"Do you remember why we avoid magic?" Jacov's father spoke as they stripped sticks for the fire.
Jacov broke off a twig. "It is unnatural. It defies the order of Earth. Healing by magic is just as bad as man made remedies. Those disturb the natural speed the body takes to repair."
Jacov's father nodded. "Correct. Now, I have mentioned halfbloods to you, yes?"
Jacov nodded but his mind flew back to the night before.
He had met Alon at the usual place, but immediately sensed that something was up.
"Alon, what's wrong?" he had asked, alarmed by his friend's pasty complexion and nervous eyes.
Alon had edged away from Jacov. "Please, please don't hate me when I tell you."
Jacov had stepped towards Alon. "Never."
Alon had sat down heavily and squeezed his eyes shut with ill-concealed tears. "I'm not just human, Jacov!"
Jacov then sat by Alon and wrapped his arms around him in an attempt to comfort him. "What do you mean?"
Alon heaved a great sob and answered. "I'm demonblooded, Jacov! That's why I left my tribe!"
The dam broke and Jacov had been instantly enlightened with the uncontrollable murder at Alon's hands. But it hadn't been Alon. His eyes had been red and a crazy grin had been plastered across his face. Unbridled insanity streamed from this figure. So typically neatly combed hair in a mess, face streaked in blood.
The voice of Jacov's father snapped him to the present. "Halfbloods are people of demon descent. Always. Steer. Clear." Each word was punctuated with the break of a stick. His father threw the sticks onto a pile. "We have enough."
Jacov looked at his father. "Why should I steer clear?" His heart had begun to beat a little faster.
"They're murderous people," came the answer. "They will not even attempt to control the evil side of them. It's near impossible. If I ever see another..." One last stick snapped in two.
Jacov sat on a rock in their new meeting place. The old one seemed too in the open, so they found a small mossy copes circled by rocks. Their voices were muffled here.
Jacov stared at the ground, not bothering to scan for Alon. His arrival was announced by a hearty "Hey, Jacov!"
Jacov immediately turned to him and made a stern 'Holy crap, shut up!' gesture.
Alon approached with a hurt look on his face. "What up?"
Jacov stepped back, tense. "How much control do you have over your other side?"
"Uhm," Alon began. "Enough to not kill you every time I see you. Why?"
"Because my father hasn't had good experiences with halfbloods."
Alon snorted. "And your father was right all along about the tribespeople!" He made claws with his hands and stalked in mock intimidation towards Jacov. "Look at me! I'm a scary tribesman! I'm going to kill you and eat your children!"
Jacov scowled. "Don't talk like that about my father. You don't know what other tribes are like; they may not all be as kind as yours."
Alon scowled right back. "Not all halfbloods are as evil as made out to be! I've lost control once!"
"Only once?"
Alon threw his hands in the air with exasperation. "Twice! Only twice and the second time I only hurt myself!"
Jacov blinked in confusion and reluctance to beleive. "How did you hurt yourself?"
Alon pulled off his well worn shirt reveal well toned muscles for a fifteen year old. Jacob's mouth dropped open, but not at the state of Alon's physical musculature. Deep gouges marred his chest and arm, puffy pink scars and purple splotches made Jacov speechless.
"This is what I do!" Alon screamed. "This is what I do to others! I didn't choose to be like this!"
Jacov's face screwed up in pity, fear for his friend, and anger. Anger at who-knows-what. "I never said you did!"
Alon all but snarled. "You might as well have by the way you accused me like that."
"Like what?"
"With the words of that ass you call your father!"
Jacov stepped forward, furious. "I told you not to talk about him that way."
Alon matched the closing distance. "I'll call him what I like."
And suddenly they were both on the ground. They wrestled viscously, neither on top for more than a split second. They rolled around, kicking and landing flailing hits. They slammed into a tree and Jacov pinned Alon down. Jacov had a tight hold on Alon's shoulder and throat, but Alon had his knife pointed at the side of Jacov's neck. They panted, trembling, faces less than an inch apart. Crackling fury shot between them.
Then bliss.
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A/N: And you get no explanation! Bwahaha! And just for reference, proofreading is more than incredibly important. 'Shot' is very close to a well known cuss. JigsX Out
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