I love you all for being so supportive and kind in your reviews. It is very appreciated! This chapter was actually pretty difficult for me, because I had to keep Jerry in character and I had to decide what was going to happen to Blair :/ ...Let me know if you like! Oh, and if you guys like Colin Farrell..go watch In Bruges. I'm pretty much hooked on that film. :D

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Jerry's house was dark and cold, so cold that my blood ran fast in my veins. The furniture was scarce, everything was packaged up in boxes around the room. It was really dark, only one or two lamps in the whole downstairs. I got this really creepy feeling. I mean, what did I really know about Jerry? He was my new neighbor, and he was charmingly creepy. Therefore, I instantly felt like I should've sprinted back to my house. Regrettably, I didn't.

Jerry shut the door behind me, unbeknownst to me, clicking the lock on it's hatch. He walked past me without another glance in my direction. He walked into the kitchen, which was right near the door. He turned around to face me, leaning his back up against the granite counter top, staring at me, throwing a green apple up, and catching it swiftly in his palm.

I stared back at him, my eyebrow arched, silently asking him why he was staring at me.

"You're really different than your brother." He said after our stare-off, "I don't see how you are related. Same blood, same eyes. But such, uh...different personalities."

"I've been saying that all my life." I jokingly scoffed.

"I'm serious." He murmured, arms crossed against his upper chest. Instantly, I knew something was wrong. There was like a trigger in my mind that was yelling at me to leave right away, that something didn't feel right here. The way he was staring at me was unhealthy.

"Jerry, where's everyone else?" I asked him cautiously, looking at him with a twinge of fear in my eyes.

He ignored the question, gave me that crookedly amused small smile, and he began to walk to me. With every step he took towards me, I stepped back. He grinned when he noticed, revealing his insanely white teeth, "Blair, I was telling Charley...you give off this, this scent. Neglect, frustration. It's hard to ignore."

He stepped closer, I stepped back. I hit the door, and I looked up at him as he crept closer, "I don't know what you're talking about. I really think I should just head back..."

"I really don't think so," He flipped my question into a statement.

"You've been watching me. I've been watching you."

He snapped, closing in on me, suddenly towering over me against the door, inches away from my face, "And you know what? It's kinda making me get a little unnerved. You've bitten off more than you can chew..."

I bit my lip, feeling fear erupt in my veins.

I switched around and got up off the door so my back was now to the living room, my eyes growing wide when he began approaching me. I glared at him, "Jerry, I don't know what you're talking about."

"And you know what I've noticed? You're alone." Jerry concietedly smiled, ignoring my defensive comment, "You're always alone. Your mom, she's at work. Your brother, he's just...not there. And you let me know about your old man. You know you're alone, don't you, Blair? You hate it that there's no one there."

He was almost four inches away from my face when he smirked at me, "That's what makes the neglect, and the frustration, so strong in scent. You really are alone, aren't you?"

"I'm leaving." I snapped, storming past him, brushing him as I did.

I reached for the doorknob, grabbing it and turning it. I attempted to open the door, no use. It was locked with a key. I stared at the door, realizing I was in serious trouble. I felt my breath quicken when I felt his eyes staring at my back, burning holes in it with his black eyes.

"And Blair...do you know what other scent is on you, right now?"

His dark, venomous voice asked calmly from behind me, and I felt an instant strike of panic when I remembered Ed's warnings about Jerry. Fear and anxiety crept up my spine, my blood running cold. I slowly turned around to look at him, leaning against the door.

"Your fear."

He grinned deviantly at me, revealing largely pointed, sharp fangs in the right and left corners of his mouth. I gasped, smacking my hand over my mouth in utter shock, almost falling to the floor against the door. He came at me quickly, but I reacted. I began sprinting to the stairs. He laughed, standing at the bottom of the stairs while I ran up, "Running won't do shit."

Tears began blinding my vision, but I blinked them quickly away. There were multiple doors upstairs, and I frantically searched for one with a hiding spot, or a window, or something. I heard his patient, clunking footsteps begin to climb the stairs after me. I quickly jumped into the first room I found, which was Jerry's upstairs office.

There was a odd decoration on the wall that I'd never seen before, it looked ancient. Jerry's desk, with one light illuminating the room. There was a window next to the desk, and I attempted to open it. I unlocked it and yanked on it multiple times. I heard Jerry's footsteps coming closer, when I realized it was painted shut.

The room had no place to hide other than the closet.

I sprinted to the closet, yanking open the French doors. There was countless uniforms hanging up; paramedic, police officer, sheriff, delivery, everything. It was another twinge of fear when I realized that he used those uniforms to get invited into peoples' houses, because he couldn't get in without an invitation. The way he'd almost lost his breath, the way he couldn't even put a hand through the doorway. Ed was right.

Jerry was a vampire.

I pushed the clothes aside, quietly standing behind them. I cupped my hand over my mouth so he could not hear my quick breathing. Tears silently streaked down my face and over my cupped hand, dripping down and hitting the floor below me. I shut my eyes and inhaled, regretting not listening to Ed, regretting even coming here. Jerry Dandridge was the neighborhood killer, the vampire. A few more tears streaked over my hand.

My heart thumped, hitting up against my ribcage.

Jerry's clunking footsteps came down the hall, and instantly stopped at the door of his office. He waited there a moment, like he was climaxing the suspense. He took a few steps into the office, and I trembled in fear, pressing my hand on my mouth so hard I thought I would leave a scar.

I saw from underneath the door, his shoes look around the office. I shut my eyes in hopelessness, knowing there wasn't anything I could do. He stopped at the doors of the closet. I'd trusted him, and now he was lurking in the dark to devour me.

He pulled the doors apart, revealling me.

I trembled and dropped my hand off of my mouth, letting out a choke of a sob, staring at him. His eyes were so black, they were like charcoal. I felt my heart drop to my stomach, as if someone just punched me, hard. The shock and pure terror that ran through my veins is unimaginable.

"Blair, I'm surprised. I would've thought you'd been more mature about this." Jerry flashed me a crookedly amused grin, snatching me into his grasp, and I yelped in surprise of his quick movement. His eyes were so black, heartless, inhumane. My eyes stared up at his, my mind blank.

He put a finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet.

"Charley will find out," I said to him, letting tears hit my lip without uttering a sob. He registered a small smile, and looked at me, as if he doubted it. The humor in his face showed absolutely no conscience of humans, just lust for blood. I looked up at him wearily, just wanting him to get it over with.

"I know."

He said, holding the side of my upper torso with his left hand, and making me lean on him with his right hand. My hands were limp at my sides. His grip, like his handshake had been, tight and firm. He was so cold.

His mouth came to me ear, and his hot breath made goosebumps on my skin and my blood run cold.

"You know you're frustrated. You're alone. You've always been alone." Jerry murmured into my ear, holding the side of my head so his lips were pressed to my ear, "You don't have to be. You've bitten off more than you can chew, Blair. You've come into my territory, you've found out about me, you've watched me. I'll make the loneliness stop. Just give in. You're not alone anymore."

I stared at him in horror as he retreated back from my ear, and he grinned deviantly at me, the crookedness of his smile and the manical look in his eyes was a hint of what he was about to do. He grabbed my hand, the jagged cut across it from the Budweiser bottle, and sank his teeth into the cut, re-opening it with a horrible noise.

I screamed, my body squirming in his grasp, blood dripping down my arm and onto the carpeting below us.

He pushed his bloody mouth against mine, muffling my screams. He pressed into me agressively, grabbing the back of my head to control me, afterwards ripping his mouth off of mine. Crimson red blood flowed like a river down his mouth and chin, my blood.

He kissed me, drenching myself in my own blood.

He was going to kill me. My own blood from my hand was on my face. I stared up at him carelessly, feeling drowsy, presumably of blood loss,

"I don't care anymore."

He held me tightly, tightening his grip on my torso. He took his other hand, grasping the left side of my neck, leaning back my head so he could see the right side of my neck. He brushed my lank blond hair out of his way, looking at my neck.

He pressed his lips to my ear again, "I know."

He retreated back again, crookedly grinned at me, and opened his mouth, revealing rows of fangs, throwing his head back and yanked his mouth to my open neck. Instantly, unbearable pain shot in my veins, and my muscles contracted to match the pain.

And I saw black.

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