Peter Vincent is coming a bit unhinged (killsomething) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-06-17 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | jerry dandridge, peter vincent |
Who: Peter Vincent, Jerry Dandridge, NPC bb!vamps
What: Peter is feeling rebellious, and Jerry just won’t stand for that.
Where: The vampires’ hideout
When: Monday night, June 17, 2013
Warnings: Peter’s foul mouth, violence, blood
Status: Closed, Complete
Peter had been quite busy lately. Hunting, feeding, tormenting his friends when he crossed their paths... he knew Jerry had plans of some kind, but he wasn’t particularly interested in doing anything to please his sire. He obeyed when he had to, worked on Jerry’s little mission of trying to figure out a way to capture Sam Winchester, but aside from that? He was his own. He wouldn’t let Jerry take all of him.
Regina’s disappearance a week or so ago had Peter curious. She’d been Jerry’s pet before he’d been turned, but he didn’t know how long. She hadn’t seemed to enjoy being under Jerry’s thumb anymore than Peter had, but he didn’t think she could’ve broken free of his influence enough to leave. Perhaps she’d been caught or killed. Or maybe Jerry had given her some job to do elsewhere. Fuck if Peter knew, and fuck if he really cared.
But since then, he’d been stretching himself more and more, acting of his own will. Maybe it wasn’t outright against anything Jerry had told him to do or not do, but certain things were outside of what Jerry would have liked, he knew. Like dumping that half-dead girl on Katherine’s doorstep. Or the local girl he’d just turned.
Her name was Christine. She was about 19, a tiny little blonde thing, who’d been far too easy to lure away from the crowds outside one of the bars in town. And now she was standing in the middle of their lair, being scrutinized by Jerry. Other young vampires, Peter’s siblings, lurked around the outer edges, watching and waiting. Peter himself was leaned against the wall, arms were crossed loosely over his chest, relaxed, but ready to move if he needed to. He was feeling rather pleased with himself. It felt good, being on the opposite end of that sire-childe bond for once. He tugged the proverbial strings and he could make her dance. He wasn’t sure how Jerry would react, but it didn’t really matter. He has this one small triumph at least.