Thank-you, everyone, for the lovely reviews and favourites/alerts. Only into the second chapter and I'm having so much fun writing this and I hope you have just as much fun reading it. I finally saw the movie last night, and I loved it. Though I can genuinely say I was disappointed by the ending because Jerry lost. I always seem to root for the bad guy. lol. I'm not even going to try to hide Amy's fate from you guys after seeing what a whore she was. The ho's gonna die. Charlie losing it to Jerry would have made a much better ending.

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Chapter 2: Don't LOVE Thy Neighbour

"Hey, Charlie."

The teen only spared a glance at his neighbour before quickening his pace and walking right by. The way Jerry smiled at him was a little too friendly, and the man's gaze made him feel exposed and vulnerable. As Charlie hurried into his house he could feel those eyes on him every second he wasn't safely inside. The way Jerry looked at Amy and his mom was bad enough, but the way Jerry looked at him... it was a whole different level of disturbing. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, an air of ill intent directed towards him.

Charlie found his neighbour to be a bit... too neighbourly towards him. In fact, it was more than that. The last time Charlie made the mistake of standing in arm's reach of Jerry the man ran his fingers down the length of Charlie's arm as he spoke to him and curled the pale digits around his own. Charlie pulled his hand back and ran back into the house. He didn't tell his mom what happened. It was just too weird. Charlie wasn't sure that actually just happened.

Charlie made his way up to his room and threw himself on the bed, sighing in frustration. Just when everything was going right for him it was spoiled by the arrival of Jerry Dandridge. He knew Jerry wasn't normal; whether it was that Jerry appeared to be hitting on him, or something else, there was something wrong with the guy and he seemed to be the only one that could see it. If Charlie did tell his mom about Jerry's behaviour towards him she probably wouldn't even believe him.

Who could blame the rest of the world for being blind, though?

Evil saw it. But the idiot actually thought Jerry was a vampire. Charlie hadn't heard from Ed in days, though, and the other boy hadn't been in school since they went to Adam's house. Charlie went to his house, and it was true, Ed and Adam had been watching Jerry. What did this mean, though?

It meant Charlie should stay the fuck away from Jerry.

Charlie cursed himself for the warmth flooding his face and travelling down to the rest of his body. Despite everything Charlie's biggest problem was that he couldn't stop thinking about Jerry, and it was causing him even more trouble, especially with Amy. It wasn't like they had any real problems, and of course she turned him on, so why was Jerry becoming such a distraction? Sure, Charlie wasn't getting any, but that was nothing new, so why would this one man change everything?

Charlie's mind was wandering when he was making out with Amy, wandering to thoughts of Jerry. At first it was only a brief thought here and there, and Charlie just brushed it off. After Jerry touched him, though, those thoughts became more frequent. He thought of what would have happened that night if he didn't turn away. It didn't take long for Charlie to realize he had a thing for his neighbour.

Amy had even taken notice of how distracted Charlie was, but of course she just thought it was his suspicion of Jerry. If she knew what else Charlie was thinking... Charlie was sure she wouldn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

The truth was Charlie was buried under all he was expected to be. It was hard enough with his dad not around, having to be the man of the house. Then in high school, like most kids, he fell into the trap of trying to fit into some sort of identity. Now his identity was as one of the popular kids, as Amy's boyfriend. Pursuing hot girls was what had been expected of him, and Charlie never allowed himself to think that maybe he should be doing something else. He had those moments of doubt, though, when someone definitely not female would catch his attention, but he'd always try to rationalize it and make up some excuse.

It was what he'd done with Jerry but now Charlie was beginning to see it wasn't so simple and there was no wishing away this weird attraction to the guy. Charlie knew, though, if he didn't have a girlfriend and even if maybe he was actually gay or bi and people knew he liked guys, that Jerry wasn't the kind of man it would be wise to get involved with. It wasn't even that Jerry was way older than him. Jerry was dangerous.

"The question is how?" Charlie thought, again cursing himself as the usual images flitted through his mind. The fact that Jerry was a dangerous man and possibly a threat to him and his loved ones shouldn't have made him even more attractive and intriguing.

All evening Charlie hid up in his room. If he went downstairs his mother would just press the usual questions as of late. She couldn't see that there was something really creepy about their neighbour, but it seemed lately everyone could see Charlie losing his mind. There was a potential psychopath living next door and yet they all thought he was the one that was crazy. Charlie was beginning to think that might be the case.

Sleep wouldn't come easy to Charlie tonight, as always, and the more the teen tried not to think about Jerry the more persistent those fantasies were. The thought of being held down, strong hands grabbing his hips with bruising force, getting used like a cheap whore... Why was Charlie thinking these things? He never spoke a word of it, but he often wished Amy wasn't so... typical. She didn't really do much. Charlie was always the one having to take control no matter what the circumstances.

Jerry, though... Charlie got the feeling he was the kind of guy that liked it rough. Even just being around Jerry made Charlie feel helpless. It was what Charlie wanted; to lose control and place his safety and sanity entirely in someone else's hands. Not that he could ever admit to that sort of thing, though. Nor could he ever do it, especially not with Jerry.

"I'd let him get away with too much," Charlie thought.

It didn't hurt to entertain those thoughts, though. At least in Charlie's fantasies there were no consequences or real danger. It was all Charlie could allow himself no matter how badly he wished it was Jerry's hands caressing him or probing his entrance. Out of curiosity Charlie even attempted slapping his own ass.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" he thought at the feeling of disappointment. Lately his own hands just weren't enough no matter what he did. And he'd been trying a lot. Anything he could do on his own that secretly turned him on but he could never ask of another living soul because he knew being into that sort of thing made him a fucking freak or some sort of sexual deviant. He was just glad that nobody would ever witness this pathetic display.

But he was wrong.

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Jerry let out a shuddering yet unnecessary breath at the sight of Charlie screwing himself. He licked his lips as Charlie arched his back, that pretty little mouth forming those words that sent jolts of arousal down Jerry's spine.

"Yes..."

"Oh fuck, more..."

"Jerry!"

"You little tease..." Jerry thought, one of his hands leaving the window sill to stroke himself. He honestly found it a little desperate of him; jerking off while hanging from the side of a house, watching his prey rather than claiming him. It was still too early in the game, though, and now that he knew Charlie was playing it only got more fun. He just needed Charlie to slip up and turn things in Jerry's favour; inviting Jerry into his home, going into Jerry's house, Jerry catching him out alone at night.

Jerry's eyes travelled over the boy, thrusting into his hand as he thought for what must have been the thousandth time of what it would be like to feel those sweet lips on his cock or how it would feel to be buried deep in Charlie's ass. That pretty, pale neck... Jerry couldn't wait to sink his teeth into it, to drink from Charlie like a mortal lost in desert in need of water, to turn this boy into a monster like him.

"You're close, aren't you, baby?" Jerry whispered quietly, his hand's movements matching Charlie's frantic own. In seconds Charlie climaxed, fondling and fingering himself aggressively and moaning the vampire's name. Jerry came soon after, watching as Charlie licked the cum from his hand. "Little slut."

With that over, Jerry dropped down to the ground, landing gracefully and turning to go back to his house. "Good night, Charlie," he said with a smirk. "Your ass is going to be mine before you know it."

After tonight's activities Jerry could use a snack. Besides, he needed to make room for the new addition to his little dungeon which would be there soon. Charlie would be his one way or another.

Doris from across the street. She wasn't worth keeping around, just another woman that fell for his charm and good looks. Jerry was actually sick of all of them. These victims that were so easy to trap, so easy to break. He tired of them easily and they were either turned or slaughtered without a second thought.

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"Now Charlie... he's something else," Jerry thought, licking Doris' blood from his fingers. What was left of her lay discarded in the corner and Jerry would probably spend the rest of the night sucking on his clothes. They were drenched in her blood, as were the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. "He won't just surrender himself, that's perfectly clear by now. He'll put up a fight from the start."

Though Jerry's attempts at sweet talking and seducing Charlie failed, that actually pleased him. Jerry liked a challenge, but it was rare he ever got those. It was also a long time since Jerry dealt with a virgin. There weren't many of those left that were age-appropriate for him. Jerry may have been a heartless son of a bitch, but he wasn't into children.

For Jerry it was lust at first smell. He smelled Charlie before he saw him. He'd been inside, passing the time seeing as he really couldn't do much being confined to this damn house. Then it hit him; barely hidden beneath the clean scent of soap and the stench of cheap aftershave was the delicious scent of what Jerry was certain was his perfect prey.

A boy, seventeen years old. Jerry moaned as he kept sniffing. This boy was very close.

The sweetness of inexperience and the strong, warm scent of a burning but locked away desire. Who was this kid? There was something so unique about his smell that had Jerry wrestling with his self-control. And second by second the scent was travelling further away. Jerry had to resist everything in him telling him to follow it, hunt down this boy and claim him. He had to listen to that one little voice telling him, "Go out into the sun and you die."

Jerry couldn't stop thinking about it, the scent and the possibilities with its possessor. The second time it hit his nostrils he went to one of the blacked out windows and what he saw was the person he was certain he was smelling. Jerry knew his neighbour had a kid. So it was her son that was unknowingly enticing him. All this time that delicious little thing was in the house right next to his.

Jerry licked his lips as he took in the boy. He wondered if those auburn curls were as soft as they looked and how it would feel to run his tongue across those luscious lips. Jerry imagined those pretty doe eyes staring up at him in terror and glistening with tears, that slender frame trembling beneath his touch, struggling. From then on Jerry watched Charlie, and when he and Charlie finally met face to face he could see the teen watching him as intently as Jerry had been watching him. He could smell his intoxicating arousal and all that unattended to lust.

"Oh don't worry, Charlie," Jerry thought as he sat in his living room, sucking the blood from his shirt and half-watching some stupid reality show. "I'll sate your desire soon."

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Oh you guys are gonna love the next chapter.