Oh the joys that inflame my heart. Glad you like this so much! And damn rights I'm the friggen reigning queen of cliffhangers! No one can top me. Least I hope not...heh

I'm planning to write another random shituation after I'm done with this story. But I have next to nothing for ideas. PM me with suggestions!

What's going to happen now? Think about it. It could be anything... Frightening isn't it. You like it, so stop acting like that. Anyways, if you wish to find out what happens now then saunter on down and find out cheezenip! :D

Sorry, very odd hyper brain disfucntionation thingy just happened. I OWN NOTHIN but the plot.

The Truce 18

Charley walked into the principle's office nervously looking at the police officers. Slowly sitting down after he was left alone with them. His mind drawing a blank as he tried to figure out what they wanted with him, which was extremely unnerving. But their faces were slightly familiar, but he couldn't place where he seen them before. His phone vibrated in his hand and he glanced down quickly and read Jerry's reply.

'Call but hide the phone.'

Charley took a breath and discreetly moved his thumb around as he placed the call while the two cops introduced themselves. Charley didn't pay attention. Turning his head slightly as he strained his hearing to listen for the vampire's voice, taking a slow breath.

His ears started to ring loudly before everything around him amplified in seconds. Taking a quick moment to find the low purr of Jerry's voice below the constant ringing. Attempting to ignore the low pounding of two hearts so close and lively. He couldn't help but be dazed for a second. The teen nodding his head when they asked if he was feeling alright.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He said softly, growing tired of being asked that.

"Clear your throat if you can hear me."

Charley cleared his throat quickly and looked up at the officers, listening to the vampire instructing him to start the conversation. Swallowing the massive lump that formed in his throat, the boy forced calmness on himself to avoid frantic thoughts.

"So...what is this about?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head briefly. His unusually bright green eyes looking between the two figures.

"Well, we tried to reach you over the past few days, and failed to get a hold of you. Obviously. It's abut the incident that occurred last week." One of them said, drawing up a chair to sit across from him. Charley blinked hearing that.

"Ask them what incident." The vampire's faint voice urged.

"Okay...uh, what incident?" He asked, holding down the nervousness he was starting to feel. Trying to make himself appear calm when he wasn't really. He shifted in the chair and leaned forward slightly as he blinked.

"Well, I'm sure you know which one. You can't forget that in a week, kid." The second officer said with a disbelieving tone.

Charley shook his head briefly and looked down at the floor. Fearing this might be something really bad. Only two things had happened with him in the last week that would bring the cops around. Jerry, or Mark.

But he wasn't sure which one it was about, so he stayed quiet for a moment. The pulsing feeling in his chest had gotten a little stronger.

"Just play along Charley." Jerry's voice cautioned.

"Okay. So, what do you want from me? It was a week ago. It's over and done with." He said carefully, choosing his words with caution in case he jumped to the wrong conclusion. That was the last thing he wanted to do. But glad Jerry's voice was aiding him.

"We are following up on the assault charge that was laid on you b-"

Charley blinked and interrupted the man with a relieved laugh. They looked at him oddly and he shook his head. Chuckling even more when he heard Jerry laughing at him with pure amusement.

"You can handle this on your own Charley." The vampire said with a pleased tone.

"Oh man. Sorry, yeah. Ok. Uh, sorry. I was thinking of something else." He said with some honesty with a smile, putting his phone in his pocket after the vampire hung up. He took a breath and gave them an apologetic smile. Relieved that it wasn't the other incident from the previous week.

"Sorry, its been a weird few days. But Mark really charged me? Why? He was the one who started it, and why am I the one being punished? Again." Charley said with a shake of his head. Annoyance replaced the relief quickly.

One problem on top of another. The teen was beginning to think it wouldn't end.

"Well, son, you sure as hell finished it. He chose to press charges against you for the fight." The first one replied, making Charley wish he paid attention to their introductions and learn their names. Glancing at the man's name tag, he saw a name he would never be able to pronounce properly.

He made a face with a small shrug as he looked towards the window, letting out a long breath as he closed his eyes while feeling the throb in his chest grow to a strong slow pulse. A heavy feeling that faded slowly for a few moments before it repeated. Slowly being drawn in by the powerful sounds of their hearts. His lips parted and he let out a sigh.

"Well what do you need me for?" He asked as he turned his gaze to them, snapping out of the trance. He started to fidget. The teen felt an odd burn in the ends of his fingers, glancing at his hand with a small frown at the mild discomfort.

"We need to get your side of the story and go from there. Are you sure your alright? You look like you're going to be sick." The first officer asked with concern. Charley took a breath and looked at him.

"I..uh, I'm alright. Just feel a bit weird." He said and cleared his throat. "But ok, let's get this over and done with."

"Alright. I'll need you to fill out a statement. Write down exactly everything he said, and what you said. Everything that happened word for word on this sheet." He said as he handed Charley a clipboard with a colored sheet of paper.

The pale figure nodded as he took the clipboard and reached in his bag for a pen. Annoyed that he had to do this, but it couldn't be avoided if he was being charged for beating Mark to a pulp. He let out a small breath as he began to write everything down.

Describing how he was just minding his own business that day when Mark came up to him, asking to have a word and started saying things about personal matters, and very horrible things about his best friend who passed away less then a year ago. He started scowling as he wrote it down. Feeling the anger bubble in his blood just thinking about those cruel words again, but he kept writing. He finished it a half hour later and stood up.

"Here. I'm done. So is that it, or are you going to arrest me or something." He said a little bitterly, catching the two cops off guard with his sudden rudeness.

"Sorry. Just remembering this isn't sitting well with me." He said faintly.

"I see. Well, that's it for now. We'll contact you again soon once a court date is established." They said as the angry teen picked his bag up, pausing and took a card from one of them. Freezing as he looked at his nails. They were beginning to bleed. Charley quickly took the card before they noticed.

"That's the case number and my cell number since I'm handling this." The man said plainly.

His breaths quickened as he closed his hands into fists and crossed his arms. Freaked out that the burning intensified to a painful sting. The boy was about to say something when he felt the fangs returning. Realizing that he was going to expose himself if he didn't leave the office immediately. He ducked his head and breathed out. Feeling the beginnings of something he didn't understand. A darker feeling creeping into his mind.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." He said weakly and quickly left the office, nearly ripping the door from its hinges as he burst out of the room and ran outside as this dark feeling grew.

Hearing a growing tidal wave of pounding beats all around him, crashing against his ears causing him to clench his jaw and emit a low growl. He looked around seeing that there was a lot of people around now that lunch was minutes away, some casted strange glances in his direction.

"Get a hold of yourself!" Charley whispered to himself.

He moved towards the shaded part of the front and dropped against the building as he covered his ears and breathed in and out slowly. Trying to shut out the sounds as he felt the fangs grow longer, the throb building to a faint ache.

The ache Jerry warned him about.

Charley sat there for minutes on end, trying to regain control of everything as a strong urge to sate a powerful hunger came over his mind. When his ears finally stopped ringing he dropped his hands, letting out a gasp seeing that small rivers of blood were running from his nails.

"Oh what the fuck is this...!" He made a disgusted face seeing that on nearly every finger, that the nail bed had split open and a sharp point was growing out. Charley looked around quickly, seeing no one close to him for now, he started wiping the blood onto the grass.

"Fuck!" He stood up and tried to breath calmly. Panic over taking him as his nails kept bleeding, but in a thinner flow. Realizing that with him freaking out like this, he was going to make things a lot worse. Closing his eyes and took a few long breaths, trying to clear his head as he covered his face. Jumping when his phone started ringing.

Snatching it out of his pocket with a scowl and saw Amy's number on the screen. He held his breath and forced himself to calm down enough to think straight as he slowly raised the device to his ear.

"Hey Amy." He answered, surprised at how calm he sounded. "How's it going?"

"Charley! Why haven't you called me back? I've been freaking out about you!" She said quickly. "What's going on with you lately?"

"Sorry, just some, uh, crazy shit has been going on. I'm really sorry if I made you worry so much. It's just complicated, to say the least." He said with a flat tone, a little annoyed that she talked to him like they were still dating. The teen looked around slowly as the smell of his own blood made his mind drift.

"Okay... Are you alright? Like really alright? What happened last week? Its been all over the news. Were you really there? I know it was that thing, but were you there too?" She asked carefully, Charley frowned. Of course she would piece it together. But when he thought about it, he didn't remember a damn thing. Just an empty space from falling asleep at Peter's then waking up at home. Not even a dream in between. Just a blissful silence.

"I'm alright. Alive and surviving I guess. And no, I wasn't there. I was actually under house arrest for beating Mark up, and being suspended from school. And getting super drunk with Peter." He replied with a small chuckle, licking the fangs slowly as he gazed at his nails that were now mostly displaying small claws. He started to feel like a cat.

"You got drunk with Peter." She asked, sounding disbelieving.

"Uh, yeah. Was really fun actually." He stated.

"Well, I tried to call your house, your mom said that you were busy every time I called. I even tried Peter, but he said the same thing! I'm just worried about you. Especially if your still hanging out with HIM." She said with a little loathing.

"Huh? Him? You mean Jerry." He asked with a smirk and shook his head. Not liking where this conversation was going.

"Yeah. What's with you anyways. You've changed Charley. What's going with you lately? It's like you, Peter and Jerry are always together, according to your mom. She made it seem like you three were inseparable! Don't you think that's just a little messed up?" Amy snapped suddenly.

Charley frowned and stared at the ground. It was messed up, he knew that but he didn't care. But then again, it wasn't any of her business. It hasn't been for three months.

"Why are you getting mad that I'm still talking to him? I kind of had to after risking MY life over and over to save yours. Not to mention the entire neighborhood! Sure he has his asshole douchebag moments, but he isn't that bad." He snapped back, and glaring at the ground now as he heard her scoff bitterly in his ear.

The teen drew his lip back and bared his teeth at nothing. Blinking realizing what he just did.

"Charley, that thing isn't someone you just han-"

"Amy, stop. What I do with my time is my business. That includes who I talk to. We aren't dating anymore so you don't get to snap at me like you are right now. Look. I'm alright, my life is great. Sort of. I'm sorry for worrying like I did, but I'm handling everything. I'll talk to you another time maybe." He said sounding angry as hung up on her.

Putting the phone in his pocket and rubbed his face again with a breath. This was too much. He wanted to go home. At least there, he wouldn't have so many factors weighing against him like they were right now, or have to worry about anyone seeing him. But he couldn't just leave on his first day back. He had to stick it out as best as he could.

He leaned against the building and looked at his hands quietly while ignoring the faint ache inside his chest. The small, sharp nails were unnerving to look at. The boy closed his eyes and breathed out.

Telling himself to calm down, everything was going to be fine. Everything was alright. If worse came to worse, he would just go to Jerry's. He still lived in the same house.

The teen's fangs receded slightly after a minute of him relaxing and thinking of nothing, turning to small sharp points rather then the long fangs they were a moment ago. Swallowing as he bumped his head against the concrete as the bell rang for the lunch hour to start.

Charley scooped up his bag and slowly made his way to the cafeteria, rubbing the back of his head. Maybe eating something will make him feel better, he hoped. His eyes stared down at the ground as he merged into the crowds of students heading towards the lunchroom. Keeping his hands in his pockets as he looked up and around in case Mark tried to sneak up on him.

As the minutes passed, there was no sign of Mark, and he wasn't in the mood for food. Knowing that he needed to eat anyways he grabbed a few pieces of fruit and went back outside. Ignoring the stares and questions about his eyes. Maybe he should have brought sunglasses today.

He sat down beneath a large tree and bit into the apple quickly, not biting of a chunk for a minute as he faded briefly into the calming sensation it brought. Closing his eyes as he pulled the apple away and bit down again. The feeling of his teeth breaking through the apple skin was so soothing. He did it again, but with more force.

"What am I doing?" Charley opened his eyes and stared at the fang marked fruit dumbly. Why did he just do that?

Blinking as he looked at his nails against the apple. They resembled Jerry's. He dropped the apple and hid his hands when two girls walked past him and giggled. He smiled softly at them, his heart pounding.

He blinked and looked away as he rubbed his chest slowly, wincing as the ache suddenly pounded painfully. He shut his eyes and breathed out, not allowing it to cloud his mind. Charley opened his eyes and looked at his finger tips again. His broken nails stuck out awkwardly and he made a face as he pinched the nail on his thumb, it came off easily.

"Oh god that's so gross!" He said to himself, feeling very disturbed and examined his thumb.

This new nail had already covered the whole spot like brand new. He dropped the piece he held and started pulling the rest off, biting his lip carefully.

"God...what else is going to happen?" Charley sighed in dismay and grabbed his backpack, starting to pick for something to do, and grabbed something from his work from last week he really needed to finish.

With pure luck and a growing mastery of sneaking and discretion, Charley managed to survive his first day of school as a half vampire. It was beyond stressful. Once or twice he had nearly gave into the dark urge that was screaming at him in the back of his head.

It had been hard for him to get any work done with his nails being claws. He hardly talked either, to hide the fangs that kept getting longer, then smaller. He was just surprised that he didn't have a problem with his eyes changing. Or Mark for that matter. It was a surprisingly dark afternoon. Thick grey clouds growled and threatened to rain.

The feeling in his chest was now a painful sensation. As he walked home, whenever it pulsed, Charley nearly cried out. Determined to stick it through and hope it would fade away. He wasn't going to ask for Jerry's help just yet. Getting tired of it, Charley broke into a run. Pushing himself to go as fast as he could to get home quicker. Bursting through the front door and slammed it shut as he went upstairs.

The teen dropped onto his bed and curled into a ball as he cradled his chest. Wishing the dark to come quicker. He shut his eyes and stayed silent for a long time, hoping that he would be granted the joys of sleep.

He wasn't sure now if he could handle being like this and trying to live a normal life. It was too much to deal with. Too many thing could go wrong. The teen took a deep breath as he laid on his bed, letting it out as a low pounding creeped into his ears. Opening his eyes slowly as it slowly got closer. He sat up slowly as he frowned, climbing out of his bed quietly as he moved out of his room. Feeling dazed as he moved don the stairs without a sound, unsure of what he was doing.

When he reached the living room, he saw someone he didn't know sneaking around. The dark urge overwhelmed him as he walked towards him silently.

"What are you doing?" He asked slowly.

The man whipped around and stared at Charley, not expecting anyone to be home. All the teen could hear now was the pounding of the man heart that intensified.

"What the fuck..." The man said as he stepped away slowly.

Charley moved closer, but not on his own as his lips parted slowly and he smirked. He jumped and knocked the man to the ground and held him there as he started to tremble as the man cried out and tried to shove him off. Without warning Charley dropped down and bit into the man's throat.

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TBC!