The Hunt 11/?
Author: soncnica
Rating: 'NC-17'
Genre/pairing: Jared/Jensen AU
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Word count: cca. 5.600 this chapter
Summary: It's the time of The Hunt again. And this year Jensen has to particapate. Jared is a werewolf who hasn't found his mate yet in all the years he's been participating in The Hunt. But this year... he smells something he wants.
Warnings: *takes a deep breath* werewolf!Jared, bloodplay, branding, barebacking, wall!sex, biting, tattoo!kink, mental links, chuffing/presten, scenting, skitish!Jensen (but not too much, he is a man after all), language, dirty talk, knotting, death of minor character(s), age difference (Jared is 28, Jensen is 18), NO CHARACTER DEATH (Jared and Jensen survive, he), NOT UNDERAGE, NO BESTIALITY (that means no wolf!Jared/Jensen okay a little scene, but it's 'you blink and it's gone' trust me), and a lot more warnings to come. I'll post warnings with chapters, so THIS CHAPTER: nothing, but if you see something tell me.
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine! NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION!
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A/N: Writen for this prompt at spn_hardcore animalistic behavior meme.
He munched on the bread and dried meat until his teeth started to ache from biting and chewing the meat that had a texture like dried cow skin; all leather like and no taste at all.
He sighed and put the food down on the bed, picking up the shirt and pants and putting them on with slow movements. He wanted to get away from this cave, wanted to go out, but… what would happen once he'd be out? What… what was Jared planning on doing? Where was he taking him?
He took another bite of the bread, almost choking on some crumbs that went the wrong direction when he got up to walk towards a table that sat all alone in the far corner. He placed the half eaten piece of bread on it near a small candle; wax flowing down the long, thick candle making it look grotesque… all mangled arms and legs and warts on the tip of a witch's nose. The candle will need to be replaced once they'd be back…
Back?
Back.
… otherwise he'll have nightmares about witches trying to eat him. He had those when he had been a kid and the candles in the cabin burned out in the evening, leaving a mess of grotesquely distorted wax behind. He had always been the one to take care of them, get new ones and scrape the wax off the table. Those candles… gave him nightmares until he turned thirteen.
Arms grabbing him, fingers clawing him, mouths laughing at him, tongues half cut sticking out between dark, long teeth.
He shuddered and turned away from the candle, his arms and legs swimming in the clothes Jared gave to him. Everything was too big on him; sleeves covering half of his hand and he had to roll them up, to the middle of his forearms, the pants almost down to the floor, but not yet touching it. But it was nice... he was floating, soothed my the fact that his body couldn't be seen by anyone.
Especially the wolves.
The sun was bright; he could see its beams stretching into the cave, casting thick, long strips of yellowish light all along the floor, spreading into the deepest corners where he never even dared to look before always expecting something to jump at him from there. He didn't know what exactly he was expecting, but… the caves were full of meat eating creatures that had no problems ripping his throat out, or just biting on his arm and ripping it out to chew on the bone.
But he did look there now, because there was something shining in the corner on his left, something sparkling in one of the stray sunbeams that found its way into that corner.
He made a hesitant step there, then another one and another one until he was standing right before the sparkling thing that was half buried in some sand.
He crouched down to pick it up, his knees protesting at the sudden movement and his heart almost stopped beating when his fingers came in contact with the silver Celtic Cross his mother had given him.
He picked it up, cleaned all the dirt off of it and bit his lower lip, trying to keep it from wobbling because: "Mom…"
"Jensen, you ready?"
Jared's voice chased away the sadness, the sorrow and the pain, that hit him from nowhere, hit him hard, made his breath go wild. The memories of his mother giving him the pendant… hurt like nothing he had ever felt before.
He got up, pushed the pendant into the front pocket of his pants and went outside with the feel of the pendant on his thigh a comfort he knew he needed.
There were looks thrown his way again and Jensen wanted to run away. But he wouldn't. Not when...
... not when the trust he felt was so strong it practically made his legs follow Jared's back. Made him go after the man across the yard; walk chest out and back straight not wanting the wolves to think he's weak, a weakling who would be easy to hunt down and have his throat ripped out.
He wasn't weak; he scythed meadows… shoulders and back aching for days later on, he took care of horses and cows, pigs and sheep… moving hay up and down, shoveling manure heavier then sand, he walked behind a horse while they ploughed the fields… whispering to him good boy, good boy, he helped men cut down trees with a saw that had seen better days… motions always the same push, pull, push, pull, helped the horses drag the heavy tree trunks to the village, cut them up and make things out of the wood with little of the tools he had and his bare hands. He had seen death and he had seen life and he had bled and sweated and he was anything but a weakling. He had muscles everywhere on his body, formed in years of hard work, he knew how to fight, throw punches like it was nothing, he… he was not prey. He will never be prey.
He shook his head. That was not right. He had been prey to Jared, he knows that. The Hunt was hunter against prey, it was the stronger against the weaker, it was live or die.
But in a way… now when his heart had a chance to calm down, when there was something in his veins that wanted to spill out, twisting and turning, making him wantneedmoremoremore… he was alright with being the prey to Jared then. He was alright with that, because he knows that now… now he's not prey to him anymore. He's becoming an equal, he knows that. He can feel it; the knowledge shifting in his veins whenever Jared touches him. Makes his skin burn, makes his breathing speed up, makes his belly clench and his dick twitch.
He walked on with surer steps.
He turned his head back to the wolves while walking across the yard, saw some of them go down on their front legs, claws digging into the ground, baring their teeth that were whiter now then they had been last night.
No breakfast yet then.
He was still scared, if asked, he'd admit that. But he was also sure that nothing would happen to him. Jared wouldn't let anything happen to him.
He smiled while looking at the wolves; looked them right into their glowing eyes and smiled a smile that said 'screw you' and smirked when one of the wolves turned its eyes away from his and growled.
He had power. He was power in the pack. He understood that even though Jared hadn't explained it to him yet. But now… Jared won't have to.
He looked back at the man's back and kept moving, they were close to the forest and then the wolves would be history for a while.
He had no idea where Jared was taking him, but... the trust was strong.
A wolf snarled and barked, the sound almost deafening in the silence of murmurs coming from a group of people that were obviously talking about him, but he tried to ignore them. The wolves were bad enough; he didn't want to worry about the people too. He would handle that when the time would come.
Jared ignored it all. The wolves, the noises, the people... he just kept on walking, dragging Jensen with him by the thread called trust.
"Jared!"
Jensen turned around, seeking out the person who said that, but all he saw were wolves still watching him with a predatory glare. He wanted to smile again, but he didn't want to push it. Not yet. Not when the thing he felt stretching his veins was somewhere close to his heart, but not there yet.
"Jared!"
The voice was louder now, clearer, closer and Jared turned around making Jensen stop before he'd collide with the man's chest.
A woman; the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life was walking towards them. Her dress was long, covering her feet, dragging behind her on the ground. The fabric was like wind; yellow, softly yellow with green strips that made it seem like grass bathing in the hot summer sun.
She was coming closer and closer and it seemed to Jensen as if she was floating on air, but he knew that wasn't possible. Unless she was a witch.
But no. She didn't seem… cold enough to be a witch.
She was all grace and air, the lines on her face lines of smiles and happiness, her eyes shining with warmth and love…
… he swallowed and opened his mouth to greet her, but she sucked all air out of his lungs when she put her palm softly on his stomach, slid it around to his side and let go of him when she stopped before Jared, her eyes never meeting his.
He didn't know how to feel about that. She just... walked towards them, ignoring him completely with her eyes and words, but she... touched him, briefly, her hand a barely noticeable weight on his belly and her caress when she let go of him, made him feel relaxed, almost as if she made him weightless, floating on air.
He turned around to see her hair move in the breeze, while she had her back to him and face to Jared.
"Jared, sweetie," Jensen saw her put her hand on Jared's cheek, saw the man close his eyes with that touch, "you be safe now, okay? You come back and bring your Beta with you, alright? The pack will be ready for you two."
Something in Jensen's ear popped, pressure aligning.
"Yeah mom, I will. I promise. You know I will."
It was subtle, but Jensen saw Jared turn into the woman's hand, smirking a little when she pinched his cheek.
He… wanted that. Wanted his mother to touch him like that again, wanted her hand on his cheek, wanted his mother's voice telling him that everything would be alright.
He wanted his mother. It was… silly… he was a man, he shouldn't think of his mother… but… a mother's touch, mother's words… they can soothe any ache, heal any wound.
And he was alone. He'll never again see his mother, see her eyes, feel her touch, hear her voice…
… he sucked in some air and pushed the thoughts far, far away into his mind and patted the necklace in his pants.
He'd always have that.
"Good," she slipped her hand down Jared's cheek, pressed her finger on his lips and moved lower, resting her hand over his heart, "keep him safe, keep him with you," there was a feel of tears in her voice, something squeezing her throat, making her words come out breathless and heavy, "okay, baby?"
"Mom? Wh…?" he could see something unfamiliar in his mother's eyes; the blueness of them no longer looking like the summer sky, but… looking sad; so sad it made his heart clench with pain.
"… shhh, 's alright, sweetheart. Just take him and come back when you'll… when he'll become yours, okay?"
The words were spoken with tears in her voice, but none showed up in her eyes, the blue of them didn't turn into a river, just stayed sad.
"Mom, hey, what're you saying?"
"I love you, baby. Remember that."
She stepped on her toes and kissed him on his cheek: "I love you, baby. Remember that." patter his chest and said: "'s alright."
Jared's eyes were glistering; full of liquid Jensen didn't want to see as tears. He didn't understand what was happening, why she was saying the words that she was but before he could say anything she turned around so swiftly it almost knocked him on his ass and before he could close his mouth, keep his surprise hidden, she stepped that one step closer to him, until her toes were touching his.
Her bright blue eyes were soft looking up at him; sad, so sad… her palm even softer on his cheek when she put it there just like she did with Jared and he leaned into it… wanted to say 'mom', but something on her face stopped him.
"And you?" she brushed her thumb underneath his left eye and leaned closer, her breasts touching his chest, whispering into his ear: "Never stop smelling of him."
Her breath smelled like strawberries, while her whole body smelled of chamomile.
She was like the breeze; gentle, soft, smelling so good when she touched him.
He wanted to reply, say something, anything, he didn't even know what, but she started to walk away even before he could say 'uh', her hand sliding away from his cheek, down his throat, down his chest to his heart and then away into the air.
She was like a breeze… coming and going silently, leaving behind her calmness in his mind and freshness all over his body.
He turned around to try again and say something to her, but all he saw was a white wolf; fur short and black at the tips, running as fast as lightning across the yard, to the left and disappearing among the trees there.
He turned around and saw Jared's eyes following the wolf, his mother, into the distance. His eyes were open wide, scared, his brows furrowed in confusion.
He could see that Jared wanted to run after her, demand some more answers, demand what in Gods names had she meant by that, but all Jared did was walk past Jensen, yelling at the top of his lungs: "Father!"
Jensen stood where he was left, not understanding a single thing, and flinched when Jared turned around, pointed a finger at him and said softly and gently, like he wasn't angry or confused at all: "Stay here, Jensen. Don't run, okay?"
Jensen nodded. He'll stand. He'll stay. He trusted.
He wouldn't run. Not anymore.
"Father!"
He yelled his voice deep and angry, wanting, demanding, needing answers… the wolves in the yard moved back a few steps with their tails between their hind legs, heads down and whimpering while they moved.
"Alpha!"
Something in his throat pinched when he yelled that. He needed his father, he needed his Alpha, he needed… answers.
"Alpha!"
He didn't care that the wolves bowed down their heads, put their tails between their legs, he didn't care that the humans stood still, not talking, not whispering, not even looking at him, their heads turned down to the floor, showing respect where there was none before.
"Alpha!"
He stopped by the entrance to his parent's den, huffing in anger and frustration, gripping his hips with his hands and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, waiting for a second until his father's head popped out of the dark cave. His eyes looked sad. Sadder then his mother's had looked.
"I just talked to mom, she… what's going on, dad?"
He needed his father, not his Alpha.
"Jared, son, go," his father put his hand on his shoulder and pushed at him, pushed him backwards, back towards Jensen, "go and come back when you have your Beta," he kept pushing at him, but Jared moved away from his father's hands, dislodging from the tight grip.
"Dad, tell me what's going on."
He knew he shouldn't talk to his father like that, not with his voice raised so high, not with spitting out his anger, but he needed to know and his father looking at him like that, pushing at him like that…
"Dad… why was mom acting like that? What aren't you telling me?"
His father sighed and looked down at the ground, before raising his head back up, eyes bathing in unshed tears but his look was angry.
"Jared, go," he started to push at him again, harder now then before, push him backwards so hard, Jared had to keep moving otherwise he'd fall on his ass, "go and come back when Jensen's yours, okay? Not before, you understand me?"
He stumbled and tried to push his dad's hands away from him, but the man before him wasn't his dad anymore, he was his Alpha… determined, full of hidden power that came out in bursts of strength that could hurt so easily.
"Go and don't look back! You hear me?"
His Alpha's voice was like a whip on his ears and he had no other choice but to obey, because before he knew it, he was pushed around coming eyes to eyes with Lilaar on the floor by his mate's feet, his body writhing and cheek bleeding.
"What happened? Wha..?"
He turned around to look at his father, but his father was just a black tail disappearing into the woods at the exact same spot his mother had disappeared moments before.
He turned back to his mate seeing fear and fire on his face, seeing something shiny hanging from his hand, swinging in the air… the Celtic Cross.
The necklace.
Silver.
"Jensen?"
He came a bit closer, his attention fully on his mate, his parent's forgotten and Lilaar's grunts and whimpers of pain just a background noise.
"Jensen," he stepped closer to his mate, put his hands on his shoulders, flinching when he felt the kid tremble beneath his touch, his eyes open wide not really seeing much, his breaths coming out in a tumble, ready to hyperventilate.
He lowered his voice and his head to make Jensen look directly at him and not at Lilaar's squirming body and bloody cheek: "What happened, Jensen?"
He felt silly repeating his mate's name like that, but Kayal had told him a long time ago that a name has powers no one can even imagine. It can pull men out of dreams, can bring wolves home, can be a guide when someone is lost and can help to heal when there is no other cure.
Jensen had watched Jared walk away from him, screaming for his father, a man he had never seen in all the time he had been in the caves, when a man had stepped directly in his line of vision. He had been big, but smaller then Jared, hair brown, eyes dark brown, breath smelling of some sort of alcohol when he had whispered, inches away from Jensen's lips: "You watch out, boy… turn your back on me, and I'll rip out your throat before you'll even see me coming at ya."
Jensen breathed and clenched his fists by his sides. He hadn't been afraid. He had power in this pack. Him and Jared… were power, the thing in his veins told him so.
"You think Jared's gonna be able to protect ya? Huh? Think he's that powerful, huh? Think again," the man had licked his own lips, breath smelling so foul, Jensen wanted to puke and then the man smirked while saying: "… kiddo."
Jensen's heart had fallen down to his stomach, his breaths had gotten stuck in his throat… the threat had been real, had been close, had been a threat to him and to Jared, had been something he… he… he couldn't allow to happen.
Kiddo was… that was Jared's. No one else's.
His hand had sneaked into his pocket and he had gripped the leather string with his fingers, pulled it out and swung the pendant in the air, hearing a harsh whoosh when the Cross parted air and when the pendant hit the man's cheek, Jensen couldn't help but smile a little.
It had just felt so good. To exercise the power he felt, the need to protect Jared, the want to do it. It felt so good; he had barely been able to see straight.
The man had fallen to the ground, rising up pebbles and dust all around, his body twisting and turning, his hand pressed to his cheek, blood spilling out between his fingers, small groans and grunts falling from his bloody mouth.
"No one calls me kiddo, you chicken shit."
Jensen had shoveled a lot of chicken's shit in his life and he knows that a chicken's crap smells worse then any other animal's. Just like the man before him.
When the man had looked up, his eyes full of pain and groaned out: "'m gonna rip…" a breath, "out Jared's throat," a breath and a gasp, "'n' eat it while you watch."
The man had growled out and spat on the floor; bloody strings of saliva dragging on the ground whenever he had shifted positions.
Jensen hadn't been able to breathe, hadn't been able to swallow down the bile he had felt creeping up; dry bread and dry meat.
The words had turned him into stone and when he had felt hands on his shoulders, blue-green-brown-yellow-orange eyes looking at his, all he could feel was the leather string between his fingers.
Safety.
"Jensen, hey, come on. Snap out of it." he shook Jensen's shoulders a little, but stopped because Jensen's head went all over the place, looking like it wasn't even attached to Jensen's neck anymore.
"He's…" a groan and a spit.
"Shut up!" he spat down on Lilaar and looked back at his mate.
"Jensen, come on," he turned the boy around, away from Lilaar's bloodied cheek and hands and pushed him in front of himself, kicked at Jensen's feet and made him walk, ignoring how the pendant was hanging from his mate's fingers, ready to strike his thighs at any swing.
No one followed them; not the wolves and not the humans, no one yelled anything at their backs, no one made any noise whatsoever… there was just the steady rhythm of birds singing, trees dancing in the wind and a distant sound of thunder and lightning, that Jared knew he was the only one hearing.
Jensen was a lifeless figure in front of him, just skin and bones he was pushing and coaxing into moving with his hands on the kid's shoulders, mindful of the wound, and occasional bump with his knees into Jensen's legs.
The kid was still trembling, still shaking, still breathing, still clutching at the pendant like he had no idea how to let it go.
He sighed and pushed at his mate some more; gentle pushes, just enough to get the kid moving.
"Come on, Jensen." He breathed down his mate's neck, watching ahead, above the kid's head, seeing nothing but the forest's ground being bathed in sunbeams so bright, it made the leaves on the ground look almost white.
They were away from the caves, had been walking for an hour or even more for sure, the sun had travelled closer to the west, when Jared decided it was enough. It was enough of pushing Jensen in front of him, was enough of the kid being in his own little world. It was okay for a while, Jared understood that sometimes a human's mind can shut down a little when something happens, and Lilaar is a lot of times a reason for that 'something', but enough was enough. This was supposed to be his and Jensen's way of getting to know each other, talk, laugh, sit around and do nothing, relax and… just be together. And Lilaar would not destroy that.
He will not allow it.
"Jensen…" he steered his mate left, pushed the kid to sit down on a tree trunk that was lying broken and dead on the floor, covered with moss and ants and little bugs that scattered away as soon as Jensen's ass hit the trunk.
Jared had a brief flash of Jensen's ass sitting down on his dick like that, but… that would have to wait.
He kneeled down before his mate and looked up at the boy's eyes; it wasn't shock or pain or fear he saw in them. It was anger. Pure anger.
He placed his hands on the boy's bony knees, both for balance and because he really, really needed to touch his mate and shook them a little, making Jensen's feet dance on the floor, seeking balance.
"Hey."
"I hit him." Jensen croaked.
Jared snorted: "Yeah, you," he smiled, "… you did."
"I hit him and he bled and I didn't hit him that hard, but he fell and he… I hurt him and I liked it. I wanted to do it."
Jared beamed inside, but sighed on the outside: "Why?"
"He… said… and I hit him. Didn't want to… he was…"
"Okay, okay, hey calm down, alright… tell me what happened."
"He came and said things and the next thing I know he was down… just bleeding."
"Yeah, you hit him with silver…"
"I know."
"Okay then…"
A sound of a loud thunder came to him, but he shook his head and looked back at his mate with words of I liked it and I wanted to do it booming in his head way louder then the thunder did.
Jensen wanted to hurt Lilaar, liked it even. He… he hurt Lilaar because he was defending himself and him. That was huge, that was big, that was… bigger than anything and he wished he could celebrate that with some... mating, but…
It was a start. That was for sure. For Jensen to start feeling protective like that… it was more than a start. It was near finish.
"What did he say? Did he threaten you? Say he's gonna rip you apart?"
He already knew Lilaar had said that, because he says that every time they meet. To be honest, it was getting a bit funny, but now… the words were directed at his mate. Lilaar came to his mate, came to Jensen and spoke them.
That chicken shit.
"Yeah… rip you apart. Make me watch."
Jared couldn't not see the shudder that went through Jensen when he said that.
"Oh, yeah well… Lilaar's all talk, ya know! The pack… they'd never hurt me. Or you. Not… not for real, ya know?"
"No, no I don't. I don't know. I think, but I don't know. Not for sure." The words tumbled out of Jensen's mouth so fast, Jared had to put some pressure on the kid's knees to make the boy stop, otherwise Jensen would get up from the tree trunk and Jared needed the kid seated, because explaining something to someone who's pacing around is just… not what he likes doing. 's hard enough finding Jensen's eyes like this, he doesn't wanna chase them around if Jensen would start walking up and down.
"Hey, listen to me. The pack… 's family."
"Yeah, well I never had a family. Just my mom."
"Wasn't your mom family?"
"She is still my family."
"Yeah, fair enough, sorry. She is. But… the pack… 's your family too. Now. Or, well it will be soon."
"I… yeah…"
The silence that stretched between them after that was one part comfortable and one part making Jared itch in all the wrong places.
The thunder was coming closer and the smell of the storm too and his nostrils burned and his mouth was watering because Jensen's crotch was right there and he wanted him. Wanted to have a taste, wanted to swallow Jensen's dick whole and suck on it for a long time, until his lips bleed and his throat went raw. And the smell coming off of Jensen; a day old sweat and come and so much fierce strength… Jared licked his lips, shook his head and told his dick to shut up, because it wasn't the time for that yet.
Not yet and if they wouldn't get a move on, the time might never come.
He cleared his throat and lowered his voice in a whisper: "Can you… give me the necklace?"
The question was hard to ask… that necklace… he knew it meant a lot to Jensen, he knew it was a link to his mother, he knew it was a link to the way of living the kid had before… before The Hunt, before…
… he knew that Jensen was holding the necklace so tightly in his fist because it… it was his defense, his safety. Still, even after everything.
His defense from Jared, from the other werewolves in the Bele Jame caves, it was his… his only mean of defense. And Jared understood that. 's why he didn't throw the necklace away completely, but just… buried it in the ground a little, when he found it after Kayal had thrown it away and left the cave.
But still… it was a question he needed to ask, because that silver Cross was hanging between Jensen's spread legs like a barrier between him and Jensen. Between him and his mate's cock.
And that?
That just would not do.
"Jensen, hey…"
He heard the question loud and clear even if Jared had been speaking with his 'calm down' voice, but… to give up his necklace? The silver? His mother had given that to him. His friend had given him the string.
There was just no way…
… to Jared?
He looked down at the black leather string that was wrapped around his fingers, looked at the pendant that was swinging back and forth between his thighs and saw Jared's hand creep closer up his left thigh, fingers working like spider's legs… tickling his skin even through his pants.
When Jared's hand wrapped around his fist and the man said: "Trust me." he didn't think about his mother anymore, didn't think of Mikan, didn't think of the village, didn't think about how that one little piece of silver is his only defense against caves full of werewolves, didn't think about anything but…
… unclenching his fist, allowing Jared to unwrap the string from around his fingers with ease.
His eyes stayed on his hand that was now hanging across his thigh, empty of the necklace. Just empty.
But his hand might be empty, but his heart… was soaring with the rush of trust and love. It nearly made him pass out, but he closed his eyes instead and just breathed.
He gave his safety away to Jared… the man he had been prey to just a few days ago, a man that could so easily hurt him and leave him a bloody mess on the floor… or worse… kill him.
He gave his safety to Jared… the man who hadn't really hurt him… not yet anyway, he gave his safety to Jared and now… he can only hope that Jared will protect him from everything, everyone.
He could throw punches, sure… but to go up against sharp teeth and sharp claws and weight that could pin you down like you were nothing… he has no chances winning a fight with a werewolf.
"Good… we'll put it here," he ripped a bit of fabric from his pants, way down at the bottom and wrapped the necklace in it, "and I'll keep it safe in the rucksack, alright?"
He saw Jensen nod while he put it in the rucksack.
"Okay."
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about it, okay? Don't… Lilaar… he has no power in the pack. He's nothing and he'll heal. And when you and I… when we'll come back, he'll put his tail between his legs and run away, you'll see."
Jensen smiled: "Yeah, 'd love to see that."
"Okay, well… come on, let's get moving. We have to get you washed."
Because yeah… if Jensen will keep on smelling like that… it will not end good.
The thick thread of trust pulled Jensen with him.
TBC...
P.S.1: My pony had a baby!!!! *squee* yes, we have two ponies and eeeeee they had a baby! 'm sorry, 'm just so... happy!!!!! Maybe I'll put up some pics later or so... :)
P.S. 2: The next chapter will be a bit dark-ish, I just wanted to let you all know...
CHAPTER 10 _II_ CHAPTER 12
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