Title: Roughly cut Diamond

Author: Black Dreamz

Email: vengefulblackdreamz at yahoo co uk

Warning: Slash

Thank you everyone who read this..I'm still trying to figure out how to re-do this fic since it badly needs a re-haul.. oh well time will tell..

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"The boy who attacked Jay is crazy," Jay's father declared to his wife. They were sitting huddled together near the fireplace. The lamp next to the sofa set made their cheeks more hollowed out then they were.

"He keeps on telling the police that an invisible monster had attacked him; like they'd believe that."

Jay gave a sigh of relief as he eavesdropped from the stairs. He had been scared that the story of his escape from Ian, in all its strangeness, would be believed and he would further be labelled a freak. That's why he had been keeping track of all the versions of the story that came out but thankfully none seemed plausible enough for the police. They had believed Jay's innocent enough explanation of a mysterious saviour who did not seem to want to share the limelight.

Jay had spent the days after the attack at home because of his mother's insistence and from Rowan's reports the incident wasn't mentioned much in school. Both boys had concluded that money was powerful enough to hush anything down and they were sure Ian's parents would go to any lengths to protect their son.

Jay couldn't stop his thoughts from going back to the day of the unpleasant event. Nothing could explain what he had seen that day. No science could explain how someone could take form from thin air. Nothing he had studied in his academic years could justify what he had seen. He kept coming to the conclusion that he was going mad. He could sometimes feel something touching him, watching him. Every sound now made him paranoid. Jay loathed thinking that maybe he was starting to believe in the supernatural. He kept on asking himself whether he was being stalked by a ghost. The thought was stupid enough to make him laugh but just maybe this time he was right…

Jay slowly caressed the jacket the man had put on him.

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Somehow this incident was more of a blessing then a curse. Jay's strained relation with his father had come to an end. He found himself being able to talk more openly with his father and his mother was very pleased with the new bond the two males in her house were forming. Father and son now could sit in one room without the overpowering air hanging over them.

While remembering their older and happier days Jay made the mistake of saying Linus' name in front of his father. Instead of the usual trembling fury, Jay was faced with a resigned and defeated man. With a sigh and a wave of the hand, his father made Jay sit down next to him.

"I know I have been acting rather unfairly in the case of your brother, but what happened to you is exactly what I wanted to save him from."

"What do mean?" Jay inquired.

"What I mean is that I grew up in a society where men had to be butch; mean; and not indulge in anything that was deemed girly. When Linus was growing up I just felt that being interested in feminine arts meant that he was a bit… queer."

Jay pulled at his collar as he felt himself growing warm.

His father didn't notice his obvious discomfort.

"Now that I know I'm wrong," His father gave pained sigh, "it's too late to rectify my mistake."

Jay covered his father's hand with his own.

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Another night on the prowl the mysterious man looked around the heathen night clubs trying to find a pulsating body. Nothing could sooth the anguish his body faced as he tried to go further than his allotted radius. Another pain he faced was that of the boy. He was causing him to lose control.

No human being had ever seen him and lived to tell the tale. Fearsome warriors and virtuous maids; none could entice him enough to leave them alive. Contact with his immaterial form he found acceptable but not with his rarely seen one. The boy's face roamed in his head as a young woman allowed him to breach her personal space. With the culmination of their satisfaction he presented her with death.

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Rowan tutted as he flipped through the newspaper.

"Another one dead; what is wrong with the world these days? Even prostitutes are not safe any more form gallivanting murderers."

Jay thwacked him on the shoulder. "Death is not something to joke about,"

Rowan sneezed as he laughed, "I don't even know why the police are so surprised by murders. These women are high risk anyway; they were bound to catch the fancy of some serial killer."

Jay rolled his eyes as he took another bite of his burger. "Quit with the body count and tell me more news."

"Well, the DH is in town," Rowan spoke after scrutinising the page carefully.

Jay scrunched up his face as he tried to make sense of the news, "What the heck is DH,"

"Oh, you wouldn't know would you, you igranamous," Jay was hit on the head by the rolled up newspaper, "they're bounty hunters; they catch mysterious killers like our very own slayer."

"When the hell did we become so primitive. Isn't the police enough,"

"Oh no," Rowan sighed dreamily, "They're a separate organization funded by the government. Apparently they do what the police can't. One hundred percent success rate I've heard."

Jay got off the picnic table they were sitting on, scrubbing the crumbs of himself. "Well thanks for the nice fairy tale but I've got to go. Mum wanted me back home by four."

Rowan looked at his glittery watch and smirked, "And it looks like you're going to be late, run fast my bitch."

Jay gave him the finger in retaliation and started running out of the park. He avoided a Frisbee and sunbathing girls and finally made it at the gate of the park, completely out of breath.

The road outside was completely silent. By this time most people would have reached home in time for tea. Jay pulled up his collar as the seaside breeze shuddered around him. Jay put his hands inside his pockets and he never realized that his ring was shining a deep red.

Very suddenly, Jay felt the wind around him tighten around him. It descended around him containing a very familiar component.

"Why don't you leave me alone," Jay screamed as he felt a presence close in behind him.

Something delicately shifted his hair away from the left side of the neck. Jay trembled as hot gusts of air slowly touched his neck. He felt his knees turn to jelly as moist lips touched his skin. With careful precision the lips would touch and retreat up his neck. They continued up Jay's ear and Jay realized that the man was saying something each time he touched him.

"Mine,"

Jay exhaled in a short, sharp breath and the presence was completely gone the next second.

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Jay reached home that evening an hour late. His breath was still irregular and he knew his ear would never feel the same way. He opened the front door and left his muddy boots outside. Jay was surprised to feel the mood of the house had changed completely. The sombre mood had evaporated leaving joy in its place. All the lights in the house were on and Jay could smell something delicious being cooked in the kitchen.

Jay was surprised to find his mother in the kitchen looking very pleased and not at all angry as he had expected.

"Guess what happened when you were away, Jay?"

Her son gave her a confused look.

"Linus came back,"

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