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Author's Note: Chapter 16 here we go! Enjoy!
Ch. 16 Bitten
24 Hours Earlier
It was like he was being torn apart. Someone was screaming. If he was in his right mind, he would have been able to tell it was him. His heart was speeding up, and he was gasping for air. He wished it would end, that he would die. How long he had been like this, he didn't know. It felt like forever. The pain faded until it stopped completely.
He opened his eyes, and chocked.
"Oh good, you're done," Ed opened up his eyes and saw him, Jerry. He stood there, looking almost bored.
"What'd you do?" Ed chocked out.
"I told you, you were born for this," Jerry said smirking.
"You…. Turn me into…" Ed said.
"About time, your screaming was driving me crazy…."
"I was screaming?" Ed asked. He looked down, he was covered in dirt.
"Yes, for someone named Annie," Jerry said. "Annie! Annie! " He mocked. "Was Annie your girlfriend when you were human?"
"Ex- Girlfriend…." Ed corrected him. He felt two things, anger and an overwhelming thirst. He had never felt this thirsty.
"I'm afraid this would have to do for now." Jerry said throwing a bag full of blood at him.
"For now?" Ed asked.
"We have somewhere to go tonight, I'm stopping by an old friend of yours," Jerry said.
"Charley? Ed asked remembering the name.
"Let's just say, I lost my meal because of him."
"Is Adam…?" Ed began but stopped. It was strange. He knew there face but it was so fuzzy.
"Oh, you're little friend. No, afraid he died during his transformations. It happens sometimes." Jerry smirked. "I drank too much…"
He sort of already knew this. If he were human, he would feel sad. Now he felt angry. At least, he felt angry he wasn't sad. Despite that, he didn't feel anything. He stared at the blood bag. He didn't know what made him think to do it, but he bit into it.
"Interesting, you're a naturally at this kid," Jerry commented.
"Do I have to call you, Master?" Ed asked thinking of the vampire movies he watched.
"Please" He said making a face, " Jerry is just fine,"
He nodded. He noticed his glasses sitting next to him, He figured he didn't need them now. He looked at the now empty blood bag. This was his life now. He thought about his human life. He found, it was getting harder to remember. Images only came in flashes, never staying to long. There was something that he was forgetting. He knew there was something. He knew it had something to do with Annie.
"Don't worry," Jerry said guessing what he was thinking. "Your human memories will fade soon,"
"Why didn't you kill me?" Ed asked.
"Because you were the most miserable human being I ever saw," Jerry said. "Sadness radiated off of you. It was quiet overwhelming…"
"I wasn't always like that…" Ed remembered. "I was happy… once."
"You still love her?" Jerry said rolling his eyes. "That will also pass soon."
"Is that a promise?" Ed asked.
"More like a guarantee,"
Ed decided that the horror movies lied. When you imagined what a vampire's house looked like, he always thought there would be a lot of cobwebs, spiders, and coffins. There was none of that in Jerry's home. It looked like a normal house, normal for a vampire at least
"Feel free to rad the fridge," Jerry said as he sat down.
"I though vampire's don't eat?" Ed asked.
Jerry laughed. It wasn't a through amused laugh when someone said a joke, but one you use when someone said something stupid.
"We can, just doesn't do us any good," He said amused. "You've obviously watched too many vampire movies.
"Anything else I should know?" Ed asked irritably.
"Well for one thing, just biting someone turns people," Jerry explained "But the more you drink the faster the process,"
"Everything seems louder," Ed said.
"All your senses are like that, you smell and hear everything," Jerry said smirking. "Very useful for catching pray,"
Ed's eyes widen at that. He was ok with most of it, except the hearing everything thing. That might get annoying.
"Why are you here?" Ed asked. Jerry looked thoughtful at the questions.
"Interesting question," Jerry admitted, "I guess it all comes down to loneness,"
"Vampires get lonely?"
"I've been alone for hundreds of years," Jerry said. " I go to small town where my appearance wouldn't be noticeable, and where people going missing wouldn't be unheard of,"
"So you were lonely and decided to go on a killing spree?" Ed asked amused.
"One hand, yes, on another for the fact there are strength in numbers," Jerry said menacingly. Ed remained silent thinking of his own life. And how lonely he felt, expecially the last year.
"I hate them," Ed said suddenly "I hate them all,"
"That's normal for a newborn," Jerry said. "It's the rage that helps survive at first, than when it fades you are able to control it, and only use it for hunting purposes. Use that rage,"
"Are you going to kill Charley?" He asked curiously. He found he didn't care one way or another.
"Haven't decided yet," At these words, came a loud honk. From the sounds of it, it was very close. Jerry went to door and opened it.
"Good, it's sundown, it's almost time," Jerry said.
"Time for what?" Ed asked.
"You'll see, just stay put,"
Jerry had been gone for an hour. He knew something must have happened because his truck was gone. There was also a loud explosion, but he didn't question it. Jerry wanted him to what and that's what he would do. Jerry had left him a cell phone. He decided to pass the time, by flipping through channels. It was during this, that he got the text.
Where would he be going?
Ed knew what it meant. He was looking for Charley. Ed knew that Charley must believe him now. Asshole, Ed thought. How the hell would he know? Charley was a coward most of the time, and only went for help only when his back was against the wall. Suddenly Ed had an idea.
To see Peter Vincent, he's a vampire hunter. Ed texted back.
Do you know where that would be?
Yes… Ed texted him the directions. Jerry texted back and ordered him to meet him there.
Charley's house was destroyed. He now knew what the explosion was. Ed saw an abandon car in front of Charley's house. He walked toward it. He smelled blood, but didn't see it. It was clearly left there for him. It was then he realized whose car it was. Mark bragged about it, when he got it for his birthday. Ed opened the door, and hopped in. The keys were already in the ignition. There was a note on the car seat.
You can thank me later
Ed put the note down, in the passengers' seat was a bag. A bag with a uniform and box in side. That was what he must need to use to get in. Ed turned on the car and started driving. It wasn't a long drive to the city. He found his way to Peter Vincent easily. He parked and grabbed the bag. He changed quickly into the uniform and walked in. There of course was a guard.
"Package for Peter Vincent," Ed said giving his best impression of a UPS. The guard buzzed him in and walked took the elevator. He knocked and a woman answered.
"Yes," She said. She had a strong accent. Within in a minute she was one the floor, blood coming from her neck. Ed wiped his mouth. He walked more into the loft and aheard familiar voice
No no, you said that guy could come in that's a…"
"That's an invitation airhead," Ed said finished for him.
His old friend looked shocked to see him, as did Amy. Peter Vincent looked terrified. He smelled his fear, interesting.
"Ed, if you have a problem just keep it with me," Charley said protectively standing in front of Amy.
"Oh do I have a problem," He spat. "You let him get to me! You let him turn me into this," He felt his fangs retract.
"Back a way demon," Vincent said retracting a nail from his pocket.
"Aw is that an ity bity little stacky for me!" He cooed.
"It's a crucifixion nail it's lethal to you," Vincent spat.
"Ed?" Ed turned. He must have missed the footsteps. He thought he smelled something familiar outside. He faced her, the girl he hoped to never see again. He felt nothing looking at her, only the hatred that had overcome him since he was turned.