Jerry Dandridge (jerrythevampire) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-09-12 21:21:00 |
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Somewhere within the confines of darkness, Jerry flickered back to life. Not quite, he groaned, vision becoming less blurred as he focused on his deathly cold hands. He wondered why the heat was sinking from his body into the abyss, had he not died? Burnt up in the light of odious day due to some impetuous boy and his ally? He sighed, wisps of breathy smoke curling from his lips before his lungs froze and groaned as he felt the last of his organs wither to that unforgettable rhythm. He was naked, surrounded in darkness with only that infernal heartbeat in his ears. He looked to his chest, hoping to find some solution, but the sound came from somewhere else, clanging through the darkness. Jerry pulled himself up and began to run, only pausing momentarily to shake his legs back to working condition, following the sound that grew louder by the second.
From nowhere, a speck of light formed in front of the vampire, taunting the demon and leaving small, seething cuts as it spiralled back and forth across Jerry's body. He tried to swat at it and was rewarded with a sharper burn, causing him to recoil and grasp his fingers. The light began to grow and the searing worsened. His body became pressed tightly to the ground and it felt like a house had landed on his chest. Jerry shut his eyes tight and let out a low growl that grew into a yell as the pain increased to maddening proportions. Something inside him snapped and he began to claw at the earhy texture in front of him, scrabbling until he burst forth into some unknown place. He pulled himself from the ground and tried to take in his surroundings, still releasing murmured yelps as he recovered from the ordeal.
A city of some kind, though decidedly not Las Vegas.
"Hey. Bro. You alright?"
Jerry swivelled to meet the voice that greeted him. A young man and a girl formed in his rapidly adjusting eyes. He looked mid 20s, dressed in a crisp, white tanktop, jeans and boots. A godawful cap sat backwards on his head with some kind of sporting logo that Jerry didn't recognise. He lit a cigarette before stuffing his lighter into the girl's pocket and patting her butt, grinning. The girl, who Jerry could only assume was his girlfriend, drunkenly swung off his muscled arm. She summoned the strength to look up and immediately burst into giggles, stumbling and falling onto the ground, square onto her butt.
"Ouch, fuck," followed by more giggling as her boyfriend helped her up, "Bobby, that guy's naked."
Jerry bit back a grin. Wherever he was, it seemed like they delivered meals straight to the door. He shook the rest of the cobwebs from his mind and twisted his face into a scared, vulernable expression.
"Yes, I was attacked... they took my clothes and all my money. Do you have a phone?"
He leaned forward into the streetlight, puppy dog eyes glistening with fear. The pair looked at each other in hesitation, then the man shrugged and set the girl against the wall. She promptly slid down to the ground, groaning and trying to stop the world from spinning.
"That your girl?" Jerry questioned. Bobby responded with a nod and a grin as he dug around in his pockets, loose change jangling as he tried to find his phone. "Uh huh. April." He didn't look up, still intent on finding something that had clearly fallen into the abyss sometime in the previous hour.
Jerry rubbed his chin, looking at the girl. "She's beautiful. Blondes are the sweetest. Reminds me of my wife."
"Yeah, whatever man," Bobby raised an eyebrow. He fished out his phone and stretched out his hand into the shadows where Jerry stood, "Make it quick, yeah?"
"Don't worry, it'll only take a second." Jerry growled, eyes darkening to black, nails digging into Bobby's arm as he dragged the boy into the shadows.
April ran, wide eyed in fear at what she had just witnessed. Was she just drunk? Did that man really... tears stung her eyes and she blinked to clear them from her blurred vision. One blink, clear street. Next blink, Jerry.
"Can we talk?" Jerry's face and torso was sprayed with blood. It matted his hair, sunk under his clawed fingernails and permeated the air between the two. April screamed and immediately spun clockwise, moving through an alley into another street. Still nobody around.
Wait, one person.
"Come on, April. Just a chat." A sinister, lopsided grin crept onto his features as he absentmindedly sucked the blood off each finger. April backtracked into the alley but didn't reach the other end, instead slammed against the rough brick wall by a force too fast to see.
"I'm getting impatient, Amy." April flinched, looking into Jerry's darkened eyes as she struggled against his large frame. "April. April. Did I say Amy? That's rude of me."
He leaned in for a kiss and April pulled away. Instead, Jerry buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply and nuzzling through the curled locks until his lips met her neck. April panicked, looking around desperately for something, anything that could help. Trashcan lids, an old ladder, candy wrappers... nothing that looked useful. She flinched again as Jerry slammed the wall, leaving an imprint. He grunted in satisfaction, trailing Bobby's blood down her neck as he kissed her.
April looked to her feet and spotted an old canister of hairspray, forming a plan. A risky one, but she was desperate.
Jerry's kisses followed her as she sunk to the ground, pretending to push away from Jerry. He seemed to respond positively, laughing against her porcelain skin and making "nuh uh" grunts as he held her tighter. April dug around in her pockets for a lighter - Bobby's fancy Marilyn Monroe lighter. She clawed at the ground until she could scoop up the can and took the opportunity to push Jerry from her neck. She rose with him, now brandishing the makeshift flamethrower, poised and ready to strike.
Jerry laughed, a condescending tone laced with hunger on his tongue, "Are we doing makeovers?" His fingers twitched, curling inwards to a closed fist and back out as he moved closer to the girl. Stained fangs slinked out and April was aware that he he had grown tired of playing. He took an exaggerated inhale, the whiff causing his eyes to involuntarily close for just a second. Jerry's tongue darted out to taste the air and he hunched his shoulders, as if he had picked up on something delicious.
He lunged, teeth bared, hissing wildly. April flung open the lighter and as the spark of fire came to life she pressed down on the canister, readying herself for the jet of flame. Nothing came out. A gut punch of fear struck her as Jerry connected with her, digging those blackened nails into her side, through her clothes and piercing into skin that made her yelp in agony. Her heart pounded against her chest, rattling her core as Jerry's mouth stretched open in hungered rage, thumb still frantically smashing the trigger of the cannister.
Pain tore through Jerry's body as he caught alight, flames charring his face and causing an inhuman scream that reverberated through April's head. She too caught fire, but shrugged off the Bobby's baseball jacket and tossed it onto Jerry, who was writhing in spasmed agony, desperately trying to put himself out. The vampire opened his eyes, now blood red from the fire going off into his face. All he could see was black.
She didn't wait to run, clutching her wounded stomach as she disappeared into the night, Jerry's bloodcurdling cries fading into the ether.