Okay, quick warning: this chapter is the main reason this piece is rated M. Feel free to skip it, just know that in this one Camille gets turned into a vampire. This is Jerry's revenge upon her and it's definitely not flowery. (From Jerry's POV)
Chapter 11
Naturally, she resisted him at first. But vampire blood is like a drug: it blurs all thoughts and inhibitions and replaces them with feeling. She began to weaken as he forced his tongue into her mouth.
He pulled away after a minute, relishing in the way their lips stuck together. He tilted her face upward, observing her carefully. Her breathing was fast and shallow; her lips, normally a healthy shade of pink, were stained a gory red. But the best part was her eyes. They were glazed and slightly unfocused as she looked at him. She seemed…awed by his very presence! As she should be. Finally, it was clear just how much she really wanted him!
"Atta girl," he whispered, just to see how his voice would affect her. "Surrender feels good, doesn't it."
"Master," Stone said, with more than a touch of jealousy. "You have her. We should go. Don't…don't do anything to her…"
Jerry didn't even bother to look at him. "Why not, Stone? Don't pretend that you know what she wants! She hates you. But me? She adores me. Look at those eyes—she's practically begging me to take her…aren't you." He wove his fingers through her hair on either side of her head—feigning gentleness for just a moment—then tugged sharply, yanking her little face closer to his own. She let out a small gasp of pain, and he smirked. "Isn't that what you want, Cam? For me to fuck the life out of you, right here, for everyone to see. Would you like that?"
"Stop it!" Stone shoved the two of them apart. "This wasn't part of the plan! I'll just turn her myself, if I—" Before he could say anymore, his master attacked. It was ugly, violent, awful—and over in a matter of seconds. Camille stared blankly at Stone's now-unconscious form until Jerry's cold fingers wrapped around her neck. Her attention was on him in an instant.
He placed the softest of kisses on her forehead. "Don't ever disobey me, Camille. It won't end well for you." And he led her away.
It didn't take long to reach his house—ten, fifteen minutes at most. But it felt like hours because he had business (or rather, Camille) to attend to. He practically threw her into his bedroom, leaving his minions to kill the truck.
Her mind appeared to be clearing a bit—but only a bit. Her heartbeat quickened as he locked the bedroom door. "You…you…what did you do to me? What are you going to do to me?"
"Camille," He crooned, reaching out to brush a hand down her cheek. "I've waited such a long time to get my hands on you! I'm going to give you everything you've earned from being such a nosy little brat these past few months…and not all of it will be pleasant for you." Jerry began to unbutton his shirt—very slowly, just to tease her. Her scent had become a strange mixture of fear and lust—as enticing as it was unusual.
Only when he was fully undressed did she seem to realize the full gravity of her situation; panic flared in her eyes. "J-Jerry…" She breathed, trying so hard to keep her eyes upon his face.
"Yes? Something wrong, Beautiful?"
Camille visibly flinched at the word 'beautiful.' "Yes, there's something wrong! You kidnapped me, and you drugged me, and you hurt my friends! You're acting like…like I belong to you or something…"
Jerry responded instinctively, shoving her roughly to the floor. She landed with a startled 'oof' on a throw rug adorned with his species' coat-of-arms. "Newsflash, Sweet Cheeks: you do belong to me. And I can guarantee that no one in this world wants you as much as I do."
He knelt down beside her and snatched at the collar of her shirt, ripping it off of her so that the buttons popped off and bounced away in every direction. She crossed her arms over her chest, flushing pink with shame. "Jer, stop it! Let me go!"
"Let. You. Go?" Jerry rolled his eyes. "I'd just shut your mouth if I were you. You'll regret being so smart with me soon enough." Her jeans proved more difficult to dispose of (girl's clothing was much more durable than it looked), but with those went the last of her will to fight. Her scent sweetened with a tinge of despair, and Jerry couldn't help but smile. He flipped her onto her back and pinned her hands on either side of her head. "God, you have no idea how tantalizing you are, Camille. I'm going to consume you…rip you little body apart…"
She whimpered and tried to turn her face away. That hardly fazed him. He thrust into her without another word. The poor thing cried out (it was only natural), but he silenced her immediately with a hungry kiss. It felt so good to take her! Finally!
Finally. He squeezed her wrists hard; much too hard, he knew, just so she would cry. And she did, though she tried to fight it. It made his finish (several minutes later) all the more glorious. Jerry released her and was delighted to see an immediate bruising where he'd held her. "Do you know why you're here, Cam Sweetie? Do you know what my taking you means?"
"You…you win," She said with a crushed sigh.
He sneered, and ever-so-gently kissed her cheek. "That's right, Princess. I win!" Then he moved his lips to her neck—and bit her. His teeth cut easily through skin softer than butter; her blood was sweeter than sugar and he relished every sip he took. When at last Jerry pulled away, he marveled at how pale she'd become! She looked like a dream.
"I told you that you belonged to me, Camille. You did from the moment we met. By tomorrow night, you'll have turned fully. Can you feel it?" She was, at this point, too weak to respond, so he just kissed her one last time. "I'll be there when you open your eyes, Darling. You were worth it, you know. Stone was right."
