Alright! Sorry I haven't posted a chapter in a while. I was going to a few days ago but I lost the chapter due to my stupidity and not saving the doc. But here it is! After another three days of work! Enjoy! And thanks for the reviews up until now!
Chapter 10
Jerry lay silently on the ground while his eyes searching the ceiling as his ears listened to the footsteps from above. Very little light was seen in the basement, while their eyes allowed them to see what others could not. Obviously he made the wrong choice picking this place, but that didn't matter now. Too late to change things. He would be able to deal with it soon enough.
Hours had past since Jerry and his newborns arrived in the empty house, the sun was up and they were stuck below. Which wasn't so bad. His first, Devin had already been with him for half that time. Indeed this one was loyal and obedient. Showed up an hour or so after he summoned them. The chubby man was here not even five minutes after Devin, but he didn't want to be close to the two of them. Not taking the change very well, he seemed to be going mad. Ah, poor fellow. He was going to take extra care of this one.
But where was his third? This was troublesome. Why hadn't this one shown up yet. Who the fuck was this one! Itching with dangerous curiosity, he might have to search for this one tonight before he took care of Vincent.
They all had spent the past few hours tearing off the concrete walls since the sun had risen, digging large holes into the earth behind. That being the only thing to do other then sleep. Dirt was scattered in front of the massive gaps in random amounts and the broken concrete was carelessly tossed to a corner to lay forgotten. This job was done, and it was enough for now. The time only being shortly after twelve in the afternoon, much of the day was still to pass.
They sat in silence after that, not speaking any words in a comfortable silence. Jerry observing the chubby one before him. Eventually he grew tired of labeling him the 'chubby one' so he had taken the man's wallet, picking for the photo ID and looked at the name. Donny Jakob Phillip James. That was a mouth full of a name. He grinned as he walked away from Donny, giving him a tender rub on his head before he turned away. That seemed to help him relax as he did not give back the item in his hand. He didn't need it anymore, so why should he have it back. Returning to his corner and sat slowly as he picked through the leather wallet. Tossing plastic cards away as he looked at the contents. Nothing very interesting, so he tossed it aside.
Jerry also noticed that the boy looked truly awful for it being only a day since he bit him. That is a fairly long time without blood if he wasn't sleeping in the earth. He looked at the trembling goth while plainly stating that if he didn't feed soon that he would just wither away, and being a caring master vampire that he was he let the boy feed off him to ease the thirst. The goth boy had latched on to his forearm that was offered after Jerry held him in his lap carefully. A patient look on his face as he held the underling while fed till he had to tear his arm away when he didn't listen to his words to stop. Turning to the other as he offered to Donny as well, who refused. Oh well. He let Devin slip from his hold. He looked satisfied for now but that wouldn't last him for very long, he needed to have his first kill. And soon.
Devin sat near Jerry as he chewed his nail, watching the same spot the sounds off footsteps were. The raven haired man watched as his motions mimicked a junkie needing a fix. He studied Devin as he shifted slowly towards him. They weren't going to last much longer, might as well do something to teach them to survive.
"How many are up there?" He asked the teen. Receiving only a weak shrug as a reply. Jerry closed his eyes briefly with a small sigh, then calmly spoke him.
"Use your ears, your nose. You are starving so it should be quite easy for you. Listen, smell them. Feel them. How many?" He said with a slow calm voice, glancing upwards as he drew a knee close to his chest as he quietly observed. Further determining their parts in his deadly plot. "Both of you, tell me."
The boy looked away and up at the ceiling, tilting his head to the side slowly as he stood up. Jerry grinned watching the boy. Just like Ed, he was a fast and willing learner. He shifted his eyes to Donny across the room, motioning him to come closer. "You too Donny. How many are there?"
The man blinked but eventually turned his eyes upward as he drew closer, limping slightly as he crawled. The savage wound Jerry had given him already knit back together but poorly, the fabric of his pants was torn and stiff with dried blood. Jerry stood up, watching the two carefully, edging them on. They both seemed to turn into hungry creatures, their movements quick and beastly as they moved shuffled about now and then. He walked a few steps around them, patiently waiting for them to answer.
"Four..four people." Devin said eventually. Donny nodded as well. Jerry laughed lightly as he looked up, breathing in their scents. Three adults and a child. Oh joy, unsure of the last time he had something that young, he was going to have the child for himself.
"Good. Now I'll show you the basics." He said as he jumped up and clung to the ceiling, giving it a quick jab to scare whom ever was upstairs, his fist caused a loud boom that made the people above scream. Devin making a low laugh, Donny watched Jerry's movements with an open mouth of surprise. Dropping to the floor without a sound as the people above stopped moving around.
"You need to be quick. You have to use your senses. You'll know what I mean when it happens. All you need it just one thing." He said, eyes looking at the two hungry figures as the shuffling above moved towards the basement stairs. Muffled voices spoke quickly. "All you need is a scent of fear or blood and the rest just comes naturally."
The door opened, light flooded the darkness causing the two underlings to scurry away silently. Jerry winced at the sudden brightness as he backed up as the groups scent flooded the basement. It was a nervous kind of smell, the smell he liked. The sunlight rolled down the stairs, no further as it made the basement seem even darker.
The small group of people came down the stairs as the three vampires slipped into the darkness. The group moved slowly, carefully as the dark was too much for them all. Pulling out their phones for flashlights as they whispered. A woman making comments about not wanting to be down here. The man in the group reached up and pulled a cord he spotted using a cell phone, a light flooded the section of the dark to reveal the destroyed basement before it flickered and went out with a final pop.
"What the fuck is this!" The man stated at the mess he saw around them, they adjusted the brightness of their phones to see better. "What the hell happened down here?"
"I assure you that it wasn't like this when you called me. This had to have been resent." A woman replied her eyes looking around at the mess, Jerry assumed she was the realtor intent on selling the house. He looked at his two, whispering so only they heard his instructions.
"Watch me, then try."
"Well if it is recent, then what kind of animal makes that big of a hole in the wall?" Asked a younger woman holding a small child in her arms, she sounded worried. "Maybe its a foundation problem, right Richard?"
"I don't think its a foundation problem babe. What kind of animal tears down concrete to make a hole?" He said as he got closer to examine the damage, putting his hand up to the scratches in the damp earth, the light of his phone made a bluish light in the blackness of the dug out hole. "Look at the scratch marks! My god, they are the size of my hand! Somebody did this and it wasn't an animal." Replied the man slowly as he looked at the large hole in the wall more carefully. Jerry slowly emerged from the dark, so silent that none of the people noticed him. Richard knelt down as he looked at the hole. "Fuck, this thing goes back at least six feet!"
"Scary isn't it." He said, his eyes looking at the gap as they turned quickly to look at the figure before them. The large man stood quickly and turned around. Confusion filled them as he looked up slowly a small smirk was on his pale face, gently scratching his chest almost as if he was bored.
"Who are you? Your not allowed to be here!" Quipped the home seller, pointing her finger at him. His eyes glanced at her name tag before he looked at her face. Jenna. "You need to leave or I'll call the police."
"If you can." Jerry merely smiled and stepped into the darkness again. Motioning for Donny and Devin to go forward and block any escape routes.
"Where the hell did he go! I'm calling the police!" Cried the realtor, Devin snuck out and quickly ran past her with a small growl. His hand snatching the cellular out of hers making her scream. "Oh my god! What in the fucking hell was that!"
"What?" Asked the younger woman quickly, the nervous scents being touched with fear. "What!"
"Something grabbed my phone!" She replied with a high voice as she looked around carefully, trying not to panic as her eyes searched the blackness around them. "We need to get the fuck out of here. Something isn't right!"
Jerry changed his eyes to coal black as he stepped out of the dark slowly behind the man named Richard with a low chuckle. "I'll have you first, I think." He said as his head tilted to the side. Giving him a quick once over, itching for a a feast. They all turned around quickly as his voice scared them all. The bluish lights of their phones illuminated his white skin as he smiled.
"What?" The man asked as he bunched his fist and gripped his phone harder as he stepped in front of the two women protectively. The young woman clutched her child closer as Jerry blocked their only exit, the air growing thick with fear. His face darkening with each step as he slowly advanced, glancing at the small chain the man named Richard wore. A small silver cross was attached to it, Jerry narrowed his black eyes as he looked at the man's face slowly. Richard saw his eyes and let out a tiny sound.
"Jesus Christ..." This wasn't a man, it was something else. Their eyes met and the man did his best to stand strong beneath Jerry's terrifying unblinking stare. "You stay the fuck back! You don't come any closer!"
He had to get the three out so he stood with his fists in front of him as the vampire stood a foot away from him. Jerry looked at the large fists the man held up with a bored expression as he raised his arms welcoming a fight.. The man swung out as quick as he could while the vampire avoided it easily, backing his head up slightly with a smile, hi eyes followed the hand. He grabbed the man's arm just as quick, twisting it as he let out a terrifying growl. He knelt over the man he roughly forced down listening to him groan in pain. His roar caused the child to start crying as the women backed away with screams of their own. Jerry reached up to the man's neck slowly watching him shake beneath him, ragged breaths came from him with terror. Gently picking up the chain before he ripped it off. Holing it up while glaring at it as it swung in a circle, he tossed it to the side. Returning to face the man as he curled up his lip before lurching forward and biting into his throat. Blood splattered to the dirt as the man cried out painfully.
Regaining his voice Richard screamed at the frozen women, telling them to run as he tried to throw Jerry off. He enjoyed the struggle he received as his eyes opened to see the girls backing away with fearful screams. The vampire pulling his mouth away from his feast as blood fell from his chin like rain while the wound just bled a waterfall in gushes in time with the man's pounding heart.
"Dig in." He said looking back over his shoulder at his two hidden fledglings, moving his head in the direction of the two screaming women. The hungry fledglings went after them quickly as Jerry returned to the man beneath him.
"You smell that?" He paused smelling the air, a dark laugh rippling from his chest as he spoke. "That is what drives us. That is what makes our meal all the more enticing." He said as he glanced up at the two, Devin already attached to the woman named Jenna who struggled to cry out. Poor Donny was struggling with the mother and child. The vampire master looked down at the man beneath him. Giving him a smile that grew wider, exposing rows of jagged sharp teeth as his facial bones shifted.
The man screamed out in complete terror and started to struggle with all his strength as screams arose from the two women and the child. He tore into the man's flesh viciously, earning a strangled cry. Taking in the continuous flow of life hungrily. Within a minute he was dead, Jerry wiped at his chin as he left the man where he lay, going over to his struggling fledgling to assist. His face shifting back with a grunt. Grabbing the child from the woman, making her and the child scream even more. "Shut her up Don." He said as he turned away. The woman's fearful screams turned to painful sobs as the fledgling finally tore into her throat. The scent of blood was thick. Jerry grinned as he walked away, carrying the struggling child in his arms. He knelt down as he secured his hold on the little boy and cut his finger. His blood streamed down his finger as he forcing it into the screaming mouth of the child. Within a second the child stopped fighting, falling into a quite daze as he cooed to the small boy. His hand slipped to the back of the child's head before he hungrily latched onto the child. Taking care not to waste a drop as the small figure in his arms trembled. Drinking till there was nothing left. It didn't take very long either. He let his head drop back as he exhaled slowly, completely satisfied.
He turned to look over his shoulder quietly as he licked his lips. Letting the child slip from his arms slowly as he stood and waiting for them to finish. The chubby one finished first, then Devin. He looked at them both, then to around the room. Not bad. Not bad at all.
"Pick them up and put them to bed." He said as he turned away and picked up the child in one fluid movement. Children weren't able to turn, so the limp figure in his arms wasn't going to wake up again. That didn't bother him since he already had gotten what he wanted. He was beginning to think about what he was to do in the evening that was fast approaching. His dark eyes scanned the small face quietly before he dumped the body in a corner carelessly.
"Tonight we are going to Vegas. To fright night." Jerry said as he slowly turned around to see his underlings had finished putting the three people into one of the holes. Devin looked considerably better and stronger as he adjusted his victims legs. Not a drop spilt anywhere on his clothes. Unlike Donny, who made a mess with the woman. Blood soaked his jaw and the front of his white shirt. Must have been holding onto his mortal coil. Perhaps he was a liability, but he would decide on that later. Right now he just needed to comfort Donny, seeing how he felt conflicted.
"What for?" The goth asked as he rolled his hands in the dirt and looked up at the master vampire curiously. Jerry gave them approving smiles as they came towards him slowly.
"To kill Peter Vincent. While he does his bullshit carnival act, we are going to kill him in front of his audience and they will just assume its part of the show. Which means you have another job to do. You need to figure out when it is, and Donny, you need to let go. Your not going to be very useful to me if you hesitate again." He warned as he walked past him, putting a hand against the chubby mans face briefly as Jerry's dark eyes looked at the stairs annoyed at the light. Donny looked at the ground with a sad look as he moved away, the goth teen picked up a phone from the ground and started his search.
"9:30 is tonight's show time." He said as jerry glanced over.
"Perfect." He said as he looked up to the open door again.
Calling for his third with strength, determined to figure out where this one was. Who ever it was, had enough brains to block him out. Closing his eyes to determine the distance of the missing underling. After a moment his eyes snapped open as he started to smile wickedly. Feeling his third resist again. That could only be one person. He smiled again as he looked at the ground.
"Charley..."
Charley had barely slept at all that night. It was difficult to do now that Jerry was able to come anytime he wanted. He didn't want to take a chance and be asleep if he did show up. He rubbed his eyes as he rolled onto his back. Glad his curtains were drawn and his room wasn't as bright. Maybe he could sleep now that the sun was out. Get some rest before things got worse, but then again that might not help at all.
What was weird about his sleepless night were two things, one being that about a half hour or so after he made the vampire leave, he had the sudden urge to leave his house and go somewhere important. Not knowing where it was he had to go, Charley had to force himself to stay put in his bedroom for nearly twenty minutes before the feeling vanished to nothing. And the second thing was how his mother acted weird when she came back from going to the store. She looked freaked out and she only told him she nearly hit a coyote. He knew she was lying. But the way she was acting like it wasn't that big of a deal, he didn't want to upset her further then she already was.
His mind going blank as he lay in his bed as his blue eyes looked at the alarm clock slowly, seeing it was shortly after eleven. His mother had already left for work hours ago. He reached for his phone and turned it on as he looked at the alerts. Missed three calls from Peter and Amy. His girlfriend was probably pissed that he hadn't called her back yet. How was he going to explain things to her this time? Peter on the other hand, probably didn't worry as bad as Amy. His thoughts remembering how Peter had said that he admired the courage he had, that he was glad he met him.
He put his phone down as he took a long deep breath through his nose. Something smelt delicious. Maybe his mother cook something and left some for him downstairs? Only one way to find out. He pulled the blankets off as he climbed out of bed slowly, stretching as he stood up. Giving a quick yawn as he opened the door and covered his eyes.
"Ah!" He gasped.
It was a seriously bright morning. He walked down the hall as his eyes adjusted to the brightness, heading down the stairs quickly as the good smell got stronger. Charley walked into the kitchen looking around expecting to see a plate of food with plastic wrap over top, but he saw nothing. He frowned slightly confused, sniffing the air again. The smell was emanating from beside him. He looked to his right seeing the sink. He took a small step as he leaned over and looked into the steel sink for the source. Ground meat sat in the sink submerged in water as it thawed.
He jumped back as he let out a sound of sick disgust. Why could he smell that! Why did it smell good? He stepped back as he turned away rubbing his face with both hands. He stopped suddenly, remembering how close Jerry's mouth was to his throat. Charley ran upstairs to the bathroom as quick as he could.
Turning on the light as he craned his head to the left, searching for the cut. It was gone. He breathed out and leaned his hands on the counter. Maybe it was all in his head. Reaching for the tap he turned it on, splashing his face with warm water as he calmed slightly.
But he was so sure there was a small mark on his neck! He looked up at the mirror again, carefully looking for anything unusual using his fingertips as he bit his bottom lip. Stopping when he felt a slight dip in his skin. He leaned closer to the mirror as his eyes saw a faint pink scar. He rubbed it, hoping that it was something else, maybe from his shirt. He leaned closer and looked at it. It was the same size and in the same spot. He just stood there slowly realizing what was going on.
He looked into his own eyes quietly, his mind racing faster then he could keep up. But the only thing he could manage to understand was on thing.
"I'm turning.." He whispered to himself, his eyes watering. The teen's hands curled into fists as he stared at himself. He yelled out as his left hand hit the mirror with all his strength, hot tears spilled from his eyes. The mirror shattered in its frame, instantly regretting his lashing out as the glass pierced his flesh. He held out his bleeding hand over the porcelain sink, carefully pulling out the small shards of glass as the wounds bled. Sticking his hand under the running water, watching the blood run off his hand and down the drain. He reached behind him to grab a blue hand towel off the rack behind him to wrap up his hand. A band aid wasn't going to stop the bleeding, so a towel would do fine. All Charley had to do now was to come up with a good excuse to explain the broken mirror and the bloody towel to his mom. Good luck explaining that one.
He shut the water off and wrapped his hand tightly in the hand towel as he left the bathroom. The teen went back downstairs to hopefully find something to eat. He was starting to get a sore stomach, but he wasn't sure if anything would help. He opened the fridge once he got in the kitchen, looking for anything to keep his mind off the chunk of bloody half frozen meat in the sink. There was very little he could do to avoid his eyes shifting frequently towards the sink.
He frowned again as he gripped the fridge handle tightly with his good hand, squeezing his eyes shut. The smell of the meat was getting more tempting every moment that passed, breathing out slowly Charley opened his eyes slowly as he turned his head towards the sink behind him. His mouth becoming very dry. Letting out a shuddered breath as he slowly abandoned the fridge and inched his way to the sink, his eyes on one thing only. He reached his hand towards the sink when a hard knock made him jump out of his skin and back to reality.
"Charley! I'm coming in! You better be awake too!" Said an accented voice as the door opened. Charley closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart as Peter entered the house. His face showing concern as he walked towards the teen. He still wore a bunch of eyeliner, probably had rehearsals for tonight. The curly haired boy turned and slammed the fridge closed while not saying a word.
"Oi! What's wrong with you? Why haven't you been answering your phone? Been calling you for hours, same with Amy. Just a fair warning, your girl is really fucking pissed. I told her not to worry about you, but she just about flipped out on me for even talking! She went back home before I left." Peter said quickly as he walked closer, giving the teen a questioning look.
"Yea, uh..sorry. Just been a bit... preoccupied that's all. Just haven't slept yet. I'm just tired. Sorry for that though.." Charley answered slowly, looking at the floor as his eyes shifted towards the sink, his mind momentarily forgetting what he was doing. Peter followed his gaze before he noticed Charley' hand.
"What happened to your hand?" Peter asked as Charley lifted his wrapped up hand. Peter taking hold of his hand carefully. The teen took another shaky breath through his nose. His nose picked up on something sweet. Was that Peter he smelled now?
"I just cut it. That's all. I kind of broke the mirror in the bathroom not that long ago." He said as he pulled his hand away and moved his fingers slowly, looking up at Peter.
"What did you do that for?" Peter asked as he went into the fridge and grabbed a pear. "What's going on, Charley. You look like your losing your mind or something. Where you crying?" He asked as he bit into the pear.
"I hit the mirror because I was really upset I guess. And I feel like I'm losing my mind! Believe me when I say this, please. I'm kind of...turning into a vampire Peter..." Charley said weakly as he glanced at the sink then to Peter again. That good smell was intensified by Peter's presence. His mouth went drier then the desert around them. Peter stopped mid chew and almost dropped the fruit.
"What?" He nearly yelled. "Is that what you meant when you said there was an even bigger problem? Fuck!" He snapped as he stood right in front of the boy. "Explain to me right now what happened when he was here. Don't skip a bloody detail either."
Charley breathed as he rubbed his face, his mind going blank under the pressure Peter suddenly placed on him. He stepped back from the man, his closeness was distracting. Too distracting. Making sure he didn't look at his friends throat as he glanced at him briefly. Thinking hard on last night but the more he thought about it, the less he could piece it together. But why? It happened not even twelve hours ago, maybe it was because of the stress he felt. After a moment of clearing his head, Charley's memory flashed in front of his closed eyes right then. Describing it as he remembered.
"I came home from your place, and he was already here. Mom invited him in I guess, he kind of looked like how he used too. I didn't see much of Caleb left either. I don't see how mom could have missed that. But uh, Jerry was upstairs when mom told me he was here. He said we needed to talk. So I went up stairs to keep it private, I didn't want mom to know who he really was otherwise she would flip out." He said as he started to pace slowly, his hands moving around as he talked. Peter listened closely, forgetting about the snack in his hands as his eyes moved left and right in time with Charley's pacing. "We went in my room. That's when he told me that he wanted us dead. He wants me for something else, I don't know what for either. He didn't say, but then he suddenly had me pinned to my bed and he was going to bite me. I kicked him off me before he could and got him to leave after that, glad I had that crucifix in my pocket." He laughed lightly. Looking at his friend slowly, wetting his lips quickly as he stomach churned painfully. Trying to swallow the lump that formed in his throat.
Peter took a breath and looked at the floor. "So what makes you think your turning?"
"Because he did manage to break my skin with his teeth." He said rubbing the small scar on his neck, the man took a step forward and looked to where Charley had his fingers. His eyes seeing the mark and he swore again.
"I know I'm turning. I can smell shit I shouldn't, I'm starting to get really hungry and this much light is hard on my eyes. And I probably heal really fast too." He said waving his wounded hand slightly. "For all I know, I am already one! I don't want to be a fucking vampire! I don't!" He yelled in anger, Peter looked at his younger friend as he thought his words over as Charley starting to panic again.
"Calm down. I don't think your fully turned Brewster. If you had, I wouldn't be standing here still. You still have control of your actions so there is still time obviously." He said, Charley hadn't thought of that. Peter was right. He still had time to fix this hopefully. He turned to Peter and sighed.
"I didn't think of that. But Amy cannot know about this. Neither can my mom. This has to stay a secret, just between you and me. They can't know what's happening to me! No one can!" He said in a strained voice, Peter just looked at him silently. "I mean it Peter! This could turn everything in our faces if they got involved."
"Trust me, I won't say a word. Just know what they will find out eventually. Whether you want them to or not. Amy is a smart girl, she just might find out as soon as she looks at you. Same with Jane." He said while his accent sounded very strong, then looked at Charley's hand. Holding his own out for him again. "Give me your hand. Might as well check."
Charley looked down slowly before he put his wounded hand in Peter's. The Brit started to unravel the blue and crimson red towel while Charley watching the floor silently fearing what was to come. Peter's eyes widening when he took the towel off. There was dry blood, but no gashes from the mirror shards, just small pinkish scrapes. He started to tremble as he finally looked at his hand.
"What the fuck...shit! No! No no no!" He nearly shouted as he turned away, his hands grabbing the back of his own head in frustration. "It just happened not even ten minutes ago!"
"Alright, so that is one thing we can confirm. What else are you feeling? Apart from the present mind fuck?" He asked the angry figure carefully after a minute of silence. He turned towards the older man slowly and let out a short breath.
"I don't know. I guess I feel tired, restless, hungry. I'm starting to hear things more. I can't smell things. I can smell you. But...in all honesty I feel like wanting to chase you down and well... You know the rest." He said meagerly as he looked into his friends eyes, Peter raised his brows slowly at the confession.
"Well, let's not and say we did. Hm?" He said quickly, holding his hand up. "Do you think you can go outside? It would be best if you came to my place. Least that way I have something there to slow you down when it does happen. Plus we can look into finding a cure for you, or at least something to slow the change." He said as he stepped back from Charley, who's eyes suddenly watching him with a slightly hungry look. Peter swallowed his fear, knowing that it might cause Charley to do something drastic. The boy nodded slowly as he tore his eyes off his friend with difficulty.
"I honestly don't know. Hopefully I can, because I don't want be here when mom gets back." He said quietly, as he looked at his hand again with a dark glare.
"Does he know?" Peter asked suddenly, Charley's glare stopped as he thought for a minute.
"I doubt it, otherwise he would have done something during the night if he did. Which gives us an advantage because maybe we can use this against him." The pale teen said carefully. "Should probably test if I can be in the sun first..."
Peter gave him a questioning look then nodded slowly before they walked to the front window, the sunlight streaming in on an angle. Charley took a breath as he slowly raised his hand to the light. Hesitating briefly in fear. Peter waited, wanting to know just as bad as he did. The teen slowly put his hand in the light, and instantly his hand turned a dark red and wisps of smoke rose.
Yelping as he pulled his hand back and clutched his wrist as he stared at the damaged flesh that was slowly healing before his own eyes. His heart pounding as adrenaline rode through his system. A dull pain ripped through his mouth for a second as he quickly backed away from his friend. Making a weak moan.
"Charley?" Peter called out as the teen scurried away with his back facing him. He frowned in worry for himself and the boy.
"Stay back Peter!" He ordered, trying to calm himself down as he trembled with adrenaline. His breaths heavy, as he kept his back turned to his friend. Peter stood where he was as he let out a breath in frustration.
"Charley what's wrong!" He demanded as he took a step forward, his hand raised up to grab the teens shoulder. Charley's head fell back as he breathed out slowly. "Brewster! Are you ok?"
Charley lowered his head as he turned to Peter with tearful eyes. Holding his hands up to make sure his older friend didn't get any closer. Peter's eyes widened as the teen was much paler, and his hand was no longer injured. But mainly because he saw small fangs beneath his friend's lips.
"I don't want to hurt you, please stay back!" He said weakly pleading with his friend. Peter stood where he was, taking a shaky breath with a nod.
"Alright, sure. I am not going to move. You don't either. Deal?" He said carefully, then looked to his side. "Would you feel better if I stood there?" He asked with a point of his thumb to the patch of sunlight. Charley nodded slowly, Peter stepped to the side watching the scared teen relax knowing he couldn't touch him.
"Well this is a fucking lovely turn of events!" Peter said as he put his hands on his hips with a breath. "Ok, now what? Obviously, its going to take a god damn miracle to get you to my place in one piece and not fry you like bacon. Your mum and Amy would butcher me! Then sell me on ebay..." He said as his mind trailing off.
Charley laughed, turning away briefly with a shake of his head. That made Peter feel a little better, the teenager still had his own mind for now. "That's what your worried about?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Well, that and not being able drink myself under the table." Peter replied with a grin. "Alright. We all know that I love a drink ok? So let's think. I brought Sofie. So the back seat is your best bet..." He said as he paced a few steps. Sofie being his car that had a very small window in the back, a jacket could easily block it. Charley watched him, forcing back any feeling or urge that wasn't his own.
"The garage." Charley said as peter smiled.
"Brilliant! I didn't even think of that! Let's get going!" He said as he rushed out the front door, slamming it a little too hard. Charley ran to the garage, hitting a switch and watched it rise slowly hearing Peter rev his engine as he pulled in once the door had raised far enough.
He climbed into the car and sat in the back as Peter pulled off his coat and handed it to him to block the back window.
"Alrighty! Let's get this show on the road. You ready?" He asked, Charley nodded quickly before Peter backed out quickly and drove down the road. Charley not saying a word as he kept his eyes on everything but his friend. Peter did the same but kept his eyes on him, being very cautious. Charley lay clumped in the back, a hand over his nose and mouth as the small area was filled with Peter's scent. Trying to block everything out he shut his eyes.
Within an hour they had arrived at the building Peter lived in. He pulled the vehicle into the underground parking as he looked back the vampire boy carefully. Charley lay on the seat hugging himself tightly as he trembled.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asked as he turned around in his seat quickly, placing a hand on Charley's shoulder filled with concern. The boy turned his face further into the seat as he started to sweat. "Hey! Snap out of it!"
"I'm...trying!" He said. Feeling an incredible pull deep down. More intense then the first time. Jerry had to have known by now. Having an internal battle, fighting the urge of wanting to go to the monster, and trying to stay put with Peter. Taking an effort to form full sentences. "He's searching for me again. Jerry knows...now Peter! He knows that I'm here I think."
Peter raised his brows as he heard that. He reached down and pulled the teen into a sitting position. "Which is why you need to get a hold of yourself and move your ass! He can't come here. You'll be safe here Charley, I promise. But you need to move it." He said sternly.
"I can't come either!" He replied as he lowered his head squeezing his eyes shut as he lowered his head with a breath.
"Oh yeah." Peter laughed as he climbed out of the car, pulling the teen with him slowly. "Charley Brewster, I invite you into my house. Ok there. Now you can. So let's get a move on you little shit. I kind of skipped out on rehearsals to come get you, so your not the only one in a bind."
Charley laughed lightly, Peter's cocky attitude never really leaving. Making a grave situation seem not as bad as it should have been. He stood up as he exited the car and looked around, glad that they were underground.
"Alright, all better?" Peter asked as he leaned into the vehicle to retrieve his coat. Charley nodded slowly as he stood there waiting. Slamming the door as Peter led the way into the building. "Oh wait! Shit! Can't take the elevator, its glass walls...fuck. We are going to take the stairs. I hate walking!" He said as he dropped his head back, looking at Charley who was trying not to laugh.
"Don't you start snickering at me, I'll smack you a good one." Peter said as he pointed a finger. The boy shrugged as he followed Peter to the stairs. They both looked up for a long time before looking back at each other.
"That seems a lot more higher then I remember," Peter said slowly. "Fuck sakes. Better get moving."
"You can take the elevator if you want. I still don't feel comfortable being this close to you right now. Besides, I don't mind walking." Charley said softly as he rubbed his arm. Peters smile faded slowly, taking a step towards his friend. "I'm ok really. I am. I just don't want to risk anything happening to you. If anything did then I'm.." He stopped as he sighed. Forcing a smile on his tired pale face.
Peter nodded and patted his shoulder. "Alright. If it will make you feel better then I'll take the elevator. I'll see you upstairs then." He said as he left the teen reluctantly. Once Peter was gone Charley fully relaxed, he rubbed his face before he turned his eyes upward. Glad that his friend wasn't so close for now, not happy that he could smell what was beneath his friend's skin. He started walking up the stairs calmly before he stopped himself.
If he was a vampire now, then that meant he could move faster. He looked up again briefly before he started to run up the many stairs two at a time. Feeling like he was going faster but it didn't look like it. He stopped to breath a moment as he looked up, then down. His eyes widening as he smiled. He was more then half way up! He ran up the last of the stairs as he came to the locked door of the stairs. Not even breaking a sweat as he slowed himself down. But not enough as he hit the door a little harder then intended as he broke it down. Crashing to the floor as pain gripped his shoulder. The crash echoed through the empty penthouse.
"Ah! Oh wow...ow! Ow!" The teen said with a groan as he rolled off his side and onto his knees. Charley looked down at the door he broke, making a face as he got off of it and reach down to pick it up. Pushing it back against the frame carefully. The door had a large dent and a crack in it. "Oops.." Peter was probably going to get mad for that.
He turned around and closed his eyes when he realized where he was. Hating being in this specific room out of the entire penthouse. This was the room he had to kill is best friend. He held his aching shoulder as he walked carefully around the room, not wanting to be in here but a stream of sunlight kept him trapped in the room.
After a few minutes of waiting he heard the elevator open and picked up his friends scent almost immediately. That was all he could smell. It was to inviting, his eyes slowly closed. Feeling his mouth dry out again as Peter came closer. He wouldn't be able to hold back this time. Just hoping Peter had enough strength to stop him.
"I'm sorry.." He said aloud weakly.
As Peter entered the room, Charley moved to fast for his friend could see as he looked around. Peter didn't see Charley anywhere in the room but he saw the broken door. He frowned slowly as he passed through the wide stream of sunlight. He had to be here but where?
"Charley?"
He took a few more steps into the room, scratching his head. He felt really uneasy in this room right now because there was a broken door but no Charley. "Well what the fuck?"
He continued to survey the room carefully not noticing the vampire who was standing behind him silently with coal black eyes and a terribly hungry look.
To be continued! Reviews would be lovely.