A Night To Remember | Cw/Tw

James had been asked by someone he knew from his older days, if he would be so kind as to help with an event show, where most of the money would go to the museum and a fond for workers in the business of digging and finding treasures from the old ages. The tema of the event, was a clothing line, made together, to look like it was from different time ages, something that James wouldnt say no to both see, but also help with. He was pretty old himself, so of course it was something he would enjoy to watch, since he had lived through some time periods himself. James looked at the many girl readying themself for hair and makeup, while people where coming inside, sitting on the chairs that was made ready for them, with names on. Kristin looked at James for a little while before smiling. " Are you excited to see the show? ". James looked over at her, before smiling a little. " Yeah. It gonna be.. good to see something familiar ". She smiled a little, being that she was quite an old vampire herself, but not like James and not a pureblood. " I´m glad that you could help with the setup. Everything just ran wild all of a sudden ". James nodded slightly, before looking down at his phone, smiling a little while thinking back to the picture he had of Spencer on it. " It´s okay. I didnt really have anything to do.. ". He looked at his phone again, starting to write a message to Spencer but then deleting it... not wanting to disturb him, if he was out working. " Is it your boyfriend? ". He looked at Kristin, and if he could blush he would. " Well.. i hope he endt up being it, but right now i dont know.. i´m trying to keep myself back a little, giving him space ". Kristin laughed a little, before saying. " JAMES KING.. Giving someone space?. Omg you must really love this boy ". James looked a little down, before smiling. " Yeah, i.. i really do ". Kristin gently slapped him on the back, before saying " Well, maybe i will get to meet the man that was able to bring James King into a proper relationship, thats a first ". He laughed a little, before smiling to her when she started to walk away, since the models had to be going out on the catwalk soon.

He stood at the stage, looking a little through the curtain, before looking up, remembering Spencer, before he turned around and walked over to one of the mirrors. He looked into the mirror, making sure that everything was looking like it should, before a familiar scent catched his nose. Kristin came over to him, before saying " James, this is Magistar, the head of security for tonight. So if anythings happen, just talk to him ". She smiled and looked at them both. James looked at Magistar with a rather strained smile, as fake as it could me. He held a hand out, before saying while looking a little away, pretending to not know the man. " James King ". He wasnt going to say ' nice to meet you ' or anything like it. Kristin looked at them, before saying " Oh by the way. James could you take those sample down the basement later?, on the rag down there. We dont need them tonight anyway ". James nodded, before turning his back on Magistar. Kristin smiled before leaving them, looking behind just one more time, finding the whole presentation odd?, but then again.. James had never liked strangers that much.

Mennesker samlede sig på stedet hurtigt. Evan var lidt tidlig på den men selvom han var tidligere var folk allerede klar udenfor. Han bevægede sig imod døren før han nikkede til dørmanden der nikkede tilbage. Sikkerhedsfolkene var hans egne mænd. De havde spurgt Evan’s chef om sikkerhed. Da de mente de originale slags folk ikke var nok. Og hans chef havde bedre mænd. En af hans bedste gruppe ledere var Evan selv. Selvom han var rimelig ung i livet havde han mere erfaring med sikkerhed, jagt og drab end de fleste oldinge. Siden hele hans liv har han brugt på at jagte skurke siden hans far hentede ham i det lukkede fængsel. Han stoppede kort op lige indenfor de store glasdøre som hans mand stod udenfor for at holde folk i orden i en lige linje. På den ene side af døren stod en mand og læste i et blad. Normalt tøj. Men det var en af de specielle krav. Sørg for stedet var sikkert. Men at det ikke føltes sådan. Så hans chef valgte specifikt Evans hold for den situation. Da han ikke havde noget besvær med diskretion… For det meste. Evan rettede på den sorte læderjakke lige i takt med en person kom nærmest løbende hen til ham. En kvinde der så ud til at have travlt.

Det tog ikke lang tid for Evan at se hvem hun var. Han havde mødt hende kort en enkel gang i forbindelse med han skulle tage dette job. ”Ahh Kristin. Hello again. Lovely as usual.” Sagde han og rakte hånden frem for at udføre det klassiske menneskelige skik af et håndtryk. Der gik ikke længe før han hurtigt blev ført videre igennem receptionen og videre ind til scenen. Før han hurtigt så rundt. Igen nogle af hans mænd sad rundt omkring klar til at spille gæster men med skarpladte våben.

Han mærkede hvordan han igen blev ført videre. Og jo tættere på han kom desto bedre kunne han lugte det. Før han stod foran ham. Et klik kom der inde fra Evans hoved kort som kun Evan selv kunne høre. Han følte han havde lyst til enden at smadre ansigtet på ham eller rå snave ham i gulvet. Dog så blev det mere den første da James præsenterede sig som om han slet ikke kendte ham. Dog alligevel Evan var en exceptionel skuespiller så han fakede et smil der måske var lidt for fake til det. Men han rettede hurtigt på det med en rømmen efterfulgt af han tog imod den hånd James rakte ud til ham. ”Evan Knight. Magistar is a kind of a stage name.” Sagde han kort og slap hurtigt James hånd. Før han så smilende på Kristin der så forlod dem. Evan gik langsomt hen ved siden af James mens han begyndte at grine. ”Why not be honest?” Spurgte han kort før han løftede sin hånd og førte den igennem luften med en let fart der derefter førte sig videre hen på James’es røv for at både og klappe ham såvel som at klemme den. ”Well. Someone is keeping fit i feel.” Hviskede han let før han slap igen og vendte sig rundt for så at læne sig op af spejlet.

He could see him approach him in the mirror, how he started to grin, that just turned into a laughter, filling the room with a sound he hadnt heard in ages. When he asked him why he just hadnt been honest to begin with, he looked at Evan, before parting his lips, only to feel the slap against his ass, making him quickly straighten his back, feeling the grib on his ass, before turning around to face Evan head on. " Dont you FUCKING touch me like that. I mean it Evan, this is your last and only warning ". He loathed Evan, more than somebody could understand. There was just something about him that freaked him out, to the point where he had fired him, but also made his men throw him out from his home in France, what had it been since then now?.. twenty years or more now?.

He looked at Evan with a stern gaze, before saying. " I´m taken now, so dont fucking touch me again, i mean it. I will break your face ". He looked into Evan´s eyes with his familiar autumn eyes, golden like caramel, with sprinkles of dark brown spots in them, like sienna red. He walked over to the clothing, before taking it up into his arms. He knew that he had to keep calm for Kristin, but how calm did he have to be, in front of this idiot!?. He looked at Evan with displeasure, before walking over to the stairs and then down, smelling him.. feeling his eyes on him, or maybe it was all something he thought. He walked down them, before turning on the light, to a more urban looking room, with white and grey paint at the walls, slowly falling off, a big soft carpet in the middle, with a puff on top in brown leather, so one could sit in the middle of all the clothing rags, covered in plastik, so the clothes wouldnt get dirty.

He started to place the clothes on the puff, before trying to find some empty plastic bags on the rags for them to be hanged. He was very aware about Evan, remembering how toxic he were.. feeling his hair stand on edge in his neck, how his muscles started to tense. It was like his body knew before he did.

Evan løftede roligt et øjenbryn da James såkaldte advarsel blev sendt imod ham. Og drejede hovedet svagt på siden mens han stadig så undersøgende på ham. Det var som om der et kort sekund ingen var hjemme før en let tunge gled ud og rørte rundt om hans læber. ”I remember that you used to like it when i touched you. Especially that little pretty ass of yours.” Sagde han let før hans øjne svagt fokuserede tilbage på plads og han rettede hovedet op igen. Han havde lige oplevet en gennemlevelse af nogle af de stunder de havde haft sammen. ”I might be wrong and remembering things differently.” Han trak let på skulderen før han drejede hovedet væk fra James for at kigge rundt. Der var så travlt om dem der ikke engang var nogen der bemærkede at James snakkede lettere respektløs til Evan. Hvilket Evan ikke var så glad for. ”Besides. I’ve might grabbed your ass but that’s not a way to talk to the one in charge of your security.” Han vendte langsomt blikket imod ham før hans ansigt langsomt foldede sig til et flabet smil. ”You might just get hurt.” Han vidste det var en trussel han stod med men James skulle ikke tro at han bare uden videre kunne lægge Evan ned med en advarsel. Evan tog ikke godt imod advarsler.

Optaget simpelthen? Han grinte svagt da James sagde det. Før truslen kom. ”You taken? Yeah right wonder how long that will work before you ruin it.” Han vendte blikket væk fra James kort for igen at kigge rundt i rummet. Han vendte sig rundt og lænede sig imod spejlet med siden i stedet. ”We both know that you can’t hold it. I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it. Jimmy stop the roleplay. You’re not that kind of guy.” Sagde han svagt og lagde hovedet ind på spejlet. ”Let’s just have some fun like we used to. I know you want to.” Hviskede han let før han bevægede sig lidt tættere på ham.

Dog før han nåede noget mere bevægede James sig væk fra ham. Han sukkede kort mens han lod sin ryg ramme spejlet bag ham og så undersøgende på hende. Han kunne mærke hvordan vreden gled op i ham i forbindelse med James bare gik fra ham. Den manglende respekt. Truslerne såvel som advarslerne. Evan kunne ikke li at blive nedsat. Han lagde en hånd op på sit bælte og fulgte det rundt. På hans højre hofte hang en Glock pistol. Klassisk sikkerheds våben. Nemt og pålidelig. Fortsatte hånden og lige bag pistolen var der en radio der hang. Han tændte den på den rette kanal før han førte hånden videre og ramte så håndjernene som han havde på højre side af hans lænd i en holder som politiet normalt brugte. Han tog sin venstre hånd og fortsatte på den side. En lille lommekniv hang på hans venstre side. Og på venstre side af lænden var en tazer.

Evan så lettere på James stadig mens han gik rundt. Før han gik imod trapperne. Evan besluttede sig for ikke at finde sig i den respektløshed James havde vist. Han tog fat i sin højre side i radioen. Holdte den op til munden i takt med han trykkede på knappen. ”I want some scramble in 3 minutes. From this second.” Han satte radioen tilbage igen og begyndte så langsomt at gå imod trappen James var gået ned af.

Han var lidt bagved for at undgå at blive opdaget. Lukkede døren ned til kælderen og låste den blidt. Skridt for skridt førte ham ned af trapperne ned til det triste og kedelige rum. Bevægede sig langsomt hen bag James. Lige indtil han var tæt nok på. ”I’m not the same person as you knew.” Hviskede han let. Og i en hurtig bevægelse greb han fat i pistolen på hans hofte og satte sin finger for aftrækkeren samtidig med han placerede grebet imod James’es skulder. Og trykkede den af. Pistolen skød af lige i takt med en masse larm ovenpå og en masse personer der råbte. Som om vagterne havde pågrebet en og væltet ham og lagt ham ned så alle begyndte at råbe. Hvis James ikke nåede at rykke sig så ville lyden af pistolen være nok til at James ville blive desorienteret og delvist miste hørelsen midlertidigt på hans højre øre. Såvel som Evan så hylsteret fra pistolen flyve til venstre hen imod James dog kunne Evan ikke se hvor den landede henne eller om den ramte James. Sådan et hylster lige fra en pistol var både skarpt og meget varmt. Så det ville ikke undre ham hvis James blev skadet i ansigtet af hylsteret.

Dog inden der kunne gøres noget ved det skubbede Evan magasinet ud af pistolen og hev toppen tilbage så det ny ladte skud røg ud af pistolen og han så derefter satte pistolen tilbage i holderen tom for skud. Evan var ikke dum. Måske havde det lykkes ham at desorientere James. Det ville ikke holde for evigt. Og så var det sådan at james var meget hurtigere end Evan. Og han ville hellere miste muligheden for at bruge sin pistol hvis dette skulle ende ud i en kamp end han ville have den brugt imod ham selv af James.

He didnt even listen to his words. Evan didnt know him anymore, so how dared he say stuff like that. " That was the OLD me. I´m not like that anymore, i am actually thinking that he could be the one, or more like i know he could.. so dont you dare start Evan ". He looked at him with a stern expression, before turning his back to him and walking downstairs. He could smell him, how the air lingered, and the click.. it made him paranoid. He turned and looked behind him, when he heard Evan´s words about also not being the same, before feeling an intense pain rushing through his shoulder, and his expression changed instantly to one of shock, but also terror. He turned so fast, before having felt the pain pulsating through him. He lost all sense of balance and soon found himself laying on the soft fluffy black carpet, bleeding down from his shoulder, before looking at Evan with rage in his before cold eyes. " What the fuck is wrong with you!? ".

He held a hand against his shoulder, while looking at Evan, before feeling his powers slowly highten. One red tentacle started to come out, before et lunged an attack against him, trying to pierce his chest, with a tentacle with a size of a bat. He slowly got back up, before running towards Evan. His ears were ringing and he could feel how his shoulder needed time to heal, while he tried to push out the bullet with his healing abilities, so it didnt end up being stuck inside of him. If Evan dodged his attack, he would just try and conjure another tentacle forward, but he could feel how he got drained, like he wasnt drained to start with.. cause he was, he hadnt gotten any blood in a day or two.

Evan begyndte hånligt at grine da James snakkede til ham. Hvad der var galt med ham? ”I’m fuckin insane that’s what wrong with me James. You know that.” Sagde han kort før han vendte ryggen til ham og hævede armene som om han lige havde sejret i colosseum i rom. Han hørte hvordan noget hurtigt fløj imod ham bagfra. Da han hurtigt rykkede til siden. Dog kun hurtigt nok til han mærkede en stikkende smerte langs hans højre side. Den havde flænset hans jakke og trøje af men heldigvis kun lavede nogle små flænger i hans side. I det sekund han rørte jorden med fødderne igen efter at have hoppet væk fra tentaklen forsvandt han igen. Bevægelsen satte et sus igennem rummet der fik tøjet til at let begynde at vippe rundt om dem. Knirkende lyde fra krogene på bøjlerne der gled frem og tilbage kunne høres i hele rummet. Evan var som forsvundet. Dog ikke så meget som man skulle tro. Evan’s evne var enkel. Han kunne bevæge sig med en så hurtig fart at han så ud til at teleportere sig. Men kun meget kort afstand og tid. Hvilket han udnyttede for at ende hvor James havde stået før han løb imod Evan. Evan stod med ryggen til og vendte blikket imod James langsomt. Et lettere lysende blik strålede fra ham. Hans ansigt begyndte at få mindre menneskelig facade og mere dæmonisk i takt med hans vrede strålede frem.

Han tog en hånd på flængen på hans side samtidig med han langsomt begyndte at skabe ud af resterne af hans jakke en bandage sat fast til skrammen bare for at beskytte den mens hans krop healede såret. ”I’m loosing my patience James. Last chance.” Sagde han kort mens hans venstre hånd tog fat i kniven og hans højre greb fat i håndjernene. Et kort sekund overvejede Evan at bruge sin hastighed til at slå James. Men egentlig var han bange for det ville slå ham ihjel. For ikke at tale om de skader der ville påvirke Evans egen arm. Sidste gang havde han ikke halvt så stor kontrol og alligevel med hans dæmoniske healing tog det 2 uger før han kunne bruge sin hånd helt igen.

Evan besluttede sig for det var ikke det værd. Han så ned for sine fødder. Magasinet. Ja det var måske en løsning. Evan smilede kort. Og ventede på det forventede angreb James ville prøve at udføre. Og samtidig med det sparke til magasinet så det fløj imod James. Velvidende at James burde kunne undgå det. Men at ramme ham var heller ikke Evan’s tanke. For han forventede James undgå det. Han brugte sin egenskab til at bevæge sig hurtigt igen for at stille sig bag James i den linje magasinet havde for derefter at gribe det med sin venstre hånd og hive pistolen frem med højre for så at lade pistolen. Han skulle bare bruge 5 sekunder. Og selvfølgelig skulle han håbe på James ikke greb magasinet eller blev ramt af det.

– Efter tilladelse fra James udvider jeg mit indlæg til at indeholde det følgende. –

Evan mærkede hvordan magasinet landede i hans venstre hånd ligeså vel som han mærkede hvordan han trak pistolen ud af hylsteret for så at smide magasinet i og trække toppen på pistolen tilbage i en bevægelse. Evan var nød til at være hurtig. Han kunne ikke misse sine bevægelser nu. Det ville betyde James når en fordel. Men Evan havde ikke tænkt sig at give ham den mulighed. Den første kugle han skød af ved james’es øre tidligere var en normal kugle. Den han smed på jorden var et hollow point. Hvilket betød det næste skud. Det der var i kammeret på hans våben nu var en armor piercing. Hvilket betød kuglen var hårdere og ikke fladede ud så meget. Evan tog den hurtige beslutning at han ikke kunne blive ved med at holde afstand til James på denne måde så han var nød til at begrænse James’es bevægelser. Så han rettede pistolen og trykkede på aftrækkeren. Han mærkede hvordan hele pistolen gav et ryk i ham i takt med eksplosionen gled igennem pistolen så kuglen blev sendt af sted. Evan havde specifikt sigtet efter James’es fod men fordi han havde sigtet hurtigt så havde han ikke sigtet rigtigt helt. Så i stedet ramte han James’es lår. Kuglen gled ind i ham og ud på den anden side uden at udgøre abnorm skade. Men Evan forventede dog at der enden var nogle knogler der var blevet ramt eller en blodåre der var revet over. Eller begge dele. I hvert tilfælde burde det udføre det arbejde Evan havde udsat sig for. At immobilisere James’es bevægelser.

The words was like talking literally to deaf ears, since it still rang like hell in them, how he could even feel his balance being effected by it, how he hated Evan down to every fiber of his being, seeing as he knew how fucked up Evan was but this, this just took the cake of EVERYTHING. He dodged the mag, before realizing that.. that was properly Evan´s idea, because Evan rarely fucked up like that, if not at all. He was turned towards Magistar, feeling every bone in his body, how he wanted to feel Evan under his hands, how he wanted to break his bones one after one, before seeing Evan´s arm almost pull back from the force of the gun, suddenly feeling a horrible pain through his leg, how he suddenly fell to his knees, his tentacles retracting, before letting out a horrifing scream, how it filled the basement, before he held his hands against the wound, big.. open.. right through everything.

He could feel it in his bone, how it had broken into pieces, before he looked up at Evan, trying to press another tentacle out from his lower half of the spine, but he couldnt.. it dissolved instantly almost, leaving him weakened and his body shaking from pain, before everything went dark. He fell to the ground with a ' bump ' before opening his eyes slowly after a little while, feeling the pain pulse through his body, while he tried to stand, as he had only layed on the surface for a little time, but he couldnt.. the wound had closed a little more, but a scar was made after it, since his body was still trying to heal it, and his eyes was now blood red, since he felt like he was starving, from the massive blood lust. " I will fucking KILL you EVAN! ". He huffed a little, as he tried to get his bearings, feeling weak.

He thought about Spencer for a little while, before thinking about Jaxson, before he looked right back up at Evan´s face with determination, to get up, but when he got even halfway, he choked a scream, before trying to hold the tears back. It was an unbelievable pain, how it rinsled through his body, how he felt himself almost glide out of reality again.. before slowly coming to himself again.

Skriget ringede for hans øre. Et eller andet sted indeni Evan ønskede noget at stoppe. Men det var for sent. Han var nået for langt. Han følte sig bedraget og snydt. Og manipuleret. Såvel som han følte James prøvede at være noget han ikke var. Han hævede pistolen langsomt og satte den i holderen på hans hofte før han langsomt gik hen imod James. ”Kill me? Who says i’m not gonna kill you first? Your so called special one? Who says he’s not next?” Spurgte han kort før han roligt gik på hug foran James. ”I hate people like you. I’m totally insane. But i’m honest about it. You think you’ve changed? People like us don’t change. We adapt to survive. Kill to not get killed. And you think you can turn around?” Evan smilede kort og begyndte svagt at grine.

Han rejste sig langsomt op før han gik hen imod noget af tøjet. Fandt et sæt til en mand blandt det hele. Han tog det fra rækkerne og så kort på det. ”Do you think that would be nice on me?” Spurgte han og vendte sig rundt og holdte den op mod sig. Før han rystede på hovedet. ”No you’re right.” Han smed den bagover sig før han vendte sig imod James igen. Han drejede hovedet mod venstre efterfulgt af et knæk fra nakken af ham. Og drejede så hovedet mod højre for at gøre det samme. ”Well… If you’re not gonna change your mind i’m gonna make sure this special one is never gonna be able to look at you with the same eyes. By raping you so much you won’t let him touch you again.” Et smil gled hen over ansigtet der fremviste han tydeligt ikke prøvede at lave sjov.

Han gik langsomt imod James som James prøvede at rejse sig op igen. Han fandt håndjernene frem fra lænden mens han bevægede sig imod James. Snorede dem rundt på hans pegefinger. Han forventede at James ville prøve at gribe ud efter ham for at stoppe ham. Men Evan var forberedt hvis det var situationen. Og greb fat i James arm samtidig med at sætte håndledet ind i den ene lykke af håndjernene. Før hans fod rejste sig og sparkede på såret af James så han højst sandsynligt ville falde igen. Hvis han gjorde satte Evan sig på hans ryg for at tvinge hans frie hånd om på ryggen og spændte den fast til den anden lykke på håndjernene. Hvis det lykkedes for ham bukkede han sig ned til James’es øre. ”You’re mine the next couple of hours.” Hviskede han let med et svagt sindssygt grin. ”And you’re gonna hate it. But god damn i’m gonna love every second of that pretty little tight ass.” Latteren gled igennem lokalet højere og højere før det begyndte at give ekko i rummet.

Slowly he tried to get up on his legs again, but he couldnt stand at all. If he hadnt been so drained from the torture he had endured some days again, if only... then he could maybe have done something.. anything. " Lucifer is gonna burn you into ash! if he finds out". He knew that Evan was a demon and Lucifer was king of hell, and also his grandpa, which was still so new, but he wouldnt let this slide, he couldnt, or could he?. He felt weak as Evan took a hold of his hand, before feeling himself on the ground again with Evan laying on top of him. " Get the fuck off me! ". He growled at him, before trying to fight against his grib, before feeling it around his wrist. He could feel the dizzyness, how he almost couldnt keep his eyes open for much longer, before slowly gliding over into the darkness again.. falling deeper and deeper.. how he got haunted by the things that had happened to him before this.. now this.. an intense pain pulsated through his body, before he felt like hitting the ground hard, making him wake from his slumper once again, before trying to move, but almost unable to.

He could feel the hunger in his stomach, how it turned and tried almost to eat him alive inside, like he didnt have it bad enought. He tried to use his powers again, but nothing came, and his body tried to follow him in the healing, but he almost couldnt anymore. He felt so helpless.. so pathetic, how could it end up like this, why didnt he say anything to Spencer, why didnt he try to do anything.. he was just like a fucking punching bag, but then again.. Evan had worked with him, he knew all of his weaknesses and all of his strengths.. his powers to a ten also.. how he used them.. how much.. he even knew his limit for blood intake, before he needed more.. he knew that Evan was observant.. smart.. quick and almost never forgot a single thing, it really pissed him the FUCK OFF. If he hadnt been weak, maybe the tables would have turned and pretty fast too.. but this.. this was his punishment for not being careful enough. " Fuck you Evan! ".

Evan løftede blikket overrasket da han bragte Lucifer op. Og begyndte svagt at grine lettere skingert. Før han drejede hovedet svagt. ”Lucifer? Lord of hell? My so called ’home’? That Lucifer?” Han begyndte at grine igen denne gang højere. ”I don’t fuckin care about some old demon. Give me 20 second and i’m gone from the face of the earth. James come on. You don’t give me enough credit. Striking and dissappearing is my specialty.” Han stoppede sit grin kort før han åbnede øjnene helt op. ”IT’S THE FUCKIN REASON YOU HIRED ME FOR FUCK SAKE!” Råbte han lettere vredt imod James.

Han sad på James mens han holdte håndjernene fast til James’es ryg. Langsomt lagde han sig ned ovenpå ham for at nå hans øre igen. ”I feel like you’re upset with me. Let’s put a smile on that face shouldn’t we?” Spurgte han kort før han langsomt slap håndjernene med den ene hånd og tog kniven ud af holderen på hans bælte. Langsomt foldede han den ud og holdte derefter hånden så James kunne se kniven foran sig. ”Soon you’ll be able to ask people how you got these scars.” Han grinte let imod James’es øre. Før han sænkede kniven ned. Lod bagsiden af klingen glide ned af James’es side. ”But first… Let us release some of this tension between us. And some of your clothes.” Han nåede klingen hen til James’es bukser. Og satte klingen ind imellem buksekanten og James. Før han hev hårdt i det. Kniven var så skarp at den gled igennem både læderbælter såvel som stof uden besvær. Så den burde skære hans buksekant over selv hvis James havde bælte på. Derefter begyndte han langsomt at indføre kniven igen samme sted. Så den gled lidt længere ned. Og skar igen. Gentog bevægelsen langsomt. Så James’es bukser langsomt blev skåret ned til cirka midten af låret. Så der ikke burde være nogen modstand når Evan begyndte at hive James’es bukser af. Dog ikke endnu. Evan løftede kniven op ved siden af James igen. ”Come on. Give me a smile.” Han lod langsomt klingen imod James’es ansigt. Tog hans anden hånd og satte på James’es hoved så han holdte James’es hoved fast så godt som muligt.

He could feel it all over his body, how the shiver creeped around as Evan whispered into his ear almost, with words he had never throught he should hear from him, but there he was, on the floor with him on top of him. His words made it run down cold over his back, how he wanted to drain the fucker, but he couldnt, he couldnt even move almost, as his leg felt broken inside, even if the skin had patched itself, its bones were a downright mess inside of the flesh. He looked at the knife, before trying to get him off his back, before feeling the knife against his skin. " Get the fuck off me Evan! ". He clenched his teeth together as he almost growled at him, before trying to move again, but he was to drained for blood, it was like his strength had just.. disappeared, leaving him helpless.. alone, well almost alone, but it could be the same anyways, because Evan had only come to make his life a living hell.

The panic slowly started to spread inside of his body, as he felt the knife cut through the fabric of his pants, how easily it glided through, like his pants were butter. He didnt want to believe it, that Evan was capable of rape, that he was actually gonna do it to him, he couldnt be serious, could he?. " Think about this Evan, alle the people that´s gonna come after you. Are you sure that you want to run for the rest of your life? ". He tried to reason with him, it was his ONLY defence he had left.

His eyes widened as he felt the knife once more against his ivory skin, before hearing Evan´s madman words, how it sounded like pure madness, before saying " no please!, stop ". He could feel how the knife poked his skin, almost begged to slice his mouth open. He was afraid for the pain, but also for the thing to follow.. how much more could his body heal, before he would mumify.. and even then.. could he end up dying from this`?. He felt like dying.. as he felt vulnerable and unprotected, scared and alone.. * I´m sorry Spencer, i... *. He had tried.. he just couldnt anymore.. it was like the light inside of him, slowly got smaller.. as he had endured SO MUCH in such a little time. He closed his eyes, readying himself for the pain. If he sliced into him, he would scream, of course he would.. how could he not.

Hans ord om folk der kom efter ham fik ham til at placere sin pande imod James’es tinding. ”Yeah you’re probably right...” Hviskede han som om fornuften overvandt. Men langsomt gled der et smil hen over hans læber. ”But i’ve been hunted for many years. It won’t be anything new.” Han greb fat i James’es øre med sine tænder. Og bed så hårdt at der gik hul på den. Før han slap igen. ”You know what? I’m starting to get turned on by our little dance.” Hviskede han svagt med et svagt grin.

Langsomt lod han klingen lave en lille svag flænge. Sådan en der ville svie. Men så fjernede han klingen igen. Han lagde kniven i syne for James. Før han lod en hånd glide ned fra hans skulder ned langs ryggen og ned til James’es bukser. Han hev langsomt bukserne ned mens han lod fingrene glide hen af James’es lænd. Fremførte så James’es røv ved også at hive hans underbukser med ned. Hver bevægelse han udførte var langsom og nærmest pinefuld. Det forestillede han i hvert fald af James da han vidste hvad der ville ske nu.

Evan tog fat i sit eget buksespænde. Og løsnede det. Et af de klassiske bæltespænder man købte i supermarkeder. Før han løftede den op ved siden af James’es hoved stadig med en hånd på hans hoved. Før han fjernede holderen til håndjernene og pistol hylsteret. Samt Tazeren han et eller andet sted helt havde glemt han havde. Men den kunne han sikkert bruge på andre tidspunkter. Han tog bæltet helt hen til James’es hoved. Hev op i håret på han for så at smide bæltet ind under hans hals. Og slap så James’es hoved. Hev bæltet op og førte det ind igennem spændet. Og hev så i den lange ende af den. Så bæltet i sig selv spændte sig fast rundt om James’es hals. ”I’m gonna love this like nothing else.” Sagde han hånligt grinene.

Han tog fat i sit eget lem og placerede sig ud for James’es røv. Han fokuserede sine kræfter for at lave glidecreme hen over hans egen lem for det ikke ville gøre ondt på Evan. James var sikkert også selv van til det men han skulle nok sørge for James ikke kunne slappe af i kroppen. Så hvis voldtægten ikke var nok så ville resten komme. Han tog kniven ved James’es ansigt. Og placerede den ved hans mund. ”Open up.” Sagde han kort før han langsomt satte klingen i retning af James’es læber. Så hvis han ikke åbnede munden så ville klingen skære sig adgang igennem James’es læber i stedet.

Hvis det lykkedes ham at få den ind i James’es mund vendte han den rundt og lod den ikke skarpe side placere sig imod James’es inderkind. Tydeligt at han bare kunne vende den rundt og så lave Jokerens smil på ham. ”Ask me to rape you. Beg for it.” Hviskede han let. Evan var meget anderledes på mange punkter. En af dem var han elskede at få sine ofre til at tigge ham om at voldtage dem. Det gjorde det hele bedre at vide de var tvunget til at lyde som om de vil blive voldtaget. Selvom mange misforstod det som om han havde anger over at ville gøre det. Men nej. Langt fra.

He growled as he felt the bite on his ear, making him clench his teeth just even more. " Grrh! ". He looked at him when he said that he started to get turned on. " Only a fucking psychopat would get turned on by something like this, so it does not surprise me that you enjoy this, you sick fuck ". He almost clench his teeth so hard, that the words came out even deeper than normal. He could see the knife in front of him, before feeling Evan´s hands glide over his body, making him slightly shiver from the touch. " Dont fucking touch me you trash! ". He was furries now. He felt humiliated and he felt weak, as he tried to get the handcuff to break, but nothing. He couldnt do it.

They way that he undressed him made him sick to his stomach. He had never gotten it.. he was always on top, never the bottom, not because he couldnt be it some day with the right person, but Evan wasnt the right person.. and this was torture in his mind, knowing that he was now dominated by this man, under his mercy.. but also knowing that he was dating Spencer, how he would end up having another mans.. he couldnt take the thought of it. He closed his eyes, before feeling how Evan took a strong hold in his thick brown hair, before letting pulled backwards with his head a little, feeling the belt around his neck like some fucking dog again, just like with Tidus.. it all came back to him, but at that time, he had someone to help him.. right now.. he didnt.

He could feel him against his ass, how he almost pressed, before almost screamning. " HELP! ". He had no choice now, he had to. He screamed as much as he could, but even he could hear the music from upstairs from the music.. the only thing he could hope for, was Kristin that would come down to them, but then again.. he didnt like putting her in the line of danger. Suddenly he felt the knife against his mouth, hearing the words that he should open up. He didnt. He started to feel the knife press itself inside, how it cut at his lis, before he slowly started to open his mouth, so he could place it inside. He felt it against his cheek, and he even felt the tip against the back of his troat, clearly making him close to gagging a little, as he wasnt prepared for it.

When he heard the words.. he froze. He couldnt.. he wouldnt!. He closed his eyes, knowing damn well.. that if he didnt say a thing, that Evan would cut open his cheek.. and that he wouldnt be able to heal it as good as before.. losing even more blood.. getting more weak. " Never ". The only words he spoke, but they were so strong in themself.. saying til Evan that he wouldnt give up or let him have his way, that he could just fucking try it!.

James’es latterlige forsøg på at råbe havde ikke hjulpet noget alligevel. Hans mænd var dækket i hele salen ovenpå også nær døren så de havde mulighed for at advare ham. Han var ikke sikker på hans mænd havde opdaget han var gået ned men sandsynligheden var så høj at Evan ikke følte sig nervøs for det. Og hvis ikke… Ja så måtte han jo dræbe personen. Eller få personen til at deltage i dette her. Alt efter hvad han havde lyst til.

Da James svarede ham igen med aldrig var han nærmest ved at flække af grin. Kniven rykkede sig lidt mens han forsøgte at holde sin latter tilbage så han nok kom til at skære et par mærker i munden på James. Dog stoppede det langsomt igen. ”Remember the vampire that disappeared? The woman? She said the same as you. And she ended up regreting it too.” Hviskede han let i James’es øre. Før han vendte kniven rundt i James’es mund. Og lod klingen ligge imod James’es inderkind. Så selve vægten og strækningen fra James’es kind var nok til kniven langsomt skar sig igennem medmindre James udfoldede sin kind så kniven ikke rørte. Men selv hvis han gjorde det hvor lang tid kunne han holde det? Specielt når Evan begyndte på det næste. Langsomt begyndte Evan at presse sin lem imod James’es røv. Og kunne mærke hvordan han langsomt men sikkert gled ind. Millimeter for millimeter. ”But i’m not without mercy. So if you blink twice i will turn the knife again so you can beg.” Hviskede han svagt mens han mærkede hvordan hans lem var blevet presset hårdt rundt om. Han nød hvert sekund af det. Hvordan hans lem gled mere og mere ind i ham for hvert sekund der gik.

Hvis han stadig ikke ville sige det så var han nået på det punkt hvor han havde mistet tålmodigheden og hev kniven til sig så James’es kind blev skåret op. Og hamrede sin lem til bunds i James. For så næsten med det samme begynde at rykke den frem og tilbage. Lette nydende støn kom fra ham da han gik i gang. Han mærkede hvordan hans lem havde nærmest tigget efter selv at få lov til at gå i gang. Evan var langt fra interesseret i blød sex. Så at gøre det langsomt og udvide pinen imod James var svært for ham. Men det havde været det værd. Hvis James ikke havde været så forbandet stædig.

Hvis James havde blinket så vendte han kniven rundt for at give ham en chance for at sige det uden at skære kinden op. Hvorefter han tog kniven ud af hans mund og pressede den hårdt ind. Hamrede den nærmest i bund på James’es røv i takt med han begyndte at køre frem og tilbage. Hamrede den ind ved hver indadgående ryk kun for at høre den velkendte lyd af hans lysk hamre sig imod James’es røv.

He could feel the knife, how it cut inside of his mouth, as Evan started to laugh at him, like what he said was ridiculous to him. He closed his eyes as he heard Evan threathen him once again, trying to probably scare him, but it wasnt working, but something that worked, was feeling him behind him, so close. He felt like panicking, but he had to pull through it, he had to.. he slowly started to feel the knife, how he tried to bite down on it, so it wouldnt move closer to his cheek, but he couldnt hold it, it was to much of a force that came at once, when he didnt say a thing to Evan, feeling both the knifes side penetrate his skin, and then.. he felt it, he felt how he thrusted up deep inside of him, how it made his body shiver from pure pain, since he hadnt been with a man like this ever. He screamed up in agony, while feeling tears of blood stream down his cheeks, while he tried to clench his teeth together, feeling the cheek of his bleed with his tears, blood dripping from his mouth, filling it.

Slowly his cheek started to heal together again, but it still wasnt as good as normal. A long scar was left, while it tried to heal itself. He could feel how Evan continued to thrust up inside of him, filling him with an indescribable pain, pulsating through his body, how he cried out while he did it. He could feel himself, how he even healed behind, since Evan was to big for his untrained hole. He clenched his fist while trying to move away, trying to do something. He couldnt use his powers, he couldnt even shake him of... he could only take it, like the weak man he were. He couldnt protect Spencer, he didnt deserve him.. he didnt deserve anybody.. not even Jaxson could he protect.. how could he ever uphold the glory of the morningstar name, being such a weak man. He felt like breaking inside, how every wall he had ever built through out his life.. how it crumbled into little tiny pieces. He gasped of pure pain, before mumbling. " E-Evan stop, please! ". He couldnt take it, but he did. He was not gonna ask for it, he was not gonna be submissive. He tried to move, tried to roll to the other side, but he couldnt. He looked around for something.. anything, but there was nothing that could help him.

Han mærkede hvordan James’es hul strammede kraftigt om hans lem. Hvordan hver bevægelse var med en udfordring men gav en fantastisk nydelse. Hvordan blodet flød fra James’es ansigt som fik Evan til at smile. ”You look like a dead body. But that wouldn’t be the first time i fucked someone to death.” Sagde han helt neutralt som om det var normalt at gøre. Men for Evan var alt dette normalt. Selvom han måtte indrømme over for sig selv at James var meget stædigere end hvad han var van til. Specielt i sådan en situation. Evan var ikke i tvivl om James aldrig havde fået den i røven før. Og det var han interesseret i. Men ikke fordi han bekymrede sig om James. Mere fordi han tog noget fra ham. En form for mødom. Og det fornøjede Evan noget så højt. Så højt at han hev fat i bæltet og nærmest satte sig op. Lemmen stadig indeni James så James slet ikke var i tvivl den nærmest blev tvunget opad ved hullets indgang hvilket han kunne forestille sig ikke måtte være så behageligt. Hvorefter han begyndte at svinge ud med sin hånd og hev i bæltet som om han red en hest. ”Yippee-ki-yay motherfucker.” Sagde han med en latter der strålede en form for sindstilstand som tydeligt var langt fra normal. Selvom for Evan som sagt var dette helt normalt.

Han hørte godt hvordan James havde bedt ham om at stoppe. Men Evan kunne ikke være mere ligeglad. Han havde ikke tænkt sig at stoppe. Dette her var kun begyndelsen. Dette her blev en lang aften for James’ Men for Evan? Ikke lang nok. For James skulle ikke tro han bare kunne skide på ham ved at flirte med ham og så smide ham ud. For så derefter at ignorere ham som om han aldrig eksisterede. ”Funny i thought you were the boss? For my view you more look like an ant.” Han stoppede med at køre i James røv før han langsomt trak den udaf. Som om han skulle til at tage den ud. Men lige før den kom helt ud, pressede han den helt til bunds i et ryk.

Evan stoppede dog efter at ha rykket hårdt i bunds et par gange. Og trak den langsomt ud. Før han lod den glide helt ud denne gang. Han var langt fra færdig med James. Men han havde brug for noget nyt at lave. Evan havde altid været kendt for at have lav tålmodighed. Selv da de arbejdede sammen kunne Evan kun holde ud at bruge den samme taktik en enkelt måske 2 gange. Så Evan ledte efter noget brugbart at bruge til at udvide smerten for James. Men kunne ikke udmiddelbart finde noget. Han greb fat i en af knagerækkerne og hev tøjet ned fra den. For så at smide ved siden af James så det dannede en stak som tydeligt skulle bruges til at smide James over så han kunne tage ham i en doggy i stedet.

James clenched his fist before trying to move just an inch away from Evan but he couldnt. He felt the bloody tears run in streams down his face. How stupid he had been, naive even.. how could he ever have thought that this would be any different, that his suffering would end, that he didnt deserve this. Spencer´s words from not long ago was echoing inside of his mind, telling him that he probably was gonna fuck their relationship up, how he didnt want him to leave but they probably wouldnt last. He felt like tearing everything into tiny pieces, like he had enough of everything, he couldnt take it anymore. He whimpered under Evan, while trying to fight for his life, something that felt like it. He felt so desperate now, how the blood had made him even hungrier, how he was slowly feeling like dying.

" Just fucking kill me! ". He couldnt take it anymore, the humiliation, the fucking pain soaring through his body, how he wanted to disappear, he couldnt keep any safe, not Jaxson.. not Spencer... not Tidus.. nobody was safe near him, no one!. He cried out, no names ever traveled through his lips, but he felt them, he felt it inside, he wanted Spencer, he wanted to hold him.. to be saved.. he couldnt fight this anymore, it was tearing him apart. Evan´s words almost drowned out, only a fraction of what he said got heard from him, before he felt it.. how hopeless he felt, how he just.. stopped moving while his eyes flikkered. " Please.. ". It was the first and last time ever.. that he was gonna say please.

Evan ignorerede alt hvad James sagde. Hvorfor skulle han slå ham ihjel? Hvorfor ende hans lidelser så nemt? Det var meget bedre at udvide dem. Og det havde Evan også tænkt sig. Han greb fat i James’es hår og hev i ham med hans fulde dæmoniske styrke for at løfte James op fra gulvet i hans hår. Og kastede ham hen over bunken med tøj Evan havde hevet frem. ”You’re not gonna get off so easy. Cause i’ve not been completely honest with you.” Han gik hen foran James og ned på hug. ”There’s quite a bounty on his head. Not because i’m interested in the money. I have enough. But the information you’re worth makes this much more fun.” Han grinte svagt før han greb fat i James’es pandehår og hev ham opad så de var face to face. ”And fun fact. I wasn’t even started looking for you when this coincidens happened. Aren’t you just happy we can reconnect?” Spurgte han kort før han gik tæt på hans øre. ”I am...” Hviskede han let med en halv sensuel stemme før han rejste sig op og gik rundt om James igen.

Han stillede sig på knæ bagved ham. Og placerede sin lem ved James’es røv. Men uden at give ham en chance for at forsøge at stoppe ham pressede han den ind. Mærkede hvordan hans hul pressede hele vejen rundt om hans lem. Hvordan hver bevægelse frembragte det uundgåelige. For Evan havde ikke tænkt sig at stoppe før. James burde vide hvad der kom snart. Eller rettere hvem.

Han bevægede sig med hurtige og faste bevægelser. Lyde og småstøn kom fra Evan i forhøjet takst som han mærkede hvordan han kom tættere og tættere på. Hvordan hver bevægelse skabte en puls af nydelse igennem hans krop. Hvordan hver eneste sekund var en genfødsel af hans evige sultne lyster som altid var lige under hans skind. Hvordan han mærkede hans krop skrige om at udvide nydelsen yderligere. Han tog fat i bæltet om James’es hals og hev i det så James enden var tvunget til at presse bagud imod hans lem hver gang han pressede den op eller blive kvalt. Eller begge dele alt efter hvor mange kræfter James havde for at stritte imod.

Evan nåede tæt på sit klimaks. Han mærkede hvordan hans lem begyndte at pulsere i takt med hans bevægelser. Hvordan hans krop begyndte at blive mere ivrig. Hvordan hans tanker blev klare. Det var grunden til Evan var så ivrig altid. Hans tanker blev klare lige det sidste sekund før det var det skete. Han mærkede hvordan hans lem skød ud med hans sæd ind i James’es røv. Hvordan hver bevægelse udløste mere og mere. I takt med han nærmest skreg i en lettere ond latter såvel som en nydende undertone. Han svang hænderne ud til hver side og lod det sidste komme ud.

Da han mærkede der ikke kom mere og hvordan en smule smerte kom fra hans hoved trak han langsomt lemmen ud af James’es røv. Og lod hans lem langsomt falme i styrke. Han tog fat i sine bukser og hev dem op for så at lukke dem. Evan så kort rundt. ”Well… That was great. I mean your performance could have been better. More enjoying it. But whatever.” Sagde han kort med et svagt grin før han langsomt skubbede James ned fra bunken af tøj så han ville ende på ryggen med hænderne imellem ham og gulvet. Han stillede en fod på hans brystkasse og langsomt i hans højre hånd formede der sig noget. Plastikket fra overdækningerne såvel som stoffet fra tøjet opløste og blev til støv før det fløj hen til Evans hånd og begyndte at forme sig.

Langsomt begyndte man at kunne se det var en whisky flaske han havde formet i hånden. Han åbnede flaskens top og tog en tår af den. ”Let’s see. We need you to not escape. How are we gonna do that?” Spurgte han kort før han grinte let og hældte flaskens indhold hen over James efter at ha fjernet sit eget ben. Den gyldne væske landede hele vejen over ham og rundt om ham. Før den tomme flaske ændrede form igen. Og langsomt blev det formet til en cigar. Evan tog en lighter frem og antændte den. Han tog et roligt sug af den. Og pustede røgen ud i en langsomt formende sky af røg. ”You know? I really hate that we need to go our separate ways. But unfortunately i have other business to attend to. And you have a friend looking for you.” Han fandt sin telefon fra lommen og trykkede et nummer ind. Kort efter begyndte hans telefon at kalde et nummer op.

Telefonen i den anden ende blev taget. ”I got him. How? Don’t ask if you don’t want the answer. Just make sure you have the intel that i need.” Sagde Evan til telefonen der lavt talte tilbage til ham. ”Where he is? No no. I’m changing the deal. I need some more information.” Han så kort ned imod James. ”I want the name and pictures of the 5 most loved people of James. Just so he don’t get any fun idea to think he can put someone after me.” Stilheden voksede fra Evan mens han lyttede til stemmen i telefonen. Han nikkede kort som om han snakkede til en person foran ham. ”Okay. I’m gonna meet you. I sent you the adress. When i confirm the intel i give you his position.” Han gik roligt på hug foran James og tog et sug af sin cigar. Før han pustede ud. ”But i would hurry if i was you.” Hviskede han kort før han lagde på og slukkede telefonen. Før han greb fat i James’es hage og stak cigaren i munden på ham. Så James var tvunget til at holde fast i den mens den langsomt brændte sig selv af som en meget langsom lunte. Ellers ville whiskyen over James antænde.

Han grinte svagt og rejste sig op før han bevægede sig imod trapperne for at komme op derfra. Kort efter havde Evan efterladt James i kælderen for at mødes med hans kontakt som var efter James.

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