Ok first one was poorly done. Don't worry, if you haven't noticed that my style is 'lame then gets good'? If not, now you know. Ha ha. Anyways, here's the next one. Ill do better. I promise.

The Truce 2

XX

Charley sighed as he laid on his side with his head hidden under the pillow. His fingers occasionally ran along his lip or forehead where Jerry had applied his own blood to heal the wounds. It was cool but unnatural. Even though he was grateful Jerry did that, it saved him from getting in serious trouble, it was something he wasn't used too. He had started to enjoy the vampire's cold humor and the way he was.

He rolled onto his stomach and let his arm hang off the side of the bed. A few hours passed since he ditched Jerry in the living room after he randomly put loud porn on the TV, and his failed attempt at turning it off. His mother was home and preparing dinner.

Charley had a great laugh when she came home to find Jerry casually drinking a beer and watching adult programming like it was nothing. She flipped out for five minutes before she stopped and went back to ignoring him after he just laughed and turned it off.

Charley wanted to invite Peter over now. Since he only saw him a week ago and it was a very short visit last time. He needed someone other then the vampire to talk to. Someone with a pulse. His mother didn't hang out when Jerry was around. And the past two weeks Jerry was around quite frequently.

The teen pulled his head out from under the pillow slowly as a truth dawned on him. His only friends now, that didn't ignore him or wasn't truly dead, was a thirty some year old drunken vampire expert/magician and a four hundred year old vampire who almost killed everyone he knew a few times. And during the last month, Peter occasionally picked on Jerry as bad as Jerry picked on the two them. It was strange but it was becoming normal. He pulled out his phone and dialed Peter's number as Jerry barged into his room looking annoyed.

"Your mother wants you downstairs for supper." He said dryly. Leaning on the door frame as he tapped his fingers. "Now."

"Hello?" Peter answered as Charley chuckled.

"Peter. Get over here. Jerry is doing my mom's bidding! Hurry!" He laughed as Jerry narrowed his eyes and approached slowly. Charley hung up on Peter as he started to sit up.

"Uh oh.."

Jerry grabbed the blanket and yanked it hard. Charley flew off the bed and hit the floor with a groan, sitting up slowly and frowned at Jerry.

"What the hell! That hurt!" Charley said as he stood up. Jerry just kept a calm face as he turned away.

"Good. Now you'll think twice about what you say I do." The vampire replied as he left the room. Charley followed after him then grinned.

"Your just mad because you know I am right." He said as he dashed past Jerry and went downstairs with a mocking laugh.

Jerry growled at him as he went down the steps slowly and went to the kitchen. Opening the fridge and snooped around for a moment before he grabbed an apple and turned towards the two at the table. Grinning at Jane as she ignored him and Charley rolled his eyes. The vampire sat down beside Jane and bit into the apple.

"So, I got a call from school today." Jane started, giving Charley a stern look. "Care to explain why you were suspended?"

Charley paused then glanced between his mom and Jerry. He wasn't going to be able to avoid it any longer. He sat back and dropped the fork.

"I beat the crap out of Mark for things he said. I was just having a bad day and that just made me snap. And I was the one who got into trouble for it." Charley said slowly.

"What did he say?" Jerry asked, earning a glare from Jane. He smirked and bit into the apple again.

"I don't want to talk about it." He said lightly as he started eating again. The vampire smelt the teen's bubbling anger and he tilted his head slowly.

"Too bad." He was really curious for what that teen said to Charley to get him so riled up. Jane frowned at him again.

"You know what Jerry, just for butting in and acting like you own this place, you can do the dishes." She said to the vampire with annoyance. Charley and Jerry looked at her stunned. Charley started laughing as the vampire raised an eyebrow.

"No, Charley can do them. I am a guest." He said as he sat back. "Nice try."

Jane rolled her eyes and finished her meal, smiling at her son. Leaving Jerry and Charley alone. The teen looked at his swollen knuckle before he drank from his cup.

"You know that eventually my mom is going to take back the invitation if your going to be an asshole." He said as he started eating. Jerry shrugged as he finished the apple.

"She might. But if that happens, I could just burn your house down. Again." He said with a dark twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, please don't do that. We are flat broke because of your crazy solutions remember." Charley said as he stood up and stick his plate in the sink. "If that happens I'll just invite you back in so you don't spaz out."

"So what did Mark say to you?" Jerry asked again, suddenly standing beside him. Charley jumped slightly and stayed quiet, the closeness of the vampire always made him nervous.

"It doesn't matter. Its over and done with." Charley said as he looked at the vampire and stepped back.

"You sure? I can take care of him." Jerry suggested. The teen gawked at him.

"No! No way. As much fun as that sounds, no thank you. I think me pounding on him was more then enough." Charley said as he moved towards the living room.

Hearing a vehicle outside he went over to the window, looking out and saw Peter emerge from the sleek dark blue car. There was a little bit of light outside still. But it was dusk none the less. He smiled and jumped again when Jerry breathed on the back of his neck. Ducking away as he rubbed the back of his neck with a shocked sound.

"Stop doing that!" Charley whined.

"No. I love hearing your heart pound when your scared." He said with a cocky grin.

"Your sick. You know that." Charley shot back as he opened the door. "Like really sick. How did you get here so fast Peter?"

"I'm a vampire, Charley. I take pleasure in enjoying fear." Jerry said as he grinned at Peter. "Hey guy."

"Evening Fang and Charley Boy. I was in the neighborhood sort of, so I figured to come visit before you called." Peter said as he leaned on the door frame. Giving Jerry a once over before he smiled. "So what's this I hear about you doing someone else's work?"

Jerry's grin faded and he growled. Charley laughed lightly then cleared his throat before the magician came into the house.

"Careful Peter. He's in a mood." Charley said closing the door then he went back to the kitchen. Jerry's hungry gaze followed after the teen for a moment before he turned them back to Peter.

They stood there as they stared silently at one another. Peter had his arms crossed over his chest, looking like he already had a few drinks. Jerry sniffed the air quietly and confirmed it. He smiled suddenly and Peter raised a brow and went to the kitchen. Jerry followed closely behind him. The vampire raised his hand and flicked Peter's ear.

"Ow!" He snapped and turned around, frowning as Jerry licked his finger slowly. Peter touched his ear and moved away as it bleed. "Bloody snacker."

Jerry chuckled and moved towards the fridge. Peter stuck up his finger when the vampire had his back turned. Charley elbowed him in the ribs and Peter grunted.

"So, what's new since the last time I saw you?" Peter asked as he leaned on the counter. Prodding at his ear as he scowled at Jerry.

"Nothing really, I got suspended from school for the week." Charley said as he moved towards the fridge and budged past the vampire and grabbed two cans of pop. He sighed and stepped aside, watching Charley. His eyes briefly eyeing up the slender throat before Peter cleared his throat.

"Why?" Peter asked, catching Jerry's gaze and raised an eyebrow.

"Charley beat up a bully and got spanked." Jerry said with dark amusement and crossed his arms. Leaning on the wall as he closed his eyes. "He had it coming I think."

"I did not get spanked. Why would you even say that?" The teen asked annoyed. "But yea. What he said. Got into a fight and got into trouble. That's what he gets for saying what he did about Ed."

Charley stopped as he realized what he just said. He sighed as a silence hung in the air. Peter acted first and put his arm around the teenager's shoulders, giving him a comforting squeeze. Glancing towards Jerry who stared at the floor, the teen sighed.

"But other then that, I now have a week to do pretty much nothing." Charley said as he opened the can and drank from it.

"You can always come visit me." Peter said and patted his back. "I have all the fun stuff. And all that jazz. Plus you can just do whatever the fuck you want at my place. Its too quiet there."

Charley nodded and grinned at Peter.

"As long as you pick me up."

"I'll send you a taxi." He laughed and stood straight.

"What?" Charley laughed, disbelieving.

"You can take my truck." Jerry commented from behind them.

They both jumped and cried out. Jerry grinned and patted his chest in rhythm of their hearts. He couldn't stop the change in his eyes, their fear prodded his thirst. He let out a growly laugh as he looked to the side.

"Oh you two. You need to learn to trust me a little more." He said softly before he smiled at them, blinking his eyes once and were no longer black. "Really. I'm hurt."

"Yeah, I'll trust you when hell freezes over Fang." Peter said as he gave him a small glare.

"Trust needs to be earned Jerry." Charley said, his heart still pounding.

"Isn't four months of peace enough?" Jerry asked sternly, looking between the two. "Like I said before. If I wanted you dead, you would be. I've been civil. Haven't I? I am playing by your rules remember? And yet you still don't trust me. And don't call me Fang little boy."

"No, I'll just call you Fang. It's more to my liking. It's either that or fucking Count Dracula." Peter said with a small snicker. "Oh! I'll call you Jaws. Just like your fucking scary ass face."

"That's flattering Peter." Jerry said with a hint of amusement. He liked Peter a little more, not by much but just a little bit. Peter was more gusty and snide. Jerry narrowed his eyes. "No nicknames. Or I get to call you breakfast."

Charley looked between the two as Peter cleared his throat nervously. He laughed lightly. Never in a million years did he ever think to see these two argue and be friendly about it. But Jerry did have a point. Its been a long time since everything stopped. Jerry was still scary, but he just liked to scare them any chance he got. After all, Jerry was a cruel and evil vampire, but he kept to the agreement. And now they were actually getting along.

"Ok, stop it you guys." Charley said with a grin. "You don't have to talk like that either. Fang."

Jerry growled and narrowed his eyes. He looked at them both slowly as he clenched his jaw. He hated nicknames. Charley and Peter looked at each other then turned to run at the same time in different directions. The vampire arched a brow slowly before he followed after them as they ran into the living room yelling 'every man for himself'.

"Stop acting like children." Jerry said as he looked at them with black eyes, holding back the annoyed frustration. Again he blinked and his eyes returned to normal. "No nicknames."

"Yea. Sure. Sounds good." Peter agreed quickly as he sat on the couch. Charley sat in the arm chair and kept quiet.

"I am going home. Sick of you two already." Jerry said as he moved towards the door. He didn't really want to leave. He wanted to taunt them some more, but he was getting in the mood to kill. It has been a few days since he last fed.

"Catch you later." He said as he closed the door.

Charley and Peter looked at each other and started laughing. Both were surprised that Jerry didn't get seriously angry like last time. After a moment Peter let out a groan of amusement.

"Ah shit. He's right though. Think we can trust him Brewster?" Peter asked him honestly. Taking his time thinking about it. He didn't really have a reason to trust the fiend. Jerry after all ruined his life. But yet the vampire tread carefully with them.

Charley didn't find a reason not too. Despite Jerry's cold persona, he was more civil and kept things interesting. And he helped hide the battle scars from earlier in the day. He glanced at Peter and shrugged lightly. Deciding if he should mention it or not. Thinking it didn't matter, he didn't say anything.

"I don't see why not. Maybe give him a chance to prove he means it?" Charley suggested. Peter thought about it as they sat there.

"Yeah. Maybe. Never thought my life would make me choose to trust a vampire or not." He giggled lightly. He turned the TV on and they sat there watching CSI.

After a few hours Jerry didn't come back, and Peter had gone back to the city a few minutes ago. Charley laid on his bed in the dark. Tired and frustrated. Having to make a huge choice. Should he trust Jerry, or don't. He closed his eyes with a yawn. Charley would decide in the morning.

XX

TBC!