It happened before Peter could do anything to stop it. Charley's eyes went wide and dead in a way that was terrible to see, and his body went limp in the vampire's arms. It took Peter a moment to get over the initial shock and snap out of the horror the sight wrung in him, but then his survival instinct took over and he tore away. Thrashing through all of them, he somehow made it to the stairs. It was useless; he was bitten, what was going to happen was going to happen, but that didn't mean he had to stick around and make it easy for them. And it looked like he actually stood a chance. Jerry was nowhere to be seen, and the others weren't attempting to follow him.

He woke up with a start. It took him a moment to realise that he'd been dreaming; Charley wasn't dead. He was dead, or turned, or turning; any of which were quite likely as he was now in the vampire's basement. He sat up in the dust and looked around, bewildered. He couldn't see anyone, and he didn't feel any different. Feeling a little surreal, as in his dream, he made for the stairs. Stumbling out of the basement door into a dimly lit room, making blindly for the hall, he ran straight into the vampire. Jerry caught hold of him easily, unhurt, and started laughing. "Daytime, Peter. You're not going anywhere."

Struggling was like trying to wrench himself out of a steel vice, and Jerry took no notice. He held onto him with one hand easily, and brushed a strand of his hair out of the way and, instead of what Peter was expecting, cradled his head and kissed him. The blood in his mouth tasted strange, but not unpleasantly so. It had a fast-acting effect, making him feel giddy and disorientated, his mind and limbs softening. He made a weak, muffled sound of protest and tried to dislodge their mouths.

Jerry's hand went up to his hair and ran his fingers through it in a way that somehow felt nice, nurturing. Feeling him weaken under the touch, Jerry kissed him harder, this time flicking his tongue into Peter's mouth, and the coppery taste sending endorphins to his brain. Releasing his mouth, Jerry moved down to Peter's throat, kissing him there gently. The hand tangled in his hair moved to stroke his cheek, then grazed down the skin of his neck to his collarbone, finally coming to rest on the nape of his neck. The trail of kisses moved down the sensitive patch where his shoulder and neck joined, still soft, with no feeling of fangs.

Peter gave an unwilling little moan in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. He could feel himself getting hard. He felt sick and scared right down to the pit of his stomach, and part of him hoped he would faint, or just be killed, rather than be messed with like this.

The vampire's hand found the front of his jacket and unzipped it in a fluid motion. As his clothes were unzipped, unbuttoned and slid off his arms, Peter made a few feeble protests and attempts to push Jerry's hands away, hoping he wouldn't feel the way his cock was reacting. Jerry took no notice, merely pulled Peter closer and began to explore his back and chest with his palms, running them down the length of Peter's arms to his hands, bringing one up to his mouth to kiss the palm and fingertips. Peter normally like going this slow, in any circumstances, but he hadn't been touched like this in so long, and it was starting to feel wonderful.

He still felt light-headed, and came forward like a rag-doll when Jerry pulled him down to the floor. Jerry kissed his throat again, briefly, then moved down to his run his lips over a nipple and flicked it with his tongue while gently teasing the other, tracing circles around it with his claws and pinching it gently. When he had got a satisfactory amount of noise out of Peter, he stopped to pulls his jeans off his hips, along with his boots and boxers. Still with his eyes closed and face averted, Peter felt a brief rush of air, presumably the vampire removing his own clothes.

There was a little pause, and Peter could feel himself being looked over, too scared to open his own eyes. Then the vampire's hands were stroking him again, and he kissed him. This time, Peter couldn't taste any blood. Jerry's mouth was warm and his tongue was skilled, dominating Peter's with ease. His hand went back to Peter's hair, discovering quickly that he liked the feeling of being groomed. He bit Peter's lip then, but gently, nowhere near to drawing blood, and his hand went between Peter's legs and wrapped around his cock.

Peter gave an involuntary little moan as his cock jumped in Jerry's hand, and, in what felt like a reward, Jerry began to deliver hard, firm strokes. Panting, and beginning to feel slick with sweat, Peter let weak pleas fall from his lips, unsure if he was begging for more or the end. Jerry kissed his abdomen obligingly and trailed down, further down, until Peter's cock was in his mouth. Peter gave up holding back then, nearly sobbing with pleasure. Seconds later, he came undone.

After a moment, the vampire had moved back and Peter looked down, realising he had come as well. They looked at each other for a moment. Peter was convinced Jerry would be annoyed that they hadn't fucked and, bizarrely, heard Ginger's voice in his head mocking him for being early.

"Howcome you're alive?" he blurted.

"Your little books aren't completely accurate," he said with a shrug. He turned from Peter and began to pull his clothes back on. "I'm over 300 years old, Peter. It takes a hell of a lot more than a stake."

Peter began yanking his own clothes on.

"As you'll see," he added with a small smirk.

"I know what to do if I want to turn back," he said quickly, almost mumbling it. He pulled his shirt back on, and when he emerged, Jerry was still looking amused, unoffended.

"If," he repeated significantly. "Good luck with that."

"What time is it?"

"7am."

Great.