I was listening to that song 'Fiction- Avenged Sevenfold' and also 'Running Up That Hill- Placebo' Gave me insight. Lol jk but the feel of the songs helped quiet a bit in writing what happens with Charley in this one.
Anyways, thanks so much for reading this and leaving reviews. Devoted readers. You know who you iz. -wink- Yeah, I'll quit talking like that.
The Truce 25
Charley's eyes opened slowly as his alarm screamed over and over in an irritating beep. Drawing him out of the short but deep sleep. Groaning lightly as he reached over and shut it off as his eyes blinked a few times then yawned. His mind going over last nights events as he put his arm over his head slowly.
After learning how to control his hearing at the club and stupidly gorging himself on the vampires blood, he was the one who made the first move. He was the one that started the hot, bloody kiss with the vampire. And was nearly strangled in the process.
But he didn't really care, in all honesty.
He didn't regret his actions either. He was just unsure why the vampire seemed sad about it, like he didn't want this to happen. But did nothing to prevent it. Charley was unsure himself.
When Jerry brought him to the front door of the teens home, he stopped him for a moment and wanted to show him something he rarely ever did. Curious to what it was, Charley stopped and raised an eyebrow while watching as the vampire turned his eyes to the light above the door and his eyes went black. Taking a slow breath Jerry narrowed his eyes slowly. The light dimmed suddenly and went out.
His face fell seeing what just happened, disbelieving that it was caused by the creature. Charley was astonished as they were eaten by the shadows. He was about to question what that was before he had been shoved against the side of the house and had his lips hungrily devoured once more. The vampire held his head tenderly and kissed him till the teen's lips were sore and was out of breath. As unethical as it was, neither of them did anything to stop it, clinging to one another. How Jerry had nuzzled into him and growled in a manner Charley had never heard. It made his breath falter in a frightened manner but he wasn't afraid, even just remembering it caused the same reaction.
"No one is going to like this." Jerry stated pressing his forehead against the teen's with a saddened sigh before he reluctantly moved away and vanished. Leaving a heavily breathing, red cheeked Charley alone on the front steps as the light turned back on.
Slowly sitting up, he frowned to himself as he looked around the room. Jerry was right about that. When his mother or even Peter finds out about this, it wasn't going to be an easy subject to discuss. But he didn't know exactly what was going on with him and the vampire anyways. Charley took a breath and climbed out of bed with a groan as he looked at the time. It was only quarter after seven in the morning.
Wondering if he should call Peter and question him about his sudden need to take his mother to dinner came across his mind. It would be a fun wake up call. He found it hilarious that Peter did that, but didn't really mind either. He could trust the crazy man.
Deciding against it for now, he changed into cleaner clothes and went downstairs, trying not to get himself worked up over last night. He went to the kitchen and made himself a quick breakfast of Rice Crispies. Eating the bowl of cereal lazily at the kitchen counter while checking his phone for any missed messages when he stopped and looked at the date. Giving a small groan as he stared at it.
Completely forgetting that tomorrow, of all things, was his mothers birthday.
He blinked slowly. How could he forget that! Well, a lot had happened lately so he would forget about normal things like this. Normal. What was normal for him anymore?
Charley couldn't help but grin as he moved to the living room, bowl in hand. Brainstorming what to do for her tomorrow. He frowned slowly in thought. What exactly could he do for her? Flowers, birthday card, cake? Something else. He smiled suddenly, finding an idea.
He searched for the vampire expert's number quickly, calling and waited for the man to answer. It wasn't a very long wait before he heard a groan and what sounded like a hello.
"Wake up. I have an important task for you!" He said through a mouthful of Rice Crispies.
"Wha? Brewster, you shit nugget. Why are you calling so fucking early? Its not even seven thirty!" The man whined desperately before swearing faintly. Charley rolled his eyes hearing a faint comment about him.
"Don't call me that, assface. And some people are awake at times like this. Shocker, I know, but seriously. Oh, and I know you asked mom to dinner. She told me." Charley said with a grin. It went dead silent on the phone.
"Peter? You still there?" Arched a brow, wondering if he hung up on him.
"Uh...I have no idea what your talking about Charley Boy." He stated dumbly. Which only confirmed that he did ask Jane. Charley snorted a laugh.
The perfect idea suddenly dawn on him. When they weren't picking on each other, or if Peter wasn't drunk, he and his mother got along great. And he wasn't sure if his mom had even gone on a date in the last few years, so he was going to make Peter take her out. Or try too.
"Well, your a fucking dick for not even mentioning you have the hots for my mom by the way." Charley said calmly and ate more of the cereal. Smirking as Peter was quiet a moment.
"Uhh... Am I in trouble or something? Cause if I am, in my defense I meant it." He stated with what sounded like a worried breath.
"Not yet. But that's not why I called." He mumbled, setting the spoon down in the bowl and chewed quickly.
"You chew like a damn behemoth! Giant elephant mouth. At least move the bloody phone!" Peter said in a teasing tone. The teen made a noise to say yes and held the device away for a moment.
"Okay."
"Why in the bloody fuck did you call so god damned early?" Peter snapped suddenly. The teen laughed lightly, swallowing the contents in his mouth before continuing.
"Do you still want that dinner date?" He questioned seriously after a moment. Going straight to the point.
"Uh.. Is this a trick?" The sleepy magician asked suspiciously.
"Yes or no Pete."
"Are you going to have a tantrum if I say yes?" Peter sounded cautious, but interested.
"As long as you don't start trying to be my daddy and boss me around, I don't care. Dude come on, its just dinner." He said with an eye roll.
"Well then in that case, yes. Yes I would." He said sounding slightly more awake.
"Good. You can have it tomorrow."
"Little short notice don't you think?" Peter said with a small scoff.
"Tomorrow is her birthday. I want you to do something awesome. Nothing over the top, or too Vegas-y. That means no leather, shave your damn face and look pretty for my mom. Take her to dinner and don't get drunk. Or be an asshole. Or a pervert. And stay out of her pants. Or I will kick your ass." The teen explained sternly.
"Yeah, sure."
"Swear it Peter!" Charley urged.
"Alright, alright. Fuck sakes, I swear on anything holy and unholy that I'll stay the hell out of your mum's knickers. Happy?" He said with a groan.
"Ok. Good enough for me."
"Anything else your Majesty?" Peter questioned with a laugh.
"Yeah, one more thing... Totally off topic." He paused, unsure if he should tell Peter last nights events. Worried about his reaction, but needed to vocalize it to someone he trusted.
"What's that, amigo?" Peter sounded even more interested.
"Uh.. Well, I uh. I kind of made out with Jerry... After he taught me how to control my hearing, I was the one who did it. And I didn't stop." He said as calm as he could, a heavy nervous feeling crept over his skin. Again it was silent, this time it was a long quiet silence.
"Interesting." Peter said slowly after a few minutes.
"That's all you're going to say?" Charley asked, a frown dropped onto his features. He figured him to freak out seriously rank.
"Yep. Well I knew this was going to bloody happen. I didn't think it would have taken this fucking long though. As soon as Fang told me you two did the blood lock, I figured it was only a matter of time before one of you dummies stepped over the line." Peter stated with a yawn and a deep groan. Charley blinked and looked at the phone.
"What?" Charley asked, shocked at how unsurprised Peter sounded.
"Yeah. Let me explain or try too. A blood lock is something that rarely happens between a vampire and a human, its like.. uh.. Kind of like making an unbreakable pact. That's an extremely dangerous thing. A vampire would never offer it unless he or she thinks that it was a last resort. And because Jerry originated from the earth tribe, the mind is connected to the blood for them. They don't do the lock unless the vampire has complete trust and love for the other party. In this case, you. So once his blood was in your system, he could get into your mind. And you the same. They never do that. Ever. Reveals too many secrets. I've only ever read of maybe three accounts of it in the last six hundred years." Peter paused to let it sink in.
"So, basically, Fang wants what's best for you, but will refuse to let you go. The bad ass vampire is being tamed by a teenager. Kind of romantic. In a twisted morbid way..." Peter explained tiredly, refraning from swearing since this was a serious subject. Charley clung to his every word, grinning at what he said but it frightened him at the same time.
"If you want my opinion, don't pursue this Charley. It will only end in misery or worse for one of you. Most likely him. Reason being, you can't be turned. This is as close to a forever as your going to get with him. And its only temporary. Found out a bunch of info about what is happening to you. But I can't remember right now." Peter cautioned and chose his words carefully. Charley understood the sadness Jerry displayed now, it made a lump form in his throat. He was unable to say anything.
"Well...what do I do?" Charley asked softly, setting the bowl on the table slowly. A sadness of his own started as he thought about it more carefully.
"That's up to you, buddy. He probably already showed that it shouldn't happen. Did he?" Peter inquired carefully.
"Yeah...I suppose he did. Jerry.. he almost looked as though he was scared to let go of me." Charley said slowly, thinking back to last night. How the vampire had held his face so carefully and avoided his eyes before he left.
"Probably because he is. Don't tell him I said that or I'm in trouble. Just do what you think is right Charley. Your a smart kid, you will know what to do when the time comes. Look how far that brain of yours has gotten you." Peter advised with honestly.
Charley was unsure if he was really talking to Peter Vincent. This was the longest conversation where he hadn't been swearing every other word, or been rude. Or anything Peter Vincent would say or do. But what he said made sense and he valued it greatly. It was very detailed and helped him understand a little more.
"Your freaking me out dude. With your lack of swears and high levels of surprisingly helpful advice." Charley stated then chuckled.
"Scary isn't it. I'm trying to keep it clean, but its so hard to do! So in which case; fuck, cunt, ass, tits, penis, nipples and cocksucking moon fry!" Peter said with a shout, making Charley pull the phone away and burst out laughing.
"There. I think I've made up for the lack of vulgarity. And your welcome by the way." Peter said happily as Charley put the phone back to his head and kept laughing. It was Peter all right. A smart side rarely saw, but really liked when it did.
"Oh my god. I'm never calling you this early again unless I HAVE too. Your nuts." The teen stated as he laughed still.
"You love it, and I'd appreciate it very fucking much. Ok, bye bye Baby Vamp! This fucking prick needs to sleep some more. Call me later. At some point. Eventually. Take your time." Peter said cheerfully and yawned again.
"Yeah, I'll call after I'm done school. And don't tell mom anything I said to you." He replied then hung up.
"Oh god, the people I associate myself with." He laughed to himself and looked up slowly towards the clock. That phone call was longer than he thought. He jumped up and got ready to leave. Not wanting to be late, he figured he would leave now.
After collecting what he needed, he rushed out the front door. Stopping when he made sure that he was ready, and that everything was in check as he shoved ear buds into his head and selected the music for his walk. Squinting as the morning light burned his eyes. Once his music was selected he locked the door and began his trek to school.
With everything Peter had said, Charley really felt as though there was something missing. Something that was over looked, or forgotten. Or simply wasn't mentioned.
Keeping his hands in his pockets since there wasn't any other way to hide his small claws. His mind raced as he thought about things that had happened with the vampire and himself in the last two weeks alone. And as he thought about it, he came to realize that HE wasn't going to be able to let the vampire go. He and the vampire were in the same situation.
Charley realized how much he cared for him. Even with all the cruel evil things he had done to him. The vampire was his friend, his brother, and now he was something much more. All the times his heart raced, wasn't because of fear. It was a scared excitement whenever the Jerry was close to him.
Biting his lip as he lowered his head. The lump in his throat came back as he tried to breath. Finding that deep down, below the denial and fear, was a growing love.
Charley Brewster was falling for the devil.
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