Jerry Dandridge (jerrythevampire) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-09-16 01:17:00 |
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God, he could still smell her. The lingering scent of the girl clung to his nostrils, driving him onward in his frantic search. His face had now completely recovered from the burns, hair regrowing before the pain had even begun to taper off. He'd be following April's scent for days now, trying to find out where she had been hiding - she couldn't keep running with those wounds. He ended up somewhere in a pleasant cul-de-sac; white picket fences, sprinklers, the whole deal. Pausing at the door to number 23, he grinned. Her scent remained on the door handle, that unmistakable aroma he'd become somewhat obsessed with. A light was on in the upstairs and in the front room, as well as a TV blaring something unrecognisable. Listening closer, Jerry could make out new voices. Nothing of April but her scent, he would have to investigate closer. Straightening himself out to look presentable, he knocked.
A young woman opened the door. She was the spitting image of his quarry, but the scent was all different. No fear.
"Hi ...April?" She sighed in response, as if she had heard that way too much.
"That's my twin sister. I'm Mandy." On a second look, there were a few differences. She was possibly a couple of pounds heavier, a nose stud that was absent from April and a pink streak on the side of her hair. Jerry's eyes were drawn to her wrists, where a plethora of bangles and charms covered scarred forearms.
"She's not seeing anyone right now, sorry." Mandy continued in her apathetic tone, slumped against the doorframe, arms crossed. Jerry nodded.
"Right," He turned to leave, but swivelled back after a few steps with eyebrows furrowed, "Sorry for mistaking you for her. You have your own aura, it's quite beautiful." Mandy ran her hand up her arm and looked to the ground, "Yeah, it's fine, whatever." He smiled politely and made his way onward as the girl closed the door.
He whistled as he walked, sliding his hands into his pockets as he sauntered through the cul-de-sc. The streetlights were lit now as night had fully settled in, a few lights on in houses but nobody outside. At the end of the street, Jerry heard someone calling to him. He grinned under the shadow of darkess, fangs sliding out as he licked his lips. "Hey," Mandy panted, her monotone voice breathy from trying to catch up. She put her hand on his shoulder and he turned to meet her face to face.
"Hey, you alright?" He smiled, fangs retracted back and instead flashing pearly white teeth back at Mandy. "Yeah, I just..." She fumbled her bracelets, awkwardly trying to find the words, "Would you like to come in?"
"I would love to."
Mandy shuffled into the house, a much taller Jerry towering behind her. He slicked his hair back and surveyed the situation. April wasn't around, so it was probably her light upstairs. Loud music blared from upstairs, so the TV had been turned up in competition. It was a nice house, lavish furniture in the front room leading into the adjoining kitchen, shimmering metal from expensive equipment adorning the clean tabletops.
"Woah. Who ordered the hunk?" A voice jerked Jerry's head to the sofa. It was a young man, around Mandy's age, swarthy skin and tight clothes looking the vampire up and down. Jerry shifted, raising an eyebrow as a grin tugged at his features.
"He's April's friend or whatever." Mandy threw herself down beside the boy, getting comfortable. "Except April can't see him right now because she's being WEIRD" Her last words grew loud as she aimed toward the stairs, shouting up to April. It was drowned out by the music and nobody upstairs moved. The boy motioned for Jerry to join them and he sank in between the two, unconsciously resting his arms on the head of the sofa.
"Yeah, that's why I came. I heard she broke up with Bobby and it was a pretty bad fight. I just wanted to see if she was okay." Jerry replied, crossing a leg over.
"I wouldn't put it past him, the guy's a fucking jerk," The boy complained, "He and his friends torture me every time I come here to see Mandy. Assholes."
"To see Mandy? Are you two...?" Jerry looked between them both. The boy burst out laughing and Mandy huffed an amused grin.
"Just friends," He answered, moving onto his knees and placing a hand on Jerry's crossed leg, "My demographic's a little... different."
Jerry looked down to the boy's hand then back to his face and smiled back. Mandy swatted his hand away, rolling her eyes. "At least wait until he settles in before hitting on him, you big slut. That's Omid."
"Jerry." He replied, politely.
"You look a little like Bobby, y'know. April definitely has a type." The boy rested his chin on a hand and gestured to his clothing. He'd washed most of the stains out, some darkened parts remained on the white tanktop and jeans but otherwise they were in good condition. He was right, Bobby was about his size.
"You guys want a beer?" Mandy dragged herself up off the sofa. Jerry nodded and her stoic expression warmed slightly as she returned the gesture and headed into the kitchen. Luckily there were two left and Mandy made mental note to get more as she reached in. She deftly flicked the caps off and returned to the front room. Empty.
"Fuck. Fuck!" Omid cried out, trying to grasp anything for leverage. Jerry pressed harshly into his neck and grunted, ravenous. Omid tried to move his arms but the vampire's muscular frame locked him in position against the wall. The bathroom door was locked behind them, preventing anyone from getting close to the two.
"Fuck, that feels so good. Oh God, yeah." He moaned. Jerry reared his head long enough to flash a grin before diving back down, planting kisses on the boy's chest. Omid wrapped his legs around Jerry, allowing the vampire's strength to keep him held up, giving him total control.
Outside, Mandy grimaced at Omid's loud moaning. She grabbed the remote and turned the TV even louder, grabbing Jerry's beer and taking a swig, deciding that he was a probably a little busy for it. She crossed her arms and sighed in frustration. No, of course he wasn't interested in you.
He watched Omid carefully, neither person saying a word, only the boy's soft whimpers filling the void between them. Jerry ran a finger down his side with a deliberate slowness that made him shiver. Omid's head began pounding as both hands pressed against him, with more force than before. Jerry smiled and breathed down his neck, causing hairs to stand on end with each hot lick. Omid's mouth was now as dry as sandpaper, nothing on his tongue to wet his lips. He found himself twitching at every movement he made as his fingers roamed around Omid's slim torso.
"Your heart's beating. It's wonderful." Jerry drawled in his ear, running a finger down the outline of his ribcage. He pressed his calloused lips against Omid's earlobes and nibbled gently, relishing the reaction he pulled from the boy, every little twitch and moan that spilled from his lips.
With a swift movement, his blunt nails dug into Omid's side hard enough to be rewarded with a painful whimper. Oddly, the sharp familiarity of the hurt came as a relief to him. Easy to process, the sensation doesn't tip him off centre. However, the softer touch that followed brought sweat to Omid's brow — dancing fingers across his tender, vulnerable sides. The assault hit him all at once, tangling up under his skin before he can sort out which is which and whether to cry his outrage or suck in a gasping breath and hold it in his tingling chest.
"God yes, use me, daddy." Omid purred, demurring as he realised what had slipped out of his mouth. Jerry raised his head again, this time with a raised eyebrow and amused laugh. "Daddy?" He mused for a moment before shrugging,"I can work with that." He relentlessly licked over Omid's chest and stomach, tongue painting him wet. Every so often he bit too hard or squeezed too hard, and yet with the gentle drift of his fingers and the slick wriggle of his tongue a near constant, the brief flashes of pain got lost in the mix of not-enough, too-much, can't breathe.
Omid's eyes fluttered open and caught himself in the mirror. Just him. He froze up and his stomach tightened, alerting Jerry. He looked up and followed the boy's eyeline then closed his eyes with a sigh with his realised.
"Damn. I was looking forward to having a little fun first." His fangs popped out as Omid started to struggle in panic, "Oh well."
Omid's screaming was drowned out in old reruns of sitcoms. As the canned laughter spilled from the TV set, the banging on the bathroom door grew louder.
Yeah we get it, Omid. You're getting fucked. We all hear you. She picked up the remote again but the volume was maxed. She hit the pillow in frustration before storming over to the bathroom. As she approached, the sounds got clearer and things seemed more malevolent. Then, with a sickening rip, no more screams.
"Omid?" No reply, just a thud. Mandy got closer to the door, pressing her ear against it. Her heart pounded in her chest as she strained to listen, swallowing hard to try and drown out the frantic thump echoing in her head. Before she had time to react, Jerry's hand burst through the door, clutching her neck in his large hand, crushing against her throat as blood dripped from his bared fangs onto her shirt. Mandy struggled but her vision was blurring and it was getting hard to stay awake. Jerry bit down, feasting as her eyes flickered and widened in fear before closing slowly, losing light.
Jerry felt a jolt of pain in the back of his head as a lamp connected, throwing him and Mandy onto the ground. She landed painfully onto her hands and knees and started choking, air filling her lungs once more. Jerry looked up, knowing who he would see.
"Hey, guy! We didn't finish our chat earlier." Jerry attempted to get back up and was rewarded with a kitchen knife shunted into his shoulder from April, who immediately began pulling at her sister, urging her to stand up. Jerry looked at her midriff, covered heavily in gauze and discoloured slightly from the blood seeping through.
"You don't look so good, sweetheart. I should take a look at it." He tried to stand but was pulled back as the knife remained buried into the furniture behind the vampire. April pulled Mandy to her feet and dragged her upstairs.
April led Mandy into her room, locking the door behind them. Immediately she began rifling through her clothes, tearing pieces off for a makeshift bandage. Mandy was shaking, looking around the room as she shivered, trying desperately to keep her eyes open.
"Who is he?" She managed to stutter.
"He killed Bobby and tried to kill me. I didn't tell you because... I didn't want to relive it... and now you're..." April fought back tears but they welled up. It was an odd moment, she had thought it wasn't possible to cry any more than she had over the last few days.
"I thought he was gone for good. I'm so sorry, Mandy, I'm so fucking sorry!"
Jerry could be heard outside, kicking each door down with force. Eventually he'd reach the end of the hallway where the girls were taking refuge. Mandy spasmed on the blood-coated bed, the wound overpowering her. April released a pained sob as she slipped into darkness. Jerry's ears perked up and he straightened himself out, the last droplets of red slipping out of his wounded shoulder as it healed up. He tapped the handle and the door opened, to his surprise. April had unlocked it and now sat on the edge of the bed, looking through her window into the star-filled sky, tears streaking her face. She was numb, completely.
The vampire looked to Mandy's body, then April. He moved to sit beside her, cool Autumn breeze wafting through, marking the approach of September. The vampire's arm wrapped around her waist and she lay against his chest, cold and unblinking in the blinding white of her anguish. Jerry's grip tightened, hugging her close as he brushed the hair from her neck.