Charley let out a low groan and and tried to ignore the throbbing in his leg. He was currently lying on the couch, his head propped up by pillows taken from the bed. He was having trouble keeping his gaze away from his left leg, which was wrapped in a white cast. He thought about the events that led to this.

Peter did not seem the least repentant about breaking his leg. He only smiled as Charley started to cry out in pain. He stood and then was gone in a blink of an eye. Charley looked around desperately and felt tears begin to run down his cheeks. Holy fuck, this hurt! Surely Peter wasn't going to just leave him there in pain?

His fears were (somewhat) soothed when Peter returned after a moment. He had shed his wig, facial hair and trench coat, and now wore a dark gray shirt. He bent down and pressed two fingers against Charley's neck, and then the teen knew no more.

When he woke up, he was on the couch in his current position. He was even more helpless than he was a few hours ago. The teen closed his eyes and let out another groan at the thought. Now what was he supposed to do?

"Oh, quit your whining," Peter said.

Charley opened his eyes to glare at his captor. Peter was sitting on the coffee table. Beside him was a bowl and a small orange plastic bottle, which he assumed were filled with pills.

"What happened?" Charley demanded.

"Well, after you passed out, I had to take you to the hospital," Peter began. "I persuaded a doctor to get you fixed up and discharged without asking too many questions."

"How nice," Charley snarled. " You actually helped me out after you hurt me. The hell did you do to keep me unconscious so long?"

Peter raised a brow. "I didn't do anything to you, Charley. You passed out after you tripped and broke your leg, remember?"

"I did not!" Charley cried. He tried to push himself up with his elbows, only to be gently lowered back down by Peter. "You're the one who fucking snapped and broke it!"

Peter sighed and clucked his tongue. "Poor thing. Your memory's gone all funny. But don't worry. I'm here for you." He picked up the bowl and lifted it to Charley's face. He could now see it was some sort of soup. "Open up. You need to eat so you can take your medicine."

He wanted to tell the vampire to go fuck himself, he really did, but something stopped him. It could have been that he was tired and hungry. Or that Peter's voice sounded incredibly soothing all of a sudden. So he obediently opened his mouth and let his captor, once again, feed him.

Peter was thankfully silent during this, but he did have that damn smirk on his face. But there was a strange, oddly gentle look in his eyes. It was weird, like Charley was looking at two different people at once. And the more he looked into Peter's eyes, the more relaxed he became. Was this another weird vampire power?

When Peter offered him two white pills and some water, he wordlessly accepted them. They then sat there in silence, with Peter stroking his hair. Charley was beginning to drift off when the older man spoke.

"You get into a lot of trouble, don't you?" Peter murmured. "It's a damn good thing you got me here to protect you."

"What? You're the reason for my trouble," Charley retorted. He said this in a surprisingly calm voice. Those pills have some sort of sleeping aid in them.

"No, I'm the solution to your problems," Peter insisted. "D'you really want to live some painfully ordinary little life where you get a job you hate and have some brats with a cheating wife. Fuck that! You're better off with me. I'll keep you happy for a long time, trust me."

"Somehow I doubt that," Charley said. The urge to sleep was strong now. He shut his eyes and let his body relax. He was getting tired of sleeping so much.

"Just think about it", was the last thing he heard.

X

Peter gazed at the sleeping youth on his couch. It was a sight he was fast becoming accustomed to. Which was good, because he liked the sight of someone sleeping so peacefully around him. He hardly ever kept anyone he fucked around for the entire night. There was always the temptation to feed off them, and he knew after awhile they would become suspicious. Although he occasionally took a bit from Ginger, but she was usually so drunk she didn't notice.

Charley was growing on him rather quickly. But he probably always knew he would. Why else would he be going through all this trouble? Even if he didn't end up turning the lad, there was no way in hell Peter was going to let him go. The vampire was already attached. He wondered if this was how Rosa felt about him when they first met.

His sharp eyes wandered to his captive's injured leg. To be honest, he did that completely on purpose. Of course, he was a bit annoyed to see Charley fingering one of his knives earlier. It was obvious what the boy wanted to do with it. Pfft. As if Peter would even give him the chance.

Peter had been looking for a good opportunity to injure Charley like this. It was partially because he just didn't trust the boy not to try and run off. (And he had good reason to.) Another reason was a bit more, well, beneficial. He wanted Charley to become more dependent on him. It was the quickest way he could think of besides blood-sucking to build a bond between them. Charley was human and humans couldn't help but care for the people who cared for them. It would just take a bit of time.

He picked Charley up and carried him back to his – to their – bedroom. There were still a few hours until sundown and he could really use a nap. He was going to have to adjust Charley to the nocturnal life. It'd be easier if he was asleep during the day.

Peter laid Charley on his side and then snuggled against his back. Oh, yeah, this was nice. He sighed contently and closed his eyes. He knew that he would wake up as soon as night came. Hopefully by then Charley's clothes would arrive.

X

I know this was short but that seemed like a good stopping place. And I know this isn't very scary yet, but be patient. We'll get there in good time.