I was listening to a large amount of club tunes. My ears won't stop throbbing. I want to go to the bar and shuffle now. Too bad I'm broke. Anyways. Lmfao, tiesto, skrillex, stuff like that is the play list for this chapter. Take your pick, cause they all be hoppin to tha beats! But really it's everything. Metal, rock, dubstep, club, radio
music... My playlist rules.
Anyways. My apologies for the delay. Been trying to write the next chapter to Remember Me. Not workin out very well. I'm trapped. Need suggestions. Anywho, here you go! And this maybe a short chapter. I dunno.
AN:: Fixed the format! I really don't know how it got all screwy. No more iPhone updates that's for sure.
The Truce 10
Jerry walked into the club shortly after twelve thirty, three hours after the incident. Being surrounded by pounding music and hot bodies of hundreds The powerful and constant bass vibrated his chest. He couldn't help the dark laughter that came from all this temptation. All the hot beautiful bodies that were so ready to be taken. But that would have to wait. He was here to meet Peter. Not to gorge himself. Scanning around slowly as his eyes turned black. Unsure if he could wait any longer and just feast now. Maybe after the visit, the gorging can wait a little while.
Knowing that he could survive a while longer, he returned to his search for the damn drunk. Smelling the air, he smelt the familiar hints of Midori underneath the hundreds of other scents this place had to offer.
The loudness of the music and the hundreds of shouting people was going to give him a headache later. He followed the wisps of Midori while weaving through the crowd like a snake in the grass. The scent was getting stronger, but he didn't see the mousy haired idiot anywhere.
Narrowing his eyes seeing a figure with long black hair and a goatee just ten feet from where he stood. Smelling again, he realized that it was in fact, Peter.
Dressed in a long black leather coat, a dark tee-shirt and a pair of black jeans and was drinking with a small group of people surrounding him. Oblivious to the vampire as he drew closer and carried a strange expression on his face. Jerry then remembered that this was the Vampire Killer getup. He had never seen Vincent in his Fright Night costume until now.
As Jerry approached, Peter turned his head and spotted him. Waving him over and called out his name. His voice fading into the surrounding noise. The vampire scowled lightly as he stood beside the man. Scanning his get up with amusement and gave a questioning look. Peter grinned and patted his shoulder once Jerry was within his reach.
"Jerry the Vampire! Took you long enough to fuckin' get here!" He said, trying to talk over the loud music. He gave the pale figure a sluggish once over. "Didn't even change! What the fuck! If you haven't noticed. I did. Dressed up for the occasion. And I started without you. For a vampire your pretty slow."
Peter was drunk and had absolutely no fear. Jerry raised his brows slowly as Peter finished his drink and motioned for him to follow.
Peter was having a ball, Jerry couldn't help but laugh at him.
Two women walked behind the magician as he lead the way to the roped off VIP section, stopping then to say no to the women rudely. Peter laughed and turned away after making a comment only the vampire could have heard. Peter really was foul. The music wasn't as loud as they climbed a flight of stairs and stood in a elegantly decorated room with a large panel of glass separating the two areas of the club.
The room was occupied by quite a few people and Jerry didn't feel like discussing these matters with an audience. Peter had to have felt the same way as he looked around and huffed. Jerry walked to the panel of glass and looked down. Remembering the last time he was here.
Peter walked over and looked down to the sea of bouncing bodies and lights that made everything seem red. Lights flashed on the ceiling as Jerry stared hungrily at the scene below. Peter glanced over at him and motioned to his own eyes quickly.
"Your eyeballs are doing your scary vampire thingy. Stop that." He demanded. Jerry blinked and dark brown orbs appeared as he looked him over again.
"Nice jacket."
"Is that a complement or an insult?"
"I don't know. Both maybe. Odd as it is, this look suits you." Jerry replied.
"I'm not sure I really like your whole new...whatever this is." Peter slurred slightly. Looking at him seriously, then turned suspicious.
"I don't know what's scarier. You being a vampire or the fact your trying to be nice."
Peter stared as he swayed gently. His world was tilting but he would keep it steady. Jerry returned his gaze to Peters and narrowed his eyes slowly. The man didn't flinch as they stared each other down for a few minutes. Peter knew that the vampire had different motives.
Involving himself and Charley, plans that he wouldn't agree with. Jerry knew Peter was smart. Probably too smart. He turned to face him and smirked.
"You think I'm an idiot. Don't you. Well guess what. I'm not. You, Vampy Boy, are up to some bloody bad shit. I don't like it. Charley doesn't deserve that. I know your doing something, and whatever it is, don't even fucking try it." Peter said finally. Jerry frowned, rattled by his conclusion.
Peter was way more clever then what he believed. Absolutely nothing could get past him. Jerry looked down to the crowd slowly as he stayed quiet.
Biting his tongue, he was really beginning to like him. He said before he knew, but then he brushed it off as Peter's slurred mind. This wasn't. This was a real statement voiced only because he had the nerve to say it openly. The vampire stayed quiet for quiet some time before he responded.
"Why do you always kill the mood. I was starting to enjoy you. Without murderous intent. I told you that brain of yours was going to kill you one day." The vampire said, his voice darkening with disappointment.
"What else are you going to share?"
Peter swallowed then looked down as well. He felt like he caught the vampire in a lie, but it didn't seem like it was enough. An icy chill rolled down his back as he stood there. Feeling the floor vibrate along with the pounding music, he took a breath before looking back.
"I really want to trust you but I can't. Whatever your planning in that old head of yours, you better stop." Peter said, shaking off the growing fear. The alcohol started to wear off as the fear and
awareness started flowing.
"Why won't you trust me?" Jerry asked.
"Because your a vampire. I know Charley trusts you, but don't ever fucking expect me too. Like I said before you bastard, when he'll freezes over I'm going to trust you." Peter sat down and looked up at Jerry slowly.
The vampire chuckled then shook his head. Peter was too smart. Being who he was, he understood why he wouldn't trust him easily. After all, he was a vampire expert because of what he did to his family when he was just a child. Charley was going to be his. And no one was going to stop him from having him. Especially not Peter Vincent.
"That's too bad." Jerry replied as he smiled. Giving Peter a deadly look.
Peter stared and the fear came. He swallowed and stood up. He wanted to run. The look Jerry was giving him meant trouble. Bad trouble. He started walking towards the stairs quickly, trying to hold his fear at bay and pretended he needed to get a drink. His conclusion was correct. Jerry was indeed up to something and it was something to do with Charley.
As he walked down the stairs he pulled his phone out and started dialing the number to the Brewster's. He was going to warn them. He had to, the kid didn't need what was coming. Just before he pressed talk, he was shoved against the wall and the phone was ripped from his hand. He cried out but stopped when black pits glared at him.
Jerry scowled as he held the magician by the throat, looking at the phone quietly. Peter stared wide eyed and breathed faster. Jerry looked back at him slowly as he shut the phone off. Shaking his head slowly and smiled darkly as he pressed against the drunk. Their faces millimeters apart.
"Trying to warn them I see. That isn't going to happen. Because your not going to remember having this conversation or even having those realizations in your head after tonight." The vampire said with conviction.
"Don't you dare..." He growled fearfully as he tried pushing the vampire away. His heart pounded as he started struggling. Knowing what was coming, and he would fight to avoid it.
Jerry watched him and grinned. He bit into his hand and pressed it against Peter's mouth. The illusionist gasped before sealing his lips together as he whimpered, trying to keep the blood out.
Jerry smiled darkly as the man struggled beneath his hands, his own blood rolling down his hand and Peter's fake beard. Peter tried as hard as he could to break free of the deadly grasp.
"Drink it or I'll kill you right now." Jerry stated calmly.
Peters eyes slammed shut and he shook his head. The vampire growled and was getting fed up with his resistance. He leaned his face closer and whispered into his ear. The skinny man pulled his head as far as he could without exposing his throat.
"Last chance Little Boy. I don't have a problem killing you." He purred in his ear, feeling the man go rigid and the fear erupted like a volcano.
Tears spilled from his eyes as Jerry looked at him. Raising his brows slowly as Peter shoved at him again. The vampire took a deep breath and let go of his throat and slid his hand down to Peter's hip. Jerry narrowed his eyes as he squeezed and pressed his nails into the skin.
Peters lips parted as he screamed against the bloody hand. The scream stopped immediately as the blood flowed into his mouth. Jerry smiled as he craned Peter's head to the side and sank his teeth slowly.
Making sure it hurt him. Peter became limp and his eyes glazed over as the tears kept falling. The vampire closed his eyes as he dug deep into the vampire experts memories. Ripping out what was happening now and anything else that would give the man the reasons to doubt the vampire. Taking care in planting a totally different conversation in place of the one they just had.
Jerry pulled back and gasped. Feeling off, and weird. Peter slumped against Jerry like a dead weight as he tried to stand straight.
"Sorry...I think I'm more drunk then I thought." Peter mumbled and clung to the vampire for support.
Jerry didn't say anything as he stared at the wall. His own breaths growing heavy. It wasn't the alcohol in Vincent's blood that made him feel this. It was something else. Something bad.
"Hate to say this Fang...you're going to have to help me home." Peter giggled. Jerry nodded slowly as this strange feeling turned to a faint burning in his veins. Putting an arm under Peters shoulders to lead him through the club quickly.
It took him quiet a while to reach the elevator due to the burning sensation that just kept increasing. It was becoming painful. Peter seemed to notice the silent agony his vampire companion was suffering.
"You alright?" He asked slowly, frowning as Jerry let out a faint whine.
"I'm fine. It is just...bad blood." He said with a scowl, straining his words as he kept the growls quiet. His breaths long and ragged. Within minutes Jerry had Peter back on his home and dropped him on the bed. By that point, Jerry was trembling in unknown agony.
He had to clean the blood off Peter before anything else. But as he turned to find something to clean him up with, his skin started to smoke lightly. Frowning as extreme dizziness hit him, he stumbled as he walked out of the room. Using the wall for support.
Scowling as he shut his eyes, flashes of Peter's life went by and his eyes snapped open. Oh that sneaky son of a bitch.
"Holy water..." He gasped out. He needed to clean his body and feed on cleaner blood before this got worse. Peter could cleanup himself. His own existence was at stake. He wasn't about to die over feeding on tainted blood. Stumbling towards the elevator as he let out a screech of agony.
Feeling like he was burning from the inside out. He dropped to his knees as he roared again. He needed cleaner blood and as soon as possible. Using his own nails to tear open his skin and remove the blood that was killing him out faster, rivers of it fell and pooled around him. He pushed himself to his feet as the elevator doors opened suddenly and Charley came out.
"What the hell!" The teenager cried out as Jerry stared at him, shaking violently as he hugged himself. Bleeding like never before. The teen stepped forward and gawked at what he saw in shock.
"Hey Charley..."
TBC!