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The Truce 28

"I feel really bad for doing this to him. Oh god, I feel like I'm on fire." Charley said as he took a slow breath, feeling sick once again.

He started to swallow frequently as he mouth watered, his throat clenching and unclenching slowly. The teen let out a small moan. An irritating burning sensation ran beneath his skin.

"I know it hurts. But keep it inside you for as long as you can. This was your idea as much as mine, so why are you getting cold feet?" Jerry said in a low voice as he carefully put a hand on the back of the teen's neck. A quiet look was on his face as he watched the boy, a longing need growing in his eyes.

"It's Peter though. It's really mean to do this to him. It doesn't feel right to lie to him or do..this! The hell was I thinking.." He said chuckled and scowled in disappointment. Ashamed for even coming up with the idea in the first place.

"Good point. Pitiful little Peter. Do you want to rid yourself of this or not? This will burn it up a lot faster than waiting it out." He replied making a point, a dark but truthful one. Jerry leaned closer to the counter, and pulled the teen forward to the edge.

Charley closed his eyes and covered his mouth suddenly. His stomach clenching painfully again causing the teen to gag and cough. The vampire chuckled quickly and patted his back, muttering for him to just breath. Slowly Charley breathed the feeling away for a few moments, he leaned against Jerry and gave a shake of his head. Hooking his hand onto the pale white arm as he groaned faintly.

He took long slow breaths and looked up at the vampire, blinking at the closeness of their faces. Trying to ignore the hands that cradled him as his heart started to race quickly. Jerry smirked slowly at how innocent he looked, even with the sticky, red tinted mouth. He seemed fragile and so very innocent.

"I did something really bad... Really fucking stupid." He said faintly, looking away. Jerry tilted his head and gave a questioning stare.

"You attacked Mark. That isn't so bad." He said with a smug grin, raising his hand to the teens chin and forced eye contact. His face leaned closer and bit the teens lip with a faint purr.

"Should have taken him Charley." He said with a hungry sound. Making the teen feel a hot tickle build up in his gut as he let out a small breath. Hating how that tone made his actions falter in a inviting manner. He blinked slowly.

"It happened.. in front of everybody." Charley said with fearful reluctance.

Jerry blinked for a moment. Hearing that didn't sit well with him. He slowly started to scowl as he fell silent. The teen froze instantly and sealed his lips as he feared the worst.

"How many." He demanded flatly as he dropped his hand. His loving persona vanished instantly, turning to a cold and dangerous aura.

"A lot." The teen replied weakly, wanting to look away from him but was too afraid, sensing he was becoming very angry. He took a quick breath just before Jerry grabbed his throat and let out a low growl.

His eyes turned nearly black as he let out a tiny breath, pulling Charley up off the counter with a small scowl. The teen grabbed hold of the vampires arm while holding his breath as he felt the strong fingers starting to squeeze his windpipe.

Grimacing slightly as he tried not to show how painful this was becoming, he stared fearfully at the vampire who only carried a furious stare directed at him. Charley tried his best to remain calm but he wasn't going to be able to hold his breath for much longer, and Jerry didn't seem to want to let go. The vampire smiled slowly and narrowed his eyes. Charley exhaled and winced as he couldn't gain anymore air, getting very nervous. Pleading with his eyes to be let go as he started trying to pry the hand away, his mouth opening his mouth as he gagged for air.

"Idiot child." He said and took a long deep breath and let go.

Charley gasped loudly as the air rushed back into his chest, trying hard not to cough or really show he was suffering as he cried in silent fear. Too rigid to show anything else while watching the fury slowly vanish from the dark eyes and the gentleness returned.

"Ow.." Charley whispered.

"You're destroying everything for yourself like a stupid little boy. If you get anymore careless, you won't have anything to go back too, Charley." He continued as he closed his eyes, holding the boys head carefully and pressed their foreheads together. Giving a saddened sigh of his own much to Charley's confusion.

"It was going to happen anyways.." Charley countered, closing his eyes as he let out a breath. Suddenly figuring that by even setting the truce in the first place, he doomed himself for this to happen. Maddening confusion filled his head as the tears fell again.

"Stop crying so much. It's pathetic." The vampire said softly then chuckled at he pressed his lips to the teen's again, tasting the saltiness of the tears. Charley pulled his head back and glared as Jerry gave him a small silent stare. His dark eyes seemed glazed, seemed on the verge of tears but refused to let them fall.

"I'll cry if I want too. Least I still can with meaning." He said bluntly then looked away, a small grin on his face. Making him look boyishly innocent.

"Oh, that's a false accusation. I cry with meaning. Sometimes... But not the same way you do. If I were to really cry, my tears would soon turn to blood. You need to be alive to cry tears." Jerry said teasingly, glancing to the side and a distant look fell onto his face.

Charley dropped his forehead onto the vampires shoulder, his throat and body ached with a fury, he began to tremble with a small look of discomfort.

It fell completely silent once more. Charley's eyes studied the small silver pendant resting on the large sculpted chest, swallowing slowly as he wanted to sleep.

"Are you still leaving?" The teen questioned with a faint whisper. Not wanting to break the silence too much and to keep himself awake.

"Yes." He growled. "But you've destroyed my plans yet again Boy."

"How?" Charley frowned and stared at the floor. Noticing as his mind wandered, that Jerry smelled like a strong but delicious mixture of earth and something else. Unsure of what that 'something else' was, but it was a faint sweet but earthy smell also.

"I can't leave without you, but I'd rather take another one of your mother's picket signs to the chest than stay any longer."

"Huh?" Charley looked up at Jerry slowly, broken from the random train of thought and didn't know what to say.

That was a very graphic thing to say. A numbing feeling came over him as he blinked, watching as the vampire moved away slowly. Avoiding even a small look towards him as he left the kitchen. Which was extremely unusual, he was unsure of what exactly was being said. Jerry sat down and stared at the blank flat screen, wanting nothing more than to end the conversation. But knew better than that.

With being told that Jerry wanted to leave and couldn't leave without him was shocking. That was a lot to process. Smiling faintly for the fact that he now felt wanted, Charley slowly hugged himself as he sat on the counter staring at the floor. Feeling cold suddenly as he trembled. The smile faded.

He didn't know what to say or do. It was very quiet for a long time as he mulled everything over in his head. He knew he would have to press the matter.

So what was happening now? He didn't know if Jerry was hinting at something or just stating the fact that he 'ruined his plans' again.

If he was hinting at something, why was he grinning! Surely he couldn't just drop everything and leave with him, could he?

He had a life here, after all. It wasn't much of one, but a life none the less. He was still young. He couldn't just up and disappear on his mother. Or Peter. But then again, they would probably know why he was suddenly gone anyways. He drew in a breath as he fought the intense burning feeling when he moved, but he still felt cold. Looking over his shoulder slowly and opened his lips carefully, forcing the words out quickly.

"Then let's go."

It was dead silent for a moment.

"Jerry." Charley said his name sternly as he stared at the stove.

"I'm not playing around Charley." Jerry's voice came from the living room finally, sounding hopeful but serious.

"Well.. I'm serious too. You think you're the only one who can't let go? Hate to say it Mr. Badass-Vampire... But I think your stuck with me. 'Boo hoo' moments and all." Charley said as he got off the counter and started towards him with a small groan of discomfort.

"Let's go then."

"I can't bring you with me as you are. It is a liability, one I don't really want. I do it now because Vincent helps out, like a good little pet should." He replied bluntly, making the teen roll his eyes.

"Fuck off. You were fine with it up till now. Man, Peter was right about you being more moody than a girl by the way. What, do you want to hear me beg to be turned or something?" Charley said in an annoyed tone, seeing that the vampire was sitting in the small black chair looking the other way with a stubborn glare.

"Do it Jerry, if that's what it takes. Do it." He said with a hint of fear in his serious voice but meaning every word of it.

Jerry looked over at him slowly and smiled lightly.

"Charley. If I could bring myself to do it, I would without a second thought." He said looking away, drumming his fingers on the chair slowly with a quick breath through his nose. Falling silent as the teen moved a little closer and kicked him in the leg lightly.

"Why won't you?" He asked in a serious tone. He watched quietly as Jerry lowered his head and sighed. Giving a faint scowl.

"I want too. If that what it takes for me to have you. There is a very large chance..." He said as he stood up and moved towards the teen with a drop of blood spilling from his eye. Charley could see fear in his eyes for something he was refusing to voice.

The teen stood there and frowned, attempting to piece it together quickly. Jerry was really crying because of him. He felt guilty suddenly, he never liked it when someone cried. Charley moved forward and put his arms around the vampire, squeezing carefully before feeling the strong arms slowly wrap around his shoulders.

Understanding why he didn't finish his answer. Charley remembered that in order to become a vampire, the person needed to die. And because he was like this, there was a chance he wouldn't wake up.

Jerry wouldn't do it for those reasons.

He couldn't help but chuckle suddenly. Remembering Peter's words from earlier that morning.

" 'Tamed by a teenager..' " He mumbled faintly.

"Sounds like something Midori would say." Jerry chuckled faintly, resting his face against the teens curls again. Charley laughed.

"It was. He said it this morning. But I'm dead serious. If that is what it takes, do it." He said, moving his head to look at the vampire.

Jerry watched his face quietly for a moment. Seeing that the teen meant it, but was afraid. He smiled sweetly and leaned down, giving small kisses as another drop of blood rolled down his face from the corner of his eye.

"Okay.." He finally said as his touch became more furious.

Jerry had the teen pressed against the wall as they battled hungrily with their lips. Charley gasped for air occasionally as the vampire grabbed his hands and held them above the teen's head. Making no protest to the movement as he breathed heavily. His face flustered as his back arched feeling a cold hand slowly tickle its way up his back. Forcing out a shuttered breath as the vampires lips ghosted over his own tauntingly.

Charley gave a faint growl as his thigh was grabbed and was pulled forward roughly, realizing his hands weren't being held any longer and wrapped his arms around the large shoulders as he lurched forward to claim the pale smooth lips. Their hips grinding together in attempt to gain more friction.

Their actions speaking a thousand things as the vampire picked him up, carrying him with a speed he never though possible and suddenly felt the bed beneath him.

XX

"What exactly happened?" Jane said as paced the kitchen. Worry and fear written all over her face.

Only twenty minutes had passed since he had gotten here, and already he had explained most of what had happened with her son.

"That IS all I know. That little arse from his school was hassling him still, bullies. Fuckers all of them. He probably hit one too many nerves and he must have snapped. I mean, Charley can really handle a lot of this shit. Sometimes it just needs a push." Peter said from the kitchen table, a box of grape juice in his hand.

"But he was gone and lost in whatever it was. A teenagers rage fueled by a unnatural force. He was scary. I reopened a cut I got earlier to lure him away..then he got even more worked up chasing me. Which was a stupid fucking idea. Then.." He paused as he waved his hand.

"Took him to Jerry's and he said he would call if anything happened." He finished as he sipped from the juice box.

"How am I going to explain this to people when they start asking me questions about it!" She groaned out loud.

"Don't worry about it until it happens. Charley will be alright. He always is." He said in a reassuring tone. Jane looked over at him and sighed with a small smile.

"Yeah. But still, this whole thing is just... Too much." She said as she leaned on the counter.

"How do you deal with all of this? Like, really deal with it." She asked him honestly.

Peter sat there for a moment, wanting to make a smart remark, but knew it wouldn't help how she felt. He took a breath and thought about it. Sure, the drinking helped. But also just continuously telling himself that things were alright. He gazed at his wrist and frowned lightly.

"I don't really know. I just... Accept it, I suppose. Never really thought about it till now actually. But I really don't know." He said with a smile.

Jane looked at him and grinned as he sucked on the straw till there was nothing left.

"God. I feel like I'm loosing my mind."

"You get used to it. Might get a bit eccentric as it happens, mind you. I mean, look at me! I'm a fucking asshole, but I'm nice and loaded. My best pals a teenager, his mom and a fucking vampire. You should have your own tv show. Mom who deals with vampires on a daily basis." He said with a chuckle and stood up to throw out the empty box in his hand.

"Uh, no. I don't want people knowing I hang out with a vampire. A vampire who blew up my ho-" Jane laughed and covered her mouth as she stared at Peter. His teeth were tinted a faint purple and he didn't even seem to realize it. He looked at her and blinked quickly.

"What?" He asked in a confused manner.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Just, a funny thought. Anyways, was Charley alright?" She asked when she calmed down, Peter raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"I guess. Or, I don't know. He looked like he was going to be sick, but other than that he seemed ok. I can't tell you that for sure since I won't know anything until Dracula calls." He said and glanced at the time.

"Charley will be ok. I know for a fact that he will be taken care of. But, on the brighter side of life, I hear its your birthday tomorrow!" Peter said, changing the subject with skill that Jane was glad for.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" She asked with a small glare.

"Let's go have a birthday supper. I'll pay for everything." He said with a nervous tone.

"What? Are you asking me out again Peter?" She giggled at him and felt on the spot.

"Well, yes but no. As friends, if you want to see it that way. It will be fun, can go anywhere and eat anything you want." He said and gave her a friendly smile. Jane blinked at him, really considering it.

"I promise to be on my best behavior too."

"Alright, fine. I could use a night out. Get away from all of this." She said with a thankful grin.

"Okie dokie! It's a date! Well, I need to head back to the city. Got some shit to manage. I'll call you soon, hopefully with news on Charley. Thanks for the juice box, and I'll see you later." He said quickly and rushed out.

"It isn't a date Peter!" She called after him.

"I'm paying for it, so yes it is." He teased before Jane rushed out of the kitchen towards him.

"Go fuck yourself, Peter! If its a date than I'm making it cost a fortune then." She scowled at him as he rushed out the front door.

"Do it. I don't bloody care! I eat fancy all the fucking time. Nothing new to me!" He said in the same tone as he backed away from the house. Jane stood on the front step and shook her head at him.

"Your such a child sometimes." She stated and started turning away.

"Yea. Try it sometime. But be careful because you might end up enjoying yourself." He said in a serious tone then smiled as he climbed into his car and drove away.

Jane stood there watching for a moment as she smiled to herself. She took a long breath as she looked up to the bright blue sky quietly, crossing her arms.

Hoping her son was alright and was coming back soon.

XX

TBC!