Rating: Probably NC-17.
Summary: AU. When Ianto Jones was six years old he was chased by wolves while playing in the forest near his home. One of them attacked. A month later Ianto is certain that the wolves have come for him again. His parent's brush it off as child's imagination. The morning after is one Ianto will never forget. Now he must live his life in Torchwood trying to resist his temptations and the things he craves while keeping all of his secrets. Will he cope?
Warnings: Werewolf!Ianto, Dark, Blood, Slash, AU... more? Well, I'll let you know.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for way too active imagination. I'm not RTD or am in anyway associated with the making of Torchwood, if I was a certain series would have gone a lot differently and there would be less of some things and more of others ^^
Chapter rating: NC-15 or 17, pretty disturbing this mind of mine. Things are bloody too.
Somewhere in the Welsh countryside, 21st November, 1989.
Ianto had a terrible feeling.
He wasn't sure what it was but he was certain it was bad. Something bad was coming for him. He just knew it. He didn't know how he knew it or why someone would come. His little heart was beating so fast. It was like a whole a marching band was leading a parade inside is chest.
It was coming closer.
Ianto was so scared and clutched his little stuffed puppy. He called him Zeus. Zeus was supposed to be very powerful and mighty and Ianto believed that if his stuffed puppy - a sled dog - had a powerful enough name he could protect its owner against all evil.
This time Ianto wasn't so sure.
Ianto knew he had to do something. But what?
So he did what any six-year old boy would; he ran to his father.
"Tad!" Ianto shouted as he ran into the lounge. His father was sitting in the old chair that had once belonged to his father's great-grandfather. Their old-fashioned radio was on and playing a melancholic jazz tune. Ianto's mum sat in their sofa almost-but-not-quite opposite his tad. She looked up from the little pink thing she was knitting (Ianto was going to be a big brother).
"Cedric Ianto Jones! Go back to bed right now! You should be sound asleep!" His mother furrowed her brows.
Ianto's tad lowered the newspaper he had been reading and looked at his son's frightened face over the rim of his glasses. "What is it, son?" He asked, his Welsh accent sounding so much different from his mother's English one.
Ianto lost all self-control and began sobbing. His father folded his newspaper and sighed "Come here, boy." He said calmly. Ianto moved towards his father and sat in his lap. It was something he did when he felt bad, had always done. "Did you have a nightmare?" The boy shook his head. "Then what's wrong?"
Ianto sniffed as his father wiped the tears off his face. "There's something coming, tad. Something really bad." Sniff. "I think it's coming to do something really bad" a sob escaped the boy's throat and he cried into his tad's shoulder. Gwydion looked at his wife, Katie, asking the silent question of 'do you know what this is all about?'. She shrugged and looked at her son. He looked so very vulnerable. She put down her knit and walked over to her husband and crouched in front of him. She started stroking their son's back.
"Ianto, pet, why would you think that?"
Ianto looked at her. His blue eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. He was so much like her but he had his father's blue eyes while hers were green ('like the grass in the summer' Ianto sometimes said) and he had her dark-colored hair while his father's hair was more sandy-brown. Ianto liked when his mother called him 'pet', it was such a mum-like thing, if that made any sense. Of course he knew he wasn't her pet "I don't know, mum, I just know. I can feel it" he whispered the last sentence.
She smiled a small smile and kissed his forehead. "Listen, how about we get you back to bed, I'll sing you a song and you go to sleep?"
"No, mummy! I can't! We have to do something--"
"Ianto" she said firmly "listen, sweetheart, there's nothing coming," she shushed him when he started to argue "listen to me love; there's nothing out there that will want to hurt you. You know why?" She paused and Ianto looked at her. He had stopped sobbing was now sniffing and waiting for her to continue. "Because we won't let 'em. Okay?" Ianto nodded. She kissed the top of his head and took his hand as he slid off his tad's lap.
Maybe Ianto was wrong. Yeah, maybe it was just something every child experienced sometimes when it was dark out. Yeah, maybe. But Ianto couldn't shake the feeling off completely although his mum had an incredible way to calm Ianto and chase his fears away. Ianto suspected it was magic. One that every mother has and uses when their children need them. Yeah, that's what it was.
"'Ve you got Zeus?" she asked when they entered Ianto's bedroom. He held the gray and white dog for his mother to see. "Good" she said and smiled as she pulled the covers back. Ianto crawled into his bed and laid down. He shifted a little to the side to make room for his mum. She spread the covers over him before laying down beside him.
When his mother began singing it seemed everything was right with the world. It was probably the magic again. 'Cause that's what his mother's voice was; magical.
"Vem kan segla förutan vind
vem kan ro utan årar
vem kan skiljas från vännen sin
förutan at fälla tårar
Jag kan segla förutan vind
jag kan ro utan årar
Men ej skiljas från vännen min
förutan att fälla tårar"
It was Ianto's favorite lullaby - even though he didn't understand a word of it. He had once asked his mother about it and she had said that it was Swedish, what they speak in Sweden. Ianto had asked what the lyrics meant and he couldn't remember exactly what she said but he was pretty certain it had something to do with friends or loved ones. When or how his mum had learned Swedish he didn't know.
When Ianto wasn't asleep when his mother had sung the song twice she started humming the melody and before Ianto knew it he was sound asleep.
Ianto woke up with a start for some unknown reason. He hadn't been dreaming (or nothing he could remember, anyway) and the house was quiet. Right then the six-year-old was wishing for the sound of something. He clutched Zeus close to his chest and forced himself to get out of bed. He was a big boy now, he could do it. And then it hit him. A powerful wave of something, like a cold wind flowing through his veins. And again. And again. Ianto's breath was caught in his throat.
As soon as it had appeared it was over. Ianto could breathe again. His small feet landed on the carpet on his bedroom floor and he was about to sprint for his parents' room when something in the garden below caught his eye.
Something was moving in the garden. Ianto's bedroom was at the second floor of their house with a view over the garden so he followed the movement as well as he could (it was very dark outside) but what made it easier was the small lights on front of each thing. Eyes? That's when Ianto realized; they were here. Whatever they were. And they were here. In his garden.
He heard a crash downstairs like glass breaking.
They were in his house.
Ianto's heart was beating faster and faster louder and louder. He looked around for somewhere to hide. His eyes landed on his bed. He slid under it.
He knew it was a lame hiding place and it was probably the first place they'd look if it was him they were after (and he was fairly certain). He also knew he was a coward. Knew he should be warning his parents of the danger in their home!
The stairs creaked. The boy's heart was beating faster.
Why weren't his parents awake!? Why couldn't his tad come in and save the day, like in all those stories his mum used to tell him!?
Ianto could hear footsteps in the hallway, nearing his bedroom.
Ianto's heart was now beating more loudly and faster than it ever had before. Even faster than when -a month ago- he had been out playing in the woods and the wolves chased him and one of them attacked him. His taddy had come and found him then. So why wasn't he here now?
Just as Ianto could hear footsteps almost right in front of his bedroom everything went black.
When Ianto awoke again all he could see was orange. It took him a moment to realize that it was the morning sun. He was still under his bed.
Everything was the same.
No, not everything. Not at all. He could feel it. He could smell it in the air. No, really, there was a smell Ianto didn't recognize floating in the atoms of the air in his bedroom. But his bedroom was not the source of the smell.
Ianto crawled back from under his bed slowly dragging Zeus with him. His muscles were sore and stiff from lying on the floor all night.
Did he fall asleep last night underneath his bed? No, he didn't think he did. Then it all came rushing back to him; a feeling-cryin-soothing-lying-singing-sle
His heart started beating once more. He was alright though. They hadn't come for him? Then wh... (who-why-what-how-whatfor-howcome?)
The boy's eyes widened and he rushed out of his room.
"Mom?! Tad?!" He was yelling frantically. As he entered the hallway the smell became stronger and Ianto didn't know if he should be repulsed or intrigued. But it didn't matter, he had to find his parents and make sure they were alright. It seemed to take forever to reach the end of the hallway where the master bedroom was. His parent's room. The smell was even stronger there, where he stood, in front of his parent's bedroom. His hand reached forward to grab the doorknob, small twist of his wrist as he turned it and the door opened.
The sight that greeted him would both hunt and steady him for the rest of his life.
As the door swung back the smell hit him like a brick wall. It was sweet and bitter and metallic and salty and spicy and disgusting and wonderful. Ianto's mind became a blank, his hearing white noise (even though there was no sound except for the creaking of his parents' bedroom door, his tad had been meaning to fix that) when his eyes registered what he was seeing.
Most of the navy-blue carpet was black, colored by the deep-red blood that covered most of it. His father lay by the foot of the bed in an awkward position, his face was almost invisible as he lay face-mostly-down in his own blood. A large chunk of his right upper-arm had been ripped out leaving large bite marks. His tad slept in only his boxers so every bruise on his body was clearly visible on his tanned skin. His back was clawed and a large flap of his skin was inside-out and lay over his neck and a bit of the back of his head. His left leg was broken and was wrongly positioned. There were also large pieces of flesh and muscle missing from his thighs and calves.
Ianto swallowed hard and moved further into the room, clutching Zeus tight to his chest. His bare feet made small sounds of splitt splatt as they landed on the bloody carpet. As he stepped over his father's body the sight of his mum's body greeted him, causing him to drop Zeus on the floor. Soaking the stuffed toy with blood. Ianto dropped to his knees and started crawling towards his mother. He lost his balance for a moment and landed face-down in the blood, soaking himself.
Ianto's mum was lying on her back. Her green eyes staring wide at the ceiling and there were evidence of tears on her cheeks. Her face was the only thing of her body that was intact. It looked as though every inch of her body had ben bitten, clawed or god knows what. Unlike his father's molested body, his mum had been eaten. One of her thighs was almost completely gone and every other limb had at least been half-eaten.
Ianto went numb. Every rational thought vanished from his head and he set to work automatically. All he could think about was that it was Wednesday and he should be at school. His tad usually drove him but Ianto was fairly certain that that would not be happening today. He then thought that he should probably call his Uncle Cedric to see if he could maybe give him a lift. But he had never been taught how to use the telephone, his parents hadn't seen the point since the countryside was so safe.
Oh, well, Ianto thought. He prepared himself a launch-pack and put his textbooks in his schoolbag and set out walking. Of course he didn't notice that he was still wearing his bloody pajamas and was barefoot but he wasn't bothered, school was only 6 kilometers away.
The whole way, he was thinking about nothing. His mind was a blank and he was numb.
The next thing he knew he was at his school. He was probably a little late, mind, but he was here now. Surely his teacher would understand that there hadn't been anyone able to drive him so he'd had to walk.
He pushed open the door of his classroom.
"Ianto?" he heard his teacher's (Ms. Newton's- she was very sweet) voice call his name. She probably said something else but he couldn't know. Everything went past so fast. Then she was suddenly at his side touching his face, tugging on his PJs and leading him into the hallway. She sat him on what was probably a chair and checked his feet. Something must have been wrong since she lifted him up in his arms (usually Ianto would have protested being carried around like a child but Ms. Newton was very nice and he liked her a lot, she was also very very pretty) and carried him somewhere. From the smell it was most likely where the school's nurse took care of everybody and made people feel better. He didn't need that, did he? Was there something wrong with his feet maybe? Probably since the nurse (Ms. Penelope, that's what she wanted them to call her) wrapped some white bandages around them after she'd cleansed them with some water that stung very much, but Ianto didn't mind he didn't really feel anything but the stinging. But he was a really good boy and didn't make a sound, didn't even move.
All of the sudden his Uncle Cedric was crouching in front of him.
"Hey, Ianto?" His greeting sounded a little like a question. Ianto's eyes (that had been focusing on a very interesting silver something on one of Ms. Penelope's cupboards) focused on his Uncle. He was always so happy to see his Uncle. His Uncle was the best.
"Hi, Uncle Cedric" the boy greeted and smiled his sweetest smile.
There was a small pause. Inspector Cedric Rhobert Jones was looking at his little nephew smiling the most disturbing smile he had ever seen. The smile was the same he smiled whenever his Uncle came to visit his brother and sister-in-law but the dead eyes made his tiny nephew look like something from a horror film. Funny, that's exactly what his men had said when they went through the Jones' house
"Hi, how would you feel about coming with Uncle Cedric to work for a short while and maybe then take a trip to the city and visit grandma Carys? And maybe stay there for a few days" He tried to smile reassuringly.
"Yay!" Ianto's dead smile widened even further. He loved visiting his grandma. She always made everyone feel good. Suppose there was something like a grandma magic? Most definitely.
Little did the six-year old boy know; this terrible event would be the far from the last in his life.
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A/N: Okay, so this was the prologue, should I continue? I have a few 'scenes' in my head regarding this story. This one was inspired by a song by an Icelandic band called Dikta and the song's called The Story of Roscoe Gray. I'm not sure if it's anywhere on the internet though.
But anyways... the little lullaby Ianto's mother sings to him is called Vem kan segla förutan vind and is a folksong from the Åland Islands.
Here's the translation:
Who can sail without wind
who can row without oars
who can be parted from his friend
without shedding tears.
I can sail without wind
I can row without oars
But not be parted from my friend
without shedding tears.
And if anyone's interested here's a pretty good guy who is singing it and playing it on youtube : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5C-zfxf0vw
I know his translation is not the same as mine I think mine's better (I'm not Swedish though, but neither is he XD)
Please comment, comments make me very happy =)