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The Truce 26

Much to Charley's luck, nothing serious had happened to him for majority of the day. Only twice in the morning the teen had to block out the sounds all around him before it became overwhelming. Other than that, nothing. Not even Mark hassled him, but the day wasn't over yet so that could always change. After all, he was in the gym with the bastard.

But that wasn't what was on his mind and causing his distress.

Ever since the phone call with Peter early in the morning and learning that what was happening to him wasn't going to last, nor would it ever be permanent made things a complete mess in his head. Making this more difficult to try and comprehend. So he was unsure of how to approach this. Not even knowing if he was happy, or mad, or anything.

Charley was trapped between the need to cry, and the need to be angry. For being apart of two worlds and of choosing which one he wanted was beyond painful. He was so confused about everything. It had only been a few days since it happened and he was embracing the vampirism much more than he should have. Enjoying it. Other than killing his father and the need for blood. He felt more than alive.

He blinked for a moment, realizing that this was the first time thinking about his father since yesterday. He still didn't care. As Jerry said, he was just a man. A stranger.

Deep down, Charley didn't want to be in this world anymore. Not really. He did, but he didn't. Getting a taste of the darkness was becoming something he wanted more of. Remembering again how the vampire's blood tasted, he felt his stomach growl.

He avoided everyone as he sat there with his hood up and listening to music, not risking a conversation with his current state. It could be dangerous if he got really upset. More than anything, he wanted to leave and go to Jerry's place. He really needed to talk about this with the vampire. It was a serious matter that couldn't be ignored, or put off for very long. Or did he just want to go there just to be near him?

It was getting annoying that every other thought always led back to the devil.

His heart fluttered as his clawed fingers touched his own lips again gently as he closed his eyes. He was still able to feel the imprint of the vampire's cold, soft lips. Scowling suddenly and dropped his hand.

The teen growled faintly in frustration. What was he to do? He rubbed his face and sighed.

While sitting on the bleachers quietly watching his class and another run around playing basketball, the teen bit his lip with a breath. Getting annoyed with everything again. Charley forced himself to clear his mind and calm down. He was way too on edge. He needed to relax.

But that feeling changed when he spotted Mark out of the corner of his eye looking at him as he talked to his friends, that made him suspicious. His body language said mischief. Charley reached up and took the ear bud out slowly, carefully he searched for his voice and listened in on what he was saying.

"...with him."

"Man, that's fucked."

"He's a freak, can't you tell? Look at him!"

"Yeah, he looks like one of those vampire people from 'fright night'. Doesn't he know that Peter Vincent dude?"

"I think so. But I think I am going to see how pissed off I can make him."

Charley frowned slowly and turned his head, narrowing his eyes. The bright green slowly turned darker, a faint tickle in his gums as his teeth slowly grew. Mark was going to do something with all these people around? He was curious as to what it was going to be, but irritated at the same time. He looked away when the creep looked towards him again with a devious smile.

The teen scowled as he looked down at his hands, clenching his jaw as he balled them to . Was he a freak? Perhaps he was. He wasn't a vampire. He wasn't human. What was he? A sinking feeling filled his gut as he blocked everything out for a moment. Wanting silence as he slowly breathed.

Charley stared blankly at the glossy wooden bench in front of him. Feeling everything slowly fade away, calming down as he felt for this moment nothing mattered. A carefree composure came over him as he let everything come back. He looked up slowly as he slowly exhaled, running his tongue along his teeth. Thinking hard to make them flat as Mark just had to start towards him. Preparing for anything as he put his guard up, and kept surprisingly relaxed.

Noticing that he was able to smell him when he got close enough, as well as the other two. He sighed lightly as the three sat around him again.

"Sup Charley?" Mark asked casually while looking around.

"Nothing. Just sitting here looking cool while deviously planning to take over the world one small town at a time. What does it look like I'm doing?" He questioned boredly, putting his hands in his pockets with a shrug.

"Yea, good luck with that one." Mark teased rudely. Charley eyed him up slowly then looked away with annoyance.

"What do you want? Other than to try and humiliate me. And will probably fail miserably doing it. Don't you have something better to do? Like..I don't know. Go be a dick somewhere else?" He continued in the same tone. He might have been a freak, but the vampire's carefree persona was extremely helpful at the moment.

"Not right now, no." Mark said as he looked at him and frowned. Giving him a challenging look.

Charley nodded weakly. He reached down and grabbed his bag with a small sigh. Making sure he had a good grip on it as well as hiding his nails. So far no one had taken notice of his hands, and there was only an hour till the day was over. If he could get away right now and stay away from everyone for the next hour then he survived another day. Nearly without incident. He stood up slowly and walked off the bleachers.

Mark followed after him but by himself. Turning his head slightly, glancing back as he kept walking to the hallway that was empty at the moment.

Once he pushed the door open and entered, he ducked to the side and breathed slowly. Leaning against the wall. Obviously he wasn't going to be left alone, so Charley decided he would just scare him so bad that he would never come near him again.

The only question was how bad did Charley want to scare Mark? He scowled thinking of all the years he had been picked on by him, and even the brief friendship, he was still picked on. Mark was going to get it bad he figured.

"Why can't you leave me alone Mark?" He asked as he leaned against the wall and dropped his bag, turning to look at him beneath his hood.

"You must have some crazy obsession with me or something." He added.

Mark scoffed and moved closer to him.

"I just don't like you. That's reason right there Brewster." He said with a smug grin.

"That is the dumbest reason I've ever heard. Even from you. But I'm telling you now Mark, that if you don't leave me alone, I'll make you wish you that you did." He stated flatly, giving him a once over with his eyes before he smiled kindly.

"Really? What are you going to do? Nerd me to death?" Mark asked with a mocking laugh, Charley shook his head slowly and looked around the hallway. Listening carefully and it was just the two of them, for now.

Mark walked up and stood nose to nose with Charley. Trying to seem intimidating. Any other time, the teen would have felt uneasy and nervous. But today, well, the teen wasn't going to put up with it anymore. The last straw was drawn and Mark was the loser.

"Nope. Something a lot worse then that. Last chance dude. Back off and go away." Charley said sternly and narrowed his eyes slowly, tilting his head as he returned the intimidating stare. He saw the nervous look Mark had suddenly, but knew it wouldn't last very long.

"Or what, Charley? What are you going to do?" Mark asked, lowering his voice. The two glared at each other.

"You don't want to know." Charley said softly and smirked. His dark eyes slowly lowered to stare at Mark's throat, swallowing as he felt the faint throb in his chest.

"I think I do, Charley. You got me once, and I don't like that." Mark stated with heavy dislike. Charley raised an eyebrow slowly and blinked.

"Still hung up on that? Wow." The teen said with amusement and a small shake of hid head. He was starting to feel an unusual strength build up inside of him as he gazed back at Mark when he shoved at him.

Charley's back hit the wall as Mark motioned for him to come at him. The teen's face fell blank as his teeth lengthened. It was now or never.

He moved forward faster then the bully could see. Grabbing the front of his shirt and he slammed him hard against the floor with one hand, being careful not to cut him with his nails that suddenly seemed razor sharp. Mark gasped air in as Charley stood up with a small grin, hiding the fangs.

"You going to stop now?"

"Your such a freak Brewster!" Mark said as he slowly got to his feet. An unsure look played his face as Charley rubbed his neck slowly. He really didn't like that name. He took a breath and dropped his arm as he looked around again.

"You know how your friend said I looked like a vampire?" He asked slowly, a darkness filling his senses as he moved towards him. Mark looked at him oddly as Charley pointed to his ear casually.

"I heard you guys talking. Well..whispering. He was right about that, but not quite. I'm only half." He said flatly and chuckled, letting the fangs be noticed. What was he doing!

Mark backed away slowly as Charley kept advancing, nervous at what he saw. This didn't look like the awkward, jumpy teen that he saw everyday. He saw an unnatural and scary figure before him that only looked like Charley.

"I'm going to ask you once, and only once. Leave me the fuck alone." He said flatly, making sure that no one else was around before he grabbed the front of Mark's shirt again and pushed him against the wall. He started lifting him off the ground.

Mark started to squirm fearfully as a dark glare fell onto the teen's face. Giving a small yelp as he was let go and fell to the floor. He stared dumbly as the teen knelt down and rested a clawed hand on his shoulder.

"Leave me alone, and keep your mouth shut about me. Or I'll fucking eat you." He stated quickly, then smiled kindly as Mark nodded frantically.

"Awesome. I have to go now. Hope you have a good day 'Bro'. And I mean it, because I know" Charley said and patted his shoulder. He stood up and turned away to collect his bag off the floor. His breaths quickened realizing what he had just done. The darkness leaving his mind quickly making him glance back at Mark with bright green eyes.

Turning away, he quickly headed outside and pulled his phone out calling Peter. He stopped short of the front door as a sudden fear filled him. Unsure why he was scared as the magician answered.

"Hey hey! How's it going Baby Dracula?" Peter's voiced filled his ear as Charley reached his hand towards a patch of sunlight nervously.

"Uh, could be better. I just pulled a 'Jerry' and.." He stopped and yanked his smoking hand away from the light and he hissed.

"Charley! You ok?" Peter sounded nervous hearing the teen breath heavily and growl.

"Fuuuuck! And I'm allergic to sunlight!" He said fearfully as he stared at his red and slightly blistered hand as it throbbed painfully. Glancing over his shoulder towards Mark, letting out a breath seeing that he was coming towards him with his two friends.

"Come and get me, please!" He pleaded as he turned away and went up the flight of stairs.

"I won't be there for at least an hour, even if I am rushing." Peter said quickly, but he heard in the background that he was rushing around.

"Yeah, sure. Please just hurry." He said as he entered the library.

"I'm leaving now. Be there as soon as I can!" He said and hung up. Charley panted as he moved between the large bookshelves, trying to stay out of sight as he sent an urgent message to the vampire.

He looked at his hand silently as he waited for the vampire to respond.

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