him and watched as he left, then frowning herself she turned to her own home, she needed to speak to her husband about this, get his council, if he didn’t know what to do, then father surely would.
Jensen made his way to the town on foot, trying to avoid the main road in case someone from the commune had to go into town. It’s rare that they did, but Jensen didn’t want to take chances, he’s too determined to learn all he can. The town is bright and noisy in a way the commune never is. Cars moving steadily down the road, girls chatting to friends in skirts short enough that Jensen can see their panties, it makes him blush and he looks away quickly. He’s never really wanted to look at the girls, in the commune or out of it. Not that he’s had much chance to see that many girls outside of the commune. The only ones he did see was on the field trip he took to the museum, he’s always preferred to look at boys, at the men in the commune working in the fields, shirts stuck to muscled chests with the sweat of hard work. He’d get a funny stirring in his stomach and lower still. Too embarrassed and ashamed and way too scared to ask what this meant he’s tried to ignore it, but as he’s been getting older the urge to touch himself has grown, especially when he was thinking about John.
John was a boy he went to school with. He had black hair, and dark eyes, skin the same colour as the coffee his mother drank when she’d pour her milk into it. Rich and warm. It made Jensen want to reach out and touch it, kiss it. He knew it was wrong, father often yelled and screamed about the sins of the flesh, how a man loving a man was wrong, that he and God would never accept that, such a sin would be punished by death, where the sinner would then burn in the fiery pits of hell till judgement day. The only kind of love that was good and pure was that between a woman and a man, then they could pro-create. Jensen sometimes thought that why would a God who was all about love hurt or hate anyone who found love, no matter who you chose. But it was all a moot point now anyway, John had been married earlier in the year, and his wife was already with child. They’d never been friends anyway, Jensen was too shy to talk to him, and the other children thought he was weird and left him alone. Sighing he made his way to the library in the hopes that he could maybe get more answers than he’d set out to get.
Walking into the library Jensen is shocked by just how huge the place is. He’s never seen anywhere so big in a long time, not since the museum. A large oak desk is directly in front of him, with wide aisles that lead of from it. There are tables behind the oak desk with various people sat there reading or working on something that Jensen has never seen before. They look like typewriters, but Jensen knows they aren’t even if people are typing away at them. He’s transfixed by them so doesn’t see a tall man approaching him,
“Can I help you with something?’’ a deep voices rumbles. Startled Jensen looked up into bright hazel eyes, that are a beautiful almond shape, he can’t seem to look away from the smile that’s shining out of them, but after what feels like an eternity, and knowing his face is a flaming red, he ducks his head and nods, whispering quietly,
“I’m here to research werewolves and vampires,’’ the stranger tips his chin up to meet his eyes again. His long fingers gently placed under Jensens chin. That’s when Jensen finally gets a look at the guys face. It’s a young face, older than him maybe? He’s not exactly sure, but the wide smile and deep dimples in his cheeks make his heart race,
“Sorry didn’t quite get that, what did you say?’’, blushing furiously Jensen rushes out,
“Iwannalearnaboutvampiresandwerewolves,’’ the man laughs out loud, making Jensen blush further and at the rate he’s going he’s going to be the cause for the ice caps melting, he hates that he’s so shy, and even more alarmingly he can feel his eyes fill with tears, knows he’s being made fun of. It’s just another reason why father doesn’t want them anywhere near ‘the others’. Because this is what happens, they make fun of the commune people. Humiliated Jensen mumbles that it doesn’t matter and turns to leave and hope he can get back to the commune before anyone finds out what a liar he is.
Except now there’s a hand on his shoulder, and it isn’t hurting. If anything it’s tugging him back gently, turning him back around, not wanting this stranger to see his tears or red face he ducks his head,
“Hey, I’m sorry. It’s just...well you’re so shy and well that’s kinda sweet but I never heard anyone put 7 words into one before. I’m sorry if I upset you’’ startled Jensen looked into the hazel eyes again, saw the truth that swam in the depths,
“Okay’’ he stuttered out swallowing down the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach he slowly repeated his request “I wanna learn about vampires and werewolves’’ he paused “please’’ he added, the man smiled,
“Well alright then come this way. You know how to use a computer?’’ Jensen frowned,
“A what?’’
“A computer, you know so you can surf the net? You’ll find lots of information on there’’. At Jensen blank look the man smiled softly and guided him to a secluded corner where there was a desk with a mechanical contraption on it,
“So first things first I’m Jared, it’s nice to meet you’’ he offered a hand that was more like one of the shovels that the men used to dig in the fields, blinking Jensen took it, a warmth spreading up his arm, he smiled shyly, could feel his cheeks flushing again, but the man, Jared just smiled wider at him,
“Jensen’’ he said quietly, Jared grinned, his dimples flashing in his cheeks, eyes sparkling like moonbeams,
“Nice to meet you Jensen, I’m gonna show you how to work a computer, give you a list of the best sites to visit to give you the best information’’
“Thanks.’’
The next couple of hours passed far too quickly for Jensens liking, but Jared sat by his side the whole time, helping him to understand how the computer worked and how to surf the net, where the best sites were to search for his information. Jensen had learnt more about vampires and werewolves in the last 2 hours than he had in his entire 17 years.
“So, you think you’re going to come back again?’’ Jared asked swivelling in his chair. He was smiling softly at Jensen, who returned the soft smile with a faint blush colouring his cheeks. He nodded,
“Yeah, I’d like to, I think I like surfing’’ Jareds’ smile grew wider, Jensen shifted from foot to foot “Will you be here?’’ he asked quietly, Jared nodded his head,
“Oh yeah, am here most days except when I’m at college, but that’s only part time and I’m at night school’’
“Oh...thats good, so I’ll see you again then?’’, Jared nodded emphatically, his long bangs falling in his eyes, Jensen fingers itched to brush them away so he could look into the hazel orbs that had transfixed him, he held back though, his fingers restlessly fumbling with his felt hat,
“You bet you will. I had fun today Jensen, I’m looking forward to seeing you again soon’’ Jensen flushed and smiled brightly,
“I best go, thanks again’’, he placed his hat on his head and set off back to the commune, feeling lighter than he ever had, and he knew it wasn’t from just learning about vampires and werewolves, it had to do with a tall librarian, with almond shaped eyes and a bright happy smile. Smiling to himself he made his way back to the commune.
Jared watched Jensen go, a small smile on his face, his friend came and sat in Jensen vacated seat, Jared had known Chris all his life, had grown up with him, it was Chris who had been there for him through everything, he was Jareds big brother of sorts, the shorter man watched Jareds face, then turned to look the way Jensen had left,
“So who was the blushing bride Jay?’’ he asked, his whiskey rough voice a deep and comforting rumble, Jared grinned,
“Don’t be mean, he’s shy, really shy’’, Chris frowned,
“You know he’s from that commune where that crazy guy preaches about the evils of ‘others’ right? Be careful Jay, I don’t wanna see you get hurt here’’
“He came to learn Chris; he wanted to find out for himself. I think he’s different than they are’’ Chris eyed him, a look of realisation growing on his face,
“Jay man, him? Come on there are plenty of guys in the family that you could choose from, why’s it gotta be him?!”
“What do you mean?’’ he asked frowning, Chris shook his head,
“You got that look man, I know that look. I’ve had that look, you found your beta’’ Jared turned shocked eyes to his friend,
“What? No I haven’t I just...I just.....” he turned to watch the door that Jensen had disappeared through, his face paling “How do you know that I just don’t like him as a friend?’’, Chris shook his head at his friends stubbornness,
“Because Sasquatch, you did nothing but sniff him’’ Jared scowled, crossing his arms over his chest,
“I did not!”
“Oh believe me you did, you should see your eyes right now, I’d be surprised if the next time that boy comes in here you just don’t lay your claim on him right in the middle of the damn floor”. Standing to his full height, he glared down at his friend,
“Well it goes to show what you know Kane, Jen is just a friend is all and I’m trying to help him, that’s all there is to it!”
Turning on his heal he stomped off to finish on the work he’d been distracted from when the green eyed young man had stepped into the library. Chris was wrong; Jensen was a friend and nothing more. Still as he passed where he’d first spoken to the man he got a faint waft of Jensens scent, he smelt of honey, and fresh grass, and Jared couldn’t help thinking that maybe Chris was right, and that Jared was screwed. Because what kind of man from a commune would want to settle down with a werewolf?
Chapter 2