Fic- Forever Part Twelve

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Forever

By Branwen Blaidd & Oncoming Scone

Part Twelve of Thirty One

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Rating: Adult - Dark Themes, Violence, Graphic sex, AU

Spoilers: Torchwood & Doctor Who all seasons to date.

Summary: Set after Exit Wounds and Journey’s End, no-one is coping with recent tragic events. In an attempt to bring the team back to unity and strength, Ianto makes a decision that will change the fate of Torchwood, and the world, Forever.

Disclaimers: Despite 5 months of creating this together, we own nothing and never will! The various songs, verses, etc do not belong to us either. 

Notes: This is AU, though it begins in line with canon up to Exit Wounds. We hope to post one chapter each day at roughly the same time. Comments please!

 

 

 

 

 

Two days. Ianto had been locked in the cell for two days, starving. Jack had watched him, every single moment, even when Ianto was so far away from himself that Jack could hardly bear it.

The mood swings were the worst. Ianto went from that quiet, dark evil, to absolute fury and desperation. Jack felt fear and sickness coursing through him at the sight of his Ianto consumed like that.

In that last hour, Ianto began to shake. His face went grey and he looked sick, weak. But Jack could still feel the strength of that vampire inside him, stronger with desperation.

“Gwen, go home,” Jack said.

“But…if you’re going to…”

“Hush,” said Jack, aware that Ianto was listening. “You shouldn’t be here. Go home. It’ll be all right.”

Gwen hesitated, then nodded. She bit her lip. She knew too that this might be the end. He reached out and pulled her into a hug, buried his nose in her hair. Smelt her hair. Breathed her in.

Would he see her again? What would she be left with? Would she come in to find them both dead in the cell? Or Ianto dead? Or maybe just Jack dead on the floor and Ianto loose, ready to hurt her? He would lock them in the cell together so if it didn’t work, Ianto couldn’t hurt her.

In the cell, Ianto laughed quietly as he watched Jack and Gwen embrace. “Say your goodbyes!” he said, almost singing with happiness. “You won’t see him again, little girl.”

Jack ignored him. He took Gwen’s hand and squeezed it. “I’ll walk you out.”

Gwen had never held onto him so tightly, but then she was gone. Maybe she would find both their bodies in the morning.

Jack watched Ianto on the CCTV, watched him pace and shake with anger and hunger.

Jack slipped his hand into his trouser pocket. The bottle was still there. He smoothed his fingers over the neck of it, then slowly withdrew it.

All this time, all this space, all this darkness. And now this could be it. The cure could kill him. Ianto could kill him.

He watched Ianto and blinked tears from his eyes. His final sacrifice, after so many deaths. This was the end. From Rose to Ianto.

Thank you, Doctor, he whispered.

He opened the bottle and looked down at it. The liquid inside was thick and dark red, like blood. He raised it and inhaled the scent.

He heaved. It stunk like rotten flesh. He shuddered. He would have to drink this? But he would. He’d do it for Ianto.

He wished he could remember what the girl said he was supposed to remember. But it wouldn’t come. There was too much else in his head.

He breathed deeply, closed his eyes, held his nose and drank the liquid. He downed it in one, hoping he wouldn’t taste it too much.

It didn’t work. The taste invaded his whole body and he thought he might choke with it. He shivered, his veins tingling. He went weak. He sat down abruptly, fighting dizziness. Was this it? He couldn’t die before he’d even done anything to help Ianto!

He sat completely still on the floor, trying to clear his head. He tried to breathe slowly and deeply. He would be all right. In just a minute, he’d be fine.

He glanced up at the monitor, which still showed Ianto. He was now leaning against the glass, his eyes closed. He was still, apart from the slight shaking of his hands still pressed against the glass.

Without the malevolent glare, Ianto looked almost like himself again, just rather pale. Jack craved him, yearned to hold him in his arms and comfort him. But he couldn’t. Not yet. 

It was time to go downstairs. Jack took a deep breath and stood. He walked slowly down to the cell, as if he was going to his own execution. He might well be.

                                                    * * *

Ianto was crumpled on the floor, shivering. He needed blood. Any blood. He heard a sound and his head jerked up. Jack. Ianto grinned. He could hear the blood rushing through his veins. What else mattered but that? Ianto licked his lips. He would have him; have that thick, life-giving blood coursing through his veins. Ianto would drink it, savour the taste, swallow Jack’s life down.

He leapt to his feet, eyes blazing, fists clenched; a figure of towering strength. He smirked at Jack.

“I can smell you,” he hissed. “Smell your blood.”

Jack was reminded of Owen stepping into that cage with a weevil. He was going to be ripped apart. He had to have faith that this would save Ianto. But even if it didn’t, Gwen would know what to do. She would be safe. She would sort out Torchwood. But it had to be Jack. It was their best chance for surviving this. Together.

“I can smell your fear, little boy,” Ianto sneered. “You should be scared. It’s going to hurt so much. Oh…how I’m going to tear you.”

Jack swallowed. Of all his deaths this would rank as one of the most unpleasant. It could be final. He could be raped and tortured until he died. How long would it last? Surely Ianto was so starved he would just drink him and be done?

Jack was the closest he’d ever been to saying a prayer. He thought of all Ianto’s prayers, the prayers to God Jack’s sweet boy had whispered in the dark in times of fear.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
Should I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

That was the one Jack had heard most often. Ianto, the old Ianto, whispered it in the darkness, half to himself when he felt there was nothing but death and fear all around him.

Jack didn’t believe in any God, just a Lord. He had one hope. That hope would always be there, his hope for the universe. “In your honour,” he murmured.

He opened the cell door and stepped inside, locking it quickly behind him.

Ianto was so surprised that Jack would walk to his own death so readily that he froze, expecting some trick. He grinned, revealing his teeth, as he stared at Jack.

Jack summoned all the bravery he could muster. For Ianto. For the Doctor. For Gwen. For all of them. He took a deep breath, his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

“Come on, then,” he said gently. “Do you want me or not?”

Ianto glared for one long moment and then lunged forward.

Jack glimpsed a flash of white fangs. 

“I bring life,” he breathed.

Those sharp fangs tore into him, ripping skin, spilling blood. Jack whimpered as pain invaded him, then, mercifully, the darkness came.

* * *

The Vampire fed eagerly, desperately, thoroughly; the man in his arms fading faster and faster as deep red blood poured into his mouth from the puncture in that soft neck.

If he had not been draining the man’s blood, the vampire would have crushed him to death by now, so urgent was his feeding. He held his prey like a rag doll, tasting that essence, feeling it pump through his own veins and fill him properly.

He tingled with power, softly rocking against the flaccid body in his arms. He sucked harder and harder, ensuring every last drop was gone. He was tired of this human. This meddlesome man. He wanted to make sure he did not come back.

But he consumed his scent nonetheless, that powerful, erotic smell. It pulled at him, consuming him, stronger even than the scent of blood.

Pleasure racked his body, filling his insides. He was strong again, hard again, alive. He climaxed as the thrill of his feed, the triumph of his kill, the rush of blood in his flesh overwhelmed him.

He went rigid against the lifeless body in his arms and screamed out his release for several seconds. A roar of victory filled the cell, filled the whole hub and echoed through to the ground above. And he laughed.

He let the man drop to the floor and staggered against the wall for support, dazed with pleasure. It was so good. He smirked at the body by his feet and wiped his blood-smeared mouth.

“I’m going to count to one hundred,” he panted. “If you haven’t come back to life by then, I’ll…”

But he couldn’t finish the sentence. His head felt foggy.

“Oh,” he groaned. “That was such a good…” Again, he lost his words. He dropped to the floor.

“What have you done?” he cursed through gritted teeth. “You fucking stupid little man. You can’t kill me! I am forever! Do you hear me? Do you fucking hear me? You can’t get rid of me. I’m forever!”

The cell around him began to blur. Tingling overtook him, rocking his entire body. He jerked against the floor, fighting it with every inch of himself. He wasn’t going to give up. He was forever. He was fucking forever. He shuddered, prone on the floor.

 And then the darkness claimed him too.

Comments

[schnuckel.livejournal.com]

Oh.
The bit with Jack thinking about Ianto's prayers really cut through me. Oh God, my poor boys!
I simply adore this, just adore it.

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

Oh crap on toast...crap on TOAST!!!! But it's not even halfway done yet...so....something has to happen... GAH.

I'm with schnuckel that bit about Ianto's prayers just about killed me.

[iseabail.livejournal.com]

OMG.
I hope it worked. Please don't let Jack be dead.
Can't wait for tomorrow.
You're killing me, you know that? ;)

And I loved the mention of the Doctor and Rose.

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

I'm so hoping it works! Great update

[trektotorch.livejournal.com]

Great chapter. I've been waiting for this scene. I hope it works and we get our Ianto back. I do wonder if Ianto thought this becoming a vampire thing totally out to the conclusion of what that would mean for him. I know his motive was to be with Jack forever, but seems like Ianto didn't consider the outcome. Also, if/when he returns to normal the guilt will be tremdous for him to bear.

[stargazer60.livejournal.com]

Wow...powerful chapter.....

Can't wait for the aftermath.....something else *has* to happen since there's so many chapters left!!

[morgia.livejournal.com]

Really Chapeau bas, is brilliant.

I didn't know it was a real prayer, I heard it in Enter sandman by Metallica and thought it was verey good.....

Bravo, I wait for more.

[agent-girlsname.livejournal.com]

Wow, brilliant, cant wait for the next past :)

[tiggerbrasilf.livejournal.com]

So you're going to leave it there and make us wait??? *sniff*

[drunkendeadcat.livejournal.com]

like it

[rammstein-twood.livejournal.com]

oooh!
i need to know whats happening :D
xxx