Note: I just had to! :) Epilogue to the “Escape into the Hurricane” short stories. Enjoy.

Rating/Category/Pairing: NC-17 / dark, supernatural, slash / Ian Somerhalder, Shannon and Jared Leto

Recommended songs: 30 Seconds To Mars – Birth and City of Angels (Piano version)

Birth

“I will save you from yourself
Time will change everything about this hell
Are you lost?
Can't find yourself?
You're north of Heaven
Maybe somewhere west of Hell”

Blood rushing unstoppable. The metallic taste fills his mouth but he doesn’t gag. No, he even tastes some sweetness after each gulp of the crimson fluid that slides down on his throat to ease that unbearable hunger that was tearing at his insides since the moment he opened his eyes and looked into that golden brown gaze. He can hear the vein tear open some more as he tugs on the neck, the source of his remedy. The blood starts rushing again and he has to swallow faster to stop wasting it. He feels the control completely slide out of his hands as some beastly force takes over him, making his mind hazy with a red fog. It’s hot and cruel and greedy and he wants so much more! It fills him with power and terrifies him at the same time. He has no other thought than to drink and take as much as he can…

“That’ll be enough, Ian” he heard the calm raspy voice from a distance and the touch of that big hand on his shoulder but he jerked away. This was his food, he wanted it all to himself. No one can have it besides him! He even growled warningly like an animal protecting its prey. The grip returned on his shoulder and it was stronger this time. He couldn’t resist the pull that suddenly separated him from the source of the sweet blood. “He’s dead, you have to stop. You can’t drink from them after their hearts stopped” he heard. He knew this voice well but it sounded so different. He heard it so much clearer. Ian was panting slightly, blood dripping from his mouth and sharp fangs. He touched his tongue to their tip still confused. He was staring at the corpse on the floor. It looked like a broken and very pale doll. It looked and felt so surreal, but he knew that was the harsh reality. As the pounding in his ear quieted down and his mind cleared somewhat from the red fog of bloodlust it dawned on him what he had done.

“I… I killed him…” he said hoarsely and his own voice sounded strange to him. He kept staring at the lifeless body completely still and frozen to the spot. He just sat back on his heels and swallowed hard. He couldn’t decide how to feel about it. Ignorance and terror was fighting inside of him. His old self was appalled from what he’d done, but on the other hand he didn’t care anymore. A rational voice told him it was necessary in order to survive. And he’d have to do this every night from now on if he wanted to survive. He felt Shannon’s eyes on him and soon the muscular arms enclosed him into an embrace, turning him to the drummer. Ian buried his face in the strong chest and inhaled the familiar yet new scent. The actor took a wobbly breath then another as he heard Shannon murmuring soothingly to him about overwhelming senses and emotions and that it will be easier to control those after a little while. Ian fisted his hands at the other man’s sides as he held on to his old T-shirt as if his life depended on it.

The confusion of his mind and senses was still there. It was so strange as part of his mind was still shocked from the kill but at the same time it was already processing the changes in and around him. Ian could hear the blood rushing in his veins filling him with new life, he could clearly hear Shan’s heartbeats under his ear and hear his blood pumping in his veins too. During the years he had spent as their pet he had learned that not all vampires lack a pulse… and now… now he was one of those vampires. He was one of them. He could hear, taste, smell and feel everything like the brothers did and boy, the difference was mind-blowing! He opened his eyes again and everything was crystal-clear even in the half-light of the room where he was reborn less than two hours ago. He saw every brush stroke on the painting across the room, he could’ve counted each strand of the carpet if he wanted. He smelled not just Shan’s perfume and natural sweet odor but the flowers from the living room and the scent of the body behind him too… and something else. As he focused he slowly realized that it was the smell of decay that have already started taking over the carcass. He heard the cars driving by in the city, the crickets further away and people walking by on the street. He heard footsteps and his eyes darted painfully fast towards the door.

“S-shanny… what have you done?!” they heard the shocked and familiar voice.

Ian’s heart skipped a beat as he set eyes on the other Leto. He looked even more beautiful. Almost glowing in an unearthly light. Ian’s eyes rounded as he quickly drank in every detail of the beloved man from his clothing to the lights in his big blue eyes. Confusion returned to him as he saw Jared’s expression change and show shock, anger and disappointment. Mostly anger. Ian saw the long wavy hair move in slow motion although Jared moved faster than lightning and in the next moment the sudden pain took Ian’s breath away as he found himself tossed against a drawer. He didn’t understand anything as he looked up holding his side and saw the younger brother beating up Shannon who didn’t try to resist at all.

It was fascinating and disturbing how sharp the pain felt in Ian’s chest from Jared’s reaction. He thought he would be happy to see him alive… well mostly alive. He didn’t love him that much after all? Ian wanted to help on his new sire, he felt a burning urge to do so, but seeing or rather feeling his intentions the older brother waved no with his hand, letting a now very quiet Jared hitting his chest.

“You cruel bastard! Why…? Why did you do this to me… to him?!” he cried out and Ian realized from the shaking of his shoulders that he was crying quietly into his brother’s neck as the strong arms closed around him this time “You should’ve let him die!”

Ian felt hard to breathe from the cruel words and he curled up as he touched his face feeling tears run down on it. He felt unwanted, a nuisance in the way. Since his emotions were enhanced the bitter sadness overwhelmed him and he could hardly breathe and couldn’t stop the soft whines that escaped him. He suddenly felt scared. What if they sent him away. For Shannon Jared mattered the most. He knew that very well. If the younger Leto decided so, a fate of loneliness or worse would await him. How was he supposed to cope with his new self? How would he contain his hunger and know what a newborn vampire has to know? How can he switch off this awful pain he is feeling? Why did Jared reject him? Didn’t he do everything for him? For a morsel of his affection? Didn’t he prove himself loyal in the past few years? After all it was Shannon who turned him, not him. He didn’t break his vow about not creating another vampire or monster as he put it before leaving him to die on that bed. How can he stop the tears?

In his confusion he felt a cool hand on his face and he was forced to look up. He froze seeing the teary and now sad blue eyes from close. “Why? Why do you hate me like this?” Ian breathed barely audible and pressed his back against the drawer, afraid of Jared’s anger. But the rest of that anger behind those colorful irises wasn’t addressed to him.

“I don’t. I… just wanted to spare you from what’ll come after this…” he sighed, his eyes scanning the wide-eyed newborn vampire and the changes his brother’s blood made to him.

“What do you mean?” Ian asked still suspicious, half-expecting a violent outburst against him too.

“An eternity filled with misery and pain as I’ve told you before I left” he answered feeling and seeing the fear in their loyal lover. It made Jared sigh sadly. “I won’t hurt you, Ian.”

“I don’t care. I’m with you two… if you two want that” he swallowed hard” That’s all that counts to me. You… you want me? Or should I go?” he asked the last question only whispering.

“Stay” Shan answered before Jared could say anything “I’m your Sire now. I have to teach you many things” he said seriously as he wiped off some blood from the corner of his mouth – a result of his brother’s previous assault. “We’ll find a place for you in our family. Right Jay?” he asked his brother kneeling next to him now.

“Right, Shanny…” he nodded and looked at the shorter man.

“I did it for you, Jay. I know you would’ve regretted for the rest of your life if he died. You love him too” he murmured on his deep voice. His brother only nodded with a faint smile and turned his head back to Ian, who looked at them with shining and obviously overjoyed eyes.

“We’ll teach you how to find your true self, Ian. You are one of us now” he leant in and pecked the reborn actor’s lips tenderly and Ian had no other choice than melt into the kiss and embrace of the Leto brothers. Finally he felt truly at home.

“A new day, a new age, a new face, a new lay,
A new love, a new drug, a new me, a new you…”

The End?

By: Useless-girl

15/11/2013

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