Hellooo, I'm back to this fandom, too, I miss those two way too much, lol
Here's a minisequel of 'From a whole new perspective', and it won't be the only one
I believe I invented a new kind of fics: Flurk, fluff and dark, LOL, be warned ;)
Bloody Fireworks
"Are you sure it's here?" Jerry wonders, unconvinced, driving his pick-up, as the sun sets.
Not that properly darkened windows could cause problems if he drove during the day.
"Of course yes, 310 Edwin Drive, Virginia Beach," Peter points to the sign. "Find a parking space somewhere."
"So is this the beach?" Jerry gets out of the vehicle, looking with Peter at the sea in front of their eyes, red, as well as the sky.
Red as the blood that would soon be pouring.
Their luminous enemy is about to give way to the friendly moon and its rays are now so weak that they cause just a few sparks and a few flames on their body, nothing alarming.
Certainly, a price worth paying to witness such a spectacle of nature.
Peter clings closer to his beloved, who lazily wraps an arm around his waist as they wait for the sun to disappear completely.
"I still don't understand how Charlie preferred to stay with Ed rather than follow us." Jerry mumbles.
"Come on, you know what kids are like, they don't like spending too much time with responsible adults," Peter justifies them.
"Because we are two conscientious and responsible adults, right?" emphasizes Jerry, stroking his shoulders.
"Very responsable, just look at how you drive your racing car, compared to that the drivers in Fast and Furious are fucking beginners who have just got their license!" Peter makes him laugh, before kissing in a greedy and indecent way, taking advantage of the proper privacy.
"And then look at the positive side, if Charlie isn't there it means more fun for you and me." the younger one winks when they separate.
"Well ... this beach is so isolated that I don't know ..." the four-hundred-year-old vampire mumbles his disappointment.
"Because you see it now, but tomorrow night you will see how things will change." grins Peter.
"I trust your intuition, I always do." Jerry smiles at him. "What do you say, baby, are we going to find accommodation for the night?"
Peter's wicked grin spreads out, his now more elongated fangs showing off.
"Of course yes, love, that's part of the fun." he approves, running his tongue over their tip.
Within an hour, wandering around a bit , Jerry and Peter have spotted a lovely cottage surrounded by greenery, in the shade of trees and with a grassy driveway.
The ideal place to hide.
"I like it." approves Peter.
"Me too. Let's take a stand and as soon as they come out, they won't have any chance. " Jerry grins, licking his lips in anticipation.
"I have a better idea." Peter comments, starting off.
Jerry follows him curiously, rather surprised when he sees him enter a nearby pizzeria and return with two pizzas.
"Okay we can also eat human food, but you should know that I don't intend to change my diet!" grumbles Jerry.
"You ninny, these aren't for us." Peter chuckles. "Come with me, I'll explain everything along the way."
When they reach 629 Edwin Drive again, Peter rings the bell while Jerry holds the pizzas.
"Yup?" a male voice answers.
"Pizza delivery." Peter answers.
"What? But we didn't order any pizza! " points out the voice, now ruder.
"I know this well. They are free." the younger vampire throws the bait, certain of his success.
As a matter of fact, the door opens instantly and a distinguished gentleman in his fifties peeps out.
"Free?"
"Of course, it is an initiative to make ourselves known, we are walking around the neighborhood leaving some Margherita Pizzas with our contact details inside, when there will be the inauguration next week." Jerry gives him a hand.
Peter instructed him pretty well on the way.
"You heard my colleague. VAM Pizza, our Start Up, with the goal of building quite a client list. " continues the illusionist, who in such situation certainly does not run the risk of being recognized for the magic show man he is in Las Vegas.
-Well, more bleeding than building!- Peter thinks diabolically.
"What a nice idea!" a woman of the same age, probably his wife, approaches the man with the same elegance in dress and bearing.
"That's why instead of sending simple delivery guys, we, the Start Up entrepreneurs, take care of it directly, because we like to get to know our potential customers one by one, we want to put our face to them." explains Jerry, with his best barker smile.
- But above all we want to put our fangs into their neck!- he thinks to himself, quivering with impatience.
Not even for a moment the two naive humans are caught by the suspicion of seeing two delivery guys, instead of one, mostly dressed in civilian outfit, with dark clothes, illuminated only by the captivating smiles of the wearers.
Moreover, the two have provided enough explanations, especially on the fact that they are not simple delivery guys.
They are entrepreneurs, it is normal that they dress a little more elegant.
Of course, to be a local they don't have the accent at all, besides it seems that they have never seen a ray of sunshine in their life, as pale as they are, but it seems indelicate to the man to ask certain questions.
"Oh well, a free pizza is never refused." the landlord is convinced, about to take them from the hands of Jerry, but he backs away.
"Not so fast, gentlemen. First we need a proof. " he informs them.
"A proof" the lady frowns.
"Nothing complicated." Peter smiles at her affably, "VAM Pizza asks for a small testimony of the delivery, we just need to take a photo of the pizzas delivered to your kitchen."
"Oh well, if you just want a photo ..." mulls the lady, before adding the fateful words. "Please, come in." she invites them, leading the way with her husband.
Peter and Jerry share a knowing grin and as soon as they close the door behind them, the pizzas hit the ground and the two humans are knocked down before they have time to scream.
And no, the tomato sauce strewn across the floor isn't the only red thing that's going to stain that house.
-
"VAM Pizza?" repeats Jerry amused, sitting with Peter on the sofa, in the living room of that house.
"It seemed like an appropriate name!" shrugs the illusionist.
The windows have all been properly closed to protect themselves during the day, from which only a handful of hours separates them.
The two humans dangle from the ceiling, still alive, gagged, with the ropes that tie them to one of the beams.
Jerry always has everything he needs in his truck.
Numerous cuts adorn their bodies, Peter and Jerry preferred to bleed them slowly, without biting them, in order not to generate other fledglings.
For the two vampires it is enough to go with a glass under a cut made at the moment and wait for the blood to pour inside it.
A kind of macabre automatic dispenser.
And it is precisely with those glasses that the two are toasting.
"But I liked this pizza delivery trick." admits Jerry. "Certainly more convincing than my asking neighbors for beer."
"That's fucking sure!" the other laughs, placing the empty glasses on the coffee table. "Anyway, if you want, we can do it again a few more times."
"Maybe we could turn a pizza chef so he could prepare pizzas for us, without buying them every time." proposes his Sire.
"Do you see that you have an entrepreneur mentality?" Peter slides against him, chuckling, before kissing him.
"Besides, I think Charlie and Ed are going to love it!" Jerry resumes the conversation, separating himself from him.
"Oh well, they can dress up as bellboys, they would be very credible." approves his Childe. "And you're mentioning those two a little too often anyway. What's the matter?Am I, all alone, not enough for you? " Peter growls at him indignantly.
With a nimble snap, Jerry lays him down on the sofa, crawling over him. "You are always enough for me, love, let me show you how much!" he growls eagerly, about to undress both of them.
Their victims from where they are bound can see them perfectly well, but having a small audience, mostly involuntary, only serves to excite the two vampires even more if possible and they prepare to display an obscene show.
-
The following evening, as it's not far away, Jerry and Peter take a romantic walk down to the beach, hand in hand.
The situation has changed a lot compared to the previous day, just as Peter had predicted.
The beach is packed with people and it is only a matter of minutes before the traditional fireworks start shooting.
At the beginning the two vampires enjoy a bit of that show of lights, explosions and dazzling colors that are reflected in the waters of the sea, placid.
After all, the storm is about to break loose on the mainland.
Jerry and Peter separate and mingle in the crowd, taking advantage of the confusion.
All those present are with their eyes in the air, all intent on looking into the sky and no one pays attention to them or to those around them.
The loud noise of the fireworks covers any screams and inhuman growls, before the canines sink ferociously into the throat of the unfortunate victims.
The complete darkness, necessary to bring out the fires at their best, hides everything from unsuspecting spectators.
And all this goes on for about twenty minutes, just before there is the final series of fireworks, in bursts, concentric, one the extension of the other.
It ends with the most classic type, but greatest of all, which explodes in a myriad of sparks and colors.
Peter and Jerry have already reunited and have already left the beach, watching the show from afar.
However, the real one has yet to begin.
At the end of the exhibition, the lights of the street lamps come on gradually, revealing a dozen corpses on the ground, with their eyes open and their throats torn.
You can hear only screams of fear, cries of despair and the general panic that makes all the survivors run away.
Jerry and Peter laugh with satisfaction, licking the blood off each other's faces.
"Happy 4th of July, my love." Jerry murmurs, pulling him to him.
"But we're supposed not to give a fucking damn on the 4th of July!" Peter protests. "You're Irish, I'm English ..."
"So what?" replicates the oldest. "I could also say 'Happy 5th of July, Happy 6th of July' and so on. With you every day has to be celebrated. "
Peter smiles at him, touched.
"I don't deserve such a romantic Sire." he murmurs, before kissing him for a long time, without haste.
-
It's almost dawn now and Jerry and Peter are safe in their pickup, ready to go home.
But before leaving, they stop by the beach, looking through the darkened glass for the moment they are most anxiously awaiting.
Their supernatural sight allows them a clear and precise view.
As soon as the sun's rays illuminate the tortured bodies of their victims, these, due to the transformation already underway, explode in a riot of flames and sparks.
After all, they had specified that they did not want to leave any fledglings.
For the two sadistic lovers these are the real fireworks.
THE END
Notes:Hope you liked it.
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