Oh how I enjoy watching you squeal when it just suddenly stops after it starts to get really good and your all like "AH! BASTARD! WHY! NUUUUUUUUUUUUU! WTH!" It makes me giggle. And your probably smirking while reading this because you said at least one of those. See, there! Right there on your luscious lips. Mmmmmm. Teehee.

Anyways, enough of your schinanagans! Continue on I say!

The Truce 15

As the floor vanished beneath his feet and the dizzy spell made him blind for a moment and his ears rang loudly, Charley felt the pull of gravity and massive butterflies in his gut as the free fall started. Like the moment on the highest rollarcoster just after it starts to drop quickly. He managed to cry out in terror as the penthouse grew further away, reaching his hands out towards it as the wind rushed by loudly as he fell. His whole body felt icy with untold terror and a sickening realization filled his veins. Growling out, unable to stop what was coming. Charley felt he would die from being scared so bad. The only thing on his mind was wishing he hadn't been so close to the window.

A stupid thought it was. But being trapped between needing to pass out and being completely awake, it was hard to think of anything else as the ground grew closer. This was surreal. Praying to God that this was just a scary dream and he was laying on the floor of Peter's penthouse, safe and sound.

The dizziness reached new heights as he plummeted head first fighting the wind that pushed against him from all angles, his arms out stretched at his sides and trying to grasp at nothing as he breathed heavily. His eyes tearing as the wind burned them with intensity. His mind racing in circles with what was going to happen and he felt so much fear that he just stared at the ground that was growing closer. He was going to die! He couldn't even scream, he was so terrified. Charley was going to hit the ground and die. What a way to go.

Figuring he had only seconds left of his life, he shut his eyes and begged silently that his words wouldn't leave a hateful reminder on Jerry and Peter. Giving a sad but quick apology to his mother and Amy. Wishing things were different and better than this. Trying to make peace with everything. Momentarily at ease as Charley held his breath, just feeling the wind rush around his numb body for the last time.

His heart stopped as he opened his eyes suddenly.

He glanced back towards the sky at his feet hearing a loud screech within the sound of rushing wind. He saw Jerry was falling right after him, shouting something as he fell with skill and was getting closer and closer. His legs drawn up slightly and his arms out as his clawed hands scooped the air. A determined look on his face as his lips moved again and another shout came from him. It almost looked like he was flying as he leaned forward and reached out.

Turn? Jerry had shouted that. He didn't understand what that meant. Turn what? Turn? Feeling like he had been falling forever when Charley finally breathed in, reaching his hands out towards him as the word finally clicked in his mind. He forced himself to lean forward as he made a fearful noise, his fingers inches from the vampire's claws but seemed so much further away. Daring not to look anywhere but at the black voids that held his gaze.

Charley screamed out as another gust of wind turned him away and pushed him further from the vampire, through the wind and his terrified heartbeat he heard Jerry scream his name. His eyes caught a brief glimpse of the earth and it was much closer then he wanted it to be. Too close. He slammed his eyes shut and cried out, fearing the worst to happen as arms circled around his chest and was turned away. The arms squeezed him protectively before they hit the ground with a loud thud.

The vampire made the most freakish noise Charley had ever heard before he cried out in agony himself after finally breathing again. Air being forced out of his lungs as the impact rocked his body harder then anything he could ever imagine. His head was protected by Jerry's large arm but it didn't stop the whiplash as he landed on his side. After a moment of riding out the numbing waves of torment, he rolled onto his back as he tried to breath. Gasping with effort as his chest ached with the smallest inhale. He was dazed and in utter agony as he lay there. But the fall didn't hurt him as bad as it did Jerry.

He took most of the impact. Jerry had saved his life.

The sounds he was making were truly horrific as the creature twitched violently twice, soft wet cries and growls came from Jerry before he fell silent and still. The teen slowly tried to move as he realized the creature beside him wasn't moving at all after a long moments silence. Looking over at the pale face that stared blankly at the sky. Jerry looked very peaceful even with his shining black eyes, a little too peaceful. As fear started to fill his body Charley ignored his own suffering as he saw the back of Jerry's head, seeing it was crushed and there was blood flowing all over the grass surrounding his head.

Charley gasped out and moved to sit up but sharp pains filled his arm and leg then went numb, preventing him from moving for a moment. Wincing as he breathed heavily and moaned out, his senses slowly telling him that they were laying in the darkness and on grass. In raging off and on pain but alive none the less. Becoming aware of what this would look like he immediately sat up, groaning at the throbbing aches all over his body. This pain brought tears and sobs out like he was a child. But there was no time to worry about that.

Holding his breath as he moved and turned towards Jerry, grabbing the front of his shirt with a trembling hand and shook him once with difficulty. Cradling his useless arm as he waited a moment as he noticed the disturbing angle his legs were to his torso. He looked away disgusted and felt sick. Waiting a moment before he looked back at him and shifted into a half sitting position.

"Jerry..." He croaked out and dropped his head as a raging ache started too build inside his skull. Groaning weakly and looked around as everything started having doubles, wiping the tears from his eyes as he breathed. No response from Jerry yet either.

"Come on man. Please!" He said weakly as he looked towards the mess behind his head and saw that it was nearly done healing. He dropped down onto Jerry's chest and breathed out as his aching back gave out on him. Having next to no energy left, Charley became a dead weight and just stared at the grass as he laid on the vampire. Listening to the silence behind the sculpted muscles where a heartbeat should have been. Wanting to move again but it just hurt too much and his body wouldn't move properly, well his one leg wouldn't. Or his arm for that matter. The teen raised his head slowly.

"Wake up." He begged weakly and patted the vampires chest as hard as he could. Still the vampire didn't move as he stared blankly at the sky, Charley dropped his head again. He felt Jerry twitch beneath him after a few minutes, relief washing through him. Despite the anger the boy held for him. Charley forced himself to move up quickly, but only succeeded in pushing himself backwards. Flipping backwards the ground with a groan, frowning with his eyes shut and decided to just stop moving. Being still meant no more pain. No pain meant he could relax. Relaxing sounded great.

This was becoming far too much for him to handle anymore and he let go slowly. Giving into the exhaustion and physical weakness. Passing out a minute later hearing the sounds of the vampire's resurrection before everything went black.

Jerry sat up quickly with a groan of his own after he gasped inwardly, holding the back of his head for a moment with both hands as he clenched his jaw with a small growl. His mangled spine straightened out in loud cracks and pops while he sat up. Deciding that a stake in the chest was nothing compared to this tremendous ache he felt in his head and back. Pulling his hands away and stared at the blood coating his palms with a smirk. Looking over slowly as the pain was fading fast, blinking away the doubled vision as he looked over at the figure next to him.

"Charley.." He breathed out while wiping his hands on his pants.

A second later he was kneeling beside him, leaning down as he smelled teen slowly. Giving a light growl because he still smelt like a vampire, but his heart was still beating in a strong, slow pace. He closed his eyes briefly, letting out a breath before he smelt the sweetness of marrow. Tilting his head he breathed in quickly as his eyes dropped to Charley's arm and leg. Seeing his pale white skin on his arm was swollen and was beginning to turn purple. The bones were broken and were leaking marrow into his system. Charley was in danger of poisoning himself.

Jerry picked up the teen's arm and felt around the bruising quickly, finding the break. He clamped his hand around his arm with one squeeze as he glanced at the teens face. Hearing and feeling the bone be set, he moved towards the teen's leg. Jerry turned his eyes to Charley's face again and watched him for a moment. Seeing that the kid could still feel the pain even as he was knocked out cold. Watching tears fall from his closed eyes with silent fascination. Watching as they slid along the skin and disappeared into his hair.

These two were always full of surprises, Charley and Peter. Charley more then anything. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out why this happened the way it did. How was it possible that this teen could fight off the dominating vampire side and only have his physical features effected. He frowned suddenly as he glanced around in brief thought. It couldn't be possible that Charley was one of the rare humans born that couldn't be turned and instead absorbs the traits till the vampiric side dies out on it own. Clenching his jaw and narrowed his eyes at the figure before him.

If that's what this was, than he was going to loose the kid anyways down the road. If Charley could never be turned, he could never be truly his. Jerry blinked and chuckled softly as he dropped his head, feeling disappointment. Which would explain why the teen didn't die after he fed from him, he was brought close enough to death that his body saved itself by using the ingested blood from yesterday. Or if he was turning already. Two possibilities. Two unknown answers till the dawn.

He turned his eyes back to the teenagers damaged leg and ran his hands along the limb as he felt for the break. Finding it just in the middle of his thigh. A tricky spot. Again, he positioned his hands around the break and squeezed as it cracked lightly causing Charley's foot to twitch. Carefully feeling that he had set it properly. Legs were always the most difficult to fix, with all the muscles and such that made it harder to feel the bone. He pressed his thumb against Charley's inner thigh and felt the bones shift into place with a final faint crack.

Now that they were set, in about two days hopefully, he will be like new again. He looked around quickly as he put his hands on his thighs and breathed the air in, if he didn't move fast then they would be discovered at any second as he smelled a large amount of humans behind the decorative long grass and trees in front of them. He crouched over Charley as he touched the side of his face, smiling softly as he studied how peaceful he seemed for a moment. His Charley.

"Looks like you owe me again, Sport." He mumbled before he glanced at the teens lips, loving the way they failed to hide his new fangs. Running his thumb along those lips carefully as he smirked. He liked this change, the adapted vampirism suited Charley in his opinion. He wore it well. Jerry picked him up carefully and vanished from the bloody impact zone as he headed for the parking lot in the back, looking around for the stairs to get back into Peter's.

A small ache rolled through his head suddenly and he had to stop. He leaned his back against the building and closed his eyes, kneeling down carefully as he hugged Charley against him. The damage from the fall was much more delayed then he first thought. Since this was the first time he let himself take the blow after falling from that height, he wasn't sure what to expect. It made him uneasy but it would be gone with the next feasting. He grabbed for his phone and dialed Peter, who was probably having another heart attack. He didn't push talk yet as he looked down at Charley. Debating if he should call Peter or let him panic longer. Noticing that Charley was becoming half aware he pressed the call button and listened to the ring back with a raised brow. Wincing as Peter suddenly was screaming in his ear, holding it away briefly from his head.

"My head hurts, so don't yell." He snapped flatly and the magician fell silent.

"Is he alright? Oh god, please tell me he's alright!" Peter demanded reluctantly, sounding too terrified to hear the news. Jerry took a slow breath inward, prolonging his reply with a mischievous grin.

"Jerry! Is he alright?" Peter shouted and Jerry laughed.

"Just battered and bruised. But Charley's alive, if that's what you're asking." He said slowly as the ache in his head faded. Cradling the boy closely as he pulled the phone away, hearing Peter make a very loud noise of relief. He scowled briefly aS he put the phone to his ear again. Charley shifted slightly and buried his face into his shoulder with a tiny moan.

"Stop your damn shouting Peter. I'll be up there soon."

He hung up and looked down at Charley slowly, seeing his eyes were slightly open and was trying to say something. He narrowed his eyes as he heard the teen faintly whisper a meaningful thank you. Jerry sighed with a small grin and rolled his eyes. Always the grateful one he was. Never stopped apologizing and thanking people.

"Charley, what did I tell you about thanking me? I said don't ever thank me." He purred darkly as he ran his sharp nails along the teens jaw. Charley managed a smirk as he leaned against his hand, trying to focus on Jerry's face.

"I bet..if I hit you in the face it would really hurt now." He said slowly as he fought to stay awake, the smirk turning into a cocky grin. Jerry chuckled and looked around before turning his eyes back to him, dropping his face closer to the teens till they were ghosting over them.

"Mmmm. I can't wait for that. I like it when you try to hurt me Charley." He growled hotly as he started to stand up, trying to ignore the teens hand that was now clinging to the collar of his shirt. Charley let out a small breath as the vampires face moved away.

"Such a pervert." The teen stated.

"Don't act like you don't like it." He retorted in the same accusing tone. The teen made a disagreeing noise.

"Go to sleep Charley, you're going to need. Tomorrow is going to be horrible on account of your idiocy." Jerry purred tenderly, watching as the teens head started falling back and passed out again with one last insult.

"Douchebag."

Jerry blinked then smiled briefly as he entered the building and went towards the stairs quickly. Not quite sure what that insult meant but it was funny to him. Casting a careful glance around before crossing the floor towards the stairwell. Going up the stairs as fast as he could, getting weary of having the kid so close. Kicking his foot against the door and waited for Peter to open the door as the ache in his head returned. This was unpleasant.

Peter rushed towards the door and flung it open, letting out a relieved sigh. Seeing the glistening blood on the back of Jerry's head he frowned and stepped aside as the vampire pushed past him.

"Let me in the room." He said over his shoulder.

"Uh, oh right! Uh, go on in. What the fuck happened to you Fang?" Peter asked and followed him into the room.

"What do you think happened? I fell and broke myself. Painted the ground a pretty red color." He said getting annoyed by Peter already. Jerry walked into the room and went over to the bed, smelling blood in the room. He looked at the dresser and saw the broken top, and a trail of blood leading from the dresser to the door.

Setting the teen down in the bed and let Peter tend to Charley as he walked over to the dresser and blinked. It looked like someone took a sledgehammer to the top. The wood was strong and thick, even he would have to put effort into breaking it. He crossed his arms as he glanced over at Peter who was feeling the teen's forehead.

"He is really hot. Is that good?" He asked stupidly, looking more relieved that they both were there in front of him and not dead.

"Yeah." Jerry replied and headed away from the dresser slowly. So Charley was never going to be his. If the boy was turning he would have been icy cold but instead he was burning hot. A sad look crept over Jerry's face as he glanced at Charley. Finding that it wasn't fair to him. "He will be fine in a few days."

"And you? You alright?" Peter asked honestly. As he moved towards the vampire and crossed his arms.

"Like you care." Jerry stated as he started walking away from the room, giving a spiteful glare. Holding down the anger that was growing.

Peter stood there stunned and blinked as he saw the sad look he casted at the teen, then the anger in Jerry's eyes. He was trying to hide being very sad. He knew that move. He himself used it all the time. Peter took a breath and glanced at Charley then back to the door. Jerry was sad because of Charley, or something to do with him at least. Biting his lip for a moment then scowled. Wishing he knew why. Hearing the vampires footsteps head to the living room, he followed and called after him.

"What's your fucking problem now? Really!" Peter asked as he walked into the living room. "Your more moody then a teenaged girl."

"Never mind Peter. It isn't important to you anyways, keep your nose out of it." Jerry said as he moved towards the window, the glass crunching under his feet as he stood there looking down. The wind was strong, whipping at his shirt and some of his hair that wasn't slicked down by his blood. Jerry stood straight and breathed inward slowly as his eyes scanned over the lights of the strip. Peter walked up towards him slowly.

"We are going to have to put our differences aside if we are going to be around each other more often." Peter said slowly then looked to the side at the vampire.

"Says you."

"Oh my god! Your so thick headed!" Peter growled and walked away. Giving up on trying to do anything else tonight.

"You can stand guard Dracula. I'm going to bed before you give me an aneurysm." Peter commented as he headed to his bedroom. The door slammed shut a minute later.

Jerry didn't respond, but agreed silently. Whether Peter said it or not. He was going to stand guard here until the sun forced him away. He took another deep breath as he looked below and frowned. Not liking how soft he was becoming because of these two. It wasn't like him to just change everything he did to make someone other then himself happy. His own stupidity and needs were the cause of this big problem. He still had a few more days to decide if he was going to leave the city and move on. He decided then that once Charley had returned to normal without any problems, he was going to leave.

One more month he decided. He looked over his shoulder slowly and turned towards the room again.

XX

TBC!