Holy sheet! No Charley! What are you doing?

Holy crud, hahaha haven't heard that in years. Crud. Hehe.

Anywhoo...I owns nothing.

The Truce 19

Charley let out a sound he had never heard before or thought he was capable of creating. It sounded like a mixture of a growl and a pleased whine. The feeling of his teeth breaking through warm flesh was so incredibly delicious that he couldn't keep the sound inside. Charley shoved the man down roughly when he tried to roll them over to get away.

As the blood splashed over his tongue, Charley seemed to loose all reasoning. The blood was hot, it stung his mouth and throat slightly as it went down his throat and instantly heated him from the inside. He started sucking back mouthful after mouthful as the man screamed something over and over. The teen didn't pay attention to what the man was screaming as he shut his eyes. Ignoring the hands that pulled at his clothes and hair.

The boy held him down without much difficulty as the man tried thrashing around to toss him off. Failing every attempt. He choked out cries of agony as Charley bit harder and harder, feeling his teeth slice through the skin more while shoving him against the floor with guttural growls. Blood fell out of his mouth between gulps as it spilled onto the white carpet, creating a ruby red pool.

Never thinking once that it could ever taste so amazing and hypnotic. Caring for nothing but sating the hunger he didn't understand and feeling the pain fade away.

Charley pulled his head back finally once the man was too weak to put up a fight anymore. Breathing as though he just ran a mile, but feeling so powerful and at peace. All the pain in his chest was gone and he was no longer suffering.

His head dropped back as he sat on the man's stomach, feeling the warm blood roll down his chin and throat slowly. It almost tickled as the blood painted his skin, he smiled suddenly as he gave a breathy chuckle. Charley's eyes were half closed as he let out a sigh.

"Ch..Charley.." The man chocked out weakly beneath the teen. He looked down slowly as he blinked, coming down from this incredible high as the man chocked his name out again.

How did this fellow know his name? Staring at the man's face blankly for a moment as his mind began to break through the fog.

A sickening realization filled his senses as he snapped back to reality a second later. His eyes went wide and he shuffled back quickly with a weak cry of fear. Tumbling back onto the floor as he scampered away. He started shaking violently and a horrified look came over his face. He felt sick.

"Char-" The man croaked out again. Charley stopped as he stared at the man's face and the tears started falling. Recognizing his face and the voice.

"Oh my god..." He squeaked out as his body turned to ice. "Dad?"

He just ate his father. He couldn't move, he couldn't think. Of all people in the world, it was his dad. His breaths were shallow and ragged.

"I- I..." He couldn't say sorry for this. Frozen in place by fear. "Oh fuck!"

He rushed forward with a cry and clamped his hand over the gushing wound. Letting out a small moan as he started to panic for the millionth time today. Shock and terror covered his face, mimicking his father's expression.

But Charley's face was more frightening. His pale skin making his green eyes seem brighter, and the blood that had trailed down from his mouth to the middle of his neck seemed to be the reddest of reds that still dripped thick drops. The small fangs that peeked out in his crimson stained mouth. His father whimpered, trying to move his hands and legs.

Charley immediately started searching his pockets with one hand for his phone and thought of who to call.

Jerry. He had to call him. He couldn't call 911, how would he explain this? The vampire was the only one he could trust with this. He would know what to do.

Glancing at the clock and saw that it was shortly after six, which meant his mother would be home in an hour or less and he had a very short time to fix this and clean it. Jerry had to help him.

Charley dialed the vampire's number for the third time that day and held the phone against his ear. Tears falling as he waited anxiously for him to pick up. His father moaning weakly as he tried to raise his hand again. The unanswered ringing was making him panic even more.

What if he didn't answer? What was he going to do? His father was dying and it was all his fault.

"Fuck, come on Jerry! Just...just hold on! Oh god, please! Stay awake! Dad!" He screamed as he looked down at his father. Watching in terror as his eyes rolled around slowly and he started to shake faintly.

"What now Charley?" The vampire's voice was in his ear suddenly, sounding annoyed.

"Come to my house! Please, right now! Oh god, please! I need your help!" He cried out quickly, his voice sounding terrified.

"Whoa, calm down. What did you do?" Jerry asked with surprising concern.

"I-I bit him! I couldn't stop it! It just happened.. Please, he-he won't stop bleeding! Jerry, he's dying! Help me! Please!" He cried as he looked at his hand pressing against the wound, blood seeping through his fingers in time with his dad's heart.

"Wait, what? What are you talking about?" He asked confused.

"My dad! Please! I need you now!" He begged with all his heart.

"I'm leaving right now. You're lucky the sun just set otherwise you'd be screwed. Keep him breathing till I get there." He instructed with a sigh.

"Ok!" Charley hung up and dropped his phone as he bent over and pulled his dad into his lap, making sure he didn't move his hand for more then a second. Clutching him closely as he started rocking as he sobbed.

"I'm so sorry, oh god. Dad, I'm so sorry!" He cried pitifully. "Stay awake!"

The teen was mortified at his actions. How could he allow something like this to happen? Cursing his stupidity and his lack of self control. He should have gotten a hold of Jerry as soon as the ache started earlier in the morning. This was completely his own fault.

"Stay awake, just stay awake." He said as he cried heavily. Looking at his hand, pressing it harder as he rocked.

The teen closed his eyes and dropped his head. What was he going to tell his mother? How was he going to deal with this? Charley felt as though he was going crazy. He could feel the blood seeping into his clothes and it made his stomach churn. He wasn't even a real vampire, but he was starting to act like one.

He kept repeating to his father that he was sorry. No knowing if he was going to survive. Not really knowing if he cared. He was too afraid to accept he caused this and loved it.

He didn't know how long he sat there staring blankly at the floor before the door burst open and closed a second later. Hearing the ominous foot falls of the vampire. The teen looked up to see Jerry standing there looking at him with a small scowl before he walked over.

"Well, look who joined the club." Jerry mocked as he knelt down and surveyed the scene slowly. Sniffing the man and tilted his head, before glancing at Charley.

"Shut up and just help me!" Charley sobbed.

Jerry looked at the teen face, holding back the comment of how the blood on his skin was a beautiful sight. He took a breath and looked back at the man with distaste before he scooped him up out of the teen's arms.

The vampire moved to the kitchen and laid him on the table as Charley followed behind slowly, sniffing every few seconds as he kept his sobs as soft as he could.

"Can you help him?" He asked weakly.

Jerry pressed his hand against the wound as he took a deep breath. Turning to face the teen and smacked him on the side of the head. Hard, but not hard enough to harm him.

"OW! What the fuck!" Charley cried out crashing against the table not expecting the force of it, holding the side of his head as he hissed in pain. Jerry snatched his hand and looked at his nails, seeing the small points.

"Why didn't you tell me you were feeling the thirst!" He demanded with frightening authority, his eyes turning black. Giving the teen a furious look and dropped his hand.

"I thought I could handle it! I'm sorry!" Charley finally said fearfully as he shrank away from the vampire.

Jerry growled deeply, holding back the urge to strike him again for his carelessness. The amount he sucked out was alarming and he wasn't supposed to be growing those nails. Not unless he was starved. Which had to have been many hours, if he were a full vampire. It could have been much worse than this.

"Stupid little child! You have no control over the thirst, that's why I warned you! Thought you would have the sense to tell me if you felt it." He said with a spiteful tone. Narrowing his eyes and looked away.

"I said I was sorry! What do you want me to do?" Charley said faintly as he looked at the floor.

Not knowing what was worse right now. Nearly killing his father or feeling Jerry's wrath. It was quiet for a moment as the fuming vampire used his blood seal the jagged mess.

"I want you to use that head of yours. How am I to teach you when you don't tell me these things Charley. This could have easily been avoided. Or have been worse. You asked me to show you how to hide it all, and you fail to even notify me. What if it was Jane, instead of...him?" He scolded darkly as he turned back to the man, looking at him carelessly.

Charley stayed silent as he stood against the table. Feeling worse then he ever did before, Jerry was right. He felt microscopic at the moment. If he said something earlier then this wouldn't have happened. But he didn't. Too late to change it now.

Jerry smelled so much fear and misery coming from the boy, so much that it was beginning to annoy him further.

"Where's your mother Charley?" The vampire asked in a calmer tone as he looked at the man's throat where the wound used to be. Wanting to reopen it himself.

"Work. A-at work. She will be home soon..." He said weakly. "L-like an hour maybe."

"Plenty of time to clean up your mess. Stop crying like an infant." Jerry snapped and Charley glared at him.

"Fuck you! I'll cry if I feel like it." He retorted and looked away. Jerry blinked and looked away slowly as he smirked.

"So this is daddy?" He asked grasped the man's face carefully and examined his features. Charley nodded. Jerry leaned over and smirked at the man, smelling him briefly before he sighed.

"You drank too much. He isn't going to survive for much longer." Jerry stated boredly as he stared at the man with a glare. His fangs slowly came out as he turned his black eyes to the teen.

"Oh god!" Charley cried out and held the back of his head.

"Stop crying I said! It's annoying. You have two options. Let him die, or I can turn him." He said slowly, turning his eyes towards the frightened teen again. Charley looked at him stunned, then turned his eyes to his father as he swallowed.

"Personally, I'd rather let the bastard die." Jerry commented politely as he looked back at the boy's father. Charley gawked.

"What! No! He's my dad!" He snapped and dropped his arms. Not believing Jerry just said that, but wasn't surprised.

"A father who abandoned you." Jerry said giving the man a hungry stare, speaking with soft hatred. "Why save the man who failed to play the most important part in your life?"

Charley stared at the vampire dumbly. Stunned that Jerry sounded so hateful when he didn't know him. But remembering that the vampire knew all his feelings and memories about him. The teen sighed deeply while trying to think on what to do.

He couldn't let him become a vampire, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to let him die. He couldn't let him die, could he?

Sure, his dad had much to atone for. But did he really deserve to die for that? He closed his eyes and covered his face. It wasn't up to him to choose his fate.

"Can't we take him to the hospital?" He asked after a moment.

"He wouldn't survive the trip. He has little time left, listen to his heart Charley. You can hear it beginning to fail." The vampire stated softly.

Charley swallowed and listened for a minute, and his heart dropped hearing the weakening heart beats inside his dad's chest. He let a small moan out as he leaned on the table near his father's feet and bit his lip. Feeling the small sharpness break the skin.

As he stared at him as he lay there, Charley was slowly starting to remember all the anger and hatred he had for his father. Conflicting him so bad he was afraid that he was going to pass out from all of this falling on his mind. Jerry slowly started to walk towards the teen, seeing he wasn't going to answer.

"Tick tock goes your daddy's clock, Charley." Jerry purred from behind him.

"Its a simple choice. Live or die."

XX

TbC!