Again...I have no witty remarks. Strange. Time to go drown myself in timmies!
The Truce 21
While Jane stayed in the kitchen majority of the time preparing supper, she couldn't believe how calm she was about this situation. Not completely calm, she was furious that it happened but there wasn't anything she could do but watch. But was clear headed enough to keep her cool.
She believed in her son enough to not question his actions further. If he said he could handle this and take care, then she would trust him.
But she didn't trust Jerry. He was hiding it, she could just tell it was going to be huge. Whatever it was.
She could hear them talking in the living room but she couldn't hear what they were saying. Most of the time. Talking in code sometimes, occasionally laughing. She peeked in briefly to see what they were up too.
Charley sat on the couch with a fist beneath his chin, watching as the vampire was dabbing the carpet with a now deep red towel. To Jane, they seemed surprisingly at ease at the moment in conversation.
"Trust Peter told her what happened. That mouth will kill him one day." Jerry stated boredly. "I'm going to have to cut this out...the carpet I mean."
"Don't be so mean to Peter, dude. Be nice for once. Did you know my eyes changed color..when I told myself not to care." Charley said softly, glancing over to the kitchen giving his mother a comforting smile then it faded when she went back into the kitchen.
The vampire looked over at him with a curious look.
"I noticed. How's your stomach handling the blood?" Jerry asked lowly, making sure that the boy's mother didn't hear them.
"Ok...I suppose...I mean.. I don't have to throw up or anything yet." Charley said as he raised a hand slowly and touched his abdomen. He was still hungry though. Charley stood up and moved towards the stairs. Not wanting to talk about it with his mother so close. Glancing back to the vampire as he started up the steps, Jerry stood up and moved towards the kitchen, bloody towel in hand. Catching the boy's eyes and waited a moment.
"I'm going to be in my room. I have a ton of homework. Stuff to figure out...so, I'll be upstairs. I guess." He said then disappeared as Jerry looked away and entered the kitchen.
"Hey! Get out of my kitchen! If you're going to be hanging around and be a pest then learn my rules. Rule one, stay the heck out of the kitchen when I'm cooking." Jane said to the vampire, holding a steaming spoon in his direction.
Jerry stopped and looked at her oddly before he smirked.
"I'm not scared of a hot spoon Jane. I'm just throwing this out." He said slowly, eyeing her with amusement.
"Not yet, you're not. Now move it buster." She said setting the spoon down and looked at him. "Give it here, I'll throw it out."
"Ok." He said while giving her a devious look, lifting his hand with the towel. She grimaced and stepped back.
"Oh god! Get that away from me! That's disgusting. Throw that out in a bag!" She said looking away, sickened how Jerry was so casual about it. He chuckled darkly as she shivered turning away while he moved towards the garbage.
"Yes ma'am." He purred.
"So how long will it last?" She asked as he put the towel into a bag.
Jane wasn't going to be able to avoid talking to the vampire forever, a conversation every so often would keep things calm between the two of them at least.
He paused and glanced at her before dropping the bag into the garbage bin. Rubbing his stomach lightly while thinking on it for a minute before he frowned.
"I don't know." He said, turning his eyes towards the window and saw the sky was much darker. A flash of lightning. Smelling fear and anger suddenly, he looked over at her curiously.
"This is all your fault you know that." She said bitterly and stirred the contents in the pot with annoyance. The vampire smirked as he moved towards her silently as the sky growled outside.
"I know. Everyone likes to remind me." He said as he stood next to her, gazing into the pot before she swatted him away.
"Well it is, and keep you damn face away." She said and moved towards the fridge to collect something. Walking back as she snapped at him once more when he was staring into the boiling pot again.
"You're like a three year old! Tell you not to do something and you do it anyways! I don't know how you survive." She grumbled as she dropped a few things into the pot while Jerry laughed, stepping away.
"How exactly are you showing him how to hide it? You better be doing what you promised." She said, motioning for him to move as she reached towards the cupboard, opening it and grabbed a few packets.
"Scolding me again?" He asked as he moved away, avoiding her question.
"Yep. I'll scold you till the day I die. As long as my son is in your company, I'm going to be a hawk. Swoop on in when my baby is in trouble." Jane said, sprinkling in seasonings. Her tone flat and careless.
"Sounds like my personality is rubbing off." He commented as he crossed his arms. Standing by the sink, wanting to get her blood pumping.
"In your dreams. It's called being a mother. Those abilities go back further then you. Dial down the ego." She rolled her eyes and looked at him with annoyance. He chuckled.
"I don't dream." He stated. Jane scoffed and turned to him.
"Its a figure of speech Jerry." She said, frustration present in her voice.
"I was around when they invented it." He added, getting cocky as he accomplished his goal.
"Will you get the hell out of my kitchen so I can cook in peace! I'm going to hit you with a fucking rolling pin." She said, her hand rubbing her forehead. Completely frustrated with him. He laughed and moved towards the living room finally.
"Fine. I'll leave you alone for now." He said disappointedly. Jane gave him a small glare.
"Go tell Charley supper will be done in ten minutes." She added with a smirk.
Jerry closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. Holding down a growl. Really disliking being told what to do, but he couldn't do anything but ignore it. But when she spoke to him, he felt she was the only human who would get away with it. If she were any other woman she would be dead. He moved up the stairs quickly and entered Charley's room loudly. Letting out an annoyed growl, startling the teen.
"Don't do that!" Charley said as he jumped.
"She is lucky she is your mother. Your food will be done soon." He grumbled and sat on the teen's bed. Charley looked over at him and blinked before he smiled.
"Mom bossing you around again?" He asked turning back to the paper he was writing on.
"What are you doing?" The vampire inquired boredly. Completely ignoring the question.
"Some stupid thing for english. I have to write a short story. And by short I mean five pages." Charley said with annoyance.
"Sounds fun." He mocked.
"Nope. I don't know what to write about." He said dropping the pen and his head fell back.
"I think your mother is starting to like me. She didn't threaten to kill me this time. Though a rolling pin to the head might..." The vampire said randomly. Charley looked at him and smirked.
"Yeah, I doubt that. Mom hates you." He chuckled and sat straight. "Don't ever give her the chance. She will definitely do it to you because you just come back. Like respawning."
"What is respawning?" The vampire questioned as he laid back on the bed.
"Uh, nevermind."
It was an awkward silence for a minute, so the teen went back to the pile of papers he had on his desk.
"I'm hungry. I hope it's for food..." He said faintly. Feeling the vampire's eyes on him suddenly.
"Go and eat then. If you're still hungry after, I'll help you out." The vampire purred hungrily.
Charley swallowed and glanced at him slowly. The vampire stared at the boy for a moment, questioning his gaze. He narrowed his eyes and sat up slowly.
"Do you want it now? Is the mighty Charley developing a taste for blood?" The vampire questioned teasingly as he eyed the boy.
Charley looked away and said nothing. He wanted more, but he couldn't bring himself to voice it. Unsure if he would even let himself do it again. So to avoid any further dealings, he stood up and moved towards the open door
"I'm going to go down and eat. So...what are you going to do?" He asked, turning to see the vampire standing right behind him, staring hungrily at his throat. Charley stepped back and blinked nervously.
"Uh.."
"You should go eat Charley." The vampire said, tearing his eyes off the boys throat. Charley looked at him for a moment longer before be backed away and started towards the stairs.
The vampire moved towards the window and climbed out. Casting his eyes around as he dropped to the lawn in search of someone to eat.
Unaware of the eyes watching him from across the street.
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TBC