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S through Z › Underworld
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,099
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Underworld, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part One
Two more weeks passed and Jacques was beginning to wonder if he really WAS insane. Alone with the thoughts that circled in his mind, he felt worse and worse as the days went by. Lucian finally just stopped coming to talk to him. The only time he saw the man was when he decided to feed him. Jacques couldn’t blame him. If he were in his position, he wouldn’t trust him either.
His wolf was restless, though, from being in such an enclosed space. He was too used to being in a country that allowed him the freedom to live like he wanted to and not have worry about the vampires as they either weren’t in his beloved home country or they had no intention of continuing the feud either. Being confined wasn’t going well for him, and he was becoming agitated and craved going out. He just doubted Lucian would actually take his request without laughing at him so he paced back and forth in the small room. At least there were no windows so he couldn’t see the moon. That would just make it worse.
The door opened but he didn’t turn to look in that direction. He had no need to as he had nothing he wanted to say to Lucian. He’d die in here before he helped the male in his campaign. “You know, that is not healthy, Jacques.”
The sound of Singe’s voice caught his attention and he slowly rolled to his side. “Well, forgive me for not wanting to involve myself in this stupidity!” he answered angrily, “I was doing JUST FINE until someone decided that they couldn’t just LEAVE me ALONE!”
“Neutral is just as bad as siding with the vampires to Lucian, you should know this,” Singe chastised him, “and in any event, your history makes it hard for Lucian to trust you.”
“So he is allowed to be in love with Sonja but damned are the rest of us who fall for a vampire?”
Singe sighed. “Jacques, you and I both know that comparing yours and Lucian’s circumstances would be impossible. Sonja loved Lucian. We all know what Viktor’s reaction would have been if he had found out.”
“I would be dead.” His words were simple, matter-of-fact. He wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t naïve, and yet it still seemed to the others that he thought anything less than his death would happen were the Elder to find out about his feelings.
“You would be more than dead. I think Viktor would have tortured you just because that would have disgusted him so much. Lucian’s only trying to help.”
“He should know that you cannot just stop loving someone because someone tells you to…or because it is not in your best interest. That is not how it works. You of all people should understand that. How many years have you loved Lucian from the shadows now?”
Singe’s eyes narrowed. “That is hardly the point, Jacques.”
Jacques smirked. “I love how everyone else is allowed to have their own secret desires but they think that because of who I love, I am the most dangerous one. You know, at least I am honest about who I love. I think that is a step above most of those here who would rather never admit it and hope that it will go away.”
He wasn’t planning on making Singe angry. Heaven knew that he held no ill will towards the other Lycan. He was just frustrated, cooped-up, and sick to death of dealing with all of this. However, he obviously underestimated his ability to annoy those around him because the next thing he knows, Singe has stormed out slamming the door behind him. So stunned is he that it takes a few minutes for him to realize that the bar was not slid across.
When he realizes it, he cautiously pulled on the door and when it swung open, he peered up and down the hallway before stepping out into the empty space. He hated to do this…hated to once again be seen as the traitor…he just couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t remain locked up for one day more. He carefully left the sewers grateful that he ran into none of the other Lycans. The sunlight that greeted him blinded him for a moment as his eyes adjusted. They soon clear and he quickly made his way down the street to ensure that no one would run into him. If he was going to leave the sewers than he was going to be careful not to get caught. He wouldn’t get another chance of this, that he was sure of. If they caught him, Lucian would be sure that no one accidentally left the door unbarred.
As he hurried down the street, he wondered where he was going to go. There weren’t many options open to him at the moment. He knew that he wasn’t returning just to be yelled at by Lucian for upsetting Singe because Lucian would know he did. How those two couldn’t see the other’s feelings was beyond the redhead but he hadn’t been up to telling them to stop being stupid.
His wandering brings him to a familiar house. He sits on a branch near a window and looks in. The room was lit, which was surprising. However, a familiar shadow moved by the window and Jacques stilled. He knew that form. Viktor was awake. He settled himself against the trunk and watched as he strode back and forth either bored or agitated. Jacques couldn’t help but smile. That lasted about a whole of two seconds before something knocked him out of the tree. He hit the ground hard and the last thing he heard before the darkness claimed him was a masculine voice saying sarcastically, “Lord Viktor is really going to like this.” Then nothing.
His wolf was restless, though, from being in such an enclosed space. He was too used to being in a country that allowed him the freedom to live like he wanted to and not have worry about the vampires as they either weren’t in his beloved home country or they had no intention of continuing the feud either. Being confined wasn’t going well for him, and he was becoming agitated and craved going out. He just doubted Lucian would actually take his request without laughing at him so he paced back and forth in the small room. At least there were no windows so he couldn’t see the moon. That would just make it worse.
The door opened but he didn’t turn to look in that direction. He had no need to as he had nothing he wanted to say to Lucian. He’d die in here before he helped the male in his campaign. “You know, that is not healthy, Jacques.”
The sound of Singe’s voice caught his attention and he slowly rolled to his side. “Well, forgive me for not wanting to involve myself in this stupidity!” he answered angrily, “I was doing JUST FINE until someone decided that they couldn’t just LEAVE me ALONE!”
“Neutral is just as bad as siding with the vampires to Lucian, you should know this,” Singe chastised him, “and in any event, your history makes it hard for Lucian to trust you.”
“So he is allowed to be in love with Sonja but damned are the rest of us who fall for a vampire?”
Singe sighed. “Jacques, you and I both know that comparing yours and Lucian’s circumstances would be impossible. Sonja loved Lucian. We all know what Viktor’s reaction would have been if he had found out.”
“I would be dead.” His words were simple, matter-of-fact. He wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t naïve, and yet it still seemed to the others that he thought anything less than his death would happen were the Elder to find out about his feelings.
“You would be more than dead. I think Viktor would have tortured you just because that would have disgusted him so much. Lucian’s only trying to help.”
“He should know that you cannot just stop loving someone because someone tells you to…or because it is not in your best interest. That is not how it works. You of all people should understand that. How many years have you loved Lucian from the shadows now?”
Singe’s eyes narrowed. “That is hardly the point, Jacques.”
Jacques smirked. “I love how everyone else is allowed to have their own secret desires but they think that because of who I love, I am the most dangerous one. You know, at least I am honest about who I love. I think that is a step above most of those here who would rather never admit it and hope that it will go away.”
He wasn’t planning on making Singe angry. Heaven knew that he held no ill will towards the other Lycan. He was just frustrated, cooped-up, and sick to death of dealing with all of this. However, he obviously underestimated his ability to annoy those around him because the next thing he knows, Singe has stormed out slamming the door behind him. So stunned is he that it takes a few minutes for him to realize that the bar was not slid across.
When he realizes it, he cautiously pulled on the door and when it swung open, he peered up and down the hallway before stepping out into the empty space. He hated to do this…hated to once again be seen as the traitor…he just couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t remain locked up for one day more. He carefully left the sewers grateful that he ran into none of the other Lycans. The sunlight that greeted him blinded him for a moment as his eyes adjusted. They soon clear and he quickly made his way down the street to ensure that no one would run into him. If he was going to leave the sewers than he was going to be careful not to get caught. He wouldn’t get another chance of this, that he was sure of. If they caught him, Lucian would be sure that no one accidentally left the door unbarred.
As he hurried down the street, he wondered where he was going to go. There weren’t many options open to him at the moment. He knew that he wasn’t returning just to be yelled at by Lucian for upsetting Singe because Lucian would know he did. How those two couldn’t see the other’s feelings was beyond the redhead but he hadn’t been up to telling them to stop being stupid.
His wandering brings him to a familiar house. He sits on a branch near a window and looks in. The room was lit, which was surprising. However, a familiar shadow moved by the window and Jacques stilled. He knew that form. Viktor was awake. He settled himself against the trunk and watched as he strode back and forth either bored or agitated. Jacques couldn’t help but smile. That lasted about a whole of two seconds before something knocked him out of the tree. He hit the ground hard and the last thing he heard before the darkness claimed him was a masculine voice saying sarcastically, “Lord Viktor is really going to like this.” Then nothing.