In retrospect he should have seen this happening. There was no possible way he would ever be able to outrun the reach of his father.
What he hadn't wanted to happen though was for other people to get involved.
He never told anyone about his past. Felix seemed to have an understanding smile whenever anything cropped up that most people would question. Especially people like Felix. Henrick was fine with not knowing, despite the way the curiosity prickled behind his eyes. Luka knew only the smallest details and that was only because he was part of that family. He knew about how dangerous the Vasilyev's could be. They were not the type to invite to reunions.
But the one person he really wanted to tell he simply couldn't.
Heck, that person didn't even know about his 'power'.
Aleksey played dumb whenever the question was brought up. Jae was curious over just why the Russian male was attending a school that catered mainly for 'different' people, and Aleksey would just shrug and say that there was nothing special about him - that he just happened to really like the school. Quétoune was a much nice place than where he'd grown up.
At least that part was true.
Anywhere was better than where Aleksey had grown up.
But running hadn't kept him hidden. Hiding hadn't worked. He was laying in bed one night when suddenly someone jumped him from the shadows and placed a rag over his face that smelled highly toxic. Chloroform wouldn't work - obviously it was something that would kill his lungs long enough to transport him to wherever his father was.
How long he'd been out Aleksey had no clue. He did remember his lungs burning while his brain shut off. Waking up with a sharp gasp, he tugged against the restraints and let out a yell.
Someone tossed a bucket of ice cold water over him and he choked and gasped against the cold. "Fuck!"
"Welcome back to the world of the living, Lyosha."
"Don't call me that," Aleksey growled, lifting his head and glaring at the figure that stood before him that spoke in Russian. Tall, broad shouldered and powerful, with hard eyes and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. Every image of the man that he called 'father'. "What the fuck do you want?"
"To thank you, my son," he said, adding a booming laugh to the end of his words. "For finding such a wonderful place filled with people like you."
Swallowing, he could still taste the lingering remains of whatever had cut off his air supply still on his lips. He tried to look around, to see just where he was but the room was dark. In the gloom he could see his father and a few of his lackeys. The air smelled stale, and there was an echo in the distance of water drops. Trust his father to keep to predictable ways; dark and abandoned warehouses. Somewhere someone was scrabbling against a set of chains and there was a loud growl. Deep, thunderous - animalistic.
"JAE!"
"Is that its name?" asked his father, grinning smugly at his son when the name left his lips. "I've been watching you, son, and I am impressed. I have been eager to expand my business into the 'Dark Sector', but none of my men have been capable of providing me with what I needed. As always, you have made me proud." He motioned to one of the cronies with a flick of his head. While the man moved and fixed another set of shackles around Aleksey's wrists, the one known as his father crushed out the cigarette under his boot. "Bring him," he ordered and set off into the gloom.
Yanked up from his sitting position by the back of his collar, someone pushed his back to get him moving and with the jingle of chains he followed his the form of his father, head hung low. Another crook swept a torch before them until they reached where the sound of struggle, chains and growls were coming from.
Aleksey looked up, fearful of who he'd see hanging from the wall, although he knew inside just who it was his father had captured.
"I only managed to acquire one, but there are more I will have. I want the one they call 'Vincent'," his father said, still speaking in Russian. Aleksey had tried to teach Jae a few words, but there was no way he'd understand the exchange between the men.
"Jae..."
"Aleksey!" Eyes were wide and he tugged at the chains. His feet could barely touch the floor, forcing him to rest his weight on the balls of his feet. Arms were pulled high and apart, shackled to the wall. The chains gleamed silver in the dull light. "Aleksey, what's going on?"
"Tell him, Lyosha."
"I said don't call me that," he growled once more, glaring at his father before turning sad eyes upon his friend. "I am sorry, Jae. I should have told you." He pulled at the weight that forced his arms to hang and prevent him from lifting his arms. He wanted to save his friend. He wanted to protect Jae from all of this. Jae believed himself to be the monster - but he was nothing compared to what Aleksey had done. "I should told you everything."
His father laughed once more, clapping a hand on his son's shoulder. "Such emotion from boy who kills!" he laughed, and several of his men began laughing with him. "Trying to be friend with werewolf." He stepped towards Jae, gripping the Asian male's chin in his large hand. "I am Yuri Vasilyev. I am Aleksey's father and he has made me very proud man."
"W-what do you want with me?"
"You are werewolf," Yuri said. "I wish to expand business into werewolf fights, but one who would make good champion is...how you say...'immune' to werewolf bite."
At the explination, Aleksey turned his head, looking away. His shoulders ached, his lungs burned and he didn't want to watch how his own father seemed to be practically fondling Jae's face with gentle strokes of his large hand. Jae looked confused and frightened. It made Aleksey wish he had told the Asian male much sooner about the dark secrets he hid behind his cheerful smile.
"What are you talking about?" Jae asked, voice trembling but that growl was still present. He was a creature not designed to be caged, but the chains held him firm.
Once again Yuri's laugh came in a sharp bark. "You are too soft to make good fighter, but I can use you to make army of werewolves. I will become unstoppable. Once I acquire werewolf called Vincent, there is vampire who will provide me with all I need. I will expand business into supernatural world. I will become like God."
Aleksey ground his teeth together, tugging on his own shackles. His shoulder tugged and pulled in it's socket. He could feel everything tearing in his rage. "You bastard!" Aleksey roared, ramming his aching shoulder into one of his father's men. "I should have killed you!"
There was a loud bang and Aleksey fell to his knees, blood seeping into his white shirt from the bullet wound that tore right through his shoulder. The other cronie his father had brought with him stood with the gun pointed directly at his boss' son. Jae watched in horror as Aleksey fell to the flood, blood slowly pooling around him.
"You killed him!"
Yuri, however, seemed unfazed by the fact his own son had just been shot. Instead he merely laughed at Jae's cry. "Lyosha has suffered far worse than bullet wound," he said. To prove his point he stood beisde the crumpled form and placed his large boot upon Aleksey's arm. "Show him, boy. Show werewolf monster he should fear."
With an ear piercing cry of pain, Aleksey tugged at his already injurge arm until the ligaments tore and the shoulder popped out of it's socket. He didn't stop there. Using the hand of his other arm, Aleksey pushed his own body, crying out in pain as he tore skin, muscle and fabric, his father constantly crushing the ruined arm.
It took a while, and the pain was unbearable to the point where he almost passed out several times until all that was left was hanging tissue and blood leaking from his body in such amounts that his head swam. He couldn't stand - could only kneel. He kept his head down, unable to look up and see the look of sheer horror that he knew would be plain on Jae's face. He'd been shot and now he'd ripped off his own right arm.
"Boy does not die," Yuri said simply, watching everything as if he had seen it all before. "No, that is not right. Boy does die." He grinned maliciously and grabbed a handful of Aleksey's hair, jerking his head backwards. Aleksey's face was as white as paper and a trickle of blood leaked down from his lips. "It is that boy does not stay dead." He pushed Aleksey away from him and he fell to the floor with a sickening thump and lay there, eyes open and dead, his shirt stained with his own blood.
Yuri looked down at his son with disgust before walking away. "I will be back in morning for you two," he said as he stalked off, flanked by his two men, leaving Jae hanging in the dark while Aleksey remained motionless on the floor.
"Aleksey...?" Jae whispered once he was certain that there was no one around. The loud bang signalling that Aleksey's father had left had finished resounded around the warehouse over half an hour ago, but Aleksey hadn't moved. Able to see in the darkness, Jae could see clearly everything that had happened. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "Aleksey...wake up...please..."
Five...Ten...Maybe fifteen minutes passed and nothing but silence stretched out. The only sound Jae could hear was his own breathing until suddenly Aleksey's body lurched up into a sitting position and he let out a loud gasp, pulling in his first breath.
"Aleksey!"
Staring around frantically, it took him a few moments before everything came back to him. "It has been while since I died twice in one night..." he mumbled to himself, reaching up with his left hand torub at his eyes.
"Aleksey...what's happening? You were...You were dead..."
Taking a deep breath to stell himself, Aleksey looked up from his position on the floor to where Jae was still hanging. His heart ached when he saw the expression on his friend...no...on his boyfriend's face. Unable to look at him for long, he looked away, lifting his left hand to curl his fingers around the stump that was slowly recreating itself into his lost limb. His father had taken his arm with him and removed the shackles from around his wrists.. His ankles were still chained. He wouldn't be able to run.
He never should have run in the first place. If he had just stayed then Jae wouldn't have had to witness such a traumatic thing.
"I..." he began, licking at his lips, trying to find the right way to explain everything. It was far from the right place, but he had to explain everything now. He owed Jae that much. Nearly two months of withholding nearly every detail about his life before Delacroid from the person he was dating was simply too long to hold onto the secrets he had. "I have gift like other students at school." That much was obvious now, but he felt he should start at the beginning. "My body it...it heals." Using as much strength as he could muster, Aleksey shuffled across the floor until he was beside Jae, leaning his back against the wall. He swallowed hard, the pain racing through his body in waves while it repaired itself. "I cannot control it. It heals what it is worse injury first. Bullets heal fast...which is why he..."
"He made you pull of your own arm! What kind of father does that to his own son!?"
Aleksey chuckled dryly, no amusement in the sound. "The kind to use his own son as assasin." He swallowed again, choking against the blood still in his lungs. With so much going on in his body it was having a difficult time keeping up with what needed to be healed first. Physical wounds it healed faster than internal problems. His lungs were on hold until his arm was fixed it seemed. "I was five and hostage...Rival mob boss wanted to crush my father and went after family." He leaned his head back against the cool brick of the wall behind him and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of his own laboured breathing and Jae's softer breaths. He no longer seemed as terrified as he had a few moments ago, but Aleksey could still hear the fear in the other male. "He was to hand over large sum of money to get family back. My father paid up but man did not uphold his end of bargain. He shot both mother and son in head."
The memory was fuzzy in his mind, enforced mainly by what his own father had told him had happened. Aleksey could barely remember his own mother, but the memory stung in his chest with a pain worse than any wound he had suffered.
"Broken by what happened, my father swore vengance but then he was given blessing."
"You surived..." Jae finished for him.
"Sometimes I wish I had stayed dead..." Aleksey admitted. "He used his own son to get revenge for my mother's death. To see body of child he had thought dead return to kill him - he was terrified." Another wave of pain hit as his arm rebuilt itself even more. He could feel the bones snapping into place; all the muscles and skin growing together in a highly disgusting way. He was glad the arm was on the opposite side to Jae. He didn't want Jae to see it happening. "You believe you are monster but you have never killed. I was made into monster at age five and have killed more men than I can count."
"W-what do you want with me?"
"You are werewolf," Yuri said. "I wish to expand business into werewolf fights, but one who would make good champion is...how you say...'immune' to werewolf bite."
At the explination, Aleksey turned his head, looking away. His shoulders ached, his lungs burned and he didn't want to watch how his own father seemed to be practically fondling Jae's face with gentle strokes of his large hand. Jae looked confused and frightened. It made Aleksey wish he had told the Asian male much sooner about the dark secrets he hid behind his cheerful smile.
"What are you talking about?" Jae asked, voice trembling but that growl was still present. He was a creature not designed to be caged, but the chains held him firm.
Once again Yuri's laugh came in a sharp bark. "You are too soft to make good fighter, but I can use you to make army of werewolves. I will become unstoppable. Once I acquire werewolf called Vincent, there is vampire who will provide me with all I need. I will expand business into supernatural world. I will become like God."
Aleksey ground his teeth together, tugging on his own shackles. His shoulder tugged and pulled in it's socket. He could feel everything tearing in his rage. "You bastard!" Aleksey roared, ramming his aching shoulder into one of his father's men. "I should have killed you!"
There was a loud bang and Aleksey fell to his knees, blood seeping into his white shirt from the bullet wound that tore right through his shoulder. The other cronie his father had brought with him stood with the gun pointed directly at his boss' son. Jae watched in horror as Aleksey fell to the flood, blood slowly pooling around him.
"You killed him!"
Yuri, however, seemed unfazed by the fact his own son had just been shot. Instead he merely laughed at Jae's cry. "Lyosha has suffered far worse than bullet wound," he said. To prove his point he stood beisde the crumpled form and placed his large boot upon Aleksey's arm. "Show him, boy. Show werewolf monster he should fear."
With an ear piercing cry of pain, Aleksey tugged at his already injurge arm until the ligaments tore and the shoulder popped out of it's socket. He didn't stop there. Using the hand of his other arm, Aleksey pushed his own body, crying out in pain as he tore skin, muscle and fabric, his father constantly crushing the ruined arm.
It took a while, and the pain was unbearable to the point where he almost passed out several times until all that was left was hanging tissue and blood leaking from his body in such amounts that his head swam. He couldn't stand - could only kneel. He kept his head down, unable to look up and see the look of sheer horror that he knew would be plain on Jae's face. He'd been shot and now he'd ripped off his own right arm.
"Boy does not die," Yuri said simply, watching everything as if he had seen it all before. "No, that is not right. Boy does die." He grinned maliciously and grabbed a handful of Aleksey's hair, jerking his head backwards. Aleksey's face was as white as paper and a trickle of blood leaked down from his lips. "It is that boy does not stay dead." He pushed Aleksey away from him and he fell to the floor with a sickening thump and lay there, eyes open and dead, his shirt stained with his own blood.
Yuri looked down at his son with disgust before walking away. "I will be back in morning for you two," he said as he stalked off, flanked by his two men, leaving Jae hanging in the dark while Aleksey remained motionless on the floor.
"Aleksey...?" Jae whispered once he was certain that there was no one around. The loud bang signalling that Aleksey's father had left had finished resounded around the warehouse over half an hour ago, but Aleksey hadn't moved. Able to see in the darkness, Jae could see clearly everything that had happened. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "Aleksey...wake up...please..."
Five...Ten...Maybe fifteen minutes passed and nothing but silence stretched out. The only sound Jae could hear was his own breathing until suddenly Aleksey's body lurched up into a sitting position and he let out a loud gasp, pulling in his first breath.
"Aleksey!"
Staring around frantically, it took him a few moments before everything came back to him. "It has been while since I died twice in one night..." he mumbled to himself, reaching up with his left hand torub at his eyes.
"Aleksey...what's happening? You were...You were dead..."
Taking a deep breath to stell himself, Aleksey looked up from his position on the floor to where Jae was still hanging. His heart ached when he saw the expression on his friend...no...on his boyfriend's face. Unable to look at him for long, he looked away, lifting his left hand to curl his fingers around the stump that was slowly recreating itself into his lost limb. His father had taken his arm with him and removed the shackles from around his wrists.. His ankles were still chained. He wouldn't be able to run.
He never should have run in the first place. If he had just stayed then Jae wouldn't have had to witness such a traumatic thing.
"I..." he began, licking at his lips, trying to find the right way to explain everything. It was far from the right place, but he had to explain everything now. He owed Jae that much. Nearly two months of withholding nearly every detail about his life before Delacroid from the person he was dating was simply too long to hold onto the secrets he had. "I have gift like other students at school." That much was obvious now, but he felt he should start at the beginning. "My body it...it heals." Using as much strength as he could muster, Aleksey shuffled across the floor until he was beside Jae, leaning his back against the wall. He swallowed hard, the pain racing through his body in waves while it repaired itself. "I cannot control it. It heals what it is worse injury first. Bullets heal fast...which is why he..."
"He made you pull of your own arm! What kind of father does that to his own son!?"
Aleksey chuckled dryly, no amusement in the sound. "The kind to use his own son as assasin." He swallowed again, choking against the blood still in his lungs. With so much going on in his body it was having a difficult time keeping up with what needed to be healed first. Physical wounds it healed faster than internal problems. His lungs were on hold until his arm was fixed it seemed. "I was five and hostage...Rival mob boss wanted to crush my father and went after family." He leaned his head back against the cool brick of the wall behind him and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of his own laboured breathing and Jae's softer breaths. He no longer seemed as terrified as he had a few moments ago, but Aleksey could still hear the fear in the other male. "He was to hand over large sum of money to get family back. My father paid up but man did not uphold his end of bargain. He shot both mother and son in head."
The memory was fuzzy in his mind, enforced mainly by what his own father had told him had happened. Aleksey could barely remember his own mother, but the memory stung in his chest with a pain worse than any wound he had suffered.
"Broken by what happened, my father swore vengance but then he was given blessing."
"You surived..." Jae finished for him.
"Sometimes I wish I had stayed dead..." Aleksey admitted. "He used his own son to get revenge for my mother's death. To see body of child he had thought dead return to kill him - he was terrified." Another wave of pain hit as his arm rebuilt itself even more. He could feel the bones snapping into place; all the muscles and skin growing together in a highly disgusting way. He was glad the arm was on the opposite side to Jae. He didn't want Jae to see it happening. "You believe you are monster but you have never killed. I was made into monster at age five and have killed more men than I can count."
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