The doorbell rang and I don't know how but I knew who it was, Jerry. I was instantly nauseous. Too scared to move I just stood there hoping he would go away. After a few painstakingly long seconds he began to knock and I jumped in my spot. I knew it was stupid to be scared because, if he really were a vampire, he wouldn't be able to come in without my permission. I guess the real reason I was scared was because I didn't want to face those piercing eyes again, those fiery eyes that burned into my soul.

Slowly I inched toward the door, trying to calm myself as I did so. When I reached the door I freaked out, jumping up and down, flinging my arms around, and mouthing the words, 'fuck, fuck, fuck'. I just flipped out; I didn't know what was wrong with me, why couldn't I just face him? I felt so nervous and I could have sworn I had butterflies in my stomach from the thought of him being on the other side. In a split second of pure will power I straightened up, made myself look completely fine, and flung the door open.

There he was as I had suspected with a cheesy smirk and a smoldering gaze that blew me away, I stood in the doorway stiff as a board feeling stupid. I didn't know what to do; he wouldn't say anything like I was the one supposed to start the conversation. I gulped loudly which was pretty embarrassing for me and then to my relief he uttered but one word.

"Hey…" At least that was something. I stuck my hands in my pockets and took a deep breath.

"Uh, hi…what can I do for you?" He stepped closer to me, coming right up to the threshold of the door and putting a hand on the doorframe. He leaned his head onto his hand, running his fingers over his lips playfully, and looked at me out of the corners of his eyes.

"Your name is Charley right?" I was mesmerized, just fucking mesmerized by his extreme sexiness. It was uncanny how sexy he was in that moment.

"Yeah…" He flashed a huge smile.

"I like that name a lot…Charley." Oh my god, the way he said my name sent a flutter through my chest and I almost fainted. I was swooning like a girl and I wanted to beat myself up for it. But that wasn't the only thing on my mind, no; when he said those words I saw them, his fangs. It wasn't my imagination; I know what I saw. Now I knew for sure he was a vampire, Ed was right. The fangs frightened me but I also thought they were beautiful. I pictured them sinking into my flesh and drawing blood that would pour over my skin, I pictured him licking up that blood. I was both disgusted and satisfied, and then I remembered he was still standing there and I snapped out of that thought.

"Um, thanks…" He winked and then suddenly his mood changed quickly and he stood up straight.

"So, I have a hot girl over and I am in dire need of some beer. Do you think you could help me out?" He put emphasis on the word 'dire' and I almost jumped out of my pants, the enchantment was gone and fear had replaced it. I turned around and ran to the fridge, even though I was thinking about just running to my room and never coming out. Looking around in it I thankfully found a six-pack and grabbed it. To my utter horror I dropped one of the bottles and it fell to the floor, crashing and glass going everywhere. Jerry shifted as if it surprised him and then he grabbed hold of the doorframe with both hands, seeming eager to come in.

"Do you need help cleaning that up?" I stuttered and looked around for something to mop the mess up with.

"Uh…um…n-no it's alright." I ripped off dozens of paper towels and threw them on the floor. As I used my foot to move the paper towels around I shot a glance at Jerry to make sure he was still at a safe distance. He was hunched over looking like he was having a hard time keeping out of the house. Our eyes connected and stayed that way as I continued to clean, even as I moved all around our eyes never left each other's. Then he asked me again.

"Can I come in and help you?" I came to a halt in the middle of an action and I realized I had been breathing heavily, it seemed like he was too for some reason. His face looked pained and I had a strange feeling that he really wanted in, not to attack me but, because he sincerely wanted to help me, I had the feeling that he wanted to be near me, and I have to admit I wanted to be near him too; there was a strange heat between us that made me want to be close to him. I was close to saying, so close, practically on the verge of saying 'yes' when I heard my mom coming down the stairs. I panicked, not wanting my mom to see or talk to Jerry, grabbed the, now, five-pack off the counter and ran it over to Jerry, thrusting it into his chest, causing him to cling to it and step backwards from the impact. I said a quick 'good luck with the girl' and slammed the door in his face. By the time my mom got to the bottom step I was leaning against the door panting and most likely red in the face.

"What's going on?" She asked as she looked at me and then at the broken beer bottle.

"Oh nothing…Jerry wanted some beer." And that's all she needed to know.