How was your easter? Mine sucked. Ended up getting food poisoning. I was sick as a dog, but that didn't stop me from writing this! Buahahaha.
So read on, and see what happens! -evil laugh-
The Truce 27
Charley was glad Mark hadn't chased after him like he though he would have. But hiding in the library was a dumb move. With all the windows letting in the mid afternoon light, it made the teen feel unusually weak. No one was in here with him at least, which left him to be completely alone. He thought vaguely about what he did to his ex-friend and he figured maybe that it was a bit much. Especially saying that he knew where he slept.
He had no idea where any of that came from, or why he even said it. It was seriously unlike him. Which was why he called it a 'Jerry' moment, since what he did was something the vampire would normally do. It was kind of funny. At least now, Mark would leave him alone. Hopefully. His phone vibrated and beeped suddenly, he looked to see that Jerry had finally texted back.
'My place as soon as you're with Leather Pants. Remember what I said.'
Charley raised an eyebrow and blinked. Jerry just made a joke! He smiled and laughed lightly finding it to be hilarious and freaky. But that stopped as he looked as his hand. He saw it was no longer blistered, but it was still very red and tender looking. It didn't really hurt anymore, but it actually felt like a faint tingle.
Deciding to he wasn't going near the windows as he anxiously waited for his friend to come and rescue him. Not even trusting a reflective surface in case he lost an eye ball or something. He wondered how Jerry managed over four hundred years without the sun, it was baffling.
The teen couldn't stop trembling as he moved around the library. Trying to understand that this was actually happening, and that the warm rays could actually kill him now was a frightening thought. He realized that soon, once Peter had actually gotten here, that all the classes would be dismissed for the day.
How was he going to manage leaving with Peter discreetly? He took a quick breath.
The trembling figure turned his eyes to the clock again, gawking as that would be any moment now. It was already three fifteen. Where did the time go? He thought briefly on what Jerry had to him Sunday night.
He exhaled slowly as he dropped onto a chair. Feeling very tired and weak, he turned his head to the side slowly resting his head in his hand. Glaring at the windows that seemed to laugh at him as it grew brighter. Not really knowing what he was supposed to do or think. None of this really surprised him since it was apart of his life now. He gave a long sigh.
He twitched lightly and reached into his pocket for his phone as it beeped again. Jerking him from his empty thoughts. Pulling it out slowly as he looked down at it, reading the notification twice.
He was tagged in a private video by Mark. Charley frowned slowly as he played it, leaning forward slightly. Curious to know what it was. His heart stopped as it began.
Holding his breath as he watched himself slam Mark against the wall and lifted him with one hand like it was nothing. Someone had recorded him while he confronted Mark in the hallway, and posted it online. Then it changed to Mark saying that he was a freak of nature and that he had to be put on display.
"Oh my god... Mark you asshole!" He breathed out.
His phone slipped from his hand as he glared hatefully at nothing. He was so furious that he couldn't even think. Terrified and furious by this. He never even counted on this to happen. But that son of a bitch had the nerve to do this even after his warning? He leaned his head back and screamed out in rage as loud as he could, feeling his teeth change at the same time.
Letting the vampire side come out in all of its strength.
A scary looking Charley sat there for a moment. Long fangs begging to be released from behind lips. His once green eyes were now black voids staring with loathing at the floor.
Mark was a dead man.
He pushed himself to his feet and rushed out of the library as the bell rang. Charley went back to the ground floor as he clenched his jaw and merged into the crowds rushing to leave for the day. The teen smelled the air and listening for him carefully as he moved along weaving effortlessly between everyone. His eyes searching slowly for Mark in a lazy fashion.
He stopped suddenly and turned his head to the side, hearing his name being called from behind him. The teen slowly turned to look over his shoulder and slowly smirked.
"Charley!" Mark called out. He could hear the fear in his voice as he slowly turned towards him. Neither caring if anyone watched or not.
Mark faltered in his actions as he saw his eyes. Charley started towards him slowly with a calm look on his face. His empty eyes studied Mark slowly but didn't seem to move. Everyone was starting to notice Charley. A few called his name but he ignored them as he stared at his intended victim. Feeling nothing but a venomous rage.
"What did I say man?" The teen asked in a soft voice and gave a small shrug. Everything seemed to be calm with him except his eyes. They displayed a murderous intent.
"Dude... What the fuck is wrong with you?" Mark asked with a nervous voice.
"I already told you. You thought I wasn't serious about what I said? Picked a bad time to piss me off." He replied with a brief glare.
Backing away as Charley's head raised, fully showing the change in his features without a care in the world. With his very pale skin and hollow eyes, the teen carried a frightening but seductively evil demeanor.
Charley smiled lightly as he slowly blinked as he took another step forward. Then quickly moved and grabbed Mark, slamming him against the lockers as other teens scattered with small frighten cries. Charley growled lowly. His lips parted slowly as he studied his terrified enemy's face. Grinning quickly while he leaned a little closer and felt a maddening throb fill his body slowly. Driving him to the next step.
"Oh yeah.. They are real. They work too." He whispered in a creepy manner, answering Mark's questioning stare at his teeth then stopped as he smelled a heavy bitter sweetness in the air.
He blinked a few times quickly as he sighed. Getting completely distracted as he smelled the air and stepping away from what he was doing as he started towards it once he recognized the familiarity of it.
He smelled the sweetness of Midori in the air along with the bitterness.
The smell was leading to the stairs, he spotted a drop or two of gleaming crimson on the floor. Charley exhaled and followed upwards quickly, seeming to disappear from around the corner.
Finding it to be more empty up stairs Peter sprinted down the hallways, his hand bleeding in a constant drip. Trying to find somewhere he could get Charley and try to calm him down. His heart pounded fearfully. Seeing the boy look so frightening and luring him away with himself as the bait was unnerving. He stopped finally and panted as he dropped his heavy leather coat, a small gleam of sweat on his face as he leaned over briefly as he breathed. Closing his eyes.
Looking forward slowly, wondering if the boy was still following after him when he jumped. Peter saw Charley staring at him silently in front of him. As he stood up against the wall slowly, he swallowed as he stared nervously, the teen stared longingly at his hand. He was about to say something to distract him when he was pressed against the wall, giving a small yelp instead.
Charley had his arm pressing against the magicians chest, preventing him from moving away as his free hand battled to bring Peter's resisting hand towards his face with a dazed look. Peters eyes widened as he tried to push him away.
"Charley! No, don't! Let go, let go!" Peter said quickly, attempting to pull his hand away, unable to clench a fist. Repeating his words over and over but went unheard as Charley stuck his tongue out and slowly licked the cut on his palm.
"Don't! It's only going to hurt you!" Peter's breath faltered as he watched the teens face turn to one of satisfaction. He tried to pry his hand away again but stopped when Charley moved quickly.
Moving off his chest and grabbed hold of his arm, the teen bit down into his wrist then began sucking hungrily as he tightened his grip on the magicians limb. Peter groaned in pain that was followed by a string of pained swears. His head falling back as he grimaced, a sharp pain filling his arm slowly.
"Charley! Stop it! Ah!" He said with a groan, he was disturbed to feel his friend's lips work against his skin.
Suddenly Charley coughed and let go, his green eyes instantly came back as he moaned weakly and dropped to his knees. Leaning over like he was going to be sick as blood dribbled from his open lips in thick streams. Gasping for air as a burning feeling slowly filled his chest and slowly spread out.
Peter dropped to his side as he laid on the floor, giving small painful cries with his eyes closed. Reaching out quickly, Peter pulled the teen up and turned to the side to grab his coat. Tossing it over his shoulder, he covered the boy.
"You have to walk. Come on, buddy. I'll carry your weight but you have to walk." He urged carefully, wanting to get the hell away from here as soon as possible.
"I- I can't..Peter.." Charley moaned, giving another pained cry as he shook.
"You need to, come on. I got you Charley. Jerry can help you. Let's move it. Come on. On three, ok?." He continued and counted to three as he stood up and pulled, the teen fell against him as he started to walk back down the hall. But Charley moved his legs as best he could.
The magician carefully kept an eye out for anyone as he struggled to get him back to the car. After a long ten minutes of work, and a lot of commotion, Peter managed to get him into the back seat. Those that caught a glimpse of the figure beneath the coat were shocked to see that it was Charley. Looking extremely sick and had a gleaming red mouth and chin, crying out in strange whines before disappearing into the vehicle. Rushing to get in himself and get then away from here, he ignored everyone after he climbed in and wrapped up his wounds and simply drove away.
Peter kept quiet as he drove quickly through the streets, glancing back at him occasionally. Charley laid in the back seat beneath the man's long leather coat, tears falling from his eyes. Frightened of himself and feeling extremely ill.
If it wasn't for Peter's perfectly timed arrival and quick thinking, Mark would be dead and he would be in serious trouble. More than he was already.
"What are we going to tell him?" Charley finally asked weakly from beneath the coat. Wanting to sit up, but was unable too.
"Uh. I really don't know Brewster. That was seriously fucking close.. Feeling better?" He replied with a hint on anger in his voice.
Charley didn't reply as he licked his lips again, still tasting the blood once more. He let out a faint sigh as he closed his eyes. His stomach clenched painfully like he was going to throw up.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened... I just.." He started, but had absolutely nothing to say. "I'm really sorry Peter."
"I know Charley. Don't worry about it, you fucking prick. I can just add you to the list of people who gave me violent hickeys." Peter sighed with a small smirk hearing the teen give a small laugh.
"Call the snacker for me." Peter said quickly, making the teen realize he didn't have his phone or back pack.
"I can't. I left it in the library.."
"Really? I'll call him then I guess." He said as he glanced at his wrapped up hand and wrist.
He was upset because the teen didn't stop right away, but he was relieved that it was him and not that other kid. They narrowly avoided an even bigger unexplainable situation. He bit his lip and picked up his phone from the seat next to him. Calling the vampire reluctantly, glancing between the road and the device. Still not used to dialing his number.
"Where are you?" Charley heard Jerry's urgent tone faintly after a minute.
"Hey Beast! We are almost there. So turn a light on and open your garage." He said quickly and chuckled to lighten the heavy mood in the vehicle. Charley managed a smile.
"How long?"
"Like..a minute or less. Lovely sunny day so wear some sun block if you have it!" He teased and hung up while rounding a corner quickly.
"Oh, look at that. Already open." Peter giggled and slowed down. Glancing in the mirror to look at the black lump in the back.
Charley shifted and peeked out from beneath the coat slowly towards the window. Letting out a breath as he felt a longing to be near the vampire again knowing they were getting closer. Bouncing lightly as the magician pulled into the driveway and then the sunlight disappeared when they pulled into the garage. He sat up slowly as he shook still, the coat still over his head. Getting a little too eager to get inside as he saw the door to the house open up.
Peter climbed out quickly, followed by the back door opening. Charley heard Peter urge for the devil to help him. Instantly he felt the vampire's presence surround him. Raising his eyes to look at Jerry slowly as he pulled off the coat, feeling his cold hand caress his face slowly. The teen turned into the hand as he closed his eyes.
Peter watched quietly as Jerry gave the teen a careful once over before the vampire carried the teen in his arms carefully and motioned for the magician to follow. He glanced at the teen and gave a nervous smirk before heading into the dark house.
"Shut the door." Jerry instructed.
"I can't see a fucking thing!" Peter said as he squinted, then blinked as the vampire turned on the fluorescent light on the stove after he laid the teen on the counter.
"Never mind." He added quickly and walked towards them.
"It's the brightest light I have." Jerry said to him, surprisingly softly. Peter blinked at him then looked at the teen.
The two watched quietly as he took small breaths and shook tremendously. The teen slowly reached for the vampires hand as he looked up at him. Jerry moved closer and grabbed hold tightly and petted his head as he looked towards Peter then back to Charley.
"What happened?" He asked quickly, not taking his eyes off the teen.
"I don't know. He called me, asked me to come get him." He said and rubbed the back of his head. Trying to figure out himself before he continued.
"I got there and he was about to attack that Mark bloke. I panicked. I cut my hand earlier, so I reopened it on impulse and lured him away. I tried to stop him, but he was too far gone to listen to anything and he bit me and drank my blood." Peter explained. A pained expression was on his face as he glanced at the vampire that turned to a blank stare.
"Your such an idiot Peter." He said with a small smile.
Surprised to see how gently and caring he was being with Charley. It was unusual, but he knew that the boy was the only one in the world who would ever receive such kindness from him. Never once thinking that he would ever see the vampire carry such love in his eyes.
"Go see his mother. Explain what is happening, I'll let you know if anything else occurs." Jerry said softly, looking up at him. The loving stare vanished.
Peter swallowed and nodded slowly, patting the teens shoulder gently before he walked away. Giving a solemn look before opening the door and vanished. Jerry looked down at the teen and smiled softly.
"You can stop that now." He said and chuckled darkly. "Drama queen."
"Did he buy it?" Charley opened his eyes and sat up slowly, giving him a questioning look.
"We'll see. If we can get him again, you'll be fine." Jerry said slowly, casting his eyes towards the door.
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TBC!