Awwwweme! So cute. Turns out its heading that way. Or is it. Muahahahahahahahah! What's going to happen next?
The Truce 12
Charley had never slept so hard and so deeply in his life. But the dreams scared him. It had to have been Jerry's blood that caused them. It was like he was in another time, centuries ago it changed frequently. Jumping randomly to different eras and locations. He still wore what he had on but everything else was different and no one took notice. This time it reminded him of 'Interview with the Vampire', all the dresses and fancy coats. Even some dressed in dirty clothes, or rags. It was weird to say the least.
He was in a dark street, people occasionally passed by in a hurry but no one paid any attention to him. He started down the street slowly. Looking around, everything shook for a second. Like when a movie skips a little bit and it just shakes.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened though. But suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of a familiar pale figure. Turning his head to the side as he did a double take. Frowning confused, then saw him again. He stopped and followed after the figure carefully.
Charley saw that it was Jerry. He knew that carefree stride anywhere. He didn't seem any different, except he wore a deep red velvet outfit, and glossy black leather boots. He looked like an evil royalty.
He was getting nervous as he followed Jerry through the dark street, hearing the heavy footsteps as they walked. When Jerry stopped suddenly ,so did he. Holding his breath as he heard growls and the soft cracking of bones. The teen looked around as he moved closer in the dark street. Fear creeping in when he recognized that sound. Jerry turned around slowly, his terrifying wide mouth full of jagged and vicious looking teeth and ran towards him.
Charley screamed and jolted awake with a breath. His whole body twitched for an instant.
He gasped and opening his eyes then shut them as they stung painfully. His heart pounded and ached as he slowly calmed down. Groaning as a fresh throb rolled over his throat when he moved his head, Charley slowly moved a hand to his throat and let out a small moan. Frowning slowly as he felt something cold against part of his face. Becoming aware of laying against something alive. Cold, but alive. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked.
He took a breath as his eyes went wide realizing his head was just beneath Jerry's and was comfortably held against him with one arm underneath his torso and the other resting on his hip.
"Oh, god...what the hell!" He moved up and exhaled the sleep away. "Jerry!"
Jerry opened his eyes slowly realizing what occurred. He failed to leave before the sunrise. But was astonished that he even fell into that state in the first place. Cursing inwardly as he moved his head to look at Charley with a smug grin then laughed softly as the teen looked bewildered and dizzy.
"Hello Charley."
Charley closed his eyes and held his head as the vampire just laid there, his arms still holding onto the warm body. Not showing any sort of emotion but a peaceful shell.
"What the hell!" He mumbled. "What? Wh- Ugh. My head...Jerry? Wha-"
"Lay down or you will throw up." Jerry said as he closed his eyes and nuzzled the pillow with a sigh. Noticing now how soft the bed was, it was actually comfortable. Peter did have good taste in bedding. He would give him that much. Wondering what he was supposed to do now, he failed his own plan and now Charley was awake, and Peter would be awake soon if he wasn't already.
Charley laid back down as a pounding started in his head. Too tired and groggy to really care about anything at the moment. He moaned lightly as he stopped moving, feeling like the world was tipping over and over again. Feeling like he was going to throw up. He felt like he was dying or something. Everything hurt.
Going over what happened last night from what he could hardly remember in the first place to now. To how he ended up being embraced by the vampire. Charley remembered coming here to talk to Peter, but found Jerry. Giving him his blood to save him. Something else happened too, but what? Jerry's arm moved slightly and Charley shivered. A chill creeping up his spine as he noticed how close he really was to him.
"Uh...Jerry?"
"Hmm.."
"Why are you holding me?" Charley mumbled out nervously, his mouth feeling dry and sticky. Opening his eyes and stared blankly at the vampires throat as he nervously waited for the answer.
"You don't like my hug?" Jerry asked curiously, smirking with his eyes closed.
Charley didn't answer. Unsure if he didn't mind being held like this or if he was too fatigued to even care or voice a proper protest. He grabbed Jerry's wrist and pushed his arm away slowly.
"I don't know...it's weird." Charley finally said. "So don't."
"Is it? You seem to like it." Jerry chuckled and opened his eyes with a coy smile. Charley looked at him and rolled his eyes with annoyance.
"You're a pervert man. Like a serious one." The teen mumbled then grinned as he slowly rolled to the side away from Jerry. Charley stopped moving as another wave of sickness came over him. He exhaled slowly.
"Only for you and Peter." Jerry said darkly, earning a disgusted sound from the teen.
"How long am I going to feel dead like this?" Charley asked with distaste.
"A few days. Three or four at the least." He replied, shifting a little closer. Charley frowned, wanting to look over his shoulder but didn't.
"I nearly sucked you dry last night Charley. I'm actually surprised you even pulled through. But you just don't seem to quit. Although, this pale whiteness suites you. I like it."
Charley opened his eyes and he twitched back at the face above his own. Wondering when he moved. Jerry gave him a quiet look as he carefully rolled the teen onto his back.
"Our truce is over Kid. You paid your life debt to me." He stated flatly, running the end of his nose along Charley's face. Whatever blood he had in his body went to his face and heated it. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.
"Okay..." Charley breathed out, blinking quickly as he pushed himself further into the bed. Afraid suddenly.
Jerry slipped a hand behind his head and lifted him slightly and dipped down. Charley's breath hitched feeling cold lips tickled against the side of his throat. Reaching up slowly and held onto the ripped shirt with a small shake of his head. Jerry nipped the skin slowly as he moved his face upwards.
"But it seems I owe a life debt in return." Jerry said hotly against Charley's pinkish face. "Charley..."
"Stop..." He breathed out, weakly pushing Jerry back. Again he tried ignoring the sensations he was experiencing as Jerry turned his face to his with a deep growl. "Dude. Stop it."
"Charley? You here you little bugger?" Peters voice came from down the hall through the open door. Sounding hung over. Jerry huffed and pulled away slightly, forcing himself to ignore Charley's rushing heart and the scents he was picking up. He wanted to have him badly.
Charley blinked and looked to the side as Peter came closer. Starting to panic once more when he could only imagine what this looked like. With Jerry kneeling over him and his own face was all hot and bothered, it was definitely going to be the wrong image. Charley started pushing Jerry back then Peter came into the room, with the fake beard and such still on his face, minus the wig. His face fell blank as he stood there gazing at the two for a moment, trying to understand what he was seeing.
"Whoa! Uuuhh..." He said with a growing smirk. "Good afternoon."
Jerry glanced over and sat up casually while Charley looked away as he let out a small sound. Not liking the accusing look Peter gave the two of them.
"Peter, this isn't what it looks like!" Charley defended immediately.
"Of course not." Peter replied with an eye brow raised and cleared his throat.
"Hey Vincent. What time is it?" The vampire asked casually, glancing at Charley then back to Peter.
"Uh, last I checked I think it's shortly after I just fucking caught you two red handed! Hello!" Peter cackled and leaned on the door. He caught his breath before he laughed again as Charley's face turned a bright red. Jerry sat there quietly looking between the two with his brows slightly raised. The teens need he felt for Jerry vanished and turned to fear. While Peter was happy.
"Charley, I thought you were going to let me pop your cherry! But Fang gets dibs!"Peter laughed while Charley grabbed a pillow and hid his face. Jerry had a hand over his mouth as he started laughing. Catching on to what Peter meant.
"Very naughty." Jerry purred as his eyes turned black. "You mislead me."
"Oh my god! I hate you guys!" Charley said angrily. Ignoring the waves of nausea that hit him as he moved and was replaced by a white hot coil of embarrassed hatred. "Go AWAY!"
"Oh Charley. Relax." Jerry said still laughing at how mortified the teen was now.
"I doubt he will." Peter snickered as he walked over and sat beside the teen. "Charley, your mates are two of the strangest. Weird shit is going to happen. Grow a pair Brewster! Oh come on Charley, relax. I'm joking!"
Charley ignored the both of them. Peter groaned. Mumbling about teenagers. Jerry looked at the both of them as he just observed. Amused by the two. Both children, and both men. Both his, Charley more than Peter. Charley ended up rolling over and getting into a mild defensive argument. He didn't understand why they were arguing in the first place.
"Besides, Fang Boy, just so you know necrophilia is against the law." Peter laughed again and Jerry growled at the sudden comment directed his way.
"I'm going to kill you very soon. Don't drag me into your issue Little Boy." Jerry warned. They both looked at him.
"Shut up Jerry!" They both said in the same tone. Annoyed. He blinked then narrowed his eyes. Biting his tongue and turned his eyes to the blanket.
"But seriously. Relax Charley. I've done it, I've been fucking drunk out of my mind quiet a bit. So I had to have a few times." Peter said then shook his head with.
"Pretty damn sure Mr. Pole-Up-His-Arse has done it. A lot. I mean, he's a bloody vampire."
"So, that doesn't mean that I'm ok with it. That's what I'm try to freaking say. God I hate you right now." Charley said with a yawn. Peter patted his shoulder.
"Yeah yeah. Don't get you're knickers in a bunch. I'm fucking hungry. Want something? I can make you a sandwich. Glass of milk. Cookies?" Peter asked as he started peeling off his beard with a grimace.
"Ow! Last time I ever drink my ass of with this on."
Charley grinned and yanked his arm that was tugging on the fake beard. Peter growled and jumped up. Swearing like no tomorrow while Charley laughed in victory. Jerry smiled watching the two.
"Ok, you can get your own bloody food you little bastard!" Peter grumbled and stormed off. Glancing back briefly with a grin before he ventured back down the hallway then music started playing. Charley laughed a little more before he hugged the pillow and laid back down. He glanced at the vampire nervously as a question plagued.
"Why didn't he ask about me? Abou-" The teen wondered out loud and was cut off by the vampires.
"Because he knows you fed me. And he won't ask about it until your alone. He knows why you're getting attached to a dead thing." He stated as he looked around the room slowly. Letting his words seep into the teens exhausted mind.
"Go to sleep Charley. You'll need it."
"I better not wake up to spooning with you or something." The teen mumbled slowly, hoping that he wasn't so close to the vampire. He sighed and closed his eyes. Jerry glanced at him and gave him the space he wanted.
"No promises." He said hungrily.
"You're such...a pervert!" Charley grumbled annoyed as he slowly fell asleep.
Jerry chuckled and looked towards the door as he let out a long slow breath. Peter seemed to still be under the memory wipe, he wouldn't know for sure until later. Peter could act, possibly. He was going to have to keep a close eye on the bastard. As he glanced towards the door, he caught a glimpse of him, with brief eye contact he knew.
Peter let out a small breath when he made eye contact with Jerry. He sighed and composed himself as he went back to the room while pulling his coat on. He remembered it all. But he was going to make this a separate thing, without the teens knowledge.
"Hey Dracula. Keep an eye on the place till I get back. I'm going to get him something to eat and something to replenish his blood." He said then turned away, giving Jerry a look that said everything.
"You can manage that much without fucking that up too right?"
Jerry stood up silently and went towards the door after Peter with an angry look. When he reached it, he stopped dead in his tracks. Peter stood there with his arm out holding a cross and a glare. Jerry's eyes turned black and he let out a small hiss. The magician tried his best to not be scared as he stepped away slowly, Jerry followed step by step.
"I know what you did. I remember. This isn't going to be a public battle. Just you and me without Brewster being involved." Peter stated boldly, despite his racing heart.
"Whatever Little Boy. You're both mine anyways. Can't change that." Jerry said as he stepped closer.
"You don't scare me anymore. This stays between us. Do you fucking understand me?" Peter said quietly and sternly.
"Peter, Peter, Peter. Always a cowardly lion. Big words and small actions."
By then they were face to face. Each giving a glare. Jerry suddenly grabbed hold of Peters face and watched as he twitched. Jerry grinned as he pulled him closer.
"You're going to watch as I destroy everything you love. Your life, your job maybe...Charley." He said then licked Peters lips with a growl.
Jerry shoved him away and turned back to the room. Peter stumbled and tears fell from his eyes as he breathed heavily. How was he going to manage this without Charley finding out? He was going to play friend when he was around. He turned and went to the elevator as he crossed his arms.
"Fuck..."
XX
TbC!