Innocence Broken: Past memories
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,516
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters belong to this author and Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
Guilt and Decisions
This is a short one shot about Jason and how he feels about what he did to Matt.
Guilt and Decisions
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Jason sat and stared at the empty desk opposite his, he thought back to the young man who had own that desk just a few short months ago. He remembered the way the boy would look up at him, greens eyes barely open, hair falling into his pale face and a small smile would light up his face. He smiled to himself as he remembered the way a pen would balance between his lips before being removed by ink covered fingers and a voice husky with exhaustion would breeze past full lips.
‘Look I know I’m sexy partner but please you’re starting to make me blush.’
A lump appeared in the mans throat as he thought of the last meeting between them, the hurt and betrayal that filled that made the man seem more then a child, the terror that had filled his voice. Jason looked down at his hands, he remembered hitting him, knocking him out cold, tears stung his eyes, he hadn’t wanted to but – the vampire –Warren. He couldn’t fight a vampire, nor could he bear to see the pain that shone through those green eyes.
He glanced to the board of missing faces those same green eyes stared back at him, accusing him of his sins. He walked over to the board and pulled the photo down staring at it, the boy stared back at him, the blue uniform was pressed and hugged his body tightly, his face shone with pride.
A small wet patch hit the photo, blearing the older man’s eyes; he quickly wiped the tear from the picture and his face. Glancing around the room he was glad to see no one had seen, most of the men knew how he felt, they all missed the young face, the smile that had lit up the grimness of their lives. Few however really knew the pain that tore in his chest, the boy had been his partner; he was meant to protect his, take care of the boy.
What was the old saying...To protect and sever the innocent.
Jason turned and slumped down at his desk, he had failed the boy in all his duties. He had let the boy be taken and he could only imagine what was happening to him. His eyes where drawn back to the board, nameless faces stared at him, pictures of broken, beaten and dead little boys covered the surface.
Jason let his head fall forward, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the desk that still held the boys stuff, the captain and asked him to clear it. That had been a week ago and still the desk held the essence of the boy, photos knick-knacks and pens that leaked blue ink. A saddened pain stabbed
Jason’s chest, his heart felt as if it was in a vice, he closed his eyes and tried to breathe.
Images of boys flashed through his head, little boy’s dead empty eyes, scared eyes that begged for help, eyes that filled with anger and hate. Finally the green eyes that stared into his soul that did hold hate nor anger but a pain, a pain that Jason knew he had caused. He tried to call out to those eyes to beg for forgiveness but they slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Hands held him and pulled him up, voices blurred around him becoming one great noise. All he could think have where the green eyes that had held so much pain. Jason pushed himself away from the others who tried to help him; he run passed them, letting their cries of stop echo around the halls.
Jason yanked open the door of the cruiser and turned the sirens on, red and blue lights flashed in the dim light of dusk. He pressed his foot to the floor his heart jumping as he screeched into the darkness. He glanced down at his hand, his knuckles where white where he gripped the steering wheel so hard but he noticed that he still held the picture in his hand.
He gripped the wheel tighter; tears pricked his eyes as he turned to stare into the darkness, ‘hold on Son, I’m coming to save ya. Just hold on kid.’
Somewhere, far away in the darkness, a young boy lifted his head as a door opened; the boy was weak and almost beyond hope. He felt the hand touch his face and tears slid down his cheeks, before the screams tore from his throat and echoed off the dark damp walls around him...
Guilt and Decisions
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Jason sat and stared at the empty desk opposite his, he thought back to the young man who had own that desk just a few short months ago. He remembered the way the boy would look up at him, greens eyes barely open, hair falling into his pale face and a small smile would light up his face. He smiled to himself as he remembered the way a pen would balance between his lips before being removed by ink covered fingers and a voice husky with exhaustion would breeze past full lips.
‘Look I know I’m sexy partner but please you’re starting to make me blush.’
A lump appeared in the mans throat as he thought of the last meeting between them, the hurt and betrayal that filled that made the man seem more then a child, the terror that had filled his voice. Jason looked down at his hands, he remembered hitting him, knocking him out cold, tears stung his eyes, he hadn’t wanted to but – the vampire –Warren. He couldn’t fight a vampire, nor could he bear to see the pain that shone through those green eyes.
He glanced to the board of missing faces those same green eyes stared back at him, accusing him of his sins. He walked over to the board and pulled the photo down staring at it, the boy stared back at him, the blue uniform was pressed and hugged his body tightly, his face shone with pride.
A small wet patch hit the photo, blearing the older man’s eyes; he quickly wiped the tear from the picture and his face. Glancing around the room he was glad to see no one had seen, most of the men knew how he felt, they all missed the young face, the smile that had lit up the grimness of their lives. Few however really knew the pain that tore in his chest, the boy had been his partner; he was meant to protect his, take care of the boy.
What was the old saying...To protect and sever the innocent.
Jason turned and slumped down at his desk, he had failed the boy in all his duties. He had let the boy be taken and he could only imagine what was happening to him. His eyes where drawn back to the board, nameless faces stared at him, pictures of broken, beaten and dead little boys covered the surface.
Jason let his head fall forward, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the desk that still held the boys stuff, the captain and asked him to clear it. That had been a week ago and still the desk held the essence of the boy, photos knick-knacks and pens that leaked blue ink. A saddened pain stabbed
Jason’s chest, his heart felt as if it was in a vice, he closed his eyes and tried to breathe.
Images of boys flashed through his head, little boy’s dead empty eyes, scared eyes that begged for help, eyes that filled with anger and hate. Finally the green eyes that stared into his soul that did hold hate nor anger but a pain, a pain that Jason knew he had caused. He tried to call out to those eyes to beg for forgiveness but they slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Hands held him and pulled him up, voices blurred around him becoming one great noise. All he could think have where the green eyes that had held so much pain. Jason pushed himself away from the others who tried to help him; he run passed them, letting their cries of stop echo around the halls.
Jason yanked open the door of the cruiser and turned the sirens on, red and blue lights flashed in the dim light of dusk. He pressed his foot to the floor his heart jumping as he screeched into the darkness. He glanced down at his hand, his knuckles where white where he gripped the steering wheel so hard but he noticed that he still held the picture in his hand.
He gripped the wheel tighter; tears pricked his eyes as he turned to stare into the darkness, ‘hold on Son, I’m coming to save ya. Just hold on kid.’
Somewhere, far away in the darkness, a young boy lifted his head as a door opened; the boy was weak and almost beyond hope. He felt the hand touch his face and tears slid down his cheeks, before the screams tore from his throat and echoed off the dark damp walls around him...