The Curse of Sanity

Title: The Curse of Sanity (1/1) 3/13/04

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Rating: Strong R… maybe NC-17 not too sure….

Pairing: mostly Vampire/Will but implied Jack/Will

Warnings: AU, Vampire usage so blood, violence, suicidal tendencies
and character death. Oh and consent issues because let's face it…
it's all I fucking write. *rolls eyes* Lousy Dark Muse! *shakes fist
at nothing*

Beta: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang

Disclaimer: I don't own the POTC characters. I wish I did, but alas
I'm just a morbid chick having an insomnia attack. The vampire
character, while stereotypical, is mine, however and so is the plot.
If this resembles one of your own stories, than I'm sorry, it wasn't
intentional.

Feedback: Must I beg again? Okay… *gets on knees* Feed the whore!
Who's the whore? I'm the whore!! Feed me!!

Archive: If it's on your list you may archive it, also ff.net,
aff.net, slashfiction.net, and dark.slashfiction.net… a lot of
fanfiction.net's, eh?

Author's Notes: Don't remember how the hell this came up. I love
vampires, I love POTC… obviously… and like I said, I'm having an
insomnia attack and I'm stuck being quiet in my sister's flat while
my mum snores in the other room. Thank her… she's such an angel when
she's sleeping *looks off dreamily* Basically I'm resisting the urge
to stick her hand in warm water.

A/N2: Total AU again. `thoughts'; "speech"; *~*~*~* scene change and
passage of time etc.

"It's amazing how boring sanity
gets…"


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Outside the Turner Flat


A dark figure sat perched atop the old stone building across
the small lane staring into the dark windows of the Turner flat. His
brownish red eyes following every slight movement of the room's soul
occupant, a young William Turner named after his father, as it were.
He found the boy to be fascinating, so innocent and beautiful; like a
jewel untarnished and untainted from the time it was first crafted.
Yes, Mr. Turner was definitely a unique soul. In a world so sterile
and apathetic his soulful eyes cried out for justice and sympathy
when most had turned their heads and scoffed at the pleas of others.
Some would call what William had a weakness, but they were fools. In
purity there was power and he would posses that power no matter what.
Pure blood was always the best blood. He only had to wait for the
right moment.


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Will Turner's Room

The teen awoke with a start, his body shinning with
perspiration and his breathing erratic and panicked, as one does
after a nightmare. He looked around the room and found to his relief
that he was, indeed, alone. He'd dreamed of a voice inside his head,
an evil voice, one that spoke of stealing that which he held most
pure; his soul. Will shook and stared out the window at the overcast
night sky. As usual, he saw nothing, but the moon behind the clouds,
and yet still, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

He'd told no one, but for many months now he'd felt as though
there was something following him, some evil presence trying to rob
him of his sanity and weaken him. He had had terrible nightmares for
the time as well, all of them filled with disturbing images and that
same evil, seductive voice. He couldn't relieve them and he feared to
tell anyone for fear of them believing he had gone mad.

"Just a dream and nothing more," he whispered out loud to his
empty room, adorned with the usual teenage posters and such. He
pulled the covers up once again and fell back into an uneasy sleep.
It would be another long day.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Port Royal High School

"Will, wait up!" Elizabeth's friendly, but hurried voice
called. Will paused in his steps awaiting his friend. Elizabeth was
always running late, and Will normally found it endearing, but the
nightmares had worn both him and his patience down.

"Liz, you're always fucking late, why don't you just set your
alarm for earlier? Then maybe you'll actually catch the bus for
once," she shrugged and took the piece of toast that had been
dangling precariously from her mouth out.

"Because if I did that I wouldn't be able to enjoy my
refreshing morning jog everyday and then how would I keep this sleek
build?" she quipped, completely unfazed by her friend's moodiness. He
rolled his eyes, but had to smile at her philosophy.

"So how did it go with Jack on Friday?" she asked excitedly,
waiting for the juicy details of her friend's night of passion.
Will's stance stiffened and he averted his eyes so she wouldn't see
the tears.

"Oh… it went… um…"


*~*~*~*

Jack's House (flashback)

Hands roaming down his taught body, a husky voice moaning in
his ear, and pleasure racing through his body. Will Turner was in
ecstasy. He had been seeing Jack for many weeks now and he had wanted
this moment for so long, and now that he had it he never wanted it to
end. He was feeling pleasure in parts of his body he didn't realize
had receptors.

Forgetting his usual shy nature, Will threw headhead back and
moaned loudly, screaming Jack's name as he rocked back to meet his
lover for every thrust. Jack's hot, moist tongue was lapping at his
ear, causing him to quiver as the man's hot breath panted into his
eardrum sending chills down his spin.

Suddenly, fireworks and stars flashed before his eyes as Jack
hit his sweet spot one last time, sending the adolescent over the
edge to orgasm. Will called out his lover's name one last time before
falling back against the pillows. Jack continued to thrust a few more
times until Will's clenching channel did him in and he came deep
within the youth. He scrunched up his face in a silent scream as the
tremors of pleasure racked his body.

"You're amazing kid," Jack groaned as he pulled out of Will
and propped himself up against the headboard. He reached over to the
nightstand and pulled out a cigarette from the pack. Marlboro Reds.
They always reminded Will of the crazy man next to him. He could
hardly believe what had just happened. Jack lit the smoky delight and
inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling through his nostrils. He
offered one to his young companion, which Will gladly took.

"Didn't know you smoked," Jack said in his patented drawl.
Will shrugged and lit up, trying to inhale smoothly.

"Thought I'd try something kne-…" his words were cut off by
the tremendous hacking caused by his lungs rebellion of the foreign
toxin. Jack laughed at Will's discomfort and promptly took the
cigarette from Will. The teen felt his cheeks burn with shame, but he
tried to ignore it. He curled up next to Jack and rested his head on
the other man's still sweaty chest.

"I'll take you home in a minute, just want to finish this,"
Jack says, pushing the teen away. Will looked up hurt and wondered
what he'd done wrong.

"Are you mad at me?" Jack laughed and pulled Will in for a
kiss.

"No, you're great, I've just got a lot of stuff to do today.
Plus I have those five cars I have to get fixed by Monday. I'll call
you later, okay?" he replied, nonchalantly, but Will felt no comfort
in them. Something was not right.

"O-Okay… another time."

*~*~*~*~*

Outside Port Royal High School (end flashback)

"It went great. I'll never forget it," Will replied. Jack had
never called him, even when Will left messages. It was rather obvious
he wanted nothing more to do with Will, now that they'd slept
together. "How was your weekend?" he asked, desperate to change the
subject. Elizabeth noticed the change in her friend's body language,
but chose to ignore it. He would tell her when he was ready.

"It was wonderful! James took me out to the movies and
dinner. Then we went back to his place and had some personal time,"
she smirked and winked at her friend before taking his arm and
leading him into the school. "That's all you get until lunch. I don't
get to make you wait very often," she joked, raising her chin in
superiority.

"Tease," Will replied, shrugging off the memory of his
misplaced trust.


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Will's Room, Evening.

"The brain is divided into four lobes, and they are… they
are… shit!" Will shouted and threw his biology book to the floor. He
had been studying for hours and nothing was sticking. All he could
think about was his nightmares, Jack's rejection, and the unsettling
feeling of being watched. He ran his hands through his hair and fell
back onto his bed. He stared at the glow-in-the-dark stickers he had
above his bed and sighed.

`I'm such an idiot,' he thought piteously as he felt the
tears well up in his eyes again. The only man he'd ever trusted
enough to actually sleep with, and it turned out he was just a cherry
hound. He rolled off the mattress and moved to his window to stare
out at the lonely lane that ran bellow their flat building. No one
was out tonight because of the fog. Will found the eerie weather to
be a strange comfort. He'd always felt more comfortable when he could
just disappear.

"Thirsty…" he thought aloud, rising from his crouched place
by the window and exited his room. He went down to the kitchen and
saw his mother sleeping on the couch again. His father must have been
rather ripe with the stink of cheep alcohol for her to be out here
again. He didn't wake her, only went over to the small TV they had in
the living room and shut it off. No need to make the electric bill
higher.

He got himself a glass of water and returned to his room. He walked
in and instantly felt the chill of the night air, but how? He saw his
window open and furrowed his brow in confusion. Before he could move
to close it, he felt a hard body slam against him, closing his door
in the same motion. The impact forced the glass from his hand, the
water seeping carelessly into the carpet. He tried to scream, but his
mouth was covered instantly. The person holding him was incredibly
strong, and his hands were very cold.

"Finally I get to feel your flesh," the same seductive, evil
voice from his dreams cooed into his ear. Will looked at the creature
before him with wide, frightened eyes. How was this possible? "Scream
and I'll feast upon your family," the monster promised as he slowly
removed his hand to stroke the teen's delicate neck.

"W-who are you—what do you want?" Will asked as bravely as he
could muster, his body trembling against the other man's.

"Why, my dear angel, I want you," the creature purred into
his ear before running his tongue up the rim. Will started to
struggle, but it was all in vain. "Don't do that," the voice said,
forcing Will to look at him, "relax, my pet. All is well," the words
filled the youth's mind, forcing him to believe it and cease his
struggles.

He gazed up into the fiery eyes his own clouded over, and felt a
sense of awe. The man was beautiful. Tall, pale, smoldering eyes and
shoulder length wavy black hair. He was dressed in expensive, gothic
clothing and had regal features. Will didn't fight as his face was
turned to the side and he felt lips pressed against his neck. He felt
like a doll, his master moving him into whatever position he wanted.

Great pain coursed through Will's system as his captor sunk
his fangs into his soft, unsuspecting flesh. He struggled weakly, and
whimpered in pain, but the man's grip was too powerful and he could
not escape. Will felt as though his very life was being sucked from
his body. An overpowering sense of weakness overcame him and he
could struggle no more, even though he still desired too.

"Sleep little one, a knew life awaits you when you wake up,"
the dark master sang, his voice low and soothing. Will couldn't fight
the blackness of unconsciousness anymore and he fell into the man's
awaiting arms.

"I knew you would taste sweet, but never this sweet. Your blood will
give me power like no other's will… and I intend to keep you," he
placed a kiss to Will's pale lips before encasing them both in his
scarlet cape and vanishing, leaving only the spilled water and open
window in their wake.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Vampire's Lair

William Turner lay on a bed of red silk in a room shrouded in
darkness. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, his skin unusually
pale. An IV was hooked up to his arm to make sure his body got the
much needed sustenance the blood draining would take away. His
breathing was shallow, but steady. His captor sat at the edge gently
running his icy fingers down the smooth expanse of Will's youthful
chest.

Truly this was an exquisite specimen of what human beings could be.
Even as he gazed down at the prone form on his bed he still had
trouble believing he finally possessed the youth. He ran his hand
over a delicate cheekbone and smiled as Will unconsciously pulled
away. He knew there would be some resistance, but he could change all
that easily. He put his palm over Will's forehead and concentrated on
the violent war images of his past flooding Will's subconscious with
bloody images of mothers and children crying out as swords and arrows
pierced their flesh. moa moaned and struggled in his sleep, crying
out in anguish.

"No!" Will screamed, jolting up in the bed. He was panting and
covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He fell back to the pillow feeling
too weak to support himself. The cold hands on his skin alarmed him,
and he finally noticed the mysterious stranger looking down at
him. "You again… you give me these dreams don't you?" he asked, his
eyes filled with unshed tears, "why?"

"Tong yng you to me. You were too pure for me to touch; I had to
weaken you with these images. They worked. Your purity was tainted by
them."

"I'm not pure anymore, asshole. I'm not a virgin," Will said sadly,
looking away as a tear escaped his eye. His capture grabbed his chin,
forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Virginity has nothing to do with it," he then leaned down and kissed
the soft lips he desired so much. Will wanted to ggleggle, but he was
still too weak. Even as he tried he felt the strange man pulling
back. Will cowered and squeezed his eyes shut expecting to be struck
for his insolence. "Look at me, little one," the soothing voice
filled his ears and mind forcing him to do so. Will looked at him and
felt his freewill fleeing from his body. When the vampire leaned down
again Will cried, still trying to struggle.

"N-no…" he faded off as lips covered his and despite himself he found
he was responding… even wanting to. This man was giving him pleasure,
but he didn't want this! Didn't he? If he hated it then why was he
moaning and responding like a lover?

"Don't worry about it, my love. Just feel," the voice of his master
purred, sending shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes and
submitted to the dark lord's every whim. Cold flesh became hot as
fire and made Will's flesh burn with desire and need. He ed ted the
caress of his master's voice and the feeling of his master's hands.

"That's it little one, surrender to me," the vampire cooed, before
sinking his fangs and his manhood into the youthful body.

*~*~*~*~*

Vampire's Lair (One Week Later)


William Turner lay on the mattress staring at the ceiling. There was
nothing else to do and he was generally kept too weak to flee even if
he could find a way. A small child, or at least what appeared to be a
child brought him food. However, something in her eyes told William
that she was more than she appeared to be. Her eyes spoke of an
ageless wisdom looking at him from behind scarlet bangs. She always
wore the same dark blue dress that bestowed an air of innocence to
her, but Will wasn't fooled.

He had begged her to help him escape when she first came to him, but
she only laughed and flashed her pearly fangs before disappearing
back into the darkness that surrounded the whole room. Will had no
idea where the room ended or began. The only light lead to the
bathroom, which was crafted in the same overabundant gothic style as
the bed. It was done all in black lace and only lit by candles that
never seemed to go out or burn down.

He was fed well to keep up his energy. His master fed on him almost
everyday. Always after taking him, forcing Will to like it. He had
bite marks all over his body; he was told it always tasted better
from a fresh wound. They weren't healing properly either because of
his anemia. Where were his parents? Did they even notice he was gone,
or did they just think he was being solitary and staying in his room?
The thought alone made him want to cry, the only thing that kept him
goins ths the hope that his family was searching for him. He had no
idea where on Earth he was… or even if he was still, in fact, on
Earth or if he'd been sucked into the dark abyss of Hell.

He slowly got up, his movements slow and weighted. He trudged over to
the edge of the darkness, staring into it, desperate to see anything
beyond it or if it did in fact just drop off into nothing. He had
never dared to cross into it before because of those very fears, but
he couldn't stay here any longer. He had to get abefobefore he died
not just physically, but on every plan of existence. He was sure his
master would take away his soul.

He took a tentative step into the dark. His foot met ground causing
him to breath in relief. He took another step, then another, his IV's
wheels squeaking behind him. He kept going until he was completely
immersed in the dark. His eyes searched for any form of light, his
pupils fully dilated. He reached out blindly with his hands tr to to
find a wall, a door, a window anything. What he encountered was a
cold, firm chest and scarlet eyes that glowed in the dark. Will
screamed, but it was swallowed by the dark.

A powerful force smacked against his body propelling him all the way
back to the bed. He moaned in pain as an intense cold spread through
his body. He shivered and looked up fearfully as his master appeared
from the dark, his eyes ablaze with fury.

"Tired of my company already, little one?" he asked angrily advancing
on his trembling victim. He moved without walking and was on top of
the teen in seconds. "You belong to me! Only me! You'll never escape
me, no matter what you do, I'll always have you!" he hissed, hitting
Will across the face. He yanked off the teen's pants, holding Will's
face tightly in his hand, and staring him in the eyes. He saw the
fear, pain, and misery in the chocolate orbs he desired after and
grinned maliciously as he forcefully penetrated him. Will screamed
out in pain and started to weep as he was penetrated again and again,
each time more painful.

"Master stop, please!" he cried, thrashing weakly. His hands were
kept pressed to the mattress on either side of his head with
supernatural strength. There was no escape, that was his lesson. He
could feel the liquid flowing down his thighs and knew his master
would be pleased to lick it up afterwards. When he felt the sting of
his master's essence filling him he felt relieved to know it was
over.

"You only exist to serve me now. Understand that!" he took Will's
wrist and bit into him deeply, too deep. Will screamed again from the
pain, but he didn't stop. The pain was so intense he couldn't stop.
It wasn't a gentle and clean bite as usual; it was rabid and sloppy,
tearing flesh down to the bone. Will felt the droplets of his own
blood fall on his face before his vision blurred and he passed out.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Vampire's Lair (the next morning)

Will moaned as he started to stir, his eyes fluttering
rapidly before they finally opened slowly. The warm silk blankets
covered him, but he still felt cold. His master must have drained him
more than usual. He looked over at his wrist and found it actually
bandaged professionally. He reached for the bandage and peeked behind
it to find he had stitches. He felt tears building up in his eyes at
the thought of what had transpired. He had been raped… brutally this
time. Why that made any difference he didn't know, but it did.

He felt the tears falling unabashedly this time. He had
refused to cry while here, but he couldn't hold them back any longer
now. He cried over his lost freedom, innocence, and safety. He
couldn't stand it. If he couldn't escape physically then he would
find another way. There had to be a way he could get away without the
vampire stopping him.

"So my pet awakens," the all-familiar dark, velvety seductive
voice called to him. He loved and hated that voice all at the same
time. He closed his eyes and rolled onto his side facing away from
his oppressor. It hurt to lie on his back. "I'm sorry I had to be so
cruel to you, William, but you needed to learn your place," he
purred, stroking back Will's hair and running a hand down his
body. "I only seek to bring you pleasure and power you've never
imagined. If you'd only listen to me I could give you the power to
destroy those that bring you pain. I truly love you my angel."

"Than release me," Will managed to say through his chocked
sob. "I miss my family, Elizabeth, and Jack," his captor laughed
jovially and pulled Will against his chest.

"Why do you miss those that don't care about you?" Will
looked over his shoulder in anger, vainly fighting against the arms
that bound him.

"What are you talking about? They love me! They don't hurt me
like you do!" his demon laughed once again, running fingers through
Will's hair and whispering in his ear.

"Oh, my love… it wasn't I that promised you the world only to
sleep with you once and then dump you. I'm not an abusive alcoholic
father, or a neglectful mother and I'm certainly not a self-absorbed
friend that flaunts my happiness in your face after you've had your
heart crushed," Will choked on a sob and tried to pull away again.

"Stop it!" he shouted, putting his hands over his ears. "They
love me! They love me!" he wailed, rocking as best he c whi while
held against the mythical creature, "please stop! Just leave me
alone…" he cried miserably, wanting to shut out everything that voice
was saying. It wasn't true. It wasn't true. It wasn't true! "They
love me…" he whimpered.

"Who are you trying to convince little one? Me… or yourself?"
he heard the startled gasp and the barely stifled sob as realization
started to melt away the denial shrouding his subconss. Bs. Before he
could turn to look at him the vampire disappeared and Will was alone
again in his dark room. He looked around hopelessly, tears still
streaming down his face. Suddenly the overwhelming loneliness came
crashing down on him and he longed for his dark companion. What the
shadow creature had said rang true in his mind and he couldn't bear
to face it alone.

"Come back… come back…" he whispered, his voice filled with
grief. "Don't leave me!" he screamed, but he received no answer. He
fell to the bed, crying into the mattress. His fists pulled on the
delicate fabric as he continued to expunge his despair.

He continued to cry until he couldn't cry anymore. He lay on the bed,
just staring out at nothing, his body still wracked with sobs but no
more tears to shed. How could this have happened to him? He wasn't a
bad person. He got good grades and obeyed his parents… when they were
reasonable requests. He never stole, drank, or smoked, and he rarely
lied. He sniffled again and pushed himself up from the mattress. He
wanted to go home… but that wasn't possible.

"Why bother anyway?" he mumbled bitterly. He wanted to say his captor
was wrong, but he knew everything he had said was right. His parents
didn't give a shit about him, Jack treated him like a joke, and
Elizabeth was more wrapped up in her own life. Why hadn't he seen it
before? "I have nothing…" he murmured, getting up from the bed in a
zombie-like state. He slowly shuffled over to his bathroom and closed
the door. He sat on the side of the tub and turned on the water,
adjusting it to the correct temperature. He lowered himself in
slowly, not bothering to take off his pajama bottoms. It wasn't his
intention to bathe anyway. Looking at his bandaged wrist he felt a
morbid calm flood his body as he pealed back the bandage to reveal
the stitches. They were rather large and an odd green color. Will
found himself fascinated by them and stared at them for quite
sometime before he started to pick at them.

Slowly at first, but soon he was scratching at them with insane fury.
Before he knew it all of them were removed and his blood was pouring
into the bath water making lovely diluted crimson patterns. He
couldn't believe how beautiful the movements of his life's fluid was,
so smooth and undulating. The patterns entranced him so he barely
noticed the dull ache in his wrist or the slowing of his heart. He
felt nothing. Only sweet comfort in knowing he would soon be gone.
Invisible… just like he always wanted. He rested his head back on the
black porcelain and closed his eyes as he waited for his life to end.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Port Royal Hospital

"Will he be okay, doctor?" Mrs. Turner's frantic voice
asked, "why did this happen to him? Now of all times! I've already
got so much going on," the doctor looked at her with a blank
expression.

"He should be fine… physically. But your son has suffered a
severe trauma. He's been raped and tortured. He has bite marks all
over his body, and he's dangerously anemic. On the plus side we've
recovered a sperm sample and should be able to positively identify
the man that did this to your son. We'll also administer an AIDS and
STD test."

"He's gay? My son's a queer…" came the drunken ramblings of
Bill Turner. His breath stunk of cheep booze and his eyes were
bloodshot. Mrs. Turner elbowed him and whispered for him to be quite
in a harsh voice, "what? It's true, ain't it?"

"Sir, with all due respect, all we know is that your son was
raped by a man, not his orientation. Just because your son was a
friend with him doesn't mean he wanted it. Don't worry." Bill Turner
smirked snidely and plunked himself back down onto one of the
uncomfortable chairs in the waiting area. He could barely stand as it
was anyway.

"Can I see him?" Mrs. Turner asked, her eyes brimming with
tears. The doctor nodded and led the way.

"I can't let you stay long, he needs to rest." she nodded and
followed obediently. William was in intensive care, hooked up to many
machines. She gasped as she first saw him, "it can be shocking, but
those machines are only monitoring his vitals and giving him oxygen.
Don't let them intimidate you," with that said, he turned and left.

Mrs. Turner walked over to the bed and took her son's hand in her
own. Will moaned and slowly opened his eyes. He looked around
fearfully before he finally saw his mother. Tears prickled at his
eyes and he tried to pull her towards him for a hug, finally feeling
safe.

"Mom! I missed you so much! It was horrible… he hurt me so
badly. I didn't know where I was or if he'd ever let me go!" he
looked around the hospital room again and realized he was back in
Port Royal. "How did I get here?" she looked down at him confused.

"Don't you remember? You were found locked in Jack's
basement, he's been arrested." Will's eyes opened in amazement and
his brow crinkled in confusion.

"What?! It wasn't Jack! It was… it was… I don't know his
name, but he was a vampire!"

"Honey, vampires aren't real. Jack abducted you from your
bedroom two weeks ago. We found his muddy boot prints on your carpet
and with the sperm sample the doctors collected from you we'll
definitely be able to prove he did it and put him away for a very
long time."

"But… but it wasn't him! I know it sounds crazy, but it was a
vampire… or some nutcase that thinks he was a vampire," he became
more frantic as he went, trying to sit up. "He said he needed me to
make himself stronger and he needed my blood to do it. He forced
himself on me and somehow he made me like it… I couldn't get out and
it was so dark…" he broke off as he was overcome with emotion. His
mother looked down at him in pity and shook her head.

"Oh, honey..."


*~*~*~*~*

Shrink's Office (Three weeks later)

"Now explain to me again why you think a ire ire abducted you
even though there are no signs to this and all the physical evidence
points to Mr. Sparrow?" Dr. Weaver asked once again. Will had been
seeing him everyday since he was released from the hospital. Everyone
was convinced he was suffering from posttraumatic stress disorder and
it had driven him mad. Will couldn't understand how there was
evidence to blame Jack. He knew what he saw… didn't he?

He had been adamant about his story the first few days. However as
time went by, even he started to believe them when they said he was
crazy. Will looked up at Dr. Weaver with his tired, hollow eyes and
shrugged. He didn't know what to say anymore. He didn't want Jack to
go to jail for something he didn't do. Even if Jack had broken his
heart, he didn't deserve twenty-five to life.

"I… I don't… not anymore. I don't know what I believe anymore," he
said softly, playing with the fringe on his black long sleeved t-
shirt.

"I think your attachment to Mr. Sparrow is what's causing you to make
up this elaborate fantasy. I also think that's why you claimed it was
why you manifested the vampire figure with mystical powers to make
you enjoy being raped. I think, subconsciously, you felt guilty about
once having feelings for him so you turned him into a monster."

"Wow… I never knew I was so complex," Will said, trying to sound
humorous, but in reality he just wanted to cry. Was he really losing
his mind? That did sound plausible, and this man had so many degrees
he must have been right. Plus, no one else believed him.

"It's not your fault, Will. This happens more often than you think
when the attacker is someone you know and love. You don't want to
believe someone you judged as a friend and lover to be capable of
such things."

"That makes sense…" Will mumbled. He just wanted to stop having to
come here, " cur cured?"

"Well, there is no `cure.' It's a long road to recovery, but I think
we can reduce our visits to three times a week," Will nodded and
stood up to leave, their time was up, "see you in a few days, better
check with reception before you leave." Will nodded again and left
silently.


*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Turner Home (Two Weeks Later)

Will lay ie tue tub attempting to soak away his troubles. He
rested his on on the rim and listened to the sounds of his patents
fighting. Things were definitely back to normal in the old Turner
home. His parents were back to ignoring him and his father continued
to verbally and occasionally physically abuse him. Called him faggot
and other joyful names. His mother mostly tried to pretend he wasn't
there. It was easier for her to just pretend the entire event hadn't
even happened. She refused to talk to the reporters that came to the
house and didn't even watch Jack's court case on TV.

Elizabeth had been by to see him most days until he finally
returned back to school. That had been a nightmare. So many `that's
him' stares and hushed voices that he ended up spending most of the
day rocking back and fourth in the handicapped stall until finally
James Norrington, Liz's boyfriend, had found him and took him to the
nurse. He couldn't concentrate in school and his grades were slipping
because of it.

"You stupid bitch! Why the fuck did I ever marry you?!" his
father yelled.

"Why did you propose if I disgust you so?!" his mother
retorted.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time!" at that his mother
went into a screaming rage, throwing things and cussing at the
drunken bastard that had once been her husband. Will closed his eyes,
took a deep breath and submerged himself in the water in an attempt
to block out the noise.

He cracked open his eyes to look up at the ceiling and slowly count
how long he was underwater. It was a game he had developed while
trying to keep his mind off the fighting. As he looked up he became
lost in thought again. Everything was so strange since his abduction.
His bite marks were explained by Jack admitting he used them as a way
of marking his property and that he had bled the boy in an attempt to
keep him from struggling.

The only thing no one could explain was Will's wrist. It was cut,
yes, but the cut looked as if an animal had done it. Jack denied any
knowledge of it and no one bought Will's explanation. So the details
of it simply slipped through the cracks.

`Maybe I did imagine the whole thing.' Will thought sadly.

"No you didn't, my love," came his tormentors voice, Will's eyes
burst open under the water and he saw the wavy vision of the vampire
hanging over the tub staring at him. Will screamed and burst above
the water to get a better look.

"NOOOO!" he screamed, looking around fearfully, but he was alone. His
breathing was frantic and his eyes wide with panic, but he couldn't
find any sign that someone had been there. "Where are you! Show
yourself!" he shouted to the empty room. The only response he
received was the pounding of his father on the door telling him
to `shut the hell up or else.'

Will choked back a sob and ran his hands down his face. He really was
losing his mind. He quickly finished his bath and then got out. He
dried off and put on his bathrobe. It was white, a symbol of purity
that no longer applied to him. He walked into his room and found the
window open again. He felt the ice-cold shiver run up his spine as
memories came flashing back to him. A huge gust of wind caused the
door to slam shut and a shadow dashed across his wall and out the
window.

"Go away!" Will wailed, tears of fear flowing down his face. He slid
down his wall and cried into his knees. "Just leave me alone…" he
whimpered. All he heard was the dark cackle of his master's voice
calling to him from outside his room.

"I'll never leave you, my love. Remember… you'll always be mine."

The voice made Will's blood run cold, and he scooted back up the wall
as fast as he could. He would never be free. No matter what the
shrinks said, no matter what pill they prescribed to help him sleep,
or how much everyone told him to just `get over it.' Posttraumatic
stress, schizophrenia or a real vampire… he would have to deal with
this for the rest of his life. He had to either give into his madness
or he could free himself.

"I can't give in," he said solemnly. With his ultimatum chosen, he
turned and silently made his way down the stairs. His mother was
crying in the living room, a new black eye adorning her face. Will
felt his heart ache for her, but he couldn't bring himself to comfort
her anymore. He had chosen his comfort. She would have to find her
own. He took out the large cutting knife they had and walked back up
to his room. She never even noticed he was there. His father was
passed out as usual, the stench of his breath so potent it stunk up
the hallway.

Will walked up to doorframe and looked at his father. He
wasn't always like this. Will could remember a time when his father
was a great man, husband, and father. But nothing good lasts forever
and things went sour long ago. Jobs were lost and friends were made
enemies etc.

"Goodbye, daddy," he called out softly, blowing him a kiss
before heading back to his room. He sat down on his bed, still clad
only in his robe. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his bandaged
wrist. Once again he removed them and looked upon them with a morbid
fascination. He took the remote for his CD player and set it up to
play Asleep by The Smiths on repeat. As the words filled his ears he
started to cry. He had listened to the song many times before and
always thought it was humorously morbid and joked with Liz that it
was the perfect song to commit suicide too.

"I wonder if she'll appreciate the irony?" he thought as he
dragged the blade down his stitches, splicing them in half once
again. The time however he also cut his other wrist. There would be
no coming back this time. He watched the blood run down his arms and
fingers, was fascinated by the patterns the drops made on the
bedspread.

"Mom will be so angry I stained her sheets," he said
offhandedly as he played with the drops. It didn't take long for him
to start to feel weak. He laid back on his bed and closed his eyes,
just listening to the soothing sad song. He found it ironic that it
was only now at the time of his death that he felt like laughing, as
if it was God's final joke. A miserable life leads men to embrace
death willingly.

"Good bye Jack…" he breathed as the last of his life slipped
from him. He had truly loved him, even if he was the one responsible
for this. He had had one amazing night with him, one night of perfect
bliss. With that last thought William Turner died.

He never saw the red eyes watching him from across the street. Those
same dark eyes that taunted him in his sleep and the same seductive
voice that mocked him and forced him to love whatever was bestowed
upon his body. The creature smiled and licked his lips. His plan had
worked perfectly. No one else would ever feast upon the boy and his
power would be his alone. He chuckled at the thought as he watched
the last of Will's blood flow from his veins. No one ever believed
his victims.

"What foolish creatures these mortals be…"


~fin~


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