oneshots: legacy edition (jalex)

Rivalry

So it started with a Romeo and Juliet kinda tragedy.
A couple centuries ago, these two species (werewolves and vampires) were basically at war with each other, blah blah blah, one of each of them falls in love, you pretty much know the rest.

Except for the fact that the vampire was betrothed to a witch in hopes of uniting the two differing species.

Once it was found out that said vampire was sleeping with a werewolf, the witch cursed the entire vampire species.
Since werewolves experience mating cycles, the witch cursed every vampire who will ever fall in love with a werewolf to experience the complimentary cycle.

That was before she found out her betrothed vampire committed die after his werewolf boyfriend committed die, but undoing a curse on an entire species is way too much trouble.

Flash forward a couple centuries and vampires and werewolves still don't get along, though it's long forgotten as to why.

Jack Barakat's had just about enough of vampires. Letting a vampire join his band is bad enough, but when the vampire is Alex-Fucking-Gaskarth, that's a whole new low.

Jack doesn't really have much of a problem with vampires, if anything it's vampires that have a problem with Jack. Ya know, with him being a werewolf and all.

It's stupid, really. A centuries old rivalry between two species living in the same civilization should really start to mellow out eventually. Vampires and werewolves work together all the time. Jack's met plenty of vampires that are cool, but Alex is just...

There's just something about him that rubs Jack the wrong way. But he's friends with both Rian and Zack, so ultimately, Jack got outvoted in the final decision of Who Should Be Our New Singer.

Alex. Alex is their new singer.

It's not like Jack hasn't been trying to get along. If anything it's Alex who's been causing problems. The band's gotten along just fine without him, so really Alex has to be the reason tensions are rising.

Of course, it doesn't help that Jack's rut cycle just started.
Billions of years of evolution and werewolves still have fucking mating cycles. They're basically the only fucking part of the population who deal with this too, so if Jack wants to find someone to help him through this cycle, he's going to have to go all the way uptown to the nearest werewolf bar.

Jack's spent the last hour trying to find something decent to wear, but all of his good jeans are rubbing in all the wrong places.
He barely gets his jacket on when someone buzzes his apartment, presumably his downstairs neighbor who always forgets her keys. What's her name again? Linda?
Jack's life is annoying enough without fucking Linda forgetting her keys.

"Hello?" Jack says through the shitty speaker. He tries not to sound too annoyed, but it's a losing battle. There's a pretty long pause before the person says anything. For a second, Jack thinks Linda actually had her keys after all. Then the buzzer goes off again, and it's definitely not Linda speaking.

"Jack are you there? I have... I have a problem."

No fucking way. Of all the fucking people to show up now.
"What the fuck do you want, Gaskarth."
"Can I come up? Please? It's- I don't know where else to go."

Maybe it's the awful speaker system, but Jack's pretty fucking sure Alex is scared. Scared of what? That his stupid umbrella won't block out enough of the sun?

"Why don't you go home then?" It's less of a question and more of a suggestion. Alex is the last person Jack wants to see this week—or any week for that matter. But especially this week. Not to mention, it's the middle of the day, and Alex is a fucking vampire.