A quick drabble of Charley's feelings in the club where Jerry takes Amy.

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The music is pounding, some kind of electronic beat. People swarm the dance floor, pressing close, hips grinding together rhythmically. Panic and fear begins to envelope Charley, constricting his throat and making it difficult to breath. The adrenaline courses through his veins and the tension builds so that it feels as if the world is about to collapse on top of him. Only one thought guides him on.

Amy.

Having lost her in the crowd mere seconds before, he feels helpless. The mass of bodies seemingly desperate for physical contact wouldn't budge.

Forcing his voice to work by pushing it from his uncooperative lungs, through his vocal chords, and out his chapped lips, he calls out her name. Once, twice, and then again, straining to make it heard over the nonsensical noise pulsing throughout the air and causing the ground to tremble. Pushing past two particularly forceful dancers, Charley finally manages to break through the closely packed crowd. That is when his eyes find her.

Amy stands off to the side, held in the arms of the vampire, lips entertained by his own.

Charley feels the last pieces of his heart being chipped away as he watched them with disbelieving eyes. A broad-shouldered bouncer with at least a few inches on Charley halts his advancement toward them. Charley pleads for the man's understanding, but he doesn't respond with a shred of sympathy.

Jerry casts a look over his shoulder at Charley then. A cruel smile plays at the dripping lips.

Charley finally becomes irritated with the lack of response and yells before making a move for Jerry and Amy.

The man constricts his arms around Charley, pulling him back. Away from Amy.

Charley screams and writhes fruitlessly in the man's grip. Farther and farther away from Amy he becomes with every passing second.

Jerry clamps down on her neck and Amy falls limp. Charley cries out as the only girl he ever loved is ripped from him.