Chapter 5

"Your face don't look too good. Not that you look bad. I mean you look bad, but not bad bad. I mean… you always look… and… now you just look more… injured…" Stupid Barry. Stupid Barry. Stupid stupid Barry. That was real smooth.

"… Bruises are always worse the days after." Roddy couldn't figure out what kind of game this predator was playing. Why would he care about his injuries? Why give him gifts and drive him to school (If that's where they were going)? And if he wanted to fuck him, why didn't he just get it over with? It's not like Roddy would be able to stop him. At least things would start to make sense again.

Barry felt embarrassed. He knew that. Good job at making himself look stupid in front of Roddy. " Oh… I should have thought of that. I mean, I've gotten hurt plenty of times from playing sport. Various sports in fact. Do you like sports? I've been playing all my life. American football, rugby, wrestling… Soo, you play the violin. Are you any good?.. Of course you're good, why wouldn't you be. I'm sure that you're amazing. Maybe you'll play for me sometime?" Roddy slightly turned his head so he could see the Jägerbar more clearly. Barry looked so hopeful, which baffled Roddy. After all the rambling about sport, he hadn't pecked the Jägerbar as a lover of classical music, but then again looks can be deceiving. "You like classical music?" No matter how hard Roddy tried, he failed to keep the incredulous tone out of his voice.

Barry blanched. "Well no… not exactly. But I'll still love to hear you play. I'm sure it won't be boring at all." Barry winced. "I, uhm, I mean… I know it won't be boring at all, course you'll be playing, which also means that I won't fall asleep, course I'll be too busy watching you." If Roddy wasn't so scared and freaked out due to this bizarre situation, he would have loved to tear that sentence apart. For one thing it's poorly constructed. For another ting, it's contradictory: Why would one fall asleep out of boredom, if one wasn't bored? This Jägerbar really seemed as unintelligent as he looked. He has all the characteristics of a rich kid with a trustfund big enough to buy a small country, who will never work a day in his life, who breezes through school due to daddy's money and connections. People like that, really rubs Roddy the wrong way.

A long and uncomfortable silence reigned in the car.

They pulled up in front of the school, but before Roddy could get out of the car, Barry locked the doors. Roddy heard the locks in the car slam shut, desperately turned around and pressed his back to the door – heart beating and looking at Barry with big terrified eyes. He knew this was too good to be true – that it was a trick. He was stupid to think even for one second, that the predator would actually take him to school. And the Jägerbar just sat there and stared at him.

"I saw your schools property stamp on the violincase. You do like the gift I gave you right? You're going to return the borrowed violin to the school today, right?"

"If I do, will you let me out and leave me alone?"

Barry got a weird look in his eyes. He moved towards Roddy and leaned over him, so that Roddy was effectively trapped in a half lying half sitting position between the locked door and Barry's broad and muscular body. Barry supported most of his weight on his left arm, which was propped besides Roddy's head on the toned car window, while his right hand lightly caressed Roddy's hip. The look in Barry's eyes, scared Roddy more than anything ever had before. What he saw in the predator's eyes was a mixture of adoration, obsession and possession.

"Silly, you're free to leave whenever you want. I'm not holding you prisoner, I…I just wanted to talk to you a little longer before you head for class. As to the other part of you question…I won't leave you alone… I don't think that I can…" Barry's right hand slipped under Roddy's shirt and moved slightly upwards until he came in contact with Roddy's bare skin. Roddy's left hand shot down and grabbed the questing hand around the wrist, to try to keep it from moving further up. But that wasn't necessary, for Barry didn't try to do more than he already was. In fact, Barry relished in the feeling of Roddy's voluntary touch. A slight shudder of pleasure went through him at the contact, and he looked down at Roddy's hand on his wrist. Roddy quickly removed his hand as if burned the second he noticed the Jägerbar's fixation.

"You didn't have to do that. You can touch me all you want. In fact, I like it when you do."

"What if I don't want to touch you? Are you going to hurt me?"

A hint of hurt crept into Barry's eyes. "If you don't want to touch me, then don't. I'm not going to force you." Roddy snorted and looked away "Yeah, right."

Barry removed his right hand, from where it had continued it's slow ministrations, and used it to slightly cup Roddy's left cheek. "Roddy look at me. Please." Roddy slowly complied – what other choice did he have?

"I will never hurt you. I can't promise to always control myself around you, because I can't. I think that I have already proved that. But I will never force myself on you… more than I already have done." Barry then buried his nose in Roddy's neck, and inhaled the delicious scent that is Roddy. "I'll try to control myself around you. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable to be around me – but it's just soo difficult to keep my hands off of you."

Barry lifted his head and inched closer to Roddy until only a hairsbreadth separated their lips. Oh, how Barry wanted to lean forward and seal their lips together. To plunder that sweet mouth, to map that beautiful body with his mouth, to hear those moans and screams of ecstasy, to… Barry pulled away and sat upright in the driver's seat. "You're going to be late." He ran a hand through his hair, unlocked the car, exited it, but before he could reach the passenger side, Roddy was already out, so instead he took Roddy's things from the backseat and handed them to him. "So, erm, I'll just see you later then." He rubbed his neck and with a muttered curse got back into his car, and drove away.

What. The. Hell.

A Jägerbar wants him. Barry – the Jägerbar – wants him – a Reinigen… He probably just wants to play with him, before eating him. Must be a recipe in the Cook Book for Predators – something about how betrayal makes the prey taste so much better.

But what if he's actually interested in him for him… Roddy shook his head. He must be losing it. He hurried to class.

It was finally time for lunch. He headed towards the cafeteria. Getting something to eat would be soo good since his stomach has been growling all day. The day had been awful so far: he, once again, hadn't done his homework nor had he been able to concentrate in class due to the whole Jägerbar thing.

He was nearing the cafeteria when he noticed no other than Barry standing in front of the entrance. As soon as Barry noticed that Roddy had become aware of his presence, began he to walk towards him. "Hello Roddy."

"Wha-what are you doing here?"

"I came to eat lunch with you."

Roddy looked at him incredulously "You do know that you can't eat in the school cafeteria when you aren't a student, right?"

"I know. Which is why I have already bought us lunch. It's in the trunk of my car. That is… if you even want to have lunch with me?" Barry looked so hopeful, that it shocked Roddy into consenting.

Out in the parking lot Barry opened the trunk.

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I picked up a few choices. Just take whatever you want."

Roddy couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had never had this much food to chose from before – some of the things he hadn't even tasted before.

"What's wrong? You do like at least one of these things, don't you?… but if you don't, then no problem. We'll drive somewhere and eat. You decide where, just tell me what you want."

Roddy couldn't help but snort "If we left to go somewhere to eat, we wouldn't make it back before my class starts."

"Oh…" Barry didn't know what to do. He had fucked this up. He had been so sure that he had all his bases covered with this selection, but apparently he had missed something. Worst of all was, that he had no way of correcting it. When Roddy saw the lost look on the Jägerbar, he was, once again, confronted with the surrealism these past few days had contained. He reached down in the trunk and took the chicken and bacon sandwich. Barry – now looking pleased – took the honey glazed ham labeled sandwich, grabbed two bottles of water and closed the trunk. He then hopped up on the closed trunk, patted the place next to him, and waited for Roddy to accept the invitation to sit, before he unwrapped his sandwich and started to eat. All the while watching Roddy attentively.

After a little while he broke the silence. "Why a chicken and bacon sandwich?" he asked curiously. Roddy hesitated, and took a sip of water before answering. "I like the combination." The Jägerbar kept staring at him, like he was expecting Roddy to elaborate. What is wrong with this predator? Perhaps HE is the one suffering from a concussion. It certainly would make a lot more sense than this bizarre situation. Roddy rather quickly succumbed to his irritation. "Look, it was one of the few things that I knew what was okay. I have no idea what the French and Italian dishes are and I have never tasted sushi before. What is it you want from me?! Why me? From where do you even know me?"

Barry folded the empty sandwich wrapper up and threw it into a nearby trashcan, all the while trying to find a way to tell Roddy the truth without coming off as a stalking psychopathic weirdo.

"The first time that I saw you were months ago. You intrigued me, but I didn't think much of it. That is… until I saw you a couple of more times. I got more and more interested in you everytime I saw you. Suddenly I found myself thinking about you constantly, I couldn't help it – so I asked around, managed to get a few pieces of information like your name, where you live and go to school. Sometimes I would hide close to your home so I could catch a glimpse of you going to school, other times I would wait outside you school and watch you head home. That's when I started to notice that you tended to walk through the park, so I started to frequent it from time to time. I tried to come up with a way to approach you, but I couldn't think of any. And then I saw you laying on the ground that day. I know that I should have given you your things sooner, I just wanted to enjoy your scent for a little while. I don't know why, but I want you. I want to treasure you. I want to give you everything you deserve, and everything that you desire. I want you to be mine."

The look on Barry's face and the intensity of it all terrified Roddy. This isn't something he wants. He doesn't want to belong to a Jägerbar. If his lot in life is to be a toy for some predator, then fine, so be it. Just as long as it's not a Jägerbar.

"What if I don't want to be yours? Are you going to make me?" He hated how his voice trembled slightly with fear.

"Every instinct I have screams 'yes'… But I don't follow the old ways anymore. I no longer just take what I want… So, no. I won't make you. But I won't go away either – not completely anyway. I can't."

Roddy didn't truly believe that Barry would let him walk away, but he decided to risk it. "Thank you for the violin, but… I don't want it. Thank you for lunch, and now please… just leave me alone." He jumped down from the car and started to walk back to school, when a hand grabbed his arm. He quickly turned around – he knew that the predator had lied to him – and came face to face with an absolutely devastated looking Jägerbar.

"Keep the violin."

Barry then reluctantly released Roddy's arm, and watched him walk away.