Make you guys wonder eh? Make you guys think eh? Wow, how can u tell I'm canadian? Eh! Anyways, enough of my dumb ramblings! Glad you guys enjoy this story.

I own that cup of timmy horton's! Not the trademarked characters. Hmm.

The Truce 7

XX

Three days had passed since that night.

Charley was tortured by those images, the news didn't help either. The sickening scene was everywhere. Everyone knew about it. The body was reported on the news and radio, even the internet. Witnesses, those guys who tried to steal the truck he assumed, they said a monster did it. A monster that looked like a man tore the victim to pieces and that a teenager was with it. Soon as that was said, it was all over for him.

He was busted immediately and was not allowed anywhere until it blew over. His mother was beyond furious with him and the vampire. He never saw his mother so angry before. Jerry's invitation to the house was removed. Charley was under house arrest by his mothers orders.

It made him wonder now more than ever if the truce was a good idea, but he also wondered if he was asking too much from Jerry. To stop killing people. That's all Jerry knew, it was what he was and always will be to use his words. To change that was going to take more then a few months.

Maybe it would take years. But it didn't change the fact that he had a renewed fear of Jerry. Fearing what he was truly capable of.

Amy called him a few times over the three days but he never answered. Not even answering any calls from Peter either. Knowing they were going to ask questions. He wasn't sure what he would have said anyways. How he would have defended himself.

Jerry never called once. Which he was almost glad for.

It was out of line what happened. Even if those men made the first move, and Jerry acted accordingly to his nature. Charley wanted to defend him, but what Jerry did shouldn't have happened in the first place. He was stuck between believing it was his fault, and thinking Jerry was up to something in the beginning that led to the incident.

He sat on his bed as he listened to music, trying to keep his mind clear when Peter came into his room. He was there today by his mom's wishes. Charley never left his room unless he had too, and he barely spoke a word. So his mom thought that the illutionist's visit would help. Peter tried his best to break through to him, but nothing major happened.

The magician even sat with him on his bed, closely for nearly an hour. Peter talked, just to keep it from being too quiet. Charley commented occasionally. Not bothered by being so close to him. Glad that he didn't ask about what happened.

"So I finally changed 'Fright Night' a little bit. Got rid of all them useless buggers. Started hiring a whole new team!" Peter said, looking down beside him. Grinning at the teen. "I've considered asking Fang if he wants a job."

"I'm sure he would love to hear that." Charley replied with a small laugh seeing Peter was serious.

"Oh I know. I might actually fucking ask the bloody snacker." He giggled then sighed. "Have you heard from him?"

"No. He vanished off the grid." The teen said after a minute. "Just you and Amy."

"You need to call Amy, you little shit. She calls me three times a day looking for you, and asks if I've talked to you. She's getting on my nerves. Three times! And its only been three days! Fucking women drive me nuts!" Peter complained with a scowl. "We aren't even fucking and she is worse than any girl I've had ever known."

"Don't talk like that. I'll do that later." Charley mumbled. The teen rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, feeling relaxed for the first time in a while. Even with Peter's rude comment. It was beginning to feel normal again.

"You better or I'll do something horrible to you. Like, I dunno, maybe kiss you. You'd like that." The magician said then make kissing noises while he leaned over. Charley elbowed Peter as the skinny man held his face and started smothering him with kisses.

"No! Peter stop! Ew! No!" He cried out with disgusted laughter before managing to shove him off the bed by elbowing him in the leg. "Don't do that man, really!"

"You fucking liked it. Your smile says it all." Peter clutched his leg while laughing in pain. Charley laid back down and closed his eyes.

"Your nuts." He said with a yawn.

When he thought Charley fell asleep, Peter patted him softly and got up. His door opened and Jane came in, asking how it was going. He heard Peter speak to his mom about what he thought what was wrong. Hearing those words, he gained a new respect for the man.

"He's still in shock Jane. Don't press him. When he's ready, he'll talk. Just give Charley his space. After what happened, I don't blame him for shutting the world out. It's not his fault for being like this." Peter spoke honestly, sounding almost scared for Charley. "But he isn't going to go insane."

"Yeah that good news. I'm just really worried. Thank you for coming Peter. Really. It means a lot." Jane said softly. "And I'm sure Charley is grateful too."

"Yeah, of course. And I sure hope so. Anything else you need, don't hesitate to call me. I'll come again tomorrow. Good night." Their footsteps faded from the doorway and Charley opened his eyes.

Looking towards the window and stared at the darkening sky for a minute. He thought for a minute when he remembered waking up laying on Jerry. He felt an icy chill roll down his neck. Realizing that Jerry might have tried to bite him. He sat up quickly and moved to the window, looking down as he watched Peter drive off.

Resting his forehead against the glass as he sighed. Closing his eyes feeling the longing come back, not liking being by himself now that Peter left. He heard a faint thud, looking over his shoulder. Turning his eyes back to the window as he started feeling uneasy suddenly. Jumping back and yelped before glaring darkly at the pale face on the other side of the window laughing at him.

"What do you want?" Charley growled as he moved back to the window, opening it slightly.

"To talk. Invite me in Charley." Jerry replied calmly.

"Why should I? Rip anybody else apart lately?"

"Do you want your new neighbors to see me hanging from your roof? I don't think so." He replied and dropped one arm and hung there with his feet against the house. "Come on Charley. Let me in, its important."

Charley growled as he opened the window and glared hatefully. Clenching his fists as the vampire grinned.

"Come in."

Jerry came in through the window and turned towards Charley. The teen swung out with all his anger and punched him in the mouth as hard as he could. Jerry's head went back and he grunted as his head bounced off the window. The teen clutched his hand and growled in pain.

"I guess I deserved that. But that was your only free hit." Jerry said as he wiped blood from his mouth with a chuckle. "Nice shot by the way Charley. Better now?"

"I know. And a lot better." He said shaking his hand and scowled. "Now what's so important you showed up? Going to finally tell me the catch from monday?"

"Well, for one, I just wanted to know if your ok. In the head and all of that. And two, I figured I could help you out. And I might if you are good."

Charley stood a comfortable distance from Jerry. Keeping his fear hidden from him carefully. Jerry looked at Charley carefully as he leaned on the desk, raising his brows. The teen looked away and shrugged, unnerved by the vampire's concerned gaze.

"I- I'm fine. I got over it." He said as he sat on his bed with a soft sigh. Jerry chuckled.

"Your a horrible liar. But it is my fault. Which is why I'm here." He said as he stood straight and walked to the door to close it. "You smell miserable, Charley. It's really not pleasant to me. You smell like Peter."

"What?" Charley asked, confused by what he said. "Why are you smelling me?"

"Habit. But to why I am here." He said as he walked towards the bed. "I'm leaving. Away from Vegas. And I'm giving you the opportunity to choose to forget me."

Charley stared at Jerry, stunned by the words. Unsure if his own silence was because he was glad Jerry was planning to leave, or disappointed because he was. Even unsure why he would be disappointed to begin with. He swallowed slowly, beginning to think is was beginning to be a good bye.

"Why are you leaving?" Charley asked curiously.

"I've over stayed my time here. Had to get rid of the truck. I need to move on. Been planning on it for the past month." He said casually. "Wasn't sure until now. Which is why I am here. To give you the chance to forget me, and continue on. And blah blah blah."

Charley stared at him blankly. A frown came to his face as he stood up.

"A month? You were planning to leave for a month? When were you going to tell me?"

"I didn't know that I had to run my life by you first, Master." Jerry said with a bow. "I didn't have to come here and tell you Charley."

"Then why did you?" Charley snapped, then looked away when Jerry frowned.

It was a silence that neither wanted to break. Jerry was about to say something when Charley stood up and walked over to him quietly.

"Then why did you? To make me forget, or make you forget. You call me a horrible liar." Charley said with a shake of his head. He laughed skeptically.

"How can you possibly make me forget any of this? Or you for that matter? You're burned into my memory. Your not that easy to forget. If it was, I would have done it already."

"It is that easy." Jerry said giving him a quiet look. "But I should explain it first. A friend of mine a long time ago taught me it. I never needed to do it before, so I don't how well it will works. Simple but yet personal."

"What? Your serious. How?" He asked, curious to know this new vampire ability worked. "Do you just hypnotize the person?"

Jerry laughed and dropped his head.

"Oh god no. That's only in the movies. Its more of a memory wipe or," Jerry paused to think of a word. "More of something I like. Knowledgeable."

"I'd rather not know."

"Your probably right." He grinned menacingly.

"So why are you really leaving?" Charley asked again.

"Because I'm starting to like you and Peter more then I intended." Jerry said with a scowl. "I don't like it. It..it is too human."

Charley blinked then his face went blank. Wondering if he heard the vampire correctly. He let out a breath when the scowl slowly faded from the dead white face.

"What? Seriously? That's your reason for leaving! Your so stupid." Charley said with a shake of his head. Jerry gave him a glare as he sat straight.

"Don't call me that." He warned.

"Well you are. Your leaving because your making friends with your enemies." Charley stated. Swallowing his fear and stayed quiet. Jerry frowned then looked away quickly.

Charley laughed lightly. Surprised that Jerry was starting to like him, and wanted to leave because of that. He considered Jerry someone to be feared, but respected. Jerry, despite his horrible personality, was someone he didn't mind having around. Realizing that all the times Jerry offered to kill someone, or whatever, was because he was beginning to care. The teenager was confused at how to feel now. So many different things through his head about everything. He rubbed his face and looked at Jerry.

"So how does the mind wipe work? I'm not saying I'm going to do it, but I want to know." The teen said slowly.

"You have to have my blood, and I have to have yours. I can go into your head and plant or remove memories. But I can see anything that is there. I'll learn all your secrets. Everything that makes you who you are, I'll know about it. And I am pretty sure that you would see parts of me." Jerry said carefully.

"Like I said. It is a personal and knowledgeable."

"Yeah. That is pretty personal." Charley agreed. Thinking of it more deeply. "You sure it isn't just something to drink my blood or turn me into your vampire minion?"

"No, Charley. You have to die to become a vampire. And I can drink you anytime I want. It is just a bonus for me." He replied. Keeping his eyes off the teen as he talked.

"Okay. So you keep saying. Does it hurt?"

"It might."

"Oh." Charley said as he sat on the bed and considered it again. He nodded slowly and stared at the floor. He didn't want to remember this, but he didn't really want the vampire to know everything. Did he? He felt tears coming to his eyes as he slowly looked at Jerry. Who seemed to be brooding over the same thing.

"Okay. Do it." He finally said, wiping his eyes. "Make me forget what you did. Not you. Just the other day. I don't want to remember that at all."

"You sure you want me to do that?" Jerry questioned him, taking a breath when the teen nodded. "Alright. I'm warning you now that your not going to like it."

"Just do it. Before I back out." Charley said as his fear leaked through. He swallowed as Jerry knelt in front of him. His heart started pounding hard as a cold hand clasped the back of his neck.

"Ready?"

XX

TBC!