I am not quite sure if its going to be a Jerry/Charley fic yet or whatever. But I dont know, things can change. Depends on the mood I am in. But we'll see what happens. Anyways, I am really enjoying this story. I might update this one quite a bit since I am kind of trapped in a rut with Remember Me. Don't worry, I AM working on it and trying to finish it. And in a few weeks I'll be moving and be without internet for a while, so heads up. lol
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The Truce 3
Charley opened his eyes slowly. Wincing at the sunlight that covered his face. He felt awful as he turned his head away and blinked. More tired than normal. He rolled onto his side as he dragged his eyes to the clock and sat up slowly. It was after four? He never slept that long. His neck felt unusually stiff as he turned his head.
He rolled his head to the side and groaned. Reaching his hand up slowly to rub the ache away but hissed and jumped as a sharp pain stung his neck. He frowned as it throbbed and kept him from moving for a long while. He raised his hand to rub his eyes as he lifted the covers, then stopped.
Charley's heart pounded as he saw flakes of blood stuck to his palm. His eyes went wide as he looked towards his bed with uneasiness and saw massive parts of the bed was stiff with his blood. He jumped off the mattress and crashed against the wall as he stared at his bed. He touched his neck again with a cry of pain and felt that there were vicious swollen gashes crusted over. He cried out in fearful shock. His throat pounding in agony and whimpered softly, slamming his eyes shut.
His heart stopped as he heard heavy steps in the hall and were getting closer to his room. Fear rolled into his mind as he dropped beside his dresser and pressed against the wall, leaning on the wood as his door opened slowly and the heavy footsteps came into his room. Charley trembled as he held his breath.
Praying this was just a really bad dream. A dream and not reality.
It was quiet now. He exhaled and shifted slightly then he heard a breathy laugh. Falling back as the dresser was flipped over suddenly then Charley sat up against the wall as he caught his gaze. Jerry towered over him, smiling at him with black pits for eyes. His chin covered in dried blood and Charley's eyes filled with tears as he stared up at Jerry. His heart pounded so hard that his ribs hurt. Why was he doing this?
Jerry stepped over the teen casually and reached down, letting out a pleased growl. Charley yelled out and scurried to the side as the vampire's hands grabbed for his arms. The teen kicked at the vampire, only to have his wrists caught and was yanked closer. He started struggling to get away as Jerry held him closely and let out a dark chuckle near his face.
"I've waited long enough to have you." He said hungrily as he grabbed hold of Charley's face. "It won't hurt to bad. Trust me Charley."
The teens eyes went wide and started struggling even more as he got his arm free. Jerry ignored the hand that attempted to pry his white fingers off as he cradled the teens head and gripped his curls. Charley screamed and pleaded to be let go as Jerry pulled his head back and disappeared into the space between the teen's shoulder and head. Jerry let out a growl as pain Charley never knew filled the whole left side of his body as Jerry cradled him tightly.
Charley's scream echoed as he sat up.
A sweat gleamed on his forehead as he gasped, looking around quickly as he realized it was only a dream. He exhaled slowly as he touched his throat and found it was smooth.
"Oh god!" He breathed out in relief. Was just a horridly vivid dream. First dream he had in a long time about the vampire. He threw off the covers, rubbing his face as he looked around slowly. Glad it was over. He shook his head as he got up to dress, then headed downstairs as he pulled his shirt down.
He looked around the house and it was dead quiet. Charley called out for his mother, and got no answer. He was at home alone. He stretched with a groan and turned the TV on, since Peter's visit the television was turned off and he went to bed. So he wasn't sure what was on. Glancing outside and frowned lightly as he went over to the window.
There was a dark red truck in the driveway. He blinked confused as to why it was there and who did it belong to? Charley went to the kitchen to get something to eat when he saw a key and a note sitting on the table. Curious, he went to the table and picked up the note.
Don't crash it and keep it full. I want it back in a week.
Charley reread the note several times till he realized it was from him. Jerry. He scratched his head before he set the note down and picked the key up.
"He was serious? You got to be kidding me!" He said to himself.
Why would Jerry give him the truck no questions asked? Charley remembered the way Jerry spoke about wanting his trust yesterday evening. He was practically begging for it. Maybe he would give Jerry a chance and actually trust the vampire. Then he remembered his dream. The words he used sent a chill down his spine. But it was just a nightmare, that's all. Right. He bit his lip in thought as he went to the fridge and pulled out a breakfast shake.
He leaned against the counter as he pulled out his phone and called Peter. Hoping he would be awake. He arched a brow at the ring back that played in his ear before Peter answered.
"Why, good morrow Charley Boy. I was just thinking of you. How fairs this blissful high noon?" He answered happily.
"Uh, what?"
"It means how is your afternoon, you bloody idiot. Geez, expand your damn vocabulary range."
"Oh. It's interesting I guess. Since when do you listen to Avenged Sevenfold?" Charley asked referring to Peters ring back.
"Since this morning. Funny story. It started out as me being a loner and porn surfing, found some very good sites. Really good fucking ones. But anyways, I somehow ended up on YouTube and started watching music videos and came across them. I fell in love. They are my new favorite band, till I find a new one. Might be tomorrow. Until then, Avenged all the way baby." He said with pride.
Charley laughed as he opened the shake and drank it. He scowled and made a noise.
"You ok?"
"Yeah. Just having a shake. And it doesn't taste like chocolate. More like stale milk with shit mixed in." He said while licking his lips.
"Sounds tasty. So! Are you coming to visit me? I'm really bored. Nothing to do here by myself. We can have a sword fight!" Peter asked hopefully.
"What? No way. I'll come over but no more sword fights." Charley laughed.
"Awe! Why the fuck not?" Peter whined.
"Last time we did had one, you nearly cut my head off, remember?" Charley said as he pretended to act like Peter.
"I said I was sorry! I was drunk when that happened."
"Peter, your always drinking. I'm not having a sword fight with you. I need to learn to ignore your ideas when you have to pause when you talk." Charley said as he dumped the drink down the drain. "Not very fun when that happens."
"Well if you say it with that fucking attitude it's not." Peter mumbled. "Well fuck you too then sunshine. Shall I put pants on and come to your humble dwelling?"
"No, I'll drive there. Put pants on though. That would be a good idea." Charley said a demanding tone.
"Drive? You don't have a vehicle!"
"I do now, for the week anyways. Jerry, he...I don't know. He gave his truck to me for the week. I found a note and the key on the table in the kitchen. He must have came back after I went to bed." He said. Thinking about it now that he said out loud, it seemed a little sketchy.
"Why the hell would Fang do that?" Peter asked confused after Charley heard him pour a drink.
"I don't know actually." He admitted. "I should call him and ask why."
"I would. Maybe he put a bomb in the engine, or left a body in the cab, or even has someone locked in the box in the back!"
"Where do you even come up with stuff like that?" Charley asked, slightly shocked by what Peter suggested. "Why would he even know how to do that?"
"I'm not sure. Just come to me. Out of the blue. But you have to remember that Jerry is four hundred some years old. That's more then enough time to become a master manipulator. And learn plenty of other things. You shouldn't let your guard down around him, even if he promised peace. He's a fucking vampire, his base nature won't change." Peter warned. Charley sighed.
He was right. But he still wanted to give Jerry a chance. He sighed as he looked towards the front window, figuring out what to do. He did need to go to the city anyways for stuff, things he wanted and he didn't have a way there without the truck. He would call Jerry in a little while.
"I'll be there by two." He said. "I won't let my guard down. But if this truce is going to work then one of us has to show some trust to him. I'll trust him for the both of us."
"Your a fucking idiot Charley Brewster. See you later then." He said defeated.
"Yeah, thanks." Charley laughed lightly as he hung up.
He should probably call Jerry and ask about the truck. The more he thought about it, the more he figured there had to be a catch. Always was with him. He took a deep breath and dialed the vampire's number for the first time. He got nervous suddenly as it kept ringing.
"What?" Jerry finally answered angrily.
"Uh, hey." Charley said playing with the key. "Can I ask you something?"
"Who is this?"
"It's Charley?"
"Is it? What do you want Charley?" Jerry's tone changed to one he never heard before. It seemed friendly, but more of something he didn't like. More of a hungry tone.
"Uh, I uh, I just wanted to ask you about the note. And the truck..." Charley said quickly.
"What about it?"
"Uh, I wanted to ask why." He spoke slowly, he could hear the vampire chuckle softly.
"Why? Let me guess, you think because I'm a vampire I don't know how to be nice. Come on, Charley. Cut me a little more slack then that. I can be nice if I wanted. I assume the vampire expert told you that there's probably a body hidden, didn't he?" The vampire spoke coolly.
"No.."
"Would you rather have me take the truck back and let you suffer in total and complete misery and mind bending boredom? I could do that instead, Charley. I don't care. Your choice."
"Uh. I don't know." He replied dumbly. Jerry laughed for a moment, making the teen feel on the spot. "What's the catch?"
"Just take the truck little boy. Let me get back to sleep since your stupidity interrupted it. You'll find out the catch later. Good bye Charley." Jerry said mischievously and hung up.
Charley pulled the phone away from his ear.
"Okay...now I am worried." He said as he went towards the door. Better put it to use and enjoy the day before he found out the mystery catch. Charley locked the door to his house then turned to the truck.
He climbed in and shut the door as he looked around the cab. It was surprisingly clean. Feeling relieved that there wasn't any blood or anything of that sort as he started the truck and drove towards the city.
Unsure if the truce was a good idea now. He would talk to Peter about it. Figure it out before Jerry pulled out the thing he didn't want to find out.
TBC!