Whoa! What happened there? What's going down! Is she really married to her uncle?

Oh wait! Sorry, wrong conversation! My bad. But really, is Jerry really becoming a softie for Peter and Charley? Or is he the Master Manipulator? Stay tuned during this next episode to find out more! -Cue fright night theme-

Yea, I'm not going to do that again. Moving on! Happy/Unhappy Valentines Day bitches. I'll be your valentine.

The Truce 9

XX

Peter was stunned by the call from Jerry. Nervous and alert. He sat on the hood of his car as he spun his keys around his finger as he smoked. Looking around while he exhaled a cloud into the night. Wondering what exactly the vampire wanted to talk about.

Glancing at his watch with difficulty to determine the time. Huffing lightly as he dropped his arm, failing to see it clearly. Even with the headlights on.

"Two minutes my ass!" He mumbled to himself and looked at the ground.

He stood up and looked down the dark highway towards Las Vegas. Sticking his tongue out and blew as he turned around and jumped out of his skin. Jerry stood behind him, white as the moon.

"Fuck me! Stop doing that! I swear I'm going to kill you if do that again." Peter scowled as he leaned on his car with a groan of relief. Jerry stood with his arms crossed and grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry. I'll try to stop. But it's what I do." The vampire said slowly. Again, Peter was stunned. He stood up straight and narrowed his eyes slowly.

"You...just apologized. You never apologize. Especially if it's to scare me. Wha-" Peter said slowly and smirked. "Ok, who the fuck are you and where is my scary arch-nemesis vampire bloke?"

"Your such an idiot Peter." Jerry replied with an annoyed look.

"You need a sense of humor. Really Fang. Loosen the fuck up. Can't crack a funny without thinking your going to fucking eat me." Peter said as he finished his smoke and threw it on the road.

"Sorry." Said the vampire, a soft smile on his face.

"Your seriously apologizing! What's gotten into you?" He exhaled and looked at him, noticing the blood on his throat and lips in the dark. His eyes widened and his heart pounded as he stepped a little closer.

"You killed somebody?" He asked shocked.

Jerry blinked then he wiped his lips and looked at his hand briefly. Shaking his head as he made a fist.

"No. It is more difficult than that." Jerry replied as he crossed his arms. "Charley, "

"Charley? What did you do to him?" He asked, suddenly furious and worried.

Jerry stayed quiet for a long time. Thinking on it again before Peter shoved him hard. Getting forced from his thoughts the vampire looked at him and frowned.

"Don't push me Peter."

"Hello? What the fuck did you do? Did you hurt him?" He demanded fearfully.

"I offered to erase his memory of monday. And I told him I was leaving Vegas. I warned him of everything that would happen it. He wanted it, so I did it." Jerry said reluctantly then he sighed. Knowing Peter would understand what he just said.

The magicians face fell blank as he raised his eyebrows. At a loss for words he scratched his head. Shocked that the teen would even allow something so personal to happen. Least of all with Jerry.

"He- Charley actually.. did the whole...thing!" He gawked and motioned his fingers to his throat. "With- with the blood lock and everything?"

Jerry nodded slowly then turned his eyes to the road. Peter made a disappointed scoff then mumbled curses. Turning towards the vampire as he saw how uncharacteristically he seemed. The more he studied the creature he saw that he carried a sudden worry.

"He is ok right?" Peter asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah. He will be fine in the morning. As long as he sleeps he'll be fine." Jerry paused before he frowned and looked at Peter carefully. "Charley needs us. I've seen his whole life and as normal as he acts, he's not alright. The kid is lost otherwise. Which makes my life harder."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Peter asked confused. Jerry could go, so why was he acting like this.

"If your fucking leaving, why are you bothered by this? You can easily forget us."

"If it was that simple. I would." Jerry said as he rolled his eyes.

"I started planning to leave a month ago when I realized that I'm bored when you and that brat are not around. I'm not happy about that. I've never wanted to keep the food around longer."

Peter stared and started laughing hard. Stopping after a minute and tried to keep a straight face. That it just made Jerry upset. The vampire gave him a deadly glare making the magician stare at the ground. Another long silence and Jerry was still brooding, and Peter didn't know what to think.

"Wait...you're serious?" Peter asked nervously, tensing up and breathed out when Jerry didn't answer.

"Well that's just fucking great! You're becoming a bloody softie. I knew it! I fucking knew it" He exclaimed and leaned over laughing at the situation.

"It isn't funny."

"Oh relax Draculina. Of course it is!" Peter laughed again as he stood up and pulled out his flask and opened it. He walked over and sat on the car beside Jerry with another giggle.

"Why is it funny?" Jerry glared at him, watching as the man drank a fair amount before he stopped and let out a burp.

"Because its your own fault! What the hell did you think was going to happen? This is what happens when you don't kill everyone you meet you retard." He said as he looked at him.

"Its called making friends. Your an old man, you do know what friends are, right?" He joked and Jerry scowled.

"I'm going to hit you in the face." The vampire said flatly as he looked at the lights in the far distance.

"No your not. Lighten up for fuck sakes." He said and jerry smiled. "But if it makes your Holy Darkness feel better, then I'm..starting to like you too. I already like Charley, but you? I don't fully trust you but your not so bad when you aren't being scary and murderous."

"Your ok when you're not such a baby." He quipped. Peter snickered.

"But Charley, you didn't hurt him? At all? Does Jane know you did it?" Peter asked seriously.

"No. I didn't hurt him. He will be how he normally is in the morning. He doesn't remember monday. Doesn't remember from when he passed out in your shit hole-"

"Fuck your shit! My house is bloody awesome!" Peter interrupted.

"Yeah, not for me." He shook his head and looked down the highway seeing lights in the distance. "But Charley won't remember that to when he woke up at home. Its not there. So the emotion is gone also."

"I see. And Jane?"

"Scolded me like I was an infant." He growled watching as the car passed by, then laughed to himself and shook his head.

"Now do you see why I try to stay on her good side?" Peter laughed. "But are you going to leave Vegas?"

Jerry looked around and thought about it. Shaking his head again as he stood straight.

"I don't know. I want to, but Charley asked me to stay. I don't want to attach myself with humans. Your emotions are maddening." Jerry said with distaste.

"I just might go. If I can't have my family here then I'll just relocate and have it."

"That's a lie and you fuckin' know it." Peter said and drank more. Jerry blinked at Peter, sounding like Charley.

"You just like numbers. Its not about being the powerful master, your breed.. is a loner breed. You need your numbers otherwise you become purely animals. Rawr! And all that." He said making claw hand and scowled.

"That and your afraid to be alone."

"I should kill you for knowing too much about us. That brain of yours is going to kill you one day." He said threateningly and turned towards him.

"You keep saying that and I doubt you will. Who is going to keep an eye on you if you kill me. Besides, I would probably just taste like Midori." He grinned and didn't move as jerry got closer. He sighed and shook his head standing up.

"Come on Dracula." Peter said as he tossed his keys in the air.

Jerry looked at him then to the car. Narrowing his eyes and tilted his head.

"Oh my god! Relax, I'm not going to do anything. We are going for a beer." Peter said then opened the door and looked at Jerry. Raising a brow slowly as the vampire shook his head laughing.

"I'm not going to fit in your toy."

"Ok fine. You can sit on the roof or find your own way." He said as he sat down. Looking at the vampire again quietly.

"Where?"

"The club in the hotel."

"Very subtle."

"Yeah whatever." Peter said and started the car. Closing the door before driving off.

He let out a breath as he thought about what just happened. If Charley really did the mind wipe, then he was going to be more attached to Jerry, and the same for the vampire. He was glad that the vampire wasn't planning on staying, but he couldn't stop him from leaving or staying either. Peter himself was conflicted on what to say or do. And the only way to deal with it was going to talk about everything without Brewster's knowledge.

This was incredibly stressful. Even more that Jerry was upset about it. This was beginning to be something more than a truce. And there was very little he could comprehend about the situation.

XX

TBC!