Post by JACKSON CRANE on Feb 28, 2016 1:04:29 GMT -6
once upon a time,
i swore i had a heart...long before the world i knew, tore it all apart.
life for the crane boys was hardly what one could consider perfect. hell, it was fucked up...if you really wanted to put a label on it. they'd been through significant losses, from both of their parents to countless friends and extended family members. what started off as a personal vendetta of their father's had quickly become a full time job, opening up a door to a world full of monsters. the fear factor had long since left jackson crane, instead having been replaced with something much more numb. he trusted no one, particularly those who weren't mortal. and for that reason, he put the all down. no questions asked.
the recent exception recently had been his sister, alexandra. the crane men were int the business, without much choice, but they'd all done their best to keep little alex out of it. she was away at school, where she should have been, enjoying her full ride athletic scholarship. the problem surfaced when she left that to join in on david crane's hunt. where alex was involved, there was no telling her no. when she wanted something, she stopped at nothing until she got it. in this case, she wanted to prove she could hunt along with the boys. that was just it about the girl; half the time she could do it better...whatever it was. it was her determination and stubbornness, which closely mirrored jackson's, that had led her to her current status as a vampire.
while jax was off playing house, his sister had attempted to take his place. it was a lot of guilt he harbored for the situation, going to great lengths to find some sort of reversal for the affliction. problem was, he was beginning to think she liked being a monster. david, before his death, had told jackson he needed to put her down...no matter what. while he'd promised he could do it, he was just lying to his old man. hell would have to freeze over before he'd ever stake his own sister. there had to be a way around it.
but alex wasn't the only one jackson had promised to take care of. in the journal left to him, his father had written about the prophecy of their family. the hunter had disregarded it completely, particularly the junk about them being descendants of the only man to have taken down some stupid sleepy hollow legend. as of recently, with the sightings and the burning scar on the back of his neck, he realized it was getting harder and harder to dismiss. and while matty was consistently telling jax he was okay, the eldest brother could sense something off about him. still, jackson refused to believe that per his father's written orders, he was going to have to take care of his brother in order to save the village and subsequently the world from apocalypse. no. murdering either of his siblings was not an option. he'd sooner go to hell himself.
jackson was generally the heavy sleeper, usually being woken only after many attempts from matthew. today, however, he'd found it difficult to sleep, even after their busy night of hunting the evening before. he sat awake for many hours, a beer in his hand, until he deemed himself bored enough to get up and actually do something. in a matter of forty-five minutes, he'd ventured off to the gas station, loading up on as much junk food as he could manage. he snuck back into the shitty motel room with a brown paper bag, having realized matthew was still asleep.
one by one, he began unload the contents of the bag onto the table int he corner. consisting of a few bags of chips, frozen burritos, beer, and such, it was truly a wonder how the hunter wasn't significantly heavier in size. picking up a wrapped breakfast sandwich, he tossed it at his brother's sleeping form, hitting him in the back. "wakey, wakey, sunshine. got some grub." jax informed him before anger ensued, nearly tearing the back in two as he attempted to get to the bottom. "sunuva bitch!" he scowled, tossing the bag to the floor. "forgot the pie!" he had half a mind to go back there but figured he'd just see if he could coax matty into it.
the recent exception recently had been his sister, alexandra. the crane men were int the business, without much choice, but they'd all done their best to keep little alex out of it. she was away at school, where she should have been, enjoying her full ride athletic scholarship. the problem surfaced when she left that to join in on david crane's hunt. where alex was involved, there was no telling her no. when she wanted something, she stopped at nothing until she got it. in this case, she wanted to prove she could hunt along with the boys. that was just it about the girl; half the time she could do it better...whatever it was. it was her determination and stubbornness, which closely mirrored jackson's, that had led her to her current status as a vampire.
while jax was off playing house, his sister had attempted to take his place. it was a lot of guilt he harbored for the situation, going to great lengths to find some sort of reversal for the affliction. problem was, he was beginning to think she liked being a monster. david, before his death, had told jackson he needed to put her down...no matter what. while he'd promised he could do it, he was just lying to his old man. hell would have to freeze over before he'd ever stake his own sister. there had to be a way around it.
but alex wasn't the only one jackson had promised to take care of. in the journal left to him, his father had written about the prophecy of their family. the hunter had disregarded it completely, particularly the junk about them being descendants of the only man to have taken down some stupid sleepy hollow legend. as of recently, with the sightings and the burning scar on the back of his neck, he realized it was getting harder and harder to dismiss. and while matty was consistently telling jax he was okay, the eldest brother could sense something off about him. still, jackson refused to believe that per his father's written orders, he was going to have to take care of his brother in order to save the village and subsequently the world from apocalypse. no. murdering either of his siblings was not an option. he'd sooner go to hell himself.
jackson was generally the heavy sleeper, usually being woken only after many attempts from matthew. today, however, he'd found it difficult to sleep, even after their busy night of hunting the evening before. he sat awake for many hours, a beer in his hand, until he deemed himself bored enough to get up and actually do something. in a matter of forty-five minutes, he'd ventured off to the gas station, loading up on as much junk food as he could manage. he snuck back into the shitty motel room with a brown paper bag, having realized matthew was still asleep.
one by one, he began unload the contents of the bag onto the table int he corner. consisting of a few bags of chips, frozen burritos, beer, and such, it was truly a wonder how the hunter wasn't significantly heavier in size. picking up a wrapped breakfast sandwich, he tossed it at his brother's sleeping form, hitting him in the back. "wakey, wakey, sunshine. got some grub." jax informed him before anger ensued, nearly tearing the back in two as he attempted to get to the bottom. "sunuva bitch!" he scowled, tossing the bag to the floor. "forgot the pie!" he had half a mind to go back there but figured he'd just see if he could coax matty into it.
MATTHEW CRANE // as promised // 722
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