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The Truce 14
Charley stood by the door shortly after he heard Peter roar loudly from the living room. He should have gotten used to it since he crashed over at his place when ever the opportunity presented itself, but he wasn't. He tried to go back to sleep but he felt he had slept too much as it was. It went quiet after that, so he got worried and wanted to see if everything was alright. It was difficult for Charley getting out of bed. It stung awkwardly. Pins and needles rolled all over his skin that tingled unpleasantly with every movement and his limbs felt like jelly. It took him nearly ten minutes with a slower then a turtle pace, not completely trusting his body in this state to reach the door.
But as he stood there listening after opening it, what he heard was the sounds of Jerry and Peter talking and then they threatened one another viciously. He frowned and held his breath for a moment as he closed the door. Not wanting to hear another word. Charley felt as though it was his fault they were arguing in the first place. If he didn't come here last night, none of this would be happening. But then again, if he hadn't Jerry would be dead. Closing his eyes feeling guilty and leaned against the door frame.
His breaths were heavy and tired as he licked his dry, sticky lips carefully and moved back to the bed. Getting used to standing, he reached the bed much quicker. He leaned over and gasped as he looked at his arms, the strange paleness was frightening. He didn't notice this earlier.
Even in the dark room with the light coming from beneath the door, it was like his arms were glowing. He sighed loudly as he stood straight and lifted his shirt and looked at his stomach. It was just as white. He quickly went to the wall and the light turned on, wincing as he went to the dresser on the other side of the bed, a nervous chill rolled down his spine. He looked at himself and his heart froze.
He looked as pale as Jerry, but had dark rings under his eyes. Looking nothing like himself. Prodding his face softly he sighed out a long breath, he looked drained of life. Even Charley's green eyes seemed dull, and his lips were even paler then his face. He closed his eyes and leaned on the dresser. Overwhelmed as he realized what he had gotten himself into. What it was going to become.
Screwed up.
He wasn't sure what was happening with him and everything around him. It was a complete mess. He couldn't understand anything at all. How it all ended up like this and he did nothing to prevent it like a sane person would. Befriending a vampire and nearly dying on numerous occasions by that very vampire. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know why he begged Jerry to stay in Vegas. Not really. And since the night before Jerry displayed the most frightening possessiveness over him. He was terrified but yet it didn't really bother him. When it should make him want to run away, but he didn't feel that urge. Maybe he should have just listened to Peter's words and warnings to be careful.
There was some reason, a logical one, to explain all of this chaos. But he couldn't think straight with everything going on between himself and the two males. His mind working so hard that it began to hurt. But he didn't know what to do, this was the biggest jumble he has ever been apart of.
Making a frustrated sound and slammed his fist against the dresser and watched as it cracked the wood loudly. He gasped and stumbled back as he stared at the broken dresser top. His breaths quickened and he started to shake.
Charley raised his hand and there was a nasty looking gash on the side that was running a river of blood and rained on the carpet. What scared him even more was that it didn't hurt. Panicking he moved quickly towards the door and tore it open.
"PETER!" He cried out seeing the magician standing in the hallway.
"Charley? What's wrong?" He staggered over, his voice was sounding nervous. Seeing his hand he pointed to the bathroom and dragged him towards it.
"What the fuck did you do to your hand?" Peter demanded.
"I don't know! I hit the dresser, the fucking thing broke and I cut my hand!" Charley said quickly, staring at it as Peter pushed him into the room and onto the toilet.
"Wait, what? You broke my dresser? My two thousand dollar dresser!"
"Peter!" Charley exclaimed loudly.
"Ok, ok!Uh! What do I need? I need, uh I need, need..towel! Here!" He threw a small hand towel at the seen and made a small apology as it hit the boy in the face. Peter left the bathroom and then shouted something incoherent from another room. Charley stared at his hand blankly before he held the towel against it, looking to see Peter return a few minutes later carrying a red bag and emptied it onto the counter.
"OK! Gimme!" He said opening a bunch of packets and bandages before he snatched the hand. Charley leaned forward expecting to see a sloppy drunken mess about to happen as Peter took the towel off and tended to the wound with remarkable skill despite his drunken state.
"Wow, you're fast. Are you sure this is sanitary?" He asked oddly as he watched.
"Trust me Brewster, I'm a doctor." He snickered and wrapped a bandage around it. Charley didn't reply as he stared.
"But how the hell did you break it? That thing is rock fucking solid! Your bloody hand should be mangled if you broke it! How's this happening? How in the fuck of all things holy did you break it?" Peter questioned, getting more confused by the second as he stared at the freaked out teen. Charley shrugged as he raised his free arm as he opened his mouth, not sure what to even say.
"I, I don't know! I was just standing there and I hit it, I don't know! It just broke and it didn't hurt or anything! This doesn't hurt!" He said and slammed his hand against the counter really hard and Peter twitched as he watched.
"See? It doesn't hurt! What the hell!"
"Well don't fucking do that! Jesus! Why the fuck doesn't it hurt! What the fuck is going on?" He raised his voice a little more out of confusion and worry.
Charley rubbed his face and shook his head, unable to answer the question. Tears came to his eyes with his hands pressed over his mouth and he stood up and moved back and forth quickly as a dull ache filled the lower part of his face. He let out a sound and clenched his jaw as he winced as it hurt like nothing he ever experienced before. Peter stared at him blankly and frowned seeing the teen was in pain.
"You ok Brewster? You look like your going to fucking pass out!" Peter stated.
"Oh god! What the hell? My head fucking hurts man, I don-" He groaned as the pain stopped and suddenly his mouth filled with a strong irony taste. He felt a warmth trickle over his lips and down his chin in a thick line. He made a panicked noise and wiped at his chin quickly. A smear of blood covered his hand and he reached up to his mouth with a gasp and what he felt made him yell out in fear.
"Peter! I have fangs! What the fuck!" He cried out as tears fell from his eyes. His heart pounded so hard against his ribs it hurt and his limbs went icy cold as he stood there. Beginning to feel like he was going to faint.
Peter frowned confused and shook his head.
"What? The fuck do you mean you have fangs?"
"There are fangs in my mouth Peter!" Charley stressed loudly as he pointed at his mouth. He leaned over the sink and spit out blood that kept coming.
"What? Let me see!" He snapped getting just as freaked out as the teenager and stepped closer after the teen spit again. Charley opened his mouth and Peter's eyes went wide.
"WHOA! Yeah okay! Those are fangs! You have fangs! Charley, you have fucking fangs!" The magician pointed as his voice raised a little more.
"I know that!" Charley yelled back. Touching his mouth again, cutting his finger tips. "What the fuck! They are so sharp!"
"Why the fuck do you have fangs Charley?" His voice raised even more, earning an angry sound from his friend.
"How should I know!" He yelled even louder. "Why are you yelling at me!"
"I don't know!" Peter yelled again then rubbed his face.
"Stop yelling! Its not helping! In fact it making this worse! Where's Jerry?"
"I'm sorry! I can't help it! I'm freaked the fuck out! I panic, I yell! I don't know where he is, he took off before you came out!" He yelled again then rubbed his face quickly again and groaned.
"Okay, okay! Uh, call Fang! Tell him to get back here as soon as possible. Or no, I'll call the fucker, you stay here and clean up this mess." Peter said after a moment trying to think clearly as he dug into his pockets for his phone.
Charley didn't know what to do, so following what Peter said he turned the tap on and started cleaning up all the blood. Trying to keep from moving his mouth as he gurgled a mouth of water and spat it out.
He looked in the mirror seeing a strange sight. He could still see himself but he seemed dead white and the dark rings under his eyes were gone. He looked at his mouth and opened slowly, making a disturbed face seeing the elongated teeth. They weren't seriously long, but they were noticeable and sharp. He touched them lightly as he breathed out.
Glancing to the side he saw Peter pacing with his phone against his ear, an anxious look on his face. He growled and lowered the phone, Jerry probably didn't answer. Peter dialed again and looked at Charley.
"Anything?" Charley asked carefully, prodding his teeth with his tongue. Feeling that the inside of his cheeks were cut pretty bad, and it still didn't hurt. Peter shook his head with a sigh then yelled loudly.
"You! Fucker! Get back here right now!" Peter commanded.
"Because! No! Charley has fangs you freaking son of a bitch! Why would I lie about that!" Peter growled into the phone.
"He's not lying!" Charley interjected angrily. "Get back here now!"
"No, sooner then that." Peter snapped and ended the call.
"Well he is on his way back. Ten minutes he said. My guess is longer. Probably wasn't a good idea to have yelled at him." The magician said as he scratched the back of his head. Charley nodded and leaned against the counter, calming down slightly. He was pissed off and scared, but relieved that he was coming. He turned to face Peter slowly as he thought on wha was happening.
"What is happening to me? Do you know at all?" He asked weakly, terrified and astounded at the same time.
Peter gave him a look that meant he had no proper answer. Charley groaned and pushed past him to the living room as he dragged his hand along the wall for support as the weakness slowly returned.
"I'm sorry Charley, but I have no fucking idea! I've never heard of this or anything! I wish I did, but I don't! Maybe the vampire knows more. We just have to wait for his dead face to show up." He said, sounding hopeful and yet worried. "He has too."
He said as he sat down in a chair across from the teen. He sat back and tried to think if he knew anything at all. After a few minutes of thinking, Peter had nothing. Drawing a blank. He looked over at the teen who sat there with his fingers in his mouth. He couldn't help but laugh, it reminded him of a young child.
"Charley get your hands out of your mouth." He giggled.
"Why are you laughing!" The teen blinked at him.
"Because you look adorable. Like a little baby Charley Brewster." He shook his head and Charley scowled at him and sat back with his arms crossed.
"Not funny. You try having fangs all of a sudden and keep still." He grumbled, looking out the window. He laughed at what he said briefly, he sighed and looked towards the elevator doors as he clamped his mouth shut.
Wishing they would open and reveal the one person he hated at the moment. But nothing happened. The minutes ticked by but felt like hours.
Finally they heard the familiar set of footsteps echoing through the silent penthouse. Charley and Peter looked at each other quickly and jumped out of the chairs as Jerry strode into the room, wiping blood from his throat still. Stopping immediately when he looked at Charley, his eyes turned black and he growled deeply. Peter and Charley stopped and moved back at the sudden change. The teenager cringed and looked down for a moment.
"Whoa! Settle down Jerry!" Peter urged carefully as he held his hands up as Charley hid behind him. Staring at the vampire with a mild glare. Jerry blinked and took a strong stance. Charley took a breath and stepped forward.
"Dude! What the hell did you do to me?" Charley demanded and moved towards him. Jerry growled again and stepped back, looking like he was going to jump at him and attack.
Charley stopped and stared at him with a small frown. Jerry eyed him up and stared to frown as well. The teen slowly moved towards him again with careful steps while the vampire sniffed towards him and then smirked darkly. This was unexpected.
"Oh this isn't good..." He said as he looked between then two and smirked quickly then it faded just as fast.
"What did you do to me?" He asked again and Jerry stepped back.
"I never counted on this happening. This is bad." He replied. He narrowed his eyes and looked away as he breathed.
"Bad? How bad...Jerry? How bad?" Peter asked as he moved forward.
"Charley isn't going to have just fangs for the next few weeks. Other things are going to show up if they haven't already. This has never happened in centuries." He stated and glared at the boy. Charley blinked at the glare and felt hurt by it, why was he glaring so hatefully? The teen let a breath out and stared at the floor.
"Other things? Like what?" He asked nervously.
"All the perks of being a vampire Charley. Your touch, taste, hearing, strength, speed, everything. You're like a vampire out of some girly movie, but you don't sparkle." He said bitterly and crossed his arms.
"Only downfall is that I'm going to want to hurt you every time I'm near you." Jerry said darkly and looked away.
"Why?"" He asked.
"Because you smell like a vampire, not a human. Not good for you." Jerry stated.
Charley gawked fearfully and stepped back, understanding the hateful glare now. He nodded and moved further away, seeing him relax slightly the further he was. But this was beyond messed up for him, he didn't know how to process this. He rubbed his face and turned to the window.
"How the fuck is that the only downfall?" Peter chimed. "I think there's more then that as a downfall. He has fangs for fuck sakes!"
Peter continued to shout and defend Charley. Jerry continued to be bitter and mad for a crazy reason. The two casted angry shouts at each other for what felt like forever and Charley cried silently as he stared out at the city. His tears the only thing that gave him warmth as they fell. His mind hurt, his body was foreign to him. He didn't understand anything now.
Hugging himself and took long quiet breaths, holding down everything inside. This was becoming too much to handle. This should have ended a long time ago in the basement, he should have stuck with Peter's plan to torch Jerry and stake him. It should have ended there. Charley walked closer to the glass and looked down slowly with a dead look on his face. He was so exhausted and tired of everything, making him become desensitized to all the violence and blood, and even death. His heart stopped as fear crept into his veins, what if waS going to become a monster like Jerry?
"Stop!" Charley said while looking over his shoulder and glanced at the two as they still argued and threatened one another. Not even noticing his word at all. Saying it again, and still nothing. He grabbed a table and flung it at the window, turning towards them and yelled loudly as the panel exploded in a shower of shards that fell to the floor to the ground below. The two stopped immediately and stared at him blankly.
"Shut up! Goddamn it! Just shut up! Am I the only one who is seeing this as beyond fucked up?" Charley said with a scared shout. He yelled again and kicked a chair and watched it fly across the room. He moaned in hatred as he looked at them again.
"I can't take this! Any of it! I'm done! I'm not supposed to know this shit! Let alone fucking become it! I'm not supposed to fucking care about a vampire!" He said to nobody but himself. He laughed and looked away from them slowly, giving a blank teary stare at nothing. Peter stepped forward and Charley stepped back. Jerry moved forward and started to raised a hand as Charley stepped back again.
"Vampires don't exist!" Charley roared angrily.
"Charley...move away from there! Please fucking move." Peter demanded fearfully, a terrified look came over his face and he held his hand up. "Charley!"
Jerry made a noise and twitched as he watched the teen turned to the window. He started to move back and forth slightly, getting ready to spring forward. He glanced at Peter then back to Charley, feeling a small sting of fear seeing the boy move closer to it. Fear of possibly losing what was his. Charley blinked as everything went blurry on him and he became disoriented. He made a noise as he realize he might pass out at any second as his ears started ringing loudly and he felt sick and dizzy. He stumbled back as he couldn't stand straight, Peter and Jerry cried out at the same time as everything vanished on him.
He heard himself make a noise as he fell from the window.
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