From a whole new perspective

Chapter IV I: Jump the gun

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.