11A/N: Oh my derp x3 you people are amazing. Just saying. Honestly, this story wouldn't even be to the third chapter yet if you guys weren't so derpiliciously awesome. Not kidding, Prussian awesome. Well, I'm just going to get some things straight here:
The Kjarlen are completely fictional. If you look them up you will come up with nothing.
Jennifer Klein is not a character in the show, however you will see exactly what part she plays in the story. Don't worry, she's not an OC either.
Also, just a huge thanks to you guys. You are all so patient with me when I'm such a terrible updater. I seriously have no excuse for it; I just get lazy.
Anyways, done with the A/N. Hopefully this will be my only one because I vowed not to be one of those authors who have an A/N every other chapter.
Also...there's a yaoi warning in this chap. Don't worry, it doesn't get explicit.
Date: September 18, 2011
Time: 4:35 pm
Jennifer Klein pushed on the bridge of her glasses and ran her hands to brush off her skirt, as if she had collected dust.
"Two shadows?" She repeated, a nearly disbelieving edge to her tone. The lights had been turned on a while back, which seemed to make the Icelandic male next to her incredibly anxious. Throughout the entire time he was talking, his eyes flicked around the room, almost like he was watching some unseen insect. Often times his face would compress slightly, as if he were cringing but trying not to show it, and at other times he seemed to be in a whole other world completely.
"Yes, two shadows," Emil confirmed, then shifted his eyes from the corner of the room to her, as if evaluating her reaction. Whatever he saw in her face must not have been what he was looking for, for his aura changed completely/ He suddenly took on a threatening atmosphere, gritting his teeth so hard you could see his jaw pushing out. "I'm not lying," He hissed, suddenly standing to his feet, little ripped pieces of paper falling from his lap. Klein took special note of this; she had not seen these before, which was odd in itself. It wasn't everyday she missed something.
"I never said you were lying," She replied calmly, hoping to prevent an outburst.
"No, but you were thinking it," Emil growled, eyes sparking with a fierce vehemence she had never seen in a person before. It was as if the calm and docile Emil from earlier had been kidnapped and replaced with a new Emil, a doppelganger of sorts. But she knew that hadn't happened…she had been next to him the whole time.
She could only stare, she seemed frozen in place.
What are you doing? She screamed at herself, Get up!
However, she couldn't. It was almost as if fear had gripped her and locked her in chains, none of her muscles wanted to respond. Why was she acting like this? She was Jennifer Klein, the unbreakable, the impenetrable…but something about this boy set her nerves ablaze. No…it wasn't the boy. This was a completely different energy.
Now determined to find what had her instincts on fire, Klein examined the fuming male. Her orbs peered around him, trying to find something, anything. And then she saw it.
Emil had two shadows.
And suddenly Klein had motivation to move.
"It appears I have overstayed my welcome," she said, standing up. Trying to keep her hands from shaking, she picked up the black bag containing the videotape. "Is it alright if I come back tomorrow?"
Emil seemed to have started to calm down; the threatening aura was dissipating at a rate that made her wonder why she ever thought he was threatening in the first place.
"Yeah," he said, sitting down, sounding defeated, "I suppose you can come back."
Klein smiled, "Thank you," and started to walk out the door. She stopped, however, just as one of her manicured fingers was about to touch the knob. In one motion, she turned, "You seem to have a mess there…want me to pick it up for you?" She gestured to the scattered pieces of ripped paper.
Emil looked at it, not even seeing it, and nodded his head. As she stooped to gather every piece she could, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. The memories were coming back, at first blurry, but now they seemed as if somebody had adjusted the focus on a camera. They burned his eyelids, tore apart his already broken sanity, threatened to overtake everything he had attempted to heal.
Klein finally finished and stood back up, now ready to leave the room.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Emil."
And then she was gone.
Emil cracked an eye open, satisfied she was gone, and quickly snatched up his journal and pencil. It had been some time since he had written in it...He flipped it open and thumbed through pages, trying to find his last entry. Once he had reached it, he turned to the fresh page and wrote down six words. Six words that he knew as a fact.
My soul is no longer safe.
He wrote no more.
They had started whispering again.
Silently, he stepped over to turn off the lights and then went to crawl under the simple sheet adorning his bed. Even with his feather stuffed pillow clamped tightly over his head, he could still hear them.
Good thing you can't see shadows in the dark.
My soul is no longer safe.
Date: September 3rd, 2009.
Time: 3:00 a.m.
Mathias woke up because he was wet.
Cold he can handle.
Hell, he sleeps like a baby in the cold.
But, add being wet into the mix? Nope. Not happening.
At first, he sort of just sat there, evaluating the level of moisture in his sleeping bag. After a while, he was determined that it was soaked.
"You've got to be shitting me…" He groaned while running a hand over his face. He yawned, summoning up the strength to crawl out of the sleeping bag. Finally with a few curses, he pulled himself out.
Did it rain…? He asked Jim, looking up at the sky. However, that made no sense. The sky was so crisp and clear, it was obvious it hadn't rained at all in the past twelve hours at the least. Not only that, but the telltale scent of fresh rain was nowhere in the air and the ground he stepped on seemed relatively dry…
What the Hell?
He picked up his sleeping back and felt along it. He was right; the bag was dripping with water. Confused, he turned his head in every direction he could, trying to find out how the Hell his sleeping bag was wet but nothing else was.
"Mathias," A smooth, deep voice called from just beyond the tree line. Instinctively from hearing his name, he looked up. He knew the voice…he just couldn't place it to a face.
Once he saw who stepped out of the trees, he nearly slapped himself. How could he forget that? Lukas looked utterly stunning in the milky moonlight, stepping out from behind a knotted tree. He fashioned an expression that Mathias had grown used to, but something about it seemed different tonight. Mathias struggled to put a finger on it as the Norwegian crossed the short space between them, the moonlight shining off of his pale angel-fine hair. He wasn't wearing his pin, which seemed odd to Mathias. He had never seen Lukas without it on. However this couldn't register in his head for the shorter male had reached to where Mathias was standing, his head tilted up to stare him dead in the eye.
Suddenly Mathias recognized what was different.
There was lust in Lukas' eyes.
Mathias' own eyes widened as Lukas placed a slender, callused hand onto the Dane's chest. It was such a startling temperature contrast to the freezing night air…for Lukas' hands were warm as if he had just warmed them by a fire.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Mathias asked, stuttering from the mere attraction building in his body. He wanted to take Lukas. He wanted to take him now.
Lukas said nothing, lowering his eyelids and gazing up at Mathias in a way that seemed sexy in such an unknowing way…yet there was no way Lukas didn't know what he was doing. His movements were too self-assured, too deliberate, "I'm doing something I should've done a long time ago…" he nearly purred, moving his body to match right up along Mathias'. He reached up and cupped Mathias' cheek with a heated hand, pulling it down to meet his lips.
Mathias did everything he could to not lose his mind right then and there. Lukas' body and lips were exactly like his hands, unnaturally warm. He probably had woken up a little before Mathias had, being cuddled by Emil, who had a tendency to do that whenever he and Lukas slept together. That would explain the warmth. However, it did not explain these hands that were roaming up Mathias' body, these lips that were moving in sync with Mathias' own, that chest that was pressed so tightly against his he could almost feel the heartbeat.
Mathias, bewildered, decided to jump on the opportunity and kiss back, his hands wrapping around Lukas' waist. Was this really happening? He couldn't tell, the lines between physical and mental seemed blurry now.
Lukas laughed and moved his lips from his mouth to place them at the base of the Dane's ear, his hot breath washing down Mathias' neck. It was a sensation that made Mathias grip tighter at Lukas' waist, anticipating what was to come next.
It was not what he thought.
A high pitched hum started to reverberate in the atmosphere, nearly jarring out his bones. He winced, trying to pull away from Lukas, but the Norwegian's grip was too tight.
"You don't belong," Lukas growled.
The words that left Lukas' mouth weren't human. They weren't even animal. They were otherworldly, the underlying voices beneath his own speaking from some other dimension. Alarmed, Mathias struggled to pull away, succeeding with about eight inches.
That was when alarmed turned into horrified.
Lukas' face was sagging, nearly slipping off his head. It was like a crappy latex mask in the sun, melting and folding over itself. His eyes had changed from deep azure to a boiling red, reflecting the moonlight in a way that was much less than pleasant. He grinned, revealing a mouth that had no teeth but a straight black hole.
Mathias reeled away, letting out a horse shout.
"You don't belong," the Lukas-thing purred, "don't belong, don't belong, do not belong!"
Mathias pushed away with all his strength, managing to rip away but fell to the ground. He pushed with his feet, desperate to reach some point of safety. Lukas-thing followed with a slow-like torture, singing his terrible song. Suddenly, Mathias felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up into the face of Belward, who had the same dripping-off look. He smiled a sickly-sweet smile and whispered, "wake up, Mathias."
"Wake up…"
"…wake up…"
"Wake up!"
With a jolt, Mathias opened his eyes and stared up into three mens' faces. Belward first, Lukas second, and Emil third. They all stared at him as if he were naked. Just to be safe, he looked down, and found he was all the way on the other side of their camp site. He frowned, taking note of the overturned sleeping bag and the way he had dragged a trail through the dirt.
"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Emil asked, attitude laced with every word.
Mathias sat up, brushing his hair with a hand, "I had a nightmare, I guess."
"No shit."
Lukas almost seemed to frown as he handed Mathias a blanket, "Well get ready. We're moving on in an hour or so."
Mathias accepted the clothes as Lukas and Emil walked away, talking quietly amongst themselves. He shuddered slightly, remembering the warmth of the Lukas-thing's body, and stood up.
"Some nightmare," Belward muttered, nodding towards Mathias' crotch area.
When Mathias looked down he found a very distinguishable lump.
Fantastic.