TIMMY HORTONS! Jk. Anyways, how do you think it will end up now? Think on that for a minute before you continue on.

The Truce 8

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Charley couldn't help but feel scared and nervous as Jerry moved closer. Their eyes met and the vampire gave him a minute to be absolutely sure. Was he really willing to let him in and know everything just to rid his memory of one event? He would however, know exactly who Jerry was. Give away his secrets to gain the vampires. Would it be worth it? After taking a shaky breath he closed his eyes and nodded again.

"My blood will make you loose feeling of your body. But don't stop unless I say so or I do. Also this might ruin everything Charley. You positive you want me to know all of your secrets?"

Jerry asked as his teeth grew and his eyes turned black. Charley opened his eyes slowly and looked at Jerry. He seemed just as unsure as the teen was.

"I'm going to know all of yours." The teenager said carefully. Jerry grinned slowly.

"Are you cool with that?"

"Your not going to like what you find Brewster."

"Neither will you." Charley said as he glared at the floor.

Jerry blinked at that statement then pulled him closer slowly. Charley became so nervous suddenly as the vampire turned his head slightly and raised his hand and pierced the white skin with his nails, Charley noticed the bright blue vein on the creatures throat fade slowly as his face was pushed closer to the oozing wound.

A weight filled his stomach as Jerry stood them up and had his arm around him. Grabbing the vampire's dark tee shirt as his heart started racing as Jerry dipped his head. Feeling his breath on the side of his face and something that sounded like the words 'drink it'.

Charley eyed the running blood with a disgusted quiver. Shutting his eyes as he opened his mouth and hesitated before latching on. As soon as the blood touched his tongue, a crazy explosion happened that spread over his skin and muscles as the vampire's blood rolled down his throat than seemed to go everywhere else.

Charley felt a sharp, painful sting fill his throat. He cried out against the white skin then coughed on the blood but latched on again. How wrong it felt but he couldn't stop himself from drinking more and more. A fog filled his senses as everything seemed to disappear around him.

Jerry closed his eyes and held fast as he dove into Charley's head. Seeing his whole life until now and so quickly was overwhelming, to say the least. Seeing every moment he was happy, angry and everything in between. Everything from his childhood, to the strange costumes with Adam and Edward. He would ask about that later. What in the hell was 'Squid Man'? Jerry wanted to laugh but that could end up bad for the teen.

Pushing further, a deep and loathing anger filled him as the memories of Charley's father came and went, but it wasn't his emotion. It was Charley's anger, an anger so powerful the vampire was able to feel. Jerry never once thought this boy was capable of feeling something so dark and evil. He was shocked to know this.

This kid was messed up. Nothing but pain he had grown up with. No wonder the boy clung to his and Peter's relationships. From these memories he loathed the man. He understood Charley's seek for guidance from two of the worst examples of male role models in the world. He opened his eyes slowly as he found the memories he was looking for and drew them out careful to leave everything else intact.

Charley, on the other hand, was terrified by what he saw. He knew how Jerry became what he was. And he didn't like it. He wanted to scream and run. It was graphic what happened. He and someone else was attacked violently. Jerry's life was bloody, and only got bloodier as the centuries past. Tears falling from his eyes as he learned everything about Jerry. Four hundred some years of death and secrecy being played out in seconds was horrible.

The only constant thing he saw was death and torment. The only things the vampire knew. Jerry was darker and more alone than he knew. Even with having a nest full of vampires. Seeing all the lives he ruined and even seeing what he did to the Vincent's. Jerry was a real monster. The same female face kept coming back when Charley realized it was the vampire's sister. Wishing he didn't see know any of this as a powerful wanting came as he saw his own face.

Then it all stopped as Jerry pulled his head away.

Charley fell back limply on to his bed as Jerry's blood rolled along his cheek. The two breathing heavily, overworked mentally. Charley cried silently as he lay on his bed, unable to move and mortified what Jerry lived through. His heart pounded as he opened his eyes and tried to sit up. Looking towards Jerry with glossy and tearing eyes and saw he was turned away breathing heavy.

"Its- its gone." Jerry said as he dropped his head. "You won't remember it anymore."

"Your not alone Jerry." Charley said sluggishly, trying to sit up still but his body felt like jelly. The vampire turned around with a glare and moved Charley so that he was laying on his bed properly then knelt down beside him.

"I'm a vampire Charley. I'm always alone." He said bluntly. "No matter what."

"No. You have Peter. You have me." He breathed out and opened his eyes again. "How long am I going to feel like this? A-are you crying?"

"Till the morning probably. So don't even try to get up, you'll just hurt yourself. You should go to sleep and I should go before mommy shows up." Jerry said slowly.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because you're so pathetic." Jerry said as he licked his lips. Craving more of Charley. He would taste even better than he did if he could have it without the memories.

"Your an asshole. And a liar." Charley mumbled as he blinked more tears away. The vampire stared quietly. "I said you wouldn't like it."

"Why are you crying?" Jerry asked grimly.

"Because your life sucks. Don't leave Vegas." Charley said carefully. A knock on the door interrupted them as it opened.

"Charl- You!" Jane glared. "What are you doing here! What did you do to my son!"

"Uh oh..." Charley said turning his head towards her slowly.

"See you around Charley." Jerry looked at her then stood up slowly.

Not bothered by her anger as he wiped blood from his mouth. He walked over to her slowly, keeping his eyes on the floor. He stopped in front of her and made eye contact. She stepped back and stared at his red, teary eyes.

"What he asked me to do. He'll be fine in the morning so there's no reason to get mad." He said calmly. Looking her over carefully as he saw again the vicious memory of the man beating her down in front of Charley when he was younger. Jerry blinked them away quickly.

"You can ask him about it if you want. I'm sure he'll explain."

"You're crying..." She stated shocked. "Why are you crying? Vampires don't cry."

"Ask your son." Jerry reached up and held her face carefully as he gave her a contemplating look. He smiled as she frowned and smacked his hands angrily. Jane stood there confused beyond all reason as she watched the vampire leave without a fuss. Confused by his statement and why he was crying. She turned towards Charley and walked over.

"Charley what did you do?" She demanded.

"I told him to make me forget what he did on Monday. But at a price." He replied with a sniffle, his words were hard to say still able to see the memories.

"To make me forget he had to go in my head. Everything that I have in my head he knows about. All my memories. And I know everything about him now too. But it worked. I don't remember leaving Peter's on monday. It's an empty space. I just remember falling asleep there and waking up here."

"What? Why would you let him do that?" She said as she took a breath and knelt beside him, staring at the blood leaking from his mouth.

"I don't know."

"Charley..." She started but Charley smiled weakly.

"He was going to leave Vegas because he is starting to like me and Peter. He never, never liked someone unless they were apart of his tribe." He laughed and cried more.

"He's scared that its happening. Said it was too human. As evil and scary as he is, I don't want him to leave."

Jane stared at him quietly then she closed her eyes.

"He saw everything? Every detail of your memories?" She asked carefully.

"Yeah. I guess so." He breathed slowly and sniffed again. "I feel so weird. Not a bad thing though. Like I'm floating, its nice almost. I can't really move. Don't get mad at him, I asked him too."

"Oh Charley." She said as she stood up and left the room, ignoring Charley's pleas.

She was going to give Jerry a piece of her mind and then beat him up. Furious to know that this happened. She went into the hallway and stopped when she saw Jerry was kneeling on the floor clutching his head. Shaking slightly.

"Jerry?" She stepped a little closer.

"I hate you humans. You feel to much." He said angrily, slowly getting off the floor. "This was a bad idea. I should have just left."

"Yea well I hate vampires. You don't feel enough." Jane countered. "I don't like you at all. And I never will."

"I don't care. I don't like you either." He growled over his shoulder.

"Charley cares about you. Enough to let you know everything and risk his life just to forget something." She said softly and crossed her arms. She took a breath as she approached him.

"I'm not going to pretend to know what you two did. And I don't want to know. But don't assume for even a second that you can come here, gain his trust and disappear like nothing happened. Are you really that selfish and conceded? For being what you are, vampire or not, you're still an adult Jerry Dandridge! One that he looks up too. You of all people should know what manipulation does to others. And don't even give me that 'vampires don't care' bullshit. I know that your starting too. Maybe you should try thinking of someone else for a change rather then just yourself. If you really did see everything in his head then you know that he cares. Start acting your age, whatever the fuck it is and stop acting like a child. So what if your making friends! Start acting like a man and face your fears. Because if you hurt him like his father did, I'll kill you myself." She ranted before she breathed, satisfied by her own words.

"Ah! Don't even open you dead lips mister. I'm really not in the mood." She retorted.

Jerry glared as she walked past him and went downstairs. Letting out a deep growl as he stood straight.

Leaving the house quickly and went into the night. Fuming over Jane's words and the truth in them. Angry because he was just scolded with a mother's fury like he was a bad little boy.

With his head swimming with Charley's memories he figured he might as well go and tell Peter what just happened. He walked down the street and pulled out his phone and dialed the skinny man's number slowly then raised it to his ear. Peter answered after the first ring.

"Holy shit. Your calling me? I didn't do it, I swear!" Peter sounded scared. "Just kidding Fang. What does your dead arse want?"

"I want you Vincent. Where are you." He looked at the sky.

"Uh, driving down the highway to home?"

"Stop your tin can and wait for me. We need to talk." Jerry said as he picked up his pace.

"Should I be worried? Because I am. But I'll pulled over." Peter said quickly. Jerry smiled to himself. Yeah, he was beginning to be attached to Charley and this whelp.

"No. You don't need to worry. But I would like you to be. It makes me happy to see you quivering." He spoke darkly.

"Okay, now I'm terrified. Thank you very fucking much for calling but I'm hanging up on you. You have five minutes then I'm driving off again." Peter said quickly.

"I'll see you in two."

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TbC!