Chapter 12: Evelyn


Jerry made his way downstairs into the basement of his already broken down looking home, wondering what his plans were for tonight. Was he going to find some attractive little woman to feed on to get his fill or was he going to hold off again? He grunted as he felt his gums thrum with the feeling of need to feed on blood, knowing he just couldn't attack Candice like he had previously wanted because he knew he had some sort of strange attraction towards the teenager. Her freckles and pretty ocean coloured eyes kept popping into his mind, along with the image of her sitting on her bed in a flushed mess, hair all messy and her breathing labored and shallow.

Jerry somehow managed to avert his attention to the corner of his broken down basement then, sniffing slightly to get a scent of whom it was. Of course he knew who it was, given he was the one who took her life and most of her blood.

Evelyn Lee sat in a corner of his darkened and moist basement, looking even more paler than usual with her slender arms drawn around her knees and the bottom of her feet covered in dirt. Aside from that, the goth didn't look too worse for wear and Jerry was thrilled that she still looked fresh and unbroken, like he never even had the chance to sink his fangs into her flesh.

Evelyn looked up as she spotted Jerry, and despite the insane throbbing in her gums telling her that she needed to feed or she was going to die, she backed away from his intimidating form once he began taking steps toward. Jerry found amusement in this charade the two had been engaging in ever since she had been turned. "I know you're hungry Evie and there's no reason for you to be scared of me. I'm not going to hurt you." She hissed at him in return, showing signs of not having fully given into the carnal throws of his control.

Jerry knew this and he liked it. He liked that she was stronger than the rest and even though it turned him on a little bit, he wasn't going to force sex on her or do anything remotely sexual to her. Evelyn was young and had plenty of time to go out at night and find out how good it felt to finally feed on someone. He quickly dug into the back pocket of the dark blue denim jeans he was wearing to produce a vial of something and it quickly caught Evelyn's darkened eyes.

Jerry smirked and held it up for her to see. "Know what this is, sweetheart?" When he noticed her eyes watching the vial with curiosity, he continued on, "I think you do and I know you want it. While you were down here doing god knows what, I went out to the local blood bank and with a little persuasion from the cute desk clerk, I managed to get this blood for you. This fresh blood because I was thinking of you." He noticed Evelyn's pupils dilate and even though he was still standing a few feet from him, he could smell the thirst forming inside of her and if she had been alive, he would have heard her heart pumping.

Evelyn could smell the blood and despite her urges to stay put, she couldn't help but crawl towards the handsome man on her knees slowly, still wearing a black corset dress that looked dirty and nothing else. Her long dyed black hair was slightly mussed and whatever makeup she had on the night she was attacked had smudged and made her look much dirty than she actually did. Jerry grinned when she came closer to him like a little pet, pleased that she was finally growing interest in what he wanted to give her.

Jerry did care for the ones he turned and decided to keep with him, despite his horrible and murderous actions. He had grown a liking to Evelyn for some time before he decided to take her life, mostly because he knew she was hurting from being an outcast and having her best friend turn on her in a way. Granted he liked Candice more than he let on and was pleased with the way things turned out between them, he liked Evelyn too and was willing to help her come out of this broken shell and embrace the reality. She was a vampire and nothing could be done about it.

Evelyn stopped and glared up into his eyes, "I don't trust you. How do I know that's not Candice's blood? You would want me to drink the blood of my best friend, wouldn't you? You sick demented asshole." Jerry only ticked in response to her words and tossed the vial of blood a few times in his hands, not missing her eyes watching it go back and fourth. The hunger was evident in her eyes and although she would never admit it herself, Jerry knew her tongue and teeth were burning with the desire to sink into someone's veins and drain them dry.

"Ah, I never said this was sweet little Candice's blood. If it makes you feel better, I haven't touched her at all." Jerry snorted at the surprised look in her eyes then, "That shocks you, doesn't it? Well it's the truth, I haven't hurt her yet because I have no desire to. In fact, I was thinking of sparing her life if she would be willing to give her body to me." Evelyn's anger returned and she hissed at him, curling back and going into defense mode. So she still had some feeling in her huh? That was very amusing considering what she was going to be for the rest of her life.

"Why should I believe you, Jerry? You killed Angie and you fucked my life over. What makes you think I'll believe that you wouldn't hurt her? Candi is a good person and was a good friend of mine and no matter what happened between us, I'll stop you if you even tried to hurt her!" Evelyn had an expression of full on fury and Jerry was thrilled by this. Like the little girl had a chance of ever getting on his level and harming him but still, he had to applaud the goth's courage for even threatening him like that. He noticed that fire inside of her when she valiantly tried to fight him off and was pleased it stayed with her.

Jerry held the vial up again, just imaging what the blood tasted like. Fresh, cold and probably like an orgasm in your mouth. He liked blood from living victims a whole lot better but he had his fair share of blood like this and it wasn't too bad. He glared down at her, "You don't have to worry, Evie. I'm not going to hurt your precious friend. Why do you think I came down here? To tell you how I'm going to suck her blood dry? No, I came down here to see if you were willing to drink this because we both know you need it."

When he opened the cap and the smell filled her nostrils, Evelyn bit down hard on her bottom lip as she tried to fight the rising hunger he had warned her about. It was true, Evelyn was starving since being locked down here and hadn't had anything to hold her off. She found it harder and harder to maintain herself and actually contemplated escaping and finding some random civilian to feed off of but she held herself back. She would not attack an innocent person. Someone more deserving, like Monica, would have been perfect but Jerry had already turned the skank so it was pointless.

Evelyn scoffed as he waved the vial around but when he actually leaned closer to hand it to her, she found herself leaning forward.

Before her dirty fingers could grab it however, Jerry quickly pulled away with a look of amusement in his coal coloured eyes. Evelyn couldn't hide the little snarl that came from him acting like this was a game but he spoke before she could, "That's not how we do it around here, sweetheart. You want something from me? You say please."

There was a million things she would rather say to this asshole but because of the insatiable feeling building her veins at the mere sight of the blood, Evelyn gave into his demands and looked up at him with her doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"May I please have the blood?" She knew he liked them like that and hoped it worked. It seemed to do so because Jerry smiled down at her like a genuine human being for once and finally handed her the vial. Evelyn all but ripped it from his fingers before downing the entire thing in one go. It was a decent sized vial, nothing too large or too small, but the taste of the blood left her tongue curling in pleasure from finally having something to eat.

Jerry grinned in satisfaction as he watched her greedily suck down the red liquid, some of it trailing from her lips and onto her pale chin and neck. When she finished the entire thing, Evelyn glanced up at her captor and even though the blood was dripping from her pale lips, she snarled at him regardless and tossed the empty vial back at him. His natural reflexes made it easy for him to catch it with ease. Ignoring her livid glare, Jerry came closer to her before biting the palm of his hand, hard enough to draw blood. Evelyn sensed it and when he extended his hand to her, she instantly latched onto his arm and began sucking whatever was coming out of the small wound.

"I knew you couldn't resist, you're just as hungry as I am." When Evelyn pulled away from his hand and scooted backwards with an angry glare, Jerry chuckled. He licked the cut on his palm himself before finally looking her over, unimpressed at how she turned out. "You should really take my advice and go get cleaned up. You won't be going out into the sunlight obviously but a shower will definitely make you feel better."

When the pale girl just continued to stare at him in hatred, Jerry just shrugged before heading towards the door.

"Suit yourself but I'm telling you, hot water on your skin feels a lot better when you're dead." As the attractive man left her alone in the darkness once more, Evelyn shuddered to herself at the thought of finally having blood. She didn't know if she could ever feed off of a human, let alone someone she knew, but there was other blood sources she could probably use too.

Evelyn crawled back into her dark corner then and curled up into a little ball, probably going to remain there as long as she could. Even though the feeling of sinking her fangs into someone's neck clouded her mind, she was not going to do it to Candice. She just couldn't.