Stockholm, 1973 2/?

[soncnica]

Title: Stockholm, 1973 2/?
Author: soncnica
Rating: I'll go with 'R'
Genre/pairing: Jared, Jensen (no pairing), AU
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Word count: cca. 1.892 this chapter
Summary: Jared is a serial killer. Jensen is his next victim. If your google-fu is awesome, googling the title of this fic will give you an idea how this fic will end. 
Warnings: Well Jared is a serial killer with a desire to see and make people bleed so... warnings? Dark!fic, knives, blood, drugs, kinda psycho Jared, no disfiguration for Jensen or anything like that. NO CHARACTER DEATH...
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine! NOT MINE!
A/N: My notes can be found in the story.

A/N: PLEASE READ: Most of you don't know my writing, BUT, please trust me when I say: yes, I use a lot of words (or scenes) over and over again in this chapter and it can be distracting AND annoying sometimes to read a word, over and over again, but in this story, this chapter all that leads somewhere. Trust me! LOL I know exactly where I'm going with this story… and those overused words just have to stay here. Sorry. If it gets too distracting or annoying for ya, just… try to ignore them. You'll know what I mean when you read this. :)
Sorry for all the grammar/spelling mistakes; this is un-betaed.
AND there is a missing scene for this chapter (I just couldn't find a way to slip it in here), the link can be found at the end of this chapter! Don't ask...

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He opened the back door; making no sound at all, holding Jensen clumsily against his right side, not letting him fall, oh no - nothing will make Jensen bleed, but him - and slowly put the boneless body on the back seat, covering Jensen's head with his hand as not to bang it on the door.

Jensen's breathing was calm, sleepy breaths that hit Jared's neck when he leaned close to rearrange Jensen's arms.

Moist, hot air on his overheated skin made ghoosebumps appear all over his body.

He couldn't wait to feel the wetness of Jensen's blood on his own skin, running between his fingers while the man would scream his throat raw.

Jared closed his eyes to enjoy that thought for just a little while... ah yesss... and then pushed Jensen's upper body a little to the right until Jensen was lying down on his side.

The car smelled like lavender. Smelled clean. His OCD about keeping things clean was probably the reason he hadn't been caught yet.

Maybe.

Or maybe it was just because he was smart. Damn smart. Damn smarter then smart. A freakin' genius.

-:-:-

Dragging Jensen further up the backseat of the car, until he was laying awkwardly on it - with his right hand hanging off the seat, his legs sprawled all over the place - was easy… Jared was strong, muscles gained while working out every morning and every evening. And being an ex-soldier, well, that didn't harm nothing either.

Jensen smelled like beer, sharp aftershave and sweat. It would make anyone's stomach turn, but Jared… he crawled a bit more into the dark interior of his SUV, leaned his head down towards Jensen's neck and took a deep breath in, smelling Jensen across his jaw, up his cheek all the way up to the top of his head where Jensen's spiky hair got into his nose.

Smelled so good.

He wondered how Jensen's blood will smell.

He whimpered.

"Get your shit together, man."

He mumbled to himself and quickly crawled backwards from the back of the car, breathing in the fresh desert air.

He was sweating like a pig.

Damn it. If there was anything he hated, was sweat on his skin. Made him itch in places he had trouble scratching.

Damn desert.

Freakin' sand.

Freakin' heat.

-:-:-

The road was long, like a snake with no tail and no head, just one long, wide body sneaking through the desert; with rocks and sand and small bushes bracketing it… keeping it company.

A gas station here and there; a small spot of light in all that darkness.

The summer stars were bright tonight but the moon was brighter; it was like a competition as to who will dominate the night.

In the end... it doesn't matter, because the sun always comes and it's brighter then anything.

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It felt lonely… on the road. Felt almost like he was driving into eternity; never coming to the finish line, barely remembering where he started from. There was nothing but a yellow line in the middle of the road, separating the two lanes; two lanes that are rarely driven on.

So lonely. So dark.

He knew loneliness, he knew darkness. They were his only friends that life has given him.

Miss Darkness travelled with him; a constant companion sitting in the passenger seat of his car, giving him directions as to where to go, where to take a turn, where to stop. Where to hunt.

Miss Loneliness… well she was just there.

He didn't invite them; they just came. Out of the blue. When he was fourteen. Stepped into his life like old friends and just never left.

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He shifted gears. Went a little slower. No rush. No rush. If he waited for so long, then he can wait a little longer.

And then he looked in his rear-view mirror and saw…

Jensen.

The man's head was turned towards Jared, some drool running out of the man's partly opened mouth, forehead and hair drenched with sweat, flashes of white teeth that could be seen between lips, when the moonlight hit Jensen just right.

Jared smiled.

It was a beautiful sight.

Maybe, maybe… just maybe, he could cut… just a small little cut down Jensen's cheek, just to see how all that blood would sparkle in the moonlight.

Just one small cut, right down that freckled cheek, just one tiny small cut, just for one drop of blood.

Jared hit the steering wheel.

No.

Shut up.

No cutting. Not yet.

But soon.

Soon.

He shifted gears again. Going even slower.

The anticipation; that sweet pain of waiting, waiting to open your present.

Jared shuddered.

's gonna be so sweet to open his present.

He took another glance at the back seat, the moonlight hitting Jensen in all the right angles…

's gonna be so awesome.

He bit his lower lip, almost to the point of it bleeding and then let go.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter and followed the yellow line. Slowly.

The anticipation was making his stomach hurt, but it was a sweet, sharp pain he could feel all the way up to his chest.

He'll wait.

Jensen is a way too amazing gift to be opened up too soon or with too much haste.

He doesn't wanna brake the toy, he wants to enjoy it.

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His sunglasses rattled on the car's dashboard where he threw them earlier that night; he hit a hole in the road, the car shaking a little.

He glanced at the back seat where the movement caused Jensen's hand to slip a little more down, lodging it in the space between the front seats.

The man's wrist.

The man's wrist was almost hitting Jared's hip.

Jared swallowed. Swallowed down his need, told the snake in his veins to shut the fuck up, bitch, there will be no cutting yet. Not yet.

He looked out front, eyes on the road, trying to ignore the man's palm slightly brushing his clothes.

Fuck.

He shifted gears, slowed down the car; there was no one on the road anyway, if he was going snail slow, no one will notice or care and looked down.

That wrist. Jensen wore a watch there, the black belt obscuring Jared's view on the veins beneath the belt, veins he wanted to open up slowly, slowly, slower the slow.

There was a roar of blood in his head suddenly, catching him unprepared, making his eyes water… the need was so strong.

But no. He'll wait. He'll wait. Patience is a virtue, his mother always said.

He looked back at the road. All the same. Yellow line in the middle, desert on both sides, straight line of road.

Keep your eyes on the road.

Ignore Jensen's hand.

Ignore.

Ignore.

He pushed his fingers into the animal fur around the wheel, pushed his fingers into that softness, into that heat...

Ignore.

-:-:-

The warehouse he spotted while driving through the town earlier that day was just as he remembered. Hidden, with no living soul for miles around.

He did his research; he knows everything there is to know about the building, about the nearby town, about its people, about the history of this place. He knows… he knows he won't be disturbed.

It was perfect.

It was more then perfect.

If he would be one of those people, he would say that it was just a little too perfect.

Jensen, the warehouse in a secluded area, where no one would bother him… them… yeah a little too perfect.

But he wasn't one of them, he didn't doubt … he did his homework.

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Jensen hadn't stirred the whole time it took for Jared to drive to the warehouse and he didn't stir when Jared opened the door and placed his hand on Jensen's calf.

"Ya still sleeping, huh?"

He squeezed the muscled calf, waiting for Jensen to do something about it, but there was nothing.

"'s okay, you get your sleep, man and I'll just get you somewhere more comfy, okay?"

He felt – it was just a tiny little thought in the back of his mind – as if he was talking to a friend; a drunk friend who just fell asleep in his car and so needed a ride home.

But that thought disappeared as soon as it came.

Jensen was not his friend, never will be his friend... friends are... friends just aren't. Miss Darkness took care of that.

He crawled into the car, as much as he could; wanting to smell that smell again. He was getting addicted to it.

He looked down at Jensen's chest, where the man's pecs were outlined by his T-shirt and shook his head: "Fuck."

He looked back up, his eyes meeting the man's chin that was shining in the car's interior light.

He placed his fingers on the guy's neck, feeling the strong pulse beneath his fingertips and smiled.

"Thought you were dead there for a sec," he smirked, "'m gonna have so much fun with ya." he whispered, ignoring the way Jensen's eyes were moving beneath his closed eyelids. If Jared didn't know better, he'd say Jensen was having a nightmare.

He wished that the shit he gave Jensen wasn't so strong, coz if the man was having a nightmare… hearing him whimper would be so amazing.

He sighed.

Maybe he'll make Jensen whimper later.

He crawled back out and gripped Jensen's ankles and pulled, gripping the man's waist when he could and pulled his body all the way out of the car.

Jensen was heavy, muscled and tall; where Jared gripped there were bone hard muscles and warm skin when Jensen's gray T-shirt rose up by his hips.

"Alright now, alright, 'm gonna getcha inside, lay you down and then you can sleep some more, 'kay?"
He whispered on Jensen's neck, breathing him in at the same time.

-:-:-

He carried Jensen in a fireman carry; Jensen's body a hot presence around his shoulders, his right hand locked tight around the man's thighs and his left one holding Jensen's arm in place… being so close to the man just made him come up with plans on what and how to do something about that arm his palm was wrapped around just then. It was distracting to say the least.

And feeling Jensen breathe was distracting too. On so many levels.

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"'m gonna put ya down, now, alright?"

He leaned forward, slid his hands up Jensen's bare sides, feeling ribs beneath his fingers, and gripped Jensen's biceps to gently place him on a table that was standing forgotten by time in the middle of a room.

"There ya go."

He placed his hand on the guy's chest and pushed him down, being careful not to hit Jensen's head on the table; don't need no egg sized bump there. He arranged his legs; pulled them up on the table and gently down, getting rid of the man's boots.

He stopped for a moment. Just one moment to watch. To see.

To see his new plaything, on display like that, for his eyes and his eyes only.

He placed his hands on his hips and said: "There, all nice and cozy." before he turned around and walked back out of the room.

He needed some...

... things.

TBC...

CHAPTER 1  __II__  CHAPTER 3

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Comments

[marlowe78.livejournal.com]

Oh... Still loving it. And I recall someone saying they can't do creepy? Well, I think that person is a lying liar who lies.

Or just doesn't see how awesome she can do creepy :-D

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

:)))) tnx, 'm really happy that you are still loving it, coz I know it's not... your thing! :) but, I think that when you see where this story will go... you'll see it's really not... what you think it will be and that maybe you'll still love it in teh future... does that make sense!? ummm yeah..

ah... this is creepy!? THIS!? *points to the story* no way is this creepy.. but then again, I think that what is creepy for you is not creepy for me, you know and vice versa!? I think it's all like personal taste or something.. :)

and me no lies *pouts*

hugs
S.