Oh wow. Oh geez! Oh man! Oh! What's he going to do? I'd hate to be in his shoes. That sucks donkey balls.

Was listening to the FN score, added to the mood. For me anyways... if you wanna know wut onez, ask n I'll tell yaah!

The Truce 20

"Its not that simple." Charley said with a shaky breath.

"Isn't it? Who is he, but a stranger to you Charley? A stranger who was in your house uninvited. Probably sneaking about, which is why you attacked so viciously." Jerry said with a smirk, raising his hands slightly and slowly clawed the air.

"I'm actually impressed." He chuckled darkly.

His eyes trailing the teen's profile with silent wanting. The drying blood on his face was so unbelievably tempting. Jerry shifted his gaze to the figure on the table with a smile as Charley shot a disgusted stare at him.

"It might be ok for you, but I'm not alright with this! I don't even know what to think." He said weakly, his frightened voice cracking every few seconds.

The vampire held back the urge to show how pleased he was with this. Not wanting to make the boy freak out anymore then he was already, he kept silent. It didn't surprise him too much.

Even though the teen wasn't a full vampire, he was certainly vicious like one. He was a perfect mixture of both worlds. Charley was so very human and yet he was just as vampiric deep down. He could enjoy pleasures of both sides. The vampire was slightly jealous.

But it was time to get back to the situation.

"You can let him die Charley, or I can turn him." He said again and gave the teen a stern look after a moment.

"Don't make me choose this." Charley begged faintly. A clawed hand hovering over his lips.

It was his father. In this horrid situation because of him. Even if he was a stranger, and did come in uninvited but Charley wanted to know how he knew where they lived. But that didn't make it right for what he did to him, nor did it give him the authority to choose if he lived or died.

The teen shook his head slowly as he shut his eyes, beginning to tremble. Not knowing what to think.

"You can't make me choose this!" He argued weakly as he looked towards the clock. Surprisingly only ten minutes had passed. It felt much longer.

"Strangers die all the time Charley, that's just how it is. Some.. deserve it more then others." Jerry purred close to his ear.

Slowly turning the boy's face towards his with a clawed finger pressing against his cheek, the vampire's black eyes gazing to the fresh trail of blood on Charley's chin that dripped still. Begging to be tasted. Charley held his breath as he let his head turn, staring at the vampires soulless pits. His lip trembled as the tears fell again.

"That's not true." Charley countered and breathed inwardly.

"Oh, but it is." Jerry dragged his finger along his jaw, collecting some of the blood before he smirked. His black eyes sparkling with dark intentions. The teen let out a breath as he forced himself to look away, frightened once again.

A frown began to form as he stared at the wall. He felt so lost, unsure of anything now. Not knowing what was right and wrong. Being forced to choose if someone lived or died was too much to comprehend at the present moment.

Part of him wanted to save the man, and the other wanted to tear him apart and make him scream.

Jerry licked his finger clean slowly and looked at the man with a quiet glare. Not liking him being around. He was hungry now, the sight of Charley was edging him on. He planted his hands on the table as he stared longingly at the figure.

"I can't make this choice." Charley stated as he closed his eyes and hugged himself.

"You're going to have too." Jerry replied annoyed and prodded at the man's leg boredly. Raising his head slightly to look at the teen.

"Well, no. You don't, but I'm being polite. It's your...male donor, after all." He said with a bored shrug and a small chuckle.

The teen couldn't say anything as he stood there looking at the vampire. Wondering why he would possibly want him to choose his father's fate like this. Even when he said repeatedly he couldn't.

"He's still conscious Jerry." Charley stated as he looked at his father's face.

"And?" The vampire questioned dryly.

"He can hear you..." He said weakly, disgusted with the devilish fiend.

The way he brushed this off was unnerving to say the least. He kept forgetting Jerry was a highly skilled killer with centuries to back it up. All of this happened because he let his guard down.

Jerry gave him a look that showed he didn't care at all. Charley looked away and thought of what to do, or at least try to do. He turned his eyes to his dad again and narrowed them.

Listening in to his heart. It was weaker then before and was beating quickly, the teen assumed he was terrified. He couldn't blame him, he was almost at that point too not even a few days ago. It was a scary but something else entirely.

The vampire watched Charley with interest and closely observing everything he saw. The way the teen looked and how calm he seemed at the moment made Jerry smile delightfully.

The teen seemed to look like he didn't care anymore. Like he gave into the darker half.

Charley questioned what would happen if he let Jerry turn his dad. What would he do when he woke? Freak out and be angry most likely. Go crazy, or something along those lines. If he didn't, he would just die. Vanish without a trace. No evidence. Nothing if Jerry dealt with it.

He realized that it would end bad anyways. The teen slowly moved along the table and leaned on the surface. Feeling weak.

"But he's my dad.."

"No. He isn't. He's just a man Charley." Jerry purred into his ear again. Suddenly standing beside him again.

Watching how the boy turned towards his voice slightly, his teary eyes blinking quickly. There was a faint pink tinge filling his white cheeks and the vampire smirked.

"How are you feeling Charley? Very alive I suspect." He continued in a low tone, blinking slowly.

"How did it feel to feed for the first time, Charley? To taste the blood of another? I bet it was exquisite. Almost...arousing." He paused as the teen gave a small gasp.

"The pleasure of being satisfied.. the pain inside ending like it was never there. Being the one who can experience it all. Feels good. Doesn't it Charley?" The vampire purred close to the teens throat. Sensing that the boy was clinging to every word.

As the vampire spoke, Charley's eyes glazed over as he cried silently. He straightened out and felt the hot breaths against his throat. He didn't know why, but he leaned towards the source. Liking the feeling of the hot air tickle over his skin. The throb in his chest returned as Jerry continued, causing Charley to ball his hands into fists. The teens lips parted as he let out a shuttered breath.

Jerry was toying with him. Charley gave a distraught moan as he closed his eyes, realizing what he said was true. He felt sick again.

"Why stop now Charley. You cope much better when you stop caring so much." Jerry added as he reached out and cut the man's hand slowly. Smelling blood within a second, wanting to see what the boy would do.

"Stop it.." The teen's hands twitched smelling a bitter sweetness in the air that intensified greater than it had been before.

He held his breath and backed away from the table, bumping into Jerry. A hand grasp his right hip and an arm held his left shoulder lazily. Feeling a small growl gently vibrate against his back. He breathed out with his eyes closed, scrunching his face as his heart started pounding.

"I can't..no!" He breathed out, his head falling back slightly. He wanted to scream.

Jerry's eyes trailed along the teens exposed throat desperately for a moment, wanting to have him again. Drawing his lips back as he lowered his face slowly.

He let out a final breath as he looked towards the man slowly, hearing his heart finally stop in its last powerful beat. He closed his eyes briefly as he let go of Charley, suddenly standing by the mans head with his hands on the table.

"You won't have too." He stated disappointedly as he stared at the face. "He's dead."

Charley squeaked as his knees gave out, dropping to the floor with a heavy thud. Crying again as he covered his face and started rocking himself. His mind going numb as the realizations came crashing down on him. He killed his father. He caused someone to die by his own actions.

Jerry silently watched him, scowling at his actions. Not knowing why he was acting like this. The father was dead, wasn't that what he wanted? He closed his eyes and stood straight.

"Don't cry Charley." Jerry said with slight annoyance.

Turning towards the miserable sight of the kid reluctantly when the boy just rocked, the vampire rolled his eyes as he walked over. Kneeling down in front of the boy slowly.

"Charley.." He started softly as he reached out and took the teens hands from his face. He stared at the glistening green eyes softly before he smirked.

"Stop sniveling like an infant."

"I hate you. Why? Why didn't you help him?" Charley cried as he ripped his hands away from the vampire's, wanting to lash out at him but knew it would only back fire.

"No, you don't." He purred delightfully as he pulled the teen to his feet, using his thumbs and wiped the tears from Charley's face with care.

"I didn't help because YOU didn't want to help him. I know exactly how you felt deep down when it comes to him. I already knew the answer. You know I'm right Charley."

"Then why do I feel like this?" He whimpered, wanting to pull away from the hands that held his face. Jerry was giving him a pleased smile.

"Probably because you still have a sense of right and wrong. Don't worry about it. He is of no importance to you anymore. Or has ever been. Only your human side cares. Embrace the other half and you'll stop your damn crying." He said flatly and lowered his arms. Looking over his shoulder slowly as he licked his lips.

Charley scowled at him and shook his head quickly. Hating how he was kind one moment then cold the next. Jerry looked back at him and gave him a stern look before he gently caressed the teens cheek.

"Go clean yourself up before your mother returns. I doubt she will like your new look as much as I do." He said with a devious laugh, quickly dropping his hand and turned towards the dead man.

"I'll deal with this in the mean time."

Charley took a breath and started backing away. He forgot about his mother coming home soon.

He looked at the clock and she would be back in less then a half hour.

He bolted to the bathroom upstairs and tore off his sweater, dropping it on the floor before pulling his bloody shirt off quickly. Snatching them off the floor as he burst into his room and searched for cleaner clothes. He tossed the wet bloody clothes on his bed before he went back to the bathroom and shut the door.

He started locking it when he gazed at himself in the mirror. He felt like his own image should be in a horror movie. There was so much blood on his face, making his pale skin seem even whiter. His own reflection scared him.

He grabbed a cloth and turned the hot water on, not caring if he burned his hands as he scrubbed the blood from his skin. Telling himself over and over to not care, that it wasn't important. He groaned as he just smeared the blood around rather then cleaning it off.

He made sure the door was locked before stripped down and climbed into the shower. The hot water cascading over him as he scrubbed and scrubbed.

His teeth dragging along his bottom lip, collecting blood before it washed away completely. It was all he could think of now. Blood. More, he wanted more. His eyes just staring blankly at the dark green tiles on the walls.

Telling himself to let the other side of him make him not care. A bored expression came over his face slowly as he stood there beneath the hot water. The more he thought about it, the less he cared. He shut the water off and climbed out slowly, glancing at the mirror. He seemed so very white with his darkened curls and his dark green eyes.

Wait, dark green?

The boy leaned closer and exhaled slowly. They shined like living emeralds. He shook his head as he reached down and picked his clothes up and began to dress quickly hearing his mother come inside calling his name.

"I'll be right down!" He replied and opened the door to see Jerry standing there. Gasping as he jumped before he scowled.

"Stop doing that!"

"No. And keep your mother away from the basement, when she falls asleep I can rid of it." Jerry said.

"That's hours from now!" Charley replied.

"Then I guess I'm staying for dinner then." He said with a dark chuckle and started turning away.

Charley narrowed his eyes as he balled his socks up quickly, throwing them as hard as he could at the vampire. He dashed to his room as he let out a noise when the vampire was hit on the side of the face. Jerry followed behind the boy with a huff.

"Socks?" He snapped when he entered the room and threw them back.

"You can't just hide him there!" He urged quietly and pulled his shirt on. "How am I supposed to keep her out of there for the next five hours?"

"Don't worry about it until it happens. And stop with your worry face, it makes me want to laugh." He teased as he turned from the room and headed down the hallway.

Charley blinked and made an annoyed face. "I don't have a worry face!"

He left his room and followed after the vampire down the stairs. Both looking towards the spot of blood soaked the carpet, where his mother was looking at.

"Oh, I forgot to clean that.." Jerry mumbled faintly.

"How can you forget that!" He whispered harshly.

"Hi mom.." Charley said nervously when she turned around and stood up, pointing to the spot.

"What the hell is that?" She demanded, looking at the two with a mad look.

"Uh.." Charley said, drawing a blank.

"That's mine. Charley...snuck up on me. Knocked me down. Nevermind." Jerry said, making it sound like he was telling the truth but didn't like admitting it.

"Well why is there blood on my white carpet?" Jane looked at him, then to Charley. The teen had a sheepish look as he stared at the floor.

"Nevermind. I'll clean it." He snapped. Jane gave him a scowl and moved away from the stain as the vampire neared it.

"Do not talk to me like that. I'll ban you from my house again. You clean that up right now. Charley, kitchen." She said pointing.

The teen swallowed and went towards the kitchen. Feeling worried about what was going to happen now. He had only two things on his mind, stay calm and keep her away from the basement. He crossed his arms and leaned against the fridge when Jane came into the kitchen.

"Wow, Peter wasn't kidding when he said you were different." She said, Charley blinked.

"Uh...what?" He questioned, completely confused.

"Peter called me today, I went over there around three and he explained everything that happened." She stated, crossing her arms.

"You're not mad?" He asked cautiously.

"Oh, no. I'm furious. But there's nothing I can do about it. I just want you to swear to me that this will be taken care of." She pointed at him. Charley nodded quickly.

"Good. And make sure that HE behaves." She said quietly.

"Aren't I always a good boy?" Jerry cooed from behind her.

Jane shrieked and whipped around as she covered her mouth with her hands. She breathed then started laughing. Jerry smirked at her then looked towards the teen.

"No, your not. Now both of you get the hell out of my kitchen so I can make supper." She said and scowled at the vampire as he started laughing at her.

"Jerry, hold on." She added.

Charley moved towards the living room and the vampire paused in his tracks. Looking towards her with a silent gaze.

"Peter told me what you promised Charley. So I'm asking you to not do anything to him." She said softly. Jerry blinked at her request. Her soft tone was a new thing to him. Normally she was harsh and bitter, but now this.

"Ok." He replied and turned towards the living room again. Jane kept her eyes on him as he left the kitchen. Taking a breath, she started making supper.

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