Disclaimer: I do not own Fright Night
Summary: Charlie gets a job at a Burlesque Club. Turns out though, his boss prefers blood rather than the risque alcohol and the men's favorite dancers.
A/N: enjoy! :)
It was the scariest fucking moment of his life. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing, wandering around backstage and listen to the crowd slowly turn back to it's energetic trumpeted self. He had gathered two pens, snapped one in half and tied them together with a neglected hair pony to make his own little make shift cross. He had the mirror but that wouldn't do shit except confirm what he already knew (which he was trying desperately to blame on his head being knocked around and therefore he was seeing things). Charlie groaned in terrorized frustration, he was so close to just tearing out his hair by the roots and running out. He could leave; just fucking quit and then run. He'd live that way.
He stopped fidgeting and glanced toward the violet curtain. He could do what he always did when something was too much: leave.
He took in deep shallow breaths, willing himself and his feet to move forward, just pussy out and then leave all this behind. He could very well be over reacting. It was with a made up mind that Charlie ascended the spiral stairs upward, his feet moving as slow and heavy as lead, and as he entered Jerry's deserted office he couldn't help making his way over to the glass wall again and look down. It really was a mesmerizing sight, a clear tranquil view, and by breathing in long calming breathes and watching the beautiful bioluminescent colors he could remain level headed.
"Do you want to know why I had that wall be made of glass, Charlie?" Charlie's heart jumped from his ribs, pounded bleeding red against its bony confinements to startle him enough to want to run. Charlie swallowed, his fingers sliding against the "cross" in his pocket. He turned slowly, seeing Jerry standing a good distance away, blood dotting his fair complexion and built arms.
"Why?" Charlie's voice cracked and he cleared it, repeating his question again and this time with a little more dignity. Jerry cocked his head, his eyes traveling down Charlie's jeans and back up again, a smile flittering across his features.
"I can see everything, Charlie. I know who comes in and comes out." He began to walk forward, a steady controlled walk, and although he gave off the expression of causing no harm that walk was worse than those dark soulless eyes. Jerry stopped two feet away, eyes gazing down and grin smiling deviously.
"I know you had a friend visit you tonight. I know he gave you something. A mirror, wasn't it?" Charlie wasn't quite sure on what to do, he couldn't really think so he didn't do anything. He unconsciously fingered his make shift cross in his jeans, the shape of it giving him a sudden tight resolve.
"I know." Charlie whispered, his eyes turning to steel as he felt the tip of the pen scrape a black line across the pad of his finger. "I know what the hell you are, Jerry, and I-"
"…Am powerless." Jerry interrupted, eyes surveying the prey before him with neglected ignorance. Charlie stiffened, fingers curling menacingly around the pens though he made no move to draw them yet.
"What can you do, Charlie? Wave that mirror around or…" His ebony eyes darted down and he chuckled, shifting ever closer. "Stab me with bunched together office pens?" His eyes flashed in amusement and Charlie recoiled, his hand flinging out as he held the pens out in front of him in defiance. Jerry's head tilted to the side and he laughed, a deep dark sound, and Charlie flushed with vengeful embarrassment.
"I repel you with the power of Christ the Lo-" Jerry was behind Charlie in an instant, hand clasped over the noisy man's mouth, the pens falling crumbling and broken from Jerry's fingers. The vampire's nails left a thin scratch on Charlie's sweat dotted forehead, and he felt the blood slowly begin to drip down.
"You have a dirty tongue, Charlie. I have half a mind to rip it out." Charlie kicked away, his foot colliding with the vampire's shin. His only reaction was a tighter hold, Jerry's hand wrapping around both Charlie's wrists and yanking his arms behind his back. Charlie stumbled but didn't fall and Jerry came up behind him, pressing in too close for comfort.
"You're entertaining, I've never had someone try to pull a stunt like that before: a cross out of pens." Charlie jerked his head to the right, Jerry's hand slipping some before it fell and clutched his chin instead, holding the man's head at a delicious angle, his neck exposed and pleading. Jerry licked his lips, bending down and letting his tongue caress the hidden spot between Charlie's ear and neck. The boy stiffened in surprise.
"What the hell are you doing?" He gasped, trying in vain to free his wrists from the vampire's hold. The music still resounded throbbing through the walls of the room, and Jerry moved his hips accordingly to the beat, grinding seductively against Charlie. The young man's heart sputtered and he pulled harder, his hands still held roughly behind him.
"You've been lost for some time, haven't you, Charlie? You've never been able to find what it is you want-the dancers on stage? You find them attractive but they don't make you feel…" Jerry nipped at Charlie's ear, his lips sliding slowly over the skin that lay there and Charlie bit his lip in decadent. "…Alive, have they?" Jerry turned Charlie roughly to face him, smiling down at the flushed young man in his arms. He rolled his hips again, this time directly against Charlie and the boy's eyes widened in sudden arousal as his mouth parted open in a soundless moan. Jerry's head bent, his mouth hovering over Charlie's jugular, his eyes fluttering. His hand came up and he shakily brushed down the collar of Charlie's jacket, long nails skimming the skin of Charlie's collarbone.
"You want this, Charlie. You won't have to need anybody, rely on anybody. You'll never have to run again. You'll never feel weak." Charlie's struggling stopped for an instant, Jerry's words piercing deep.
You'll never have to run again.
The song tuned and changed its rhythm, the lights flashing red and they illuminated Jerry's outline in the most sinful scarlet.
"Damn you…" Charlie panted his eyes hazed over in a cloudy veil of lustful abandon, Jerry grinned down slyly upon him.
"Let go, Charlie." He whispered, lips moving against Charlie's heated skin. The young man did something then that Jerry wasn't expecting. He slammed the mirror into the side of Jerry's head, the vampire's grip loosening for just enough time for Charlie to run, dash down the stairs two at a time and through the crowded areas back stage. He kept running until he reached the dance floor, the music here unbearably loud. He was panting, his throat tightening and he rubbed his wet eyes furiously, his mind and heart unbelieving of what had just occurred. As always, it ended with him running.
God I hope we get caught…
The music was static, still loud and vibrating, and Charlie couldn't help but stare ahead, not truly seeing much of anything. The mirror in his grasp seemed slick with sweat from his palm, and the wound on his forehead throbbed. He could feel it: wet and red and tingling. He didn't sense Jerry until he was already behind him, the man's taunt arms wrapping around Charlie's waist, holding the younger man in a grip of iron. Charlie couldn't exactly move, and he was too unfocused to really process what was happening around him. All he felt was the pain the vampire had caused.
…'cause at least we have something to say,
"You're careless, Charlie, for getting cut like that." Jerry's breath fanned across his ear and Charlie couldn't surpass a shiver, the world slowly folding back. Jerry bent his head down, his hair falling off his forehead and tickling Charlie's skin; the vampire's mouth skimming over a cut on his neck Charlie hadn't even realized was there. Jerry's tongue darted out, licking up an escaped drip of crimson blood, his grip on Charlie tightening as he crushed the boy to him. "Very careless," He groaned, his lips connecting with the cut, and Charlie jolted as he felt the vampire's fangs tickle his flesh. The mirror fell from his grasp, clanging softly against the dance floor. But Jerry didn't bite; he just sucked until the cut felt dry and Charlie dizzy, before pulling slowly away and following Charlie's untrained gaze to the dancers on stage, Jerry's eyes narrowing upon the sight of Amy. Charlie wasn't even staring in her direction.
…Instead of wasting away…!
"You don't like the girl Charlie? I got her just for you." Charlie didn't respond. His throat felt dry, his fighting ambition wavering. He liked Amy plenty; she just…didn't make him feel…alive. "You prefer men, Charlie?" Jerry whispered, tongue darting out to lick a hot trail up the back of Charlie's ear. Heat flooded Charlie's veins, and the young man started, trying to hide his embarrassment by walking away, but Jerry held him fast against his hard chest, refusing any movement from the young man. "You're a vampire-"
"Never stopped you from looking."
Come on and lock me up!
Jerry dipped down, Charlie's blood still coating his lips, and with a tight grip he took hold of Charlie's chin, tilting the man's head up and crushing his mouth to his.
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh OH! They don't say if we're lost what would happen…!
Charlie gasped in surprise, the sound coming out as a muffled sort of moan, and Jerry pressed in harder, his tongue forcing its way past Charlie's lips and he began to ravish the other man's mouth. Charlie tasted the metallic tang of his own blood on Jerry's warm tongue, and the scent of the vampire sent his mind spiraling. Jerry broke this passionate embrace, a string of blood connecting their lips as Charlie swayed, dazed and captivated on his feet. Jerry's lips never left his skin, they kept their trailing until they reached the junction of his neck, where his lips parted and his fangs replaced them. Charlie jolted as the pointed teeth pierced the skin of his neck, his breath leaving him, and as Jerry sucked and gathered and moaned with the pleasure of finally having this man's blood Charlie's hands had been searching upwards and they were now holding Jerry's head in place. He was sinking lower, he felt his mind leaving, his heart slowing and he heard a second heartbeat join his, low and slow. When Jerry pulled away it was like the after affects of an orgasm, the bite tingling pleasantly and shooting heat to every corner of his dying being.
…Caught in the middle of the young and the reckless!
The night faded away as the music died out, and the night was left only to them.
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