Ok, so maybe I'm just a freak, some of you know this, but was that scene where Jerry gets his snack on with Doris not totally hot? I mean Jesus!

I absolutely loved the new ruthless version of Jerry. He was such a teaser! All about the psych-out before feeding so that all that fear made his meal taste better. Like when he's making Charlie and Doris scurry back and forth around the stairs to stay out of sight. Or dragging out the feeding with Doris begging in his arms. Mmm-mm. Delish

This new Jerry was bored, a little lonely, and all kinds of wicked and it fucking rocked. So…now let's get back to that.

I could hear the buzzing of florescent lights when I came too, and opening my eyes hurt. I tried to blink passed the discomfort and reorient myself, but they burned my eyes. God it was bright in here, had I forgot to turn off the light when I got home?

But then I remembered I hadn't gone home last night. The memories of last night with Jerry returned in a blinding flash and I jumped up, now fully awake. I was in a tiny room, the walls and floor white like the sanitized insides of a hospital.

Jumping to my feet, I rushed to the door, grabbing the handle and trying to open it, but it had been locked. I cursed harshly and kicked the door, jerking on the handle as if it might give and free me, but nothing happened. At the center of the door, an inch or two above me was a tiny bit of glass. It took a moment for me to register it as a peephole, but when I did I pressed myself against the door and tried to look out. Outside, the walls were still white and I could see a door just like this one, with a key hanging from the lock. My heart began to pound as I processed this. Had Jerry taken me to some human factory? A prison for his food? Where the hell did one find such a thing?

Food. The word made my stomach roll in fear. There was a word for his kind of monster, but I didn't want to say it out loud. It sounded stupid even in my head, and besides, weren't his kind supposed to sparkle and promise to love you forever? Wasn't that what vampires were nowadays?

The heavy sound of footsteps, made me back away from the door, sucking in a breath of terror. Fear like ice trickled down my spine as I watched the knob giggle a moment then turn. The door was opening, and I had nowhere to run. No way to hide from him. From a fucking vampire.

Jerry stood in the doorway a moment letting me take him in before he stepped toward me. I'm not sure what I was doing, but I couldn't think beyond my panic and turned against the wall as if huddling there would keep me protected. He chuckled reaching out to grab my arm and spin my back around. I whimpered, flattening myself against the wall and slowly sliding down it. He watched this a moment, then knelt down in front of me, blocking my way to the door and trapping me in the corner, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"You kept me waiting, Natalie. I almost had to come in and wake you up myself." As he spoke, his fangs slid down from the sheaths of his gums. "I've worked up quite a hunger."

My eyes were already blurring with tears, but I wasn't useless this time. With a cry I tried to barrel forward out of the room, but the vampire caught me easily, laughing at my pathetic attempt at escape.

"Whoa there." He smiled, pulling me down across his knee, "Where are you're going? We haven't even started yet."

"Get the fuck away from me." I cried, trying to beat at his chest, but Jerry only rolled his eyes and batted away my hands, pulling me closer. He nuzzled against my throat, fingers going into my hair to force my head to the side. The vampire took a deep breath, letting it out slowly with a hiss of satisfaction.

"There it is again. That smell." He grinned, kissing my throat and chuckling at the way I whimpered and flinched away from him, "Do I frighten you Natalie?"

"Please."

He ignored this, tightening his grip in my hair and enjoying the scent of my terror a moment more before leaning forward to bite me.

"No! Don't! Please just…please don't."

To my surprise he paused, pulling back to regard me with a lazy grin. "No? Not here then?" he nodded, "Ok, then where do you want it?"

I shook my head, trying again to push at him for all the good it did. I might as well have been fighting a stone statue. "No…nowhere. Just let me go please and I'll-"

He tsked, shaking his head, "I'm not going to do that, Natalie, so answer my question." He grinned again, the smile that had made my heart race in excitement only a night before, "Where do you want it?"

I didn't respond, just shook my head trying to quiet my sobbing. Rather than wait for my response Jerry tilted his head, fangs gleaming white under the harsh florescent lights. His hand flashed out and closed around my throat making me choke on my next sob. I went stiff, imagining how easy it would be for him to snap my neck, with a quick flick of his wrist. God, I was so small to him, so helpless.

Jerry pressed me back against the wall, letting me panic a moment, watching my chest heave up and down as I fought not to hyperventilate. It wasn't really working. I felt dizzy with fear and sickness, terrified of what he might do to me next. The fingers of his free hand stroked my cheek and made a lazy trail down my throat pausing at the punctures he'd given me in the Club Radio parking lot. Then they were moving again, feathering down between my breasts.

"Here?" he asked with a smile to rival the devil himself, leaning forward as if to bite me. I hiccupped out a sob and shook my head violently.

"No."

"No?" He shook his head, mocking me, "I can't read your mind, Natalie. You have to tell me."

"Jerry, please," I begged, "Don't do this."

"If you can't decide," he grinned, tilting his head to regard me with perverse amusement, "then I'll choose for you."

Very suddenly his hand had slipped under my knee and he jerked it forward, grinning when I started sobbing again. The vampire turned his head to kiss my thigh. His eyes, now black in his bloodlust, met mine as he bent down, heading for the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. I shook my head, tried to beg as if he'd listen this time, but the vampire was not dissuaded. He smirked, and then, making sure to keep eye contact with me, he bit down into the sensitive area.

I screamed once, jerking forward, but Jerry was quick to tighten his grip on my throat and slam me back into place. My hands, still free, went to his head and I slapped at him. The vampire's eyes narrowed and he bit down harder, making me cry out again, but after that I was too afraid to move lest he make it worse.

The movies and books out there had not prepared me for this. Generally, when speaking of a vampire's bite, it was thought to be a pleasurable experience. Something painful at first, but then wonderful. That was not the case. This hurt, god did it hurt, and Jerry seemed to enjoy making it that much worse by jerking every so often to pull at the flesh. I knew it was mostly to keep the blood flowing, but I was not stupid enough to think that he wasn't hurting me on purpose. My body was growing weaker and heavier by the second and he drained me, and I had to wonder if I'd be able to move at all once he was done. I had dissolved into a fit of sobbing when the door behind us opened slowly and a figure stepped into sight. It took me a moment to recognize who I was looking at, but when I did, my stomach rolled.

"Femoral artery. Nice. Bet that tastes awesome." Evil Ed, as he was called, was the friend of Charlie Brewster, Doris's neighbor and a boy who had crushed on her since he was small. I hadn't really seen the two of them together much lately, and I had to wonder if it was because Evil had been changed. Once nerdy and a little sad, the teenager was now pale, his eyes black and his fangs out as he stared at me with a hunger that made me tremble.

Jerry sighed against my skin, breathing out his irritation, and lifting my leg so that he could lick away the thick trail of blood running down it. Once finished, he sat back on his haunches and wiped his hand across his mouth, sucking away the remaining smears of blood. He no longer had to hold me down, because I could barely lift my arms anymore.

"E..evil?" I managed to get out, and Jerry grinned, glancing between us.

"You know her?"

The boy shrugged leaning against the doorframe and picking at his claw-like nails. Either he was starving, or he looked like that on purpose. Perhaps he felt powerful now, looking like the stuff of nightmares.

"Just some skank that stays with Doris. Never really paid me much attention." His black eyes snapped up to me and there was no sign of the sweet awkward boy who had been behind them before. "Bet you regret that now don'tcha?"

Jerry, who hadn't taken his eyes off me laughed to himself before standing straight and turning to the boy whose life he'd stolen. "What do you need, Edward?"

Evil pushed off the door frame, taking a step closer to me, "I need some fucking food Jerry. You have me living in a hole, throwing me scraps while you're up here with Striperella." Jerry's brows rose at the tone of Evil's voice, but he didn't seem angered by it. "Is this the kind of master you're going to be, cuz I'm feeling a little neglected here."

"Calm down, Edward."

"No I won't calm down! I feel like I'm going crazy down there. There's this fucking pounding in my head and I'm starving." He closed his eyes, "I've never been this fucking hungry in my entire life. It hurts Jerry. You never said it would hurt this bad."

I don't know why, perhaps the blood lose was getting to me, but when Evil said this, when his voice cracked with emotion, I felt a flash of pity for the boy. It vanished though, when his black eyes snapped to me again and he moved as if to attack. Jerry caught him by the arms, walking him back against the far wall of my cell and planting a hand on his chest so he couldn't go anywhere.

"What the fuck?" Evil raged, his face had changed in his anger. He looked like some sort of rabid dog now and his fingers were longer than they should have been, tipped in wicked looking claws. "You can't even let me have a taste. That's just selfish."

Jerry shook his head, sighing heavily in irritation, "She can't handle that right now. You have to wait."

"Fuck waiting! I don't care if I kill her, I need some fucking food!"

"Be patient, Edward and-"

"Be patient Edward," he mocked like a child, "Fuck that shit! What the hell are you saving her for anyway? I mean if you're looking to get your dick wet, that red head downstairs, Kaira?" he whistled, "She totally wants your nuts man, in or around her mouth. Plus she's flexible as shit."

Jerry just stared at him a moment, and I could tell that while Evil didn't want to admit it, it made him nervous. Even being a monster couldn't take that away. After a long moment of silence, Evil hung his head, his black eyes shining with what I hesitated to call tears.

"Please." He said, his voice hollow and broken, "You promised to protect me Jerry. You said you would never let anyone hurt me again, and now you're starving me. Please, I need something."

The irritation in his dark eyes bled away and Jerry smiled, releasing the boy and pulling him closer. He stroked his hair and bent forward to catch the boy's eyes.

"Forgive me." He said softly, "It's been so long since I had a family, I'm still adjusting. I'll find you something sweet tonight. Something pretty."

"I can't wait that long. I feel like I'm dying."

Jerry chuckled, pulling the boy closer to ruffle his hair despite the irritated glare he shot him. "You'll live, I promise. But until then…" he trailed off and Evil seemed to vibrate with excitement.

"Really?" he asked softly, watching as Jerry lifted his wrist to his mouth and bit down. He held it out to the boy and I watched him latch on without hesitation. It was strange, but Jerry seemed to enjoy it almost as much as Evil did. His eyes rolled closed and he hissed softly, and honestly it all seemed a little sexual to me.

Jerry let Evil feed, stoking back his hair like a loving parent, and the thought of this devilish bastard with children disgusted me. When the boy was finished he lifted his chin, watching as his eyes bled back to their normal brown and his feature returned to human.

"Better?" He asked with a smile. Evil nodded. "Good, then go back to sleep. You have to rest." Evil nodded again, and when he looked at Jerry now, you might have thought he was seeing God. The boy took a deep breath, glancing at me once more before stepping out of the cell. Jerry waited a moment, listening to the vampire's progress and he laughed, the flesh of his wrist was already healing.

"I always wondered what it would be like to have a son." When his eyes slid to me I drew back against the wall, but couldn't do much else. I was so tired. So heavy. "It's a pain in the ass."

"Guess you're just not cut out for parenting." I said. Jerry laughed moving back to kneel in front of me, and when I pulled away he grabbed my throat and lifted me toward him.

"And you could do better?"

I grit my teeth, glaring acid at him. "A monkey could do better than you."

He grinned, "Feisty to your last breath, I like it." He titled his head to regard me with a look I couldn't translate, "It might be fun keeping you around."

"I'd rather die." I spat.

"You will," he grinned, "but not yet. I can get another day out of you at least."

His fingers closed around my jaw, forcing me to look up at him and as I watched he bit into his wrist again, drawing out the blood. When he leaned toward me, I tried to fight him off, tried to shove him and kick, but my limbs were made of lead, far too heavy for me to use them properly anymore and he knew that. He didn't even bother to restrain me, just smiled, blood coloring his teeth and then he kissed me.

I didn't want his blood in my mouth. If he could submit a raging vampire with it, what would it do to me? I tried to fight, really I did, tried to spit it back in his face, but the moment it touched my tongue something changed. The world turned in on itself and I wasn't looking at Jerry the monster anymore, he was the Jerry I'd first met. The Jerry that made my heart race and my skin hot just by smiling at me. I swallowed, feeling as if I were drinking fire, but somehow the sensation was the best I'd ever felt. The best I'd ever feel. He was a god, shining and magnanimous and I found myself lost in his eyes when he pulled back to regard me with a smile.

"There you go." He said softly, reaching up to wipe away the excess blood on my bottom lip. His touch sent tingles of feeling shooting down my spine and I found my body moving of its own volition to get closer to him. I had to touch him, had to kiss him, my life depended on making him happy. In that moment, I would have done anything for this man. This god.

When he stood, I whimpered, shaking my head, but I couldn't remember how to tell him not to go. I couldn't say anything. Instead I reached for him, and he smiled, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles like a gentleman.

"Hush now, Natalie. You have a long day ahead of you. Your world is changing."

At the time I didn't understand what he meant, not because I was stupid, but because I couldn't think passed him. The fact that he was leaving me when all I wanted was to be near him. In that moment, I would have killed my own child for a chance to touch him, just once, but the door was closing. The lock clicked into place and I was left alone, with a burning in my veins that would have meant agony if I wasn't so desperate to get to Jerry.

Dun Dun Duuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnaaah!

Oh nooooooooooo, what's gunna haaaaaaaapppeeeeeeeeeeeen?

So, what did ya think? I just had to get Evil up in this story, even if he isn't the Evil I loved from the first one. He was a funny little fucker though, I'll give him that.

And now I think I'll go watch Jerry fuck with Doris a few times, it seems to inspire me…among other things…ahem.