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Summary: Their plan begins

Chapter IV I: Jump the gun
”You should get some rest now,” Peter advised him, once they were back to the Hard Rock Cafe Hotel, remaining in a rather isolated alley.

“No way. We need the bait and we need it tonight!” Jerry insisted.

“You’ve just chased them, you’ve shocked Charlie enough for tonight, just get some rest, tomorrow you’ll go on with the chasing, as fresh as new!” his pupil acted like a Jiminy cricket.

It was something rare, but it could happen,

“You have to strike while the iron is hot and I don’t need any rest, I’m almost recovered.” the vampire didn’t listen him, as stubborn as a mule.

“It’s that almost that worries me.,” Peter groaned. “You should feed at least from one victim to regain your full strength.”

“Do you think I can’t find someone here in Las Vegas at deep night?” Jerry sneered.

“You won’t go looking for a bloody anything! You’re still as pale as a corpse and you can barely stand. You’ll stay here, I’ll think about… the food.” Peter decided.

He didn’t have to wait for long, because as soon as he approached to the entrance of the hotel, someone called him.

“Hhheeeeeyyy, aren’t ya the little wizaaard who’s on that huge poster!” a man around forty, rather drunk, apostrophised him, pointing at his poster.

“Yep, it’s me,” the illusionist acted affably, although after calling him ‘little wizard’ that man had already signed his own death sentence.

“Let’s taaaake a picture togethaaarrr!” the man decided, framing them in a selfie before Peter could even allow that.

That man was going from bad to worse.

“If you want, I can also give you my autograph, but not here, it’s just too crowded, I don’t want to draw many people’s attention. Come with me,” Peter lured him as the most treacherous of the devils.

The man took the bait, swelling with pride at the thought of bragging with his friends about meeting someone famous. A star.
Any star. He didn’t mind who.

Peter was accustomed to meet his fans, that’s why he always had in his pockets some cards to sign.

“To who do you want me to sign it?” he asks him as he takes the next-to-be victim to the alley, drawing a card and his trusted marker out.

“Oooh, it’s just for me, I’m Karl.” the man replied.

Peter uncorked the marker with his teeth, as they got in the alley.

“To Karl, may the magic be with you…” Peter said out loud what he was writing, while he held in his mouth the marker cap as if it was a cygar.

“Done.Here we go.” he grinned handing the card to him.

“Thaaanks, buddy This niiight had sssshtarted in such a ssshitty way, I haad to leave the casino because I was gooooing to lose even my boxers!” the man slurred, putting the cards in his pocket.
Peter confined himself to glancing coldly at him.

“Guess what? You’re going to lose even your life.” he shrugged.

The man giggled nervously.

“Wh-what?”

“Jerry, he’s all yours!” Peter gave his lover the signal.

A dark figure who had been lurking in the shadows showed up, rushed to the unlucky victim and planted his fangs in his neck, viciously.

As he fed, Jerry opened his eyes, holding eye contact with his lover all time long.
Peter didn’t miss a single instant, he loved seeing his vampire in action.
If Jerry already found exciting when Peter provided victims to him, to be watched by his pupil definitely turned him on.
And probably it was the same to Peter, too.
As soon as he made the man’s lifeless and drained body fall on the ground, Jerry shifted back to his human features, more beautiful than ever, and passed a hand over his mouth, before Peter pulled him closer for a demanding kiss.

“But… love, I’ve just fed, I still taste of human blood,” he grumbled, puzzled, between kisses.

“I know, but since it’s going to become an integral part of my diet, I’d better get already accustomed to that!” Peter chuckled, as he kept kissing him.
Even more turned on, after such cheeky answer, Jerry took charge and smashed Peter against a wall, pressing his body against his, as he kissed him voraciously.

“I still can’t believe that you let me kill a fan of yours.” he murmured against his lips.

“What? Naaaaaah, he wasn’t my fan at all, he didn’t even know my name; he was just searching for famous people, any famous people. I hate that kind of person.” Peter grumbled.
“Even if he was a real fan, it happened after my job, which means violating my privacy. Besides, he was as drunk as hell, who the fuck did he think he was? Me?” he made the vampire laugh, before kissing him once more.

Jerry placed kisses on the corner of his mouth, on his sculpted cheek bone and then he reached his ear.

“Soon, very soon, we will hunt together.” he whispered, sucking his lobe and flicking his tongue inside his ear.

Peter was incredibly horny, both for the gesture and his words.

“My cock is so fucking hard just at the thought!” he growled, kissing him again.

Jerry cupped his crotch, figuring out he was telling the truth and making him moan in approval.

“Oh, my love, let’s try to fix this!” the vampire gazed at him with hungry eyes.

“Wh-what? Do you mean… now? Here?” the human frowned. “What about the kids I have to call? And your weak state?”

“We have time for everything. What weak state? Now I feel as strong as one hundred lions again, let me prove you that!” he sneered, before unfastening his jeans, lowering them together with his slip.

He knelt down, ready to take great care of his pupil with his skillful mouth.

“Shit, Jerry, oh, fffuck!” Peter climaxed quickly, pulling his partner’s hair and Jerry didn’t miss a single drop of his craved reward.

Their sexual tension was still high but the few time they had only brought them to a wild, quick, brutal and romanceless shag in that alley.
They both liked it even that way.

Peter took Jerry to his loft, making himself more comfortable, before establishing the plan with him.

“Please, be warned, I’m supposed to give them as many info and details as possible. True facts, not bollocks! They must be sure they can rely on me, they can trust me, they must figure out I’m helping them, even if I have to say a bit too much.” Peter warned him.

“I totally trust you, love, you know, no matter what you want to say or not to say to them.” Jerry assured him, pulling Peter on his lap and kissing him.

It’s just from that more than comfortable position that Peter made his phone call, waiting for Charlie to answer.

“Hello?”
“I can help you.” he informed the kid, before a certain vampire decided to challenge him with languid kisses on his neck.

- Oh, fuck! - the illusionist was in trouble, but he managed to maintain his self control.

“My place in one hour.” he hung up.

“Damn you, Jerry, do you want them to find out about us?” the human snapped, getting up.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” the vampire purred.
“Luckily, they didn’t notice anything.” the other grumbed.

“You should know that in this robe you’re so impossibly sexy and this could lead us to a second round, shouldn’t you?” Jerry growled, tracing with his fingers the edges of Peter’s very shirt black satin robe that barely covered his thighs.

“Geez, you’ve recovered even too much Now go away, don't let anyone see you and come back just and only when it’s time! Oh, wait, first the whelp has to come here…” Peter recalled their plan.

“Ed. The whelp has a name and you’d better remember it.” Jerry scolded him, he didn’t like when Peter was so disrespectful towards one member of his race.

Even more now that it was about to become their race.
“Whatever, I just keep seeing him as a simple tool.” the younger rolled his eyes.

“Will you be so acid even as a vampire?” Jerry snorted.

“Oh, probably even more, my love!” Peter chuckled, walking hm to the exit.

Not before a quick kiss, before he finally left.

Charlie and Amy arrived with perfect punctuality and Peter welcomed them.

“I’ll tell you what I know but that’s it. Right?” he made the rules, as he prepared probably the twelfth Midori of that night.
“Don’t expect me to join your little scooby gang. Sit down.” he ordered, sitting down as well.

“Whatever you got I’ll take it.” Charlie said affably, but then his eyes fell on the long cut Peter had on his wrist that was barely healing. “What did you do to your wrist?” he questioned him.

- His wrist. His wrist, Charlie, just focus on his wrist, not on his long legs, neither on his microscopic black slip that sometimes he shows with his movements, revealing so much of himself… and you shouldn’t focus on his chest, too, with all those necklace that makes him so exoteric and … nooo, dammit, Charlie, you’re here with Amy, look at Amy! - the teenager tried to control himself.

- Oh, shit. Jerry, that bloody idiot, he forgot to heal my cut! - Peter silently cursed, before resorting to the first acceptable excuse.

“Oooh, d’you mean this scratch? Well, there was a dangerous trick with blades tonight and I didn’t pay enough attention,” he grumbled, shrugging.

“If you go on like this, people will risk their own lives at your shows!” Charlie teased him, now calmer.

“Let’s go back to the main topic. That insignia you showed me. It’s a species that originated in the Mediterranean. They nest in the earth. And they kill slowly. They keep their victims alive for days. Snackers.” Peter explained to the, acting even irritated.
“And they turn everyone?” Charlie grew curios. “They change them into..” he turned to Amy.

“Yeah, I got it.” she gestured with her hand, almost annoyed.

- Geez, I can’t stand this bloody bimbo and her squeaky voice! Why the fuck did Charlie brought her here with him? Oooh, sure, that’s right. Jerry expected him to bring her here… oh well, he knows what to do with her.- Peter mused, grinning and bearing it.

“They’re tribal by nature. He could be trying to turn them all. Replenish his ranks”

- Just wait for him to replenish them with… me!- he daydreamed.

“Look, how do we kill these guys? This tribe?” Amy asked him.
“You two? You don’t.” Peter scoffed, almost humiliating them.

- The Hottie maybe has the proper grit to do it, but you, useless bimbo… you would be corned beef even before trying!-

“It’s a strong breed. You’re going to need an army.” Peter informed them, before, just as planned, his mobile phone rang.

“Hang on. Sorry. Sorry.” he pretended to be surprised.

“Hello!” he snapped, kinda rudely.

“Mr Vincent?” the receptionist downstairs replied.

“Yes!”

“You have a delivery.”

“All right. Send him up.” the owner of the house gave his permission.

“Jennifer, we’ve got a delivery!” he spurred his new assistant.

Before the two guys arrived, Peter had managed to find a worthy substitute for Ginger
Nope. Not worthy. Ginger was unique. No one could challenge him that way, no one was so beautiful.
Jennifer was just a pawn in the warped game of life.

Peter observed the pretty blondie trotting towards the elevator, chirping a joyful “I’m going to get it!”, as she chuckled.

Happy. Remissive. Obedient. And so eager to please him.

- I just hope she won’t mind the un-life!- he pondered, already knowing what was in store for her.

“eBay. I order things late at night when I’ve had a few cocktails . So, yeah, some nice stuff.” Peter explained to his small audience.

Charlie’s senses were at their sharpest.
“Wait a minute. You get deliveries this late?”

“Yeah.” Peter answered so calmly that for a moment even Charlie believed that.

“No.” the illusionist started to getting doubtful. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, shit. No. You said that guy could come in.” Charlie reproached him.

- You may even be sexy, but you’re an idiot! - the boy pondered, disappointed.

(End I)
Notes:
More to come (more original speeches to reverse) in the second part ;)
So do you like this evil Peter? and this confused Charlie? Let me now ;P
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