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Summary: What if Charlie gave up?

"Can you hear it? The beating of your heart?"

I didn't dare move. I felt his presence all around me, baring down and holding me still. I heard my heart. Oh god, I heard it. It was screaming, pounding, bleeding against my ribs as I swayed exhausted on my feet. I felt him draw nearer.

"Loud isn't it? Are you truly that afraid?"

My throat felt dry, the skin raw. I tried to swallow and only a dull itching remained. My calves burned from running. The suit I wore trapped my heat; I felt my sweat cling to the thick rubbery material. It was dark, I noticed as my eyes adjusted some to my surroundings. Although I had broken all the windows it was dark. What time was it?

"You're shaking."

"Shut up." I choked, my voice trying to be strong but coming out in a strangled sort of mew. I cleared it and tried again: "Shut up." Better. Sort of.

"I can smell your blood, Charlie. It has quite a rhythmic flow to it." There was a mocking edge to his tone, a sort of seductive nagging, and I just clenched my fist, my nails itching through the gloves.

"Shut the fuck up." I rasped, my voice growing louder with each throbbing burst of my heart. He laughed then, it was short and deep and it rang through the darkness around me. I felt his hands on me before I had even sensed him draw near, his hand coming up to my throat and his other arm wrapping around the bend in my arms and holding me in place. I didn't have time to be shocked. His breath fanned across my ear, my cheek and side of my neck, and I shivered as I felt him press against me. He was ice cold.

"This is all your fault, you know. Your mother in the hospital, Amy being taken away, Peter fighting alone downstairs…you even killed your best friend." My throat clenched in on itself, my eyes stinging with unshed tears and I instinctively tried to reach my hand up to wipe them away before they had the chance to fall. I found I couldn't even bend my arm thanks to the vampire behind me.

"Wouldn't it feel good to just let go?" He purred, and I felt his teeth scrape against my ear, the sharp point of appearing fangs caressing my skin. "No one will get hurt anymore because of you…no one will have to die." I felt my heart beat slow as he spoke, I felt my grip loosen and I ducked my head, his hand grasping my chin and holding my head in place.

"Everyone will live and move on." He murmured, his lips moving against my now exposed neck, his tongue darting out and licking a hot trail up my jugular. I closed my eyes and breathed in, a deep shallow breath.

"You'll let them go?" I whispered, and I heard footsteps behind us, moving quickly up and out the front door.

"Done." His voice sounded strained, his hands hold on me tightening, and I felt his shallow breaths fan across my skin. He was holding himself back, I could tell, but I didn't know why. It felt as though he would snap at any moment.

"Will it hurt?" At this he laughed a hurried laugh, and it was dripping with desire beyond belief. I saw his dark vermillion eyes staring hungrily up at me.

"Not in the least."

When his teeth broke through the papery toned white of my skin, and his tongue darted across the spilling crimson blood, I felt the most calm and tranquil peace wash over me. I felt myself slipping into oblivion but his voice broke through the void and whispered softly to me:

"Amy was almost as good as you."

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