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[ It's the day after Jerry's release from Zero. He can be found around the Barge. Primarily in the dining hall. In the darkest corners. Enjoying an apple or two. Anyone watching close enough will see that he takes plenty of blood rations, but is never seen consuming them.

Elsewhere, he can be seen just watching. Almost anywhere in the areas open to inmates. Especially the darker areas. Never doing anything more sinister than just watching. ]

[ Stiles ]

[ That morning, Stiles will have his MP3 player returned to him. Broken. The largest pieces embedded into the kid's door. The rest scattered across the floor in front of the door. Scratched into the surface was just the word "Friday." ]

[ Allison ]

[ She also gets something embedded into her door. Three arrows, or at least pieces of arrows, that had been left on the floor of Jerry's room. One of which pinned a drawing to the door. Sketched on the back of the sign Stiles had left on his cell door down in Zero. It was a rough sketch of a ghostly banshee, with at twisted wailing face of too many teeth. The hair was wild, brownish red smears. More than likely blood. The arrow is right through where the creature's heart would be. ]

[ Lydia ]

[ She doesn't receive anything. At least not directly. Just something to boost her paranoia. Periodically, when she's alone, she'll see him. Maybe leaning against the wall at the opposite end of the hall. Or walking past. But any time she'd look again, he'd be gone. Just leaving her with glimpses. To remind her that he was watching. ]

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[ He ran his thumb against his fore and middle finger, spreading the blood, his gaze shifting to his fingers for a moment. But hearing that increased heart rate, it slid back, lingering on Stiles' throat, before drifting back up to his face. The faintest hint of a smile forming on Jerry's lips. ]

Balance. Light, dark. Life, death.

[ He let those bloodied fingers drift closer to Stiles' face. Closer to his mouth. ]

Prey.

[ That hint of a smile stretched into something far more obvious. ]

Predator.

Balance requires both.

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[Stiles narrows his eyes as Jerry moves his bloody fingers closer to Stiles' face. It makes him think of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and how in order to turn someone into a vampire they have to drink the vampire's blood and vice versa. He wonders if that's true for Jerry's type of vampire. He tenses at the thought because he sure as hell is not going to be a monster again. And if the guy thinks he's just gonna stick his fingers in Stiles' mouth, he's going to be unhappy with the results.]

I'm aware.

[I've been both, he thinks, though his voice is calm and even when he speaks.]

You know, you might want to get a bandaid. Bleeding all over the place isn't very sanitary.

Balance is neutral. Maybe I'm here to balance against the likes of you.

[ Do-gooders. Always thinking "balance" meant the little innocent creatures got to thrive and overpopulate to their hearts content.

Both hands reached for Stiles. The unbloodied one, going for his shoulder, near to the neck reached out quick, to grip the kid hard. The other, had almost a gentleness to it. Palm resting against Stiles' cheek, bloodied thumb dragging over his lips. That is, if the kid didn't struggle or evade too much. It was really more to get a reaction out of him, than anything else. ]

Maybe.

[He shrugs a shoulder. He knows a little about balance. His whole deal kind of depends on it.

He's not surprised when the vampire grabs him roughly by the shoulder, but his own anger bubbles to the surface and without offering any kind of warning, Stiles bites down hard on the vampire's thumb. How's that for irony? he wonders, one hand shooting out to throw a punch toward the guy's face.]

[ When Stiles bites down, Jerry doesn't so much as flinch. Instead, his face breaks out into a broad smile. Expecting that in a few moments, all the fight would just be gone from the human. But instead, there's a fist flying at his face. He evades it, easily enough. But it means letting go of Stiles.

He looked down at the wound that was slowly healing itself on his thumb. Then back to Stiles. Stiles was human. Why hadn't it worked? ]

[He moves backwards quickly when Jerry lets him go and he spits on the floor, rubbing the sleeve of his flannel shirt over his mouth and fighting back his gag reflex. Gross. He isn't sure what Jerry thinks was going to happen but whatever it is, obviously didn't.]

Starting to get the gist of the picture here, Drac? You don't have all your little vampire tricks on the Barge. Your powers are tamped down.

[ He wiped away the blood on his jeans. Something in his face shifted. A subtle anger that didn't quite manifest into a snarl. But when he spoke, there were four points visible instead of the previous two. ]

I know a few that still work work.

[ He moved forward. Aggressive, but not rushed. And the number of sharp teeth had multiplied again. Overlapping each other, now. ]

[And that is Stiles' cue to get the hell out of dodge as fast as possible. He backs away from Jerry, and lunges toward the door, grabbing the door handle and pulling on it.]

[ At first, it might seem like Jerry was going to just let Stiles get away. His head swiveled to follow the kid's path, but the rest of him was slow to follow. It's when the kid grabs the door handle that Jerry really acts. He's on Stiles' in a heartbeat. A hand on his shoulder. To yank him back away from the door. ]

[He can't scream like Lydia and disable Jerry, but he can yell and he knows his best friend will be there pretty damn fast regardless of where he is on the ship right now. Scott will find him. He might have very little faith in anything else, but he doesn't doubt Scott. He's yanked away from the door and he swings his arm backwards, aiming for Jerry's face with his elbow.]

[ He grabs the arm before it connects, using Stiles' own momentum to get him twisted around. Shoving him hard against one of the machines. ]

[And here he is being manhandled by someone again. Except he knows better than to think this is just for show with Jerry like it always was with Derek. Derek might be a jerk, but under it all he knows they're usually on the same side. Stiles and Jerry are definitely not on the same side at all.]

What exactly do you hope to accomplish here? Cause I have to say -- you are definitely not my type.

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[ Jerry smiled. Most anyone in his position would have been pissed. Or aggressive. Or at least serious. But not him. That smile was nothing but sinister, though. Filled with far too many teeth. ]

No. But you're mine.

[ One hand grabbed for a handful of Stiles' hair. The other for his shoulder. All to exposed the kid's neck. But he wasn't going to give him much of a chance to evade or fight back. Because almost in the same heartbeat, his head snapped forward. Teeth going for Stiles' throat. ]

[The smile is definitely filled with too many teeth. Way too many teeth. Wow this is going to hurt, he thinks, tensing as Jerry yanks his head to the side and he opens his mouth to yell for Scott. But he doesn't, because even as Jerry's teeth sink into his neck, it occurs to him that he has mountain ash in his pocket. The pain is sharp, intense, but Stiles manages to keep his mouth shut, not to scream. If he screams, Scott will come running and this might be the best chance he has to test out his theory.

But he's going to have to get far enough away from Jerry to try it out first. So he grits his teeth and brings his knee up as hard as he can into the vampire's groin.]

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[ He intended to take his time. Drawing this out. So before his teeth made contact, they were reduced to just a single pair of fangs. Better control over the blood flow. He bit down, hard. Taking one, slow swallow at a time. Lips sealed well enough around the wound that only the smallest trickle escaping, dripping onto the machine behind Stiles.

The knee connected. And he didn't so much as flinch. But slowly, he drew back from the bite. Tongue dragging up over the escaping blood. He relinquished his grip, backing up one step. Then two. Hands spread in invitation. ]

You think you can hurt me, guy?

[ He smiled again. His teeth and lips bloodied, showing just the single pair of fangs. ]

[He's breathing hard when Jerry lets him go and he stumbles back against the washing machine. One hand shot to his neck, covering the wound instinctively. His face is paler than before and his heart is beating too fast. And then the taunt. You think you can hurt me, guy? It snaps him back into focus. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand and retrieves a handful of mountain ash he's been carrying around in case he's in a position to test it out. And now he is.

The last time he used mountain ash was on the Mirror Barge. Right after Mirror Scott had killed Mirror Lydia. He doesn't hesitate now the way he hadn't then. He tosses it into the air, watching as it falls down around Jerry in a circle the same way it had Scott. He swallows heavily.]

That all you got? [Okay so it's not smart to taunt a vampire when he doesn't even know that the mountain ash will work, but he's a smartass by nature and can't help himself.]

[ Jerry only watched the dust fall. Smirking. He seemed far more concerned with clearing the blood from his lips as he watched Stiles. Wiping his thumb across it, before licking it off. Gaze not waving.

The dust hadn't even touched him. He glanced down at his shirt, sweeping across the floor, then back to Stiles. He'd missed.

At that taunt, he smiled. And stepped forward. In what would have been an impressive stride. But instead, he just collided with the invisible wall. His hands came up. Pressing against it. It had that same feeling as when he tried to enter a house he hadn't been invited to. Again his gaze turned to the floor. The dust. It made a perfect circle around him. Blocking him in on all sides.

He looked to Stiles. Something tugged at his lips that was neither smile or sneer, but something unsettling. ]

You think this will keep you safe?

[Stiles watches intently, leaning back against the washing machine, body still tense. If the mountain ash doesn't contain Jerry, he's not going to have a choice but to yell for backup. He isn't going to willingly die for no reason when he knows what it'll do to his friends.

But Jerry smiles and steps forward and then promptly stops, looking down at the ash surrounding him.

Gotcha, he thinks, relief washing over him.]

I think it just might. [He moves carefully so as not to disturb the mountain ash circle as he moves around toward the door.]

[ The out of control monster he'd pretended to be in their encounter down in zero was nowhere to be found. Hands against the barrier, he watched Stiles. Dark eyes following every minute movement the kid made.

He didn't look angry. Predatory. Hungry. But no anger. No rage. Just patience. ]

For how long?

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[Before he slips out the door, hand already on his comm to make an announcement about his discovery, he turns and meets Jerry's eyes once more.]

Until I find a more permanent way.

[His words aren't threatening. They're simply matter of fact. And without waiting for a response, he leaves the room, closing the door behind him and leaving Jerry trapped.]

[ Jerry says nothing. Just watching Stiles. With all the quiet, patient hunger of a predator watching it's next meal. He would get out. And he'd find Stiles again.

But for now, he was stuck. ]

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