Trickle- A Vampire Dricki Fanfic

Chapter Nine- Drake

Sorry for the wait. I'm debating whether to put this in third person POV or leave it as it is. I'm not good at first person. What should I do?

P.S. For those of y'all who are wondering, I've decided that Trey Songz is Charlie, since you haven't really gotten any facial description of him yet. :l

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I wake up in my bed with the covers thrown to the side. I don't recall any of last night's events, oddly, and as I sit up to stretch, I feel a pounding headache coming on slowly. Why? No fucking idea, although I feel oddly satisfied, as if I have nothing to worry about today. I roll out of my bed and head to the bathroom to use the toilet and snag some of Charlie's Advil. After I wash my hands thirty seconds later, I towel them dry, then immediately frown as I stare in the mirror.

There are dried blood stains on the chest of my white shirt.

What in the blue hell?

I raise an eyebrow at my reflection as if it would answer my question, but it just mimics what I do. I sigh and exit the bathroom, forgetting about the Advil.

Charlie is sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes and staring at me with a weird expression.

"Hey, man, did I drink last night?" I ask, rubbing my temples wearily.

Charlie just narrows his dark eyes at me before scoffing. "Yeah, something like that."

I raise an eyebrow, lost. "Uh, okay."

Charlie just rolls his eyes at me and throws the covers off of himself, revealing the clothes from, I assume, yesterday. My eyes catch dried blood caked on the palm of his left hand as he walks past me.

"Hey, what happened?" I ask, worry creeping into my voice. "Who did that?"

"More like 'what'," Charlie retorts, going into the bathroom.

I just narrow my eyes. Is the attitude necessary? "Seriously, man," I tell him through the bathroom door, "you're actin' real strange. Did I do something to you? Steal a girl you was feelin'? What?"

"Maybe I'll tell you later," he spits at me from behind the door. I hear the toilet flush. "If you don't fucking kill me first." The sink begins to run water.

What?

"Now why in the hell would I kill you, Charlie? You're my best friend, even a brother to me."

The door whips open. The angry, hurt look on Charlie's face makes me flinch. I look away shamefully, but Charlie's hand grabs my face and directs my eyes towards his.

"What're you--" Before I can finish, his eyes begin to glow that familiar bright orange.

"You told me you could control it," he whispers harshly, never letting my face go, although I don't try to resist, curious. "You promised. And then you fucked up."

"I don't--"

"Shut up." His eyes narrow, still trained on me. My head is beginning to hurt even more, pain crashing into me as if someone had shoved a knife in back of my head and twisted. "You promised. You can't go around killing innocents. You're letting it control you, Aubrey. You have to fight it."

"Charlie, what the fuck? Stop it, it hurts."

He's putting memories in my mind now, flashbacks of last night, little snippets that flash before my eyes.

I killed someone?

Again?

Charlie roughly let's me go, his face still showcasing that furious look. "You attacked me. Almost killed me."