Chapter 10: Blood Stained Snow

The knife trailed down and rested right below Jacov's jaw. "'N-no!'" Alon mocked. "You're pathetic. You are absolutely nothing to me and once you're gone, you'll be nothing to Alon, too."
"Jacov!?" a startled cry came. 
Jacov squeezed his eyes shut but he didn't dare turn his head. "Da!" 
The blade whipped up , slashing at Jacov's face with each word. "I. Said. Do. Not. Speak!" 
Tears dripped from his eyes, stinging the cuts. Whimpers bubbled from his lips. Suddenly, the weight vanished from his body and Jacov opened his eyes. 
He lay pressed into the snow and watched shellshocked as his father pinned Alon and held the knife to his throat. 
"Don't touch my son!" his father yelled.
Alon grinned insanely and began to laugh. "I already have! Look at him!"
Jacov sat up, shivering tremendously. The blood dripped in streams down his face. He tried to choke the words from his throat while his father snarled in Alon's face. The knife pressed into Alon's throat, nearly breaking the skin. "S-st-stop!" Jacov shouted. He couldn't move; every muscle in his body locked.
His father looked at him incredulously. "What!? After what he did to you, you want him alive!?" 
Jacov let the tears fall, not caring how much his father hated them. "Yes! I want him alive!"
His father shook his head. "No, Jacov." Quick as that, he slit Alon's throat. 
Alon's eyes cleared and he sucked in a deep, popping breath. It did him no good. "Ja-c! H-lp!" 
Jacov scrambled to the boy filling the snow with his blood. "Alon! No!" He grabbed Alon's hand and held it tight as the lights left his love's eyes. "A-Alon...?"
There was no answer.
A moment of sorrow filled silence passed before Jacov's father spoke in a quiet voice. "Jacov, who was this boy?"
Jacov scowled and turned his bloody, tearstained face. He tackled his father to the ground. "Why did you do that!?" he screamed.
His father pushed Jacov off of him and yanked him to his feet. "He was going to kill you, Jacov!" 
Jacov grabbed the collar of his father's shirt and hauled off, decking him dead in the face. "Bastard! I loved him!"
His da's head snapped back and he grabbed Jacov, throwing him against a tree. He turned, looking absolutely astonished. "Don't play games, son."
Jacov sat up, dazed. "I'm not. Playing. Games!" He lunged at his father and swung him against the tree. He lost total control and pulled back, punching him in the face over and over. He pulled back again, insanity in his eyes, but one look at his father's angry and sorrowful face stopped him.
His father's face crumpled. "You aren't the son I raised. You're not worth the pain your mother sacrificed to save you. If you had died like you should've, she would still be alive! The world would be better off without you! You're just the mistake of God; worthless!"
A sob choked out and Jacov hit his father one last time. This time, though, there was a sharp crack and his father went limp. Jacov dropped him in shock and stepped back, horror written across his face. What happened? Why...why isn't he getting up? Why isn't he blinking?
Jacov kneeled and pressed his fingers to his father's neck to feel desperately for a pulse. Nothing.
He scrambled back from his father's body. His hand hit something cold and solid. He turned.
Alon.
Jacov leapt to his feet, pale faced, and ran. He didn't know where he was running but it was away. Away from everything.
Away from the cold death.
Away from Alon's love.
Away from his father's hate.
Away from the blood stained snow.
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A/N: m-m-m...meep o^o it almost killed me to do that. ...was it sad enough? :D

Chapter 9: Changed

Jacov walked cheerfully towards the little covered stream that was his and Alon's winter meeting place. His da had decided to give him a free day as his birth month was nearing. Although it was cold, Jacov couldn't wait to surprise Alon with a visit during the day.
As Jacov slid across the frozen stream, he opened his mouth to call out a greeting. However, he jumped behind a tree as a strong aura of defensive terror met him. He slowly peeked his head from behind the tree, scanning for Alon. Was he hurt? Was he in danger?
A frustrated cry came from beside the stream followed by the crack of ice. Jacov's head snapped to the side, looking for a sign of threat. What he saw was his love crouched by the broken water, head bowed. Alon was shaking with his hands clenched in white knuckled fists. Jacov slowly stepped out of his cover. "Alon, what's going on?"
Alon swung around and fell on his back. He sat up quickly and scrambled away. "No! Go, now!"
Jacov walked towards Alon, snow clumping on his pant-legs. "What's happening?" The closer Jacov came, the more panicked Alon became.
"Don't come near me!" Alon stumbled to his feet and threw an handful of snow at the other. "I'll kill you! I can't kill you!"
Jacov stopped in his tracks and watched as Alon's grey eyes swirled with red tints. They flitted back and forth looking for an escape. Jacov picked up a sense of an emotion he'd never seen before except for...Alon's memory. It was a watered down version of that uncontrollable insanity. Jacov took a step back when realization lit his mind. Alon was about to lose control of his demon.
Alon turned as if to run but doubled over, clutching his stomach. "Agh!" a pained yell came. He fell to his side, curled into himself with his eyes squeezed shut. Jacov didn't move. What was happening?
It was only a few moments in a frost filled silence before Alon's body wept limp. Jacov's heart began to beat faster. Was Alon unconscious? Was he dead?!
Then Alon stirred, his eyes blinking open slowly. He sat up shakily and turned to look at Jacov but once his eyes set on his love, he leapt to his feet. Jacov jumped back in surprise and his breath caught in his throat when he saw Alon's deep red irises.
Alon straightened up in a stiff, strict posture. He brushed the snow off his body with quick jerky movements. Then he looked at Jacov.
Jacov could not suppress a shiver at the cold, vacant look that Alon rested on Jacov's face. Alon cocked his head to the side, looking almost intrigued. The changed boy walked up to Jacov and circled him closely. Alon stopped in front of Jacov without any expression. Then his eyes narrowed and his face split in a cruel grin.
"You are Jacov, are you?" Alon said. Jacov's breath hitched. He couldn't respond.
Jacov's whole body tensed as Alon began circling him again. "Alon told me not to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't." A cold hand snaked up and caressed Jacov's cheek and an arm wrapped itself around his chest. Jacov began shivering as Alon pulled their bodies together. Breath stirred the hair around Jacov's ear. "Alon always honors a promise. I am not Alon."
Jacov heard a small click as a knife left it's sheath. Cold steel pressed itself to his mouth and twisted. "It's not what Alon wants, lover boy." Jacov's shivering increased.
"A-Alon, p-p-please-"
"Alon isn't here right now!" Jacov gasped as the metal bit into his flesh, slicing a clean line down his lip. Warm blood fell from the cut and dripped down Jacov's chin. 
Alon's grip around Jacov's waist tightened. "Don't speak anymore, love. I'm going to have my fun with you." Alon turned Jacov quickly and shoved him to the ground. Alon pinned Jacov and positioned the knife against his cheek. "You're a pretty little boy, Jacov and Alon loves you oh so very much. However, it's an unfortunate joy of mine to want my host to suffer. He's too easy to aggravate, though." The knife pressed harder and Alon's face twisted in a scowl. "Just my luck to be trapped in the body of such a wuss. My luck for him to keep me hidden! He wants me gone; dead! Oh, no. This will destroy him." A sick grin broke across and Alon leaned in until his was not even an inch from Jacov's face. "Killing you will set me free."
"N-no!" Jacov whimpered. It tore him apart to see Alon like this. Strike that; this was not Alon. This was not Alon at all. 
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A/N: IM GETTING IMPATIENT! ...and so I've split the chapter and given yinz guys a cliffhanger. After this TEH TRUE DRAMA IS STARTING :'D

Chapter 8: So...How Are You?

Jacov paced the copse, fiddling with his gloves nervously. He kept changing his mind. Should he stay? Should he leave? That kiss the night before nearly convinced Jacov to stay away from the copse forever and ever.
Yet he came back.
A noise from the edge of the trees shot Jacov to his feet in a near militaristic attention. A hesitant tawny-haired figure stepped from behind a tree. "Jacov?"
Jacov gulped. No turning back now. Alon now knew that he couldn't stay away. However, Jacov's heart soared in his chest when he remembered that Alon came back, too. "Hallo!" he said, voice cracking.
Alon came forward and stopped a meter away. "So...how are you?"
Jacov sighed. "Oh, cut the crap. We need to talk about yesterday."
Alon bit his lip. "I...I don't even know how that happened."
"We were just so close together," Jacov replied. "It happened so fast."
Alon came up until he was standing right in front of Jacov. They stood in a heat filled silence until Alon broke it with a simple few words. "Jacov, I love you."
Jacob's heart beat faster. His knees felt weak. His mind was spinning as his stomach rolled. It felt like he was sick, but it was like no sickness he ever knew. It was good.
The reply came in a whisper. "I can tell you're not lying..."
Alon's eyes searched Jacov's face in deep worry. "W-well? You know I'm not lying. So...so...how do you feel?"
Jacov couldn't answer, his breathing seemingly stuck. "My father will hate me. He'll never want to see me again."
Alon grabbed Jacov's arms and pulled his body against his own. "Do you love me?"
It was all to perfect. Alon's crystal clear grey eyes. His fair, freckled skin. The wind played with his golden bangs, the moonlight adding an otherworldly sheen to the picture. Jacov couldn't think; he couldn't speak.
Alon's brow furrowed. "Do you?"
Jacov didn't remember why or why not; he just did it. He leaned down to the shorter boy and closed the ever shrinking distance between his lips and Alon's.
There was a small gasp from the receiving end of this perhaps awkwardly executed show of affection, but the moment went on for seconds, minutes, years.
Pulling away, they stared at each other until Alon initiated the hug of the century. He sobbed into Jacov's chest while the latter held him tight in confusion. "Alon, what on Earth is there to be upset about?"
A choking sound came from the boy. "I'm happy!"
Jacov pried Alon from his chest and kissed his forehead. "Does this mean we're together?"
Alon wiped his eyes and nodded. "Uh huh. We are."
Another kiss, a hug goodbye, and they went their separate ways. Jacov walked home like he was on air. He loved someone. And that someone loved him.
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A/N: I luff dis chaptarrr!\shot  ...I just love Alon to death. I enjoy writing intense feelings :3 Yet still I am unsatisfied with the lengths of my chapters. Blarg