Rec : This Other Darkness by metzlimoon

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Title: This Other Darkness
Author: metztlimoon 
Genre: Angst, Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Ianto begins acting strangely, craving blood, becoming violent, Jack must enter Cardiff's underworld to find a solution. But does Ianto want to be saved?
Status: COMPLETE
Length: 15, 500 (in SIX parts, all linked at the bottom)
Warnings: blood, vampirism, mind control/iffy consent
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Being a huge Vampire/Supernatural fan, I'd die happy if the show ever touched upon Vampires. But if not? This totally works. Imagine my joy upon reading this! I read this this morning and could not tear myself away from it. It is just. Awesome. Ianto is so spot on for what has happened to him, me thinks.

 

I should have known, Jack thinks, as he cradles Ianto in his arms oblivious to the water. I should have known *something*. He’s soaked, and Ianto’s hands, red raw from scrubbing, grip his sodden shirt. “It’s okay,” Jack murmurs into Ianto’s hair. “It will be okay. We’ll fix this.”

 

Owen appears at the door, taking in the scene with one glance. If he’s disturbed by seeing Jack fully clothed in a bath, holding a naked Ianto, he doesn’t –for once- show it.

 

“Ah, Jack… a word?”

 

“What is it?”

 

Owen gestures with his head, what he has to say isn’t for Ianto’s ears. Jack nods, and tilts Ianto’s chin until he meets his gaze. “I’ll be right back, okay.”

Ianto nods dumbly, and as Jack climbs out of the water he takes the nail brush and the bottle of bleach with him.

 

“Owen,” Jack says.

 

Owen makes one, brief, expression at the water dripping from Jack onto the floor of Ianto’s living room. “Found something.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Not pretty.”

 

“And....”

 

“Cat with its throat torn out. By human teeth.”

 

“You think….?”

 

“None of the blood in this flat is human, Jack.”

 

“Well that’s something to be grateful for at least.”

 

“Frankly, I always wondered which one of us was going to lose it first.”

 

“Enough,” Jack says. “Ianto hasn’t lost it.”

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