Well this is the end of the line for this one. Depending if I have enough yay's for a sequel, then I'll write another. With everything I didn't add in this one..

But yes, this is it. Thanks to all you loyal readers! This has turned out to be my most popular hit! Great stuff! Anyways, read on my dearest ones and you tell me if there should be a sequel or not.

The Final

Charley watched Peter quietly as he slowly wiped at his lips. Giving a faint sigh as he reveled in the bliss the Illusionist's blood made him feel as it slowly faded away. He felt bad for doing it again in the same day, but did he tasted more delicious than anything the boy had ever known. It was taking a lot of self restraint to keep from diving in again.

Jerry was busy keeping the other vampires in place as the heaviness of Peter's blood was becoming an overriding smell in the basement. He raised his hand and covered his nose, gazing towards the few that had crept forward with hungry stares. He tilted his head and blinked slowly, he let out a breath as he could feel them in a way.

His hand slowly dropped and he narrowed his eyes suddenly, straightening his back. Not liking the hungry looks they carried.

They stared at him as he did them, measuring one another. They crept forward again as Jerry glanced over, doing nothing as he watched Charley frown slowly.

A frown started to form on the vampire's face as he watched as two creeping towards him suddenly jumped forward, and just as quickly, the boy dropped protectively over Peter's unconscious form and let out a powerfully threatening snarl. Staking his claim on the Illusionist.

Instantly, the other two coward away letting out frightened whines of submission. Everything fell silent in the basement as the snarl echoed briefly. The teen crouching low over Peter as he growled at them, baring his jagged teeth until he was sure they wouldn't come near him again.

That stunned Jerry, even he stepped back a little. Letting out a faint breath as he blinked.

Never once in all his years upon this earth had he ever seen a vampire as young as Charley suddenly have the strength and power to silence everything, even him. He saw that the boy rippled with a power only an elder vampire carried, someone his own age or older.

What was Charley? He wasn't just a vampire now, oh no.

He was so much more. He was more than a human, and more than a vampire. When they left this place, he decided to take him to the only person he knew with possible answers.

Regine.

Jerry turned and moved closer to the boy as he moved off of Peter. Whatever Charley was, he would protect him as best he could. He was a rare creature. He didn't think there had ever been a vampire like him before. And he was his. If others found out about him, it could be very dangerous. For everyone involved.

"He will never forgive us. Peter will probably kill us.." Charley stated as he glanced up at Jerry who stood behind him, watching Peter also in silence.

There was a look he has never seen in those old eyes when he said those words. He swore for a second, he saw regret.

"Of course he will. To be honest.. if I were to die, I prefer it to be by his hand."

Charley watched him for a moment, seeing that his words were true, he himself had to agree with them. It was better to die in the arms of someone you knew and feel some sort of comfort, rather then with someone strange and cold. As morbid as it was, Charley wanted to die by Peter's hand as well. If it ever came down to it, of course.

"How do you feel?" Jerry questioned as he looked down at him, the strange look disappeared from his eyes like it was never there.

"Scared out of my mind. I'm terrified. But I can handle it.. I- I still want more.." Charley answered softly, almost sounding desperate in his last words. His eyes stared longingly at the bite that still trickled thin streams of blood.

Charley felt so strange and yet he didn't. He felt the same but felt completely different than before. This was his body, only it was so much more than it was earlier that day. It was becoming hard to understand it.

Jerry chuckled at him lightly as he knelt down, picking a piece of dirt from the boy's darkened curls as he smiled.

"I know you do Charley. It's not good to have too much at first. It tends to makes one over excited." He said with a casual tone while carefully wiping dirt from the boys face. The teen leaned against his hand briefly with a distant look before he smiled weakly.

"Hyper.. You mean?" He questioned softly.

"Hyper, that's the word. Nothing is worse then a hyper newborn vampire."

Charley looked down and lowered his head with a small chuckle. His eyes slowly trailed back to the limp figure of Peter as he shrugged lightly.

"I can't help it.."

The vampire teen sighed, watching as the magician breathed slowly but heavily. With his new eyes, Peter's skin seemed to be so alive, even with the small amount of blood that flowed through his body. His skin seemed to almost glow with life. Glow with something he himself no longer had.

Taking a small breath in, the boy looked down at his own hands. There was nothing he could see, there was no invisible glow. Just the white hollow gleam of his own dead white skin. His face scrunched slowly in worry.

Jerry watched him quietly and noticed how silent he became as he stared at his hands. His eyes closed tightly for a moment, not liking what was coming.

The fear was setting in. Charley was going to get very violent now that he was seeing the all too real change that happened to him. That he was in fact dead, and never able to return to the living. Reminding him of when he felt the same way, but it was under different circumstances. He didn't get the choice he gave Charley.

"I'm.. Dead.. I'm.. really dead. My skin doesn't look like Peters! Why doesn't it look like Peter's! What have I done.. I'm dead.. I'm dead.." Charley said quickly, his voice cracking in fear as he began to shake.

The realization of this was too much to handle as he clutched his head suddenly and started rocking. Shaking his head as he started making guttural noises. He started to hit himself hard.

Jerry frowned and pulled him closer, holding him tightly as he pressed his lips against the teen's ear as panic took over Charley's mind and caused him to start struggling violently.

"No! Let go! No! Get off!" Charley screamed over and over.

Jerry held tightly as the boy struggled to get away. Bloody tears streamed down Charley's face as he screamed, trying to get free of his grasp. He couldn't understand anything at the moment and it scared him more then anything in his life.

"Charley! Calm down! This was the choice you've made.." Jerry started as he clasped the boys hands together and let out a soothing growl, tightening his arms around him. Charley's struggled slowly ceased, but he still cried out loudly. Rocking him slowly as he started to speak calmly.

"Calm down, it isn't anything to fear. I know it scares you. I was just as scared as you are now, I was even more scared then you are all those centuries ago. Your skin maybe dead, but that's just another change. Flesh of another kind. You can still feel. You are still you, Charley. Only better. Stronger. Eternal. Don't fear it." Jerry said so smoothly against his ear that Charley's eyes glazed over slightly and quieted down. Exhaling quickly between parted lips as the vampire teen's leaned into him slowly.

"Relax.." Jerry kept repeating, until he was completely sure that he had in fact calmed down. Gazing down towards his face slowly after a few minutes, he let go of his hands and slowly wiped the bloody tears from his face lovingly.

"Jerry.. " Charley gazed up at him, his eyes begging for comfort in their reddened glaze, tainted by his inhuman tears. But then he noticed something truly strange.

The bright green in Charley's eyes, was interlaced with a blood red that swam around the edges of the green. His eyes were so very unique. Proving further that Charley was a new breed of earth born vampire. Jerry smiled, stunned by it and was about to speak before he glanced over to Peter suddenly.

The Illusionist started to awaken.

Charley breathed out and pressed into Jerry as he looked away, scared of what was going to happen next. Fearing the negative reaction from his best friend that he knew was coming. Painful regret filled his chest while he lowered his head in a sheepish manner despite his actions. He wanted to laugh suddenly but he kept silent. Unsure why he found this funny.

Groaning weakly, Peter raised his arm towards his neck and uttered faint curses, coughing suddenly from the pain and dryness of his throat. His eyes opened slowly, blinking the dryness away as he looked around. Finding himself still in the basement, laying in the dirt. Slightly disoriented still, he had to think for a minute on what just happened and collect himself.

As his eyes scanned around slowly as they adjusted and he wasn't seeing doubles anymore, Jerry and Charley were not even two feet away from him, he let out a small noise of surprise as Charley turned his eyes towards him. His lips parted as he saw his eyes. Scared of them both now. He had no choice but to trust in Jerry, and that he make sure nothing would happen to him. Which he didn't find very comforting at the moment.

"Fuck me.. God damned fucking snackers..why?" He groaned as he attempted to sit up. "Why is it always me?"

Jerry saw the difficulty he was having and reached over as he took his hand, aiding Peter into sitting position slowly. Their hands held tightly for a moment before letting go.

Peter swayed as he sat there and shut his eyes. A painful ache rolling through his head and slowly spread through his body. Annoying tingles spreading like wildfire over his skin. He hissed in discomfort as his head rolled to the side, pressing a hand lightly to his bitten throat.

Again, he swore faintly as he looked at his hand and felt a sharp sting rippling where the bite was located. His eyes turned to Charley for a moment, then raised to meet the vampire's as an angry feeling started to fill his body.

"Was that really fucking necessary! I'm not a bloody fucking happy meal! Twice in one day!" He snapped at the two of them and held his head, the ache throbbed ruthlessly.

He moaned lightly, being in complete painful discomfort. Charley shut his eyes and said nothing. Jerry sighed faintly.

"Fucking assholes the both of you! You could have killed me. Is that what your fucking plan is? What the fuck!" Peter said with anger and growing worry.

"Peter, shut up. It was an accident. What the hell did you expect hugging a newborn?" Jerry lied and looked down at Charley. More bloody tears spilled from his eyes.

"Do you not see the guilt and regret he is feeling? Your anger is only going to make it worse for him. Enough." The vampire continued in a calm but strong voice.

"Good! Best mates or not, you don't fucking eat your friends! I'm not a god damned buffet table." Peter snapped again and glared hatefully for a moment, then sighed in weariness.

"Peter! That is enough!" Jerry snapped sharply with a growl within his voice.

The Magician jumped suddenly at the sound, making him hold his breath and keep his eyes on Jerry. He looked at the boy and he could see Jerry was right. Instantly making him feel bad for lashing out like he did. Scowling at himself as he looked down.

Hating being torn between wanting to shout and scream his outrage and wanting to say that it wasn't his fault, when it really was. His true friends had turned on him, and he wasn't sure what to feel. But he knew that he had to stay calm, or at least try to be.

"Shit.. Charley.." Peter started and couldn't think of what to say. He was beyond furious, but he couldn't get angry at him. It wasn't his fault, was it? He didn't know anymore, but the look on the boy's face made him silent. The fucking kid was smiling, and his frighteningly inviting green and red eyes didn't help at all.

"I'm sorry Peter." Charley said faintly, trying to keep himself from launching at him again. Thinking that if Peter was moving, he could drink from him once more. Not caring about the consequences anymore. But he remained still.

"If it makes any difference.. Your the most delicious thing I've ever tasted." He added in his usual soft tone.

Peter stared at him in frightened disbelief, his mouth hanging open as he made a small sound. Jerry started laughing and the teen's smile grew. Charley had indeed changed, not only physically but now mentally. He could instantly see how much of a predator the boy had become by the carefree and calculating stare he was getting.

"Uh.. Wow. Okay.. What the fuck.. I don't know if I should feel complimented or disgusted, Charley.." Peter said with a small shake of his head. Finding the boy to be disturbing now. He wanted to get the hell out of there now more then ever.

Peter signaled that he was alright with a small grin even though he really wasn't, he slowly moved his legs towards himself preparing to get up. That made Charley feel a little better, knowing Peter was scared. He didn't blame him.

"Can you get me the fuck out of here now, please? I'm starting to feel like I belong down here with you two assholes.." He said as he slowly stood up with difficulty, looking towards Jerry with growing exhaustion.

Peter was feeling slightly different then before. Unsure what it was he was feeling, he didn't say anything. But where he should have felt the agonizing burn of a bite, he was feeling a numb iciness that almost seemed like faint waves vanishing into his veins.

Figuring that it was just hurting so bad was the logical reason for the sensation. But even then.. Jerry's other vampires had bitten him before and he didn't feel that as an after effect. That time hurt like a bitch, but it didn't feel like this.

Jerry chuckled and slowly got to his feet with a nod, pulling the boy up with him in a fluid motion. The vampire whispered something into the boy's ear, whatever he whispered made the teen change composure. Going from silent and guilt stricken, to being excited.

Charley was the first to exit the basement, finding it easy to make himself defy gravity like Jerry did all the time. Remembering what he told him the other day. 'Gravity has no hold over me' was Charley's constant thought, believing it with everything he could. He could instantly feel that whatever made him the vampire, was fighting against the physics of nature and making him lighter then air. Slipping through the trap door as he jumped easily up and through the hole, he turned around and looked down as he bounced lightly in anticipation, waiting for Jerry and Peter to come up.

Once the vampire brought Peter out of the basement, the Magician looked as though he was going to be gravely ill. Charley shuffled back as he had a hand against his mouth, leaning over as he smiled. Watching Peter for a moment as concern swept over him.

"You going to be ok Peter?" Charley asked with curiosity, then straightened as he looked away with a small sheepish face. Peter gave him the finger in response as he leaned against the wall.

"Fuck you.. Baby Dracula." He breathed and used the wall for support. "I feel like I'm going to die.. Not really.. I don't feel right.. Put me out of my fucking misery!"

"Oh shut up Peter." Jerry said while he closed the trap door slowly and smiled at Peter, finding him to be exactly how he normally would be. Peter would be alright once he got a good long sleep.

"Mmm. Good idea.. Take me home asshole." Peter said slowly and straightened out.

"No. I'm not driving your toy car. Charley isn't either. I don't have a vehicle right now either. So you can sleep in the bedroom. You don't get a choice." He stated and put an arm underneath Peter's shoulders, slowly lifting his weight and started taking him out of the room.

Charley moved ahead and opened the panel quickly. Rushing out of the closet so quickly that the doors bounces a little against the wall. Jerry and Peter glance at each other as Charley uttered an apology and stood still.

"Don't look at me.. That's all Charley." Jerry said with a shake of his head while dropping his gaze for a minute as he brought him out of the secret area.

"I feel funny.." Peter finally said, getting worried about the strangeness surrounding his throat. Jerry and Charley looked at him and didn't say anything.

Both sharing the same smirk of disbelief. They both thought it was just Peter be overly dramatic like he sometimes is. Jerry carefully laid the magician on the messy and somewhat damaged bed, Peter in his own predicament didn't notice a thing.

Charley crossed his arms slowly as he made a small whine of longing as he stared at Peter. A hand going against his mouth again as he kept from going to close to him, feeling a hot burning need grow in the pit of his gut and spread.

Jerry gazed over towards him and saw that he really did need more blood. Drawing in a breath, he turned his attention to Peter again. Touching the side of his face carefully as he leaned a little closer.

"Go to sleep. You'll feel better later." The vampire said slowly.

"Can't.. I'm too freaked out. I want too but I can't." Peter replied in honesty as he closed his eyes.

"I can make you sleep if you want. But you know what that entitles.." Jerry offered.

Peter slowly opened his eye and gazed at Jerry, too tired and exhausted to put up a fight over anything. He nodded slowly and closed his eyes again. Jerry leaned over and grasped the sides of Peter's head carefully as he bit into his tongue and pressed his lips against the Magician's, who's lips parted in shock.

Instantly the Illusionist relaxed and allowed the vampire's bleeding tongue to invade his mouth. Feeling the strange fire fill his veins within a second of tasting the vile blood, making him crave more as his weak hands grabbed as tightly as they could onto the vampire. Jerry was impressed by the viciousness Peter displayed as he felt the man's teeth start scraping for the blood that stopped flowing. His weak hands clinging desperately to his arms as he pulled his head away. Grinning at the dazed but starving expression as he licked at his lips.

"You didn't have to kiss me, you fucker.." Peter breathed.

"You loved it. Charley was right.. Your delicious." Jerry teased as he laid the Magician's head back.

"Yeah.." Peter smiled then fell silent and limp as Jerry whispered the word sleep.

Charley crept forward slowly and watched as Peter slept within a deep, powerful state. Turning to look at him slowly, Jerry nodded and moved towards the stairs. A dangerous smile started to spread on his face as they exited the house as quietly as they could and disappeared off the street.

The vampire boy stood beside Jerry beneath a large tree, carefully staying quiet and out of sight in the shadows. Both vampires watching a small group of teens from the boy's school that consisted mainly of the well known jerks that he wasn't too fond of.

Charley's idea of course.

There were five of them, including the intended victim. They all sat there at a bench completely unaware of the creatures not far from where they were as they laughed and passed around a joint and cigarettes.

The vampire teen was getting anxious just standing and waiting, but knew that nothing could happen until Jerry said otherwise. Which was more than fine with him. He wasn't even sure what to do to begin with. Since he didn't fully understand all the new changes within himself, he knew he needed guidance. Through the fear and the confusion he constantly felt, all Charley wanted to do was make the bastard beg for his life.

He just wanted to make Mark pay for all his wrong doings against himself. Maybe even for the wrong against Adam and Ed too. They would have wanted it.

"Why exactly are you going to kill him, Charley? If it's a dumb little revenge plot, well.. then that is a stupidly perfect reason." The older vampire chuckled as he leaned his arm against the tree, smelling the air slowly. Charley twitched with a breath, being startled from his heavy thoughts. He wasn't sure if he should if felt amused or stunned.

"How do you want to do it?" Jerry asked curiously. Wanting to know what sort of vengeance his Childe wanted to commit. Just how ruthless was his companion becoming? Jerry wanted to see the teen's darkness be unleashed in all its vicious glory.

Charley looked up at him slowly as he thought about it more carefully. He couldn't make it obvious that it was him who did it when they found Mark. Or could he? He was leaving anyways and probably never coming back. So it wouldn't really matter if they knew he did it or not. Charley bit his lip in deep thought.

He could let go of everything and use Mark as the excuse. Remembering all the times he had been relentlessly tormented for the last six years began to fuel the blood hungry thoughts.

"I want to scare him. Really scare him. Then I want to kill him." He said slowly, not sure if it was really his own words he was using. He had never talked like this before, but he meant what he said. He didn't have to worry about anything anymore.

"Bully the bully huh.." Jerry said slowly then chuckled.

"Sounds fun. You're going to have to separate them though.. Its easier to pick them off when they separate, most of the time you have to be quick and don't waste any time. It always depends on where you are, or who is there. Things like that, little things most don't think of. You have to see where you are and take everything in before you can make a move. But since we are in a park, and its shortly after midnight.. I think if you keep the screams to a minimum, you can have your vengeance Charley. Just remember that you have five times the strength you had before. Everything you felt before as a half breed is much more incredible now. So it will be easy to misjudge yourself if you don't be mindful." The vampire said slowly, taking the time to explain and teach the boy while his eyes stared hungrily ahead.

Charley didn't say anything as he listened, hanging onto every word to carefully absorb the information. That was a helpful bit of information too. He had never considered why Jerry was so skilled, but now he knew that he saw everything before anyone else could. Predicting outcomes before they happen.

"Maybe get them to run away... Make Mark go a different direction.." Charley started, then stopped. "No.. That would be too easy. I don't know."

"How's your acting?" Jerry asked suddenly.

"Huh? My acting?" Charley asked, looking at him in a confused manner. Jerry glanced at him and chuckled softly. Touching the back of the boy's head slowly then dropped his arm.

"I have an idea. But if its going to work, you have to sell it." Jerry said as his arm dropped from resting against the tree to his side.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm thinking.. A little along the lines of a horror movie. Friends in a park having fun, scream in the distance, they go investigate, your laying on the ground, they go 'oh god what do we do?'.. And well, you can go from there on your own." Jerry suggested with a mischievous grin and a small shrug, Charley chuckled when he faked the scared voice.

"But its just an idea."

"Its a really good idea. Let's do it." Charley said with growing excitement.

Jerry stepped back from the tree slowly and turned away. The teen followed after without a sound, slowly glanced back towards the group with a growing smile. The vampires moved quickly and stopped a little ways away from where Mark and the others were.

"Lay on your stomach and scream. Make them turn you over.. Cut the side of your neck for effect if you want. Just don't cut too deep otherwise you'll bleed out. Your healing has slowed down because the human side is dead and your body is still changing." Jerry said as the ideas popped into his head and cautioned as he looked around again. A grin fell on his face as he gazed down at Charley, who was already laying on the ground carefully cutting his neck and smeared the blood a little.

"Your just going to stand there?" The teen looked up and blinked, narrowing his eyes at Jerry as he licked his fingers. Finding that his own blood was strangely alive in a way. It wasn't like Peter's. It wasn't hot and so soothing, it was cooler and unusually alive.

"Stop eating yourself and scream already. I want to see this." The vampire stated quickly with an devious smile.

Charley laughed lightly with a small shake of his head, then drew in a breath. Giving him a wicked grin before slamming his eyes shut and parting his lips, he let out a loud, painful scream that echoed for a moment. Jerry winced lightly, then laughed at how real it seemed.

"I don't think that was loud enough." He teased as he looked to where he expected them to show up.

"No.. I don't think it w-"

"Lay down.. They are coming." Jerry said as he stepped back and vanished from sight.

Charley dropped down quickly and laid still, suddenly trembling with excitement. He could hear foot steps growing much closer, and the sound of startled voices. He shut his eyes and forced himself not to make a sound or even move. All he could smell now was them. All five of them, getting closer and closer.

"Dude.. Is that a person?"

"No, its a fucking deer Tyler."

"Is he ok? We should call an ambulance.."

"Who is it? Do you think its anyone we know?"

"Is he dead? Holy fuck, he's bleeding on his neck man! Roll him over!"

Charley felt a warm hand grasp his shoulder and rolled him over onto his back. Making sure he stayed limp, he allowed them too. He heard them all gasp loudly in unison, it was getting harder for the vampire boy to keep playing dead. Clenching his jaw slowly, trying his hardest not to smile.

"That's Charley.."

"Holy shit!"

"What the fuck!"

"Is he dead? Check if he is dead!"

As he felt a hand come near, he wasn't sure what to do next as he felt the hand press against his throat. Sticking to Jerry's idea to play a horror movie, he opened his eyes and gasped in loudly. They screamed as he moved, and Charley did too. Scurrying away from them as he played the victim, acting scared beyond all reasoning. They called out his name and tried to calm him down. He put a blank stare on and looked around slowly, breathing frantically as he pretended to slowly realize who they were. he touched his neck and slowly stood up, staggering slightly as he made frightened noises as he looked at his hand.

Jerry watched with silent laughter from the patch of trees a short distance away, the smile on his face didn't fade at all. Finding this to be exactly out of a horror movie, or he assumed. It was perfect. And could Charley ever play his part. He was flawless in his fear, his motions and expressions seemed so real, making him look down in mild guilt. Charley knew how to display those actions so well because of him, he taught him out to fear everything. Looking up slowly, he figured that this was his way of repaying for the damaged he caused. He made him into something that wouldn't be scared of anything, and if he did, he was going to be safe no matter what. He smiled slowly as he paid attention again.

The group of teens all watched Charley with worry and fear, unsure what was going on or what had happened. They tried to understand what he was saying but he said it too quickly for them to understand. Not to mention how he kept staring at his hand and looked as though he was going to eat it. Charley watched his hand slowly, then faked being in sudden pain as he dropped to his knees. He moaned lightly as he gripped the damp grass. Mark stared wearily at the kneeling figure, remembering what happened earlier that day made him stay back. Two started to move forward as Mark stopped them and gave them a scared look.

"No! D-dont go near him.." He said quickly and they looked at him funny. "No! Im fucking serious! Didn't you see him earlier today?"

Charley raised his head and looked at Mark with his unnatural green red eyes, giving him a small glare then he started laughing. They all turned towards him slowly with nervous looks as they slowly stepped back. They stared at his eyes that almost seemed to be glowing, but weren't. He started licking his and as he slowly turned his head.

"I'm sorry.. I can't do it. I just about lost it already.." Charley said as he looked towards Jerry, who slowly emerged from the shadows with a disappointed look. Charley looked back at them slowly as he giggled and got to his feet slowly. "You guys.. You're funny."

"How very disappointing Charley.. I was expecting to be entertained." Jerry said then sighed, glancing at the group of confused and frightened teens. They didn't know where the hell he came from, but they didn't want to be around here anymore. They started backing away slowly.

"I said I was sorry.." Charley answered a little sadly, giving Jerry a small look.

"Don't worry about it." He replied with a wave of his hand. "What do you want to do now? Do you still want Mark?"

"Oh you have no idea.." Charley said slowly, his strange eyes slowly started to bleed black as he smiled. His teeth slowly grew to fangs as he giggled menacingly.

"Very well..." Jerry said as he slowly turned around, his features changing as well, only Jerry went a step further as the soft sounds of cracking and shifting bone filled the air followed by low, deep and powerful growls. They started backing away even quicker as Charley laughed.

"Mark! Wait... I just want to play!" He said in a pleading manner, a moment later, the vampires took off after them with loud snarls.

THE END!

AHH! I DID IT AGAIN! HOLY SHIT! I want reviews.. and I want them now. I must know if you guys want more or not.