Fright Night

3

Sweet Revenge

By

~GaGa4FrightNight~

Chapter One

What If Rose…?

(Author)

Hiya, people! Welcome back to another addition of my new series of adventures with Rose Garrett and Jerry Dandridge. This is Fright Night 3 Sweet Revenge and what you will read is what woulda happened to Charley Brewster and Peter Vincent now that Jerry Dandridge is back to his stunning flesh and very little blood. Also, I throw in a treat mingled into this story. What if Rose Garrett got involved in what happened in 1985? Yeah, this is all Rose's idea. Well, enjoy! I really, really, really enjoyed writing this and this is my shortest of the series! Wow! I know right?!

Loves

~GaGa4FrightNight~

"Do you ever wonder what might've happened if I moved there before you know what happened?" Rose Garrett asked while studying where her fingertip traced about the shape Jerry Dandridge's palm. She lay on the bed beneath the silk sheet while holding his hand above her; he lying beside her. She had been a vampire for a year and a half and officially nineteen; it was September. They were now located in Jerry's homeland; staying long enough to gather up enough of his homeland soil. There was always curiousness about what if circumstances had been different; especially for her. Her head turned and looked to his stunning profile; his eyes closed and a very relaxed expression over his face. "Well? Do ya?" she asked and watched his brow furrow with thought.

"No," he gave a simple answer.

"Seriously, you've never thought once what if I had just upped and moved to Oak Street when you were alive and kicking in 1985?" she asked, surprised to his too simple of an answer.

"No," he again gave his simple answer then somewhat elaborated, "There's no reason to wonder because it never happened."

"Ah, come on," she released his hand then rolled on her side propping her head against her hand and elbow against the bed, "Do you think you would've noticed my ass or any other part of me?"

"It never happened," he repeated.

"But what if it had?" she asked, "What if I had somehow gotten involved in all that bullshit, hmm? Would ya have offed me because you woulda been too focused on getting your fangs in Miss Prissy Virgin Pants, huh?"

He shook his head without opening his eyes. "Though I died," he spoke with his typical calm and cool tone, "I prefer how things worked out; it all worked out as it was meant to happen."

"Ah, you don't wanna say it but you probably woulda done to me like you did that Edward kid and hire me to help off Brewster." She nodded in agreement to her assumption, "Yeah, you woulda turned me into a mindless ass-kissing slave and have me do your bidding. Or would ya have, hmm?" She hummed with those concepts, "Hey," she poked him in the shoulder, "Hey, maybe your vampire charms wouldn't have worked on me because," she paused trying to put the reason together, "Yeah, maybe since I was gonna be a goner anyways, well, maybe your mesmerizing skills wouldn't have worked on me. Hey," she patted his shoulder, "Hey, maybe you did have your ass kicking seduction skills when you started bugging me all ghostly and stuff but since I was near knocking on death's door they didn't work." She rolled back onto her back with her eyes brightened by those concepts.

"Rose," he frowned keeping his eyes closed; she could still be annoying after over a year, "Don't let your imagination go too wild. All that matters is right now, not then or no 'what if' scenarios."

"Wow," she practically tuned out what he said, "What a ride that would've been. How annoyed would you have been if your vampire sexy skills were useless on me? You woulda been frustrated like you were in my dreams." She giggled; practically imaging him all angry because when he looked into her eyes nothing worked except for the fact he was gorgeous.

"I give up," he shook his head resting his hand against his face then slid it back combing his fingers through his hair.

"That's funny," she again giggled with her mind filling with the entire concept, "Holy shit I woulda been sixteen and a junior. Wow, ha, you woulda been a bigger pervert if you remotely found me attractive, worse than what's her face." She belted out an amused laugh, "Oh, talking about robbing the cradle!" she again laughed loudly then her laugh ceased, "Wait," her eyes frowned with some not so good scenarios, "Yeah, you were too hot on that sweetheart's trail and wouldn't have remotely found me attractive because of what's her face's face. Damn, that sucks!"

"Again, never happened!" he slightly grumbled.

"Ya know," she thought for a moment, "I think I'm prettier than her. Yeah she had that whole sweet innocent thing going on but I think I'm prettier than her."

"Rose," he finally opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at her, "Rose, you're beautiful and who knows what would've happened. If you were involved, well, either I would have wanted to pursue you or kill you." He watched her quickly look at him with a gasp of shock, "You at sixteen probably meant you were more annoying because of the younger age. So, it's quite possible your annoying side would have made me want to kill you just to get you to shut the hell up." He watched her eyes narrow and lips press together, "And, then again, you're remarkably beautiful and possibly might have changed my mind about Amy Peterson. But we will never know that because," he leaned closer and spoke very slowly, "It never happened." He watched her again attempt to open her mouth but quickly he reached putting his hand over her mouth, "Now, shut up because you're again being annoying and I don't want to have to kill you." He pulled his hand back and gave an amused chuckle, tucked his hands behind his head and grinned closing his eyes.

"You're a shithead." She quietly said then smiled wide and loudly sang, "But I love you!" She swiftly rolled bringing her arm over him and planted a firm kiss on his cheek, "And you love me!"

"Yes," he released a slow huff, "Yes, I love you."

"Oh yes you do." She pouted her bottom lip, "And you would never kill me because," she started a little taunting song, "You love me and you wanna kiss me because you love me and you wanna touch me!"

He opened his eyes and looked at her widely grinning face. "You want me to kiss and touch you?" he asked and watched her eagerly nod, "Fine, I'll kiss and touch you on one condition."

"Gah, you and your conditions." She narrowed her eyes with suspicion.

"You don't say another damned word about what if this or what if that." He eyed her thoughtful expression.

"Eh, whatever," she shrugged then nodded. She screeched the instant he rolled and sent her onto her back with his lips kissing hers and hands swiftly touching her. She may have agreed not to speak of it; didn't mean she wouldn't think of it. It was too intriguing a thought to dismiss for her overly active brain.

What if? What if Rose Garrett arrived to Oak Street at the tender but annoying age of sixteen? What if she had come across the whole situation with Charley Brewster and the vampire living next door? What if 1985 was her first meeting with the cunning and overly charming immortal Jerry Dandridge? What if? Instead of meeting the spectral version of the creature of the night and met him in physical living undead flesh, what if? Had those brewing cancerous blood cells in deed prevented her from being mesmerized even by his ghost, death her destiny because of the blood disease? Could a future unknown death prevent her from being seduced by his powerful supernatural wiles?

Hmm, what if?

Rose's What If Scenario

Fall 1985

Black and white trimmed Converse high-top sneakers moved against the concrete walkway that lined outside the row of classroom doors of the high school. Other passing shoes darted left to right trying to get to those classrooms before the bell chimed last call. Soft natural rose pink lips pressed together as a little heavy metal tune hummed passed in harmony to the same tune muffled through two Walkman earpieces tucked against two music deafened ears. A bundle of strawberry blonde hair lightly bounced with each step of those Converses and swayed as the head it was atop of lightly bobbed side to side to the beat of Twisted Sister's S.M.F. while subtly lip syncing the lyrics. Two large blue eyes peered through the lenses of black framed glasses. Sixteen year old Rose Garrett was the newest arrival to that bustling high school. She stumbled the moment a short haired fellow female student brushed passed her, caused her to grumble and watched the fast walking teen march forward then literally barge her way between two teen guys a short distance ahead. Her nose wrinkled, lips grimaced, and eyes narrowed thinking how rude that primly dressed dirty blonde and curly haired chick was.

With a shrug she continued forward adjusting the strap of her backpack over her shoulder and again started to hum nearing the two guys; one short with blonde spiked hair and the other brown haired wearing a tan jacket with patches at the elbows. She made a little side step around the two just as the short one spun to leave the other and rammed into her causing her to stumble backwards. "Shithead!" she shouted catching herself before falling backwards after having been knocked off the edge of the walkway, "Hey, watch it!" She grumbled and watched the short spiky haired teen widely grin at her, "God, what the hell is with you people here?! Always running into folks! Gah!" She shook her head then marched away to finish her day, her second week at the new school.

Evil Ed Thompson was instantly smitten with the new girl, the closest contact he ever had with any girl. He forgot his anger towards his best and only friend Charley Brewster, turned back to Charley with a huge smitten grin. "Oh, Brewster," he slightly cackled, "I think I'm in fucking love!"

Charley shook his head, had his own problems with his high school sweetheart Amy Peterson being pissed at him from that Saturday's little lover's spat because he was too damned distracted by what looked like a coffin being lowered into the neighboring house by two guys.

Rose finished her day and was walking home since her dad, John Garrett, was working late at the factory he was trying to help be taken over by the East Coast company he worked for. Her annoying little brother Jacob was hanging out after school, as usual, with his friends until their dad picked him up. She was on her own until the other two family members came home. She stopped at the local public library to pick up something else to read besides her heavy metal magazines; a copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula.

After the library she stopped at the local pharmacy to make the much needed purchase of the latest informative heavy metal magazine adorned with the leather wearing and whip wielding Alice Cooper. By the time she neared her new neighborhood, Oak Street, it was pretty much dark with the amber glow of the streetlights lighting her little trek over the cracked sidewalks lining along the property lines of all different styled houses from really, really old to the more modest 60s bungalows. She walked along the sidewalk adjacent of the one on the side of the street she lived on. She was blissfully oblivious to anything around accept for the unique vocals of Ozzy Osbourne singing in her ears. She was even oblivious to her singing aloud to Mr. Crowley.

"Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure. Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport." she sang loudly while her Converses worked a little front to back dance step, "Uncovering things that were sacred, manifest on this earth. Oh, conceived in the eye of a secret," Her head started a gentle head bang while her eyes closed off and on focusing on the metal melody, "Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse?!" She finally opened her eyes focusing where her obliviousness had brought her. Her head slowly turned and eyes widened looking up at three story monster of a house with creepy lighting glowing through the windows. Yeah, she knew the house and remembered a 'for sale' sign staked in its yard but now the sign was gone. She was damned happy her dad didn't move her into that creepy old house, instead of the one across the street that was cozy and family friendly.

"Freaking creepy," she mumbled under her breath, not hearing the words because of the deafening music. She stepped backwards, stepped off the sidewalk curb and went to turn around but startled the moment a gray Jeep Cherokee skidded to an abrupt stop an inch from the tips of her Converses. Her head darted to the left and saw a creepy face glaring at her. Damned people were rude in that town, she thought, and damned creepy by the look of the weirdo glaring at her; jerk almost ran over her damned toes over.

She watched the guy's grimacing lips move but the music prevented her from hearing him. "What?!" she shouted then remembered the music and tucked her hand into the pocket of her jacket turning the music off, "What?!"

"Whatchya doing, kid?" the creepy driver of the Cherokee asked with a grumble.

"Um, trying to cross the damned street and not get hit by a car." She sarcastically answered.

"Yeah, well, should keep your eyes on where you're walking, kid, instead of spying on people's houses." The guy, Billy Cole, stated with an almost threat in his tone.

"I wasn't spying, you shithead!" she snapped back; he was damned rude and creepy at the same time, "Well, you shoulda been watching what you were doing instead of trying to run down a pedestrian, shithead!"

"What did you call me?!" Billy narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, you heard me!" She spouted back then defiantly smirked and swung her leg forward kicking the side of the jeep. She lavished seeing his jaw drop in shock by her blatant abuse of the jeep. She cockily smiled wide watching him lean his head out of the window looking where she kicked then back to her with his eyes glaring hatefully at her. "Whatchya gonna do, huh?" she continued to taunt him, "You gonna call the police because little bitty me assaulted your poor jeep, huh? Or are ya gonna get out and pound your fists against your chest and make gorilla sounds, hmm?" She anticipated the guy's comeback but the moment he opened his mouth nothing came out because his eyes quickly looked passed her and a satisfied smirk formed over his creepy thin lips. She didn't like the guy's expression, creepier in a more sinister way. "You're creepy," she commented aloud and again the guy glared with his eyes at her but held his satisfied smirk, "Yeah, really, really, really creepy."

"What seems to be the problem?" A voice spoke from the front porch of 99 Oak.

Rose's eyes grew wide; oh, she was so busted mouthing off to the creepy guy in the jeep. Then the creepy guy drove forward swinging the jeep into the driveway of the old house disappearing to the back. She slowly reached up and lowered the headphones from over her ears, draping them around her neck; heard the porch steps of the old creepy house creak. Yeah, she could imagine her dad's expression the moment he was informed of her poor attitude towards the neighbors. It was time to pull out that deceptive sweet and innocent face; she formed a huge smile then slowly turned her head into an innocent tilt and slowly turned to the side. Her blue eyes batted behind the lenses of her glasses seeing a shadowy silhouette standing on the walkway; yeah, recognized the whole scolding posture with the arms crossed over the chest. Oh, she felt she was in some serious trouble.

"What seems to be the problem?" The male voice repeated smooth and calmly.

"Ah," she mumbled a bit; not sure how much this guy saw, "That guy," she pointed at the driveway, "Yeah, that guy nearly plowed me over when I was gonna cross the street." She aimed then pointed in the direction of her house. There was just something creepy about the shadowy silhouette because it was shadowy and didn't move. The lights through the windows behind that foreboding figure made the silhouette even creepier. She wanted to turn and run. "Ah, okay," she was gonna make a confession, "Yeah, I wasn't paying attention, listening to my tunes," she pointed at the headphones, "But he was damned rude trying to stake the claim I was being damned nosy and I wasn't and he was being damned creepy too. So, yeah, whatever."

"You live across the street." The voice commented.

"Yeah, what of it?" she couldn't filter her own rudeness when it came down to it; that North Eastern defensive attitude was deeply instilled.

"I apologize if Billy frightened you." The voice said, "He can be very protective of our privacy."

"Ha, frightened? Yeah, right," she sarcastically chimed, "Protective? Yeah, well, put the guard dog on a leash before he bites someone and passes on the rabies virus."

Quite the rude little thing standing there just off the sidewalk; Jerry Dandridge thought. The first neighbor he had the, well, displeasure of meeting. Typically he'd let Billy handle things but couldn't go about causing a scene directly in front of the new house now could he? Didn't need suspicion knocking on his front door. He stepped forward allowing the light of the streetlamp to cast over him; only charm and his undoubted good looks could ease this situation.

Her eyes frowned; suddenly one of her all time favorite Scorpions tunes started playing in her head, Hey You. Oh, that shadowy silhouette was no longer shadowy. Oh, the light from the streetlamp just gave a whole new meaning to her favorite Scorpions melody. Now he wasn't creepy like his silhouette seemed; damned good looking was what he was but she wouldn't let it show, just keep the tune playing on repeat in her head. He was older, quite a bit older but pretty pleasant to look at though he wasn't remotely anything like those that wallpapered her bedroom walls. No, he wasn't Vince Neil or Nikki Sixx; the total opposite. Stylishly dressed, nearly black hair, obviously nearly black brown eyes, that tan that came only naturally, and, well, just damned good looking. But the expression of his face; there was just a hint of a creepy vibe about the crooked smirk. Yeah, good looking and just a tad creepy. "Okay, bye," she turned and started across the street and lipped 'wow'.

He blinked, what the hell was that? His eyes frowned as his head shook; what just happened? She didn't remotely respond the way pretty much every young or old woman would upon looking at him. He was stumped and slowly turned; she just upped and walked away without a single hint of being charmed by him. That was just strange and almost as annoying as her big mouth. He shook it off and returned into the house to prepare for that evening's guest; a lovely curvy blonde dressed in blue silk.

Yeah, those stars weren't bad but weren't no East Coast stars for sure. Rose lay on the slant of the shingled roof just outside her bedroom window staring up at the evening sky. She missed her East Coast and head banging friends. She hadn't made any friends at the new high school yet and wasn't really looking to make any unless they came to her. She was doing everything possible to show her dad how miserable she was; moped around the house or hid in her room with the record player blaring her mood music. Yep, played angry music to let her dad know she was miserable there. She sat up peering up and down Oak Street; every house was pretty much dark with exception to the two houses across the street. The house next to the creepy one had a dim light on in the upstairs window and the window adjacent to that one at the big old creepy house was on. She was glad her window faced the street instead of the neighboring house; who knows what perverts lived next door.

She reached up and pulled down the headphones listening to the silence of the neighborhood; missed the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Suddenly she heard what sounded like a scream but somewhat distant but not that distant; the old creepy house's lit window went out after the seconds long scream stopped. "Oh, fucking creepy as hell," she mumbled under her breath with a grimace then stood up on the slanted roof and climbed back through her window, "Fucking creepy neighborhood, this place sucks."

The following day was typical until the end of the day when she was actually approached by a fellow high school peer. Oh, it was the spiky blonde guy that rammed into her the previous day. He was an awkward kinda guy that kept a big smile the entire he mumbled his introduction. "Hi," she listened to him laugh nervously, "I'm Ed Thompson." She eyed the short guy; looked like he just might appreciate some good heavy metal tunes though his hair was more of a Billy Idol cut and style. "Hey," she nodded standing there at the curb outside the high school, "Rose Garrett."

"Um, sorry about yesterday," the awkward Ed said with a weird and awkward grimace while rocking front to back on his sneakers.

"Eh, don't worry about it." She waved her hand, "Not the first time someone slammed into my ass and it won't be the last for sure."

"Ah, you waiting for a ride?" Ed asked; found the rocker chick kinda hot.

"Yeah, not really," she thought for moment then shrugged, "Eh, likely I'm walking home because my Dad's probably working late at the factory."

"Oh, cool," Ed nodded, "Yeah, my friend Brewster, his mom works there."

"Huh, cool," she nodded, "My Dad's like the new boss or something."

"So, ah," Ed wanted to make conversation with his new crush, "So, um, you like vampire flicks?"

She thought for a moment then informed, "I don't know; sometimes. I think they can be damned lame."

Oh, poor Ed was devastated by that information. "Oh, huh," he felt his spirits dashed.

"Just ain't seen any good movies with vampires; ain't all into that romantic vampire bullshit." She shook her head; nope, hated pansy assed vampires, "I like the good old blood and gore; violent like my music."

"Ah, cool," Ed nodded; maybe she wasn't too bad, "What kind music you like?"

"Oh," she loved that subject then faced him pulling open her jacket showing him her Dio band tee, "I got this at the concert me and my old friends went to back east."

Ed didn't mind her showing him her shirt; let him have a good look at her pretty decent chest. He smiled wide barely focusing on the shirt's content. "Cool," he nodded; yep, cool because those were her boobs behind that shirt.

"Yeah, fucking cool to be exact." She nodded, didn't pay attention to him ogling her chest then closed the jacket, "Well, I gotta start hiking back home."

"Where you live?" Ed eagerly asked.

"Oak Street," she quickly answered adjusting her backpack strap against her shoulder.

"That's where Brewster lives, 101 Oak street." He quickly explained.

"No shit," she nodded, "Right across the street from me. So he's the one that drives the impressive Mustang."

"Yep," he nodded, "Jerk won't give me ride home."

"Well, what a shithead." She shook her head, "What sorta friend is that?"

"Yeah, he's become a total dick." He explained the nature of his failing friendship with Charley, "Ever since he's gotten with Amy Peterson but I think the loser is having chick problems with her."

"What won't let her ride in his car either?" she joked and startled upon Ed's loud cackling laugh.

"Nah, likely he tried getting in her pants or something and she got pissed at him for trying." That was his conclusion, "She's too nice."

"Ha," she quipped, "Typical."

"Yeah," he nodded, "So, um, my neighborhood is near there, can I chill and walk with you?"

"Eh, why the hell not?" she shrugged then turned waving him to walk with her.

Yay, Rose made a new friend finally even if he was a tad weird and awkward and his laugh practically startled her every time it belted out of his mouth so randomly. She gave the goofball her phone number so they could maybe hang out and listen to tunes; gotta corrupt the little bugger with her spectacular heavy metal. He did ramble on quite a bit about a local show called Fright Night hosted by an old hammer film actor named Peter Vincent; the kid sure loved Peter Vincent and those tacky Gothic romantic vampire flicks. Things seemed to continue pretty quietly around that neighborhood; again one night she noticed the creepy house's upstairs light on but thankfully no scream happened before the light went out. She swore, before crawling through the window she saw someone go running from the Brewster house to the creepy house's back yard. She shrugged it off and got into bed being sung to sleep by the rich and powerful vocals of Iron Maiden.

The next day, Saturday, after going to the library to return Dracula and on her walk back home she caught glimpse of Ed's friend Charley Brewster walking across the street with some suit wearing black guy; the Mustang and a big LTD parked before her house. Her music deafened her from hearing any words as the two were seen going to the front door of the creepy old house. She head bobbed her way across the street stepping around the front end of the LTD. Not long after that while grabbing a bag of Doritos and can of Coke from kitchen she heard a shitload of yelling going on out front of her house. She peeked out the window seeing and hearing Charley getting his ass chewed out by the stout black guy who kept pointing his finger in the teen's desperate looking face. She shrugged and retreated to her bedroom to continue reading her heavy metal magazine while her music blared. By nightfall she caught glimpse of that good looking neighbor gracefully making his way to the Brewster front door then continued on her way off the front porch to take an evening stroll around the neighborhoods while indulging her addiction to heavy metal.

She returned to the neighborhood of Oak Street about an hour later moving along that adjacent sidewalk while loudly humming to the music of Krokus. Her fingers twitched quickly in rhythm to the guitar while her head bobbed side to side to the drum beat. She lipped the lyrics while her flats stomped the sidewalk. "Did you read it in the papers?" She softly sang and abruptly stopped chiming, "About the danger coming your way?" She continued forward with a little jump but again went to an abrupt top the moment she saw the good looking but slightly creepy guy stepping onto the sidewalk moving with a graceful stroll towards his creepy digs. "Midnight maniac…he's a killer at large…" she quietly said with a smirk changing the 'he' to 'she' then continued forward. It happened after midnight in your neighborhood, it coulda been you; she sang the lyrics in her head. She went to another stop because he did upon noticing her. Her eyes shifted from side to side; there was just something more about that guy besides his obvious mature good looks and nodded in agreement with that thought.

Okay, there she was again; that annoyingly speaking little strawberry blonde teenage girl who previously seemed oddly unaffected by his typically overwhelming charms. His lips formed that sly crooked smirk; besides having to deal with Charley Brewster there was a challenge with that one down the sidewalk. "Hello again," he spoke up; made damned sure the vocals were perfect.

Oh, lordy, he had to say something; she slightly grimaced; didn't hear him but saw the motion of his damned weirdly smirking lips under the streetlamp lighting. She softly growled then lifted her hand pointing at her headphones; yeah, not gonna stand there having a damned conversation with the guy though he wasn't at all bad to look at. Just had a creepy vibe, not as creepy as the vibe she got from whomever that other Billy guy was. She smirked then stepped off the sidewalk marching across at an angle towards her house.

Seriously, he was dumbfounded, what the hell was wrong with her? What female could remotely not find him damned irresistible? Not even Charley's mother couldn't stop from falling all over herself because of him. His eyes followed the girl's stroll back towards her house. He was damned frustrated; almost as frustrated as he was with damned Charley Brewster's snooping. He sneered then turned going to the front porch of his house. How was it possible? How the hell was his very presence not making the annoying little thing swoon? Oh, yeah, she didn't hear those two damned words but it wasn't just his impeccable vocals that could charm the panties off any woman, his damned good looks and that powerful gaze!

He stomped up onto the porch but halted before the doors upon hearing a loud voice sing, "MIDNIGHT MANIAC, HE'S A KILLER AT LARGE!" He slowly turned to the side seeing that girl disappear into her house. Gotta get access to that house; he determined with a sharp nod then turned entering his house to prepare for the late night visit to Charley.

During the night Rose sat in her room watching that so called horror late night show Fright Night; laughed at the vampires and Peter Vincent. When she had enough she got up off the bed and turned the television off. A loud crashing sound from outside caused her to startle; huh, maybe they had a band of raccoons running amuck dumping trashcans. She shrugged and jumped onto her full sized bed covering her ears with the headphones falling asleep and having one hell of a weird dream that had tall, dark, and somewhat creepy in it; not too bad.

The following night Rose got a really weird call from the only person she made somewhat friends with, Ed Thompson. Ed went on and on about his nutcase pal Charley Brewster believed the guy in the creepy house as some hooker killing vampire. She listened to the boy cackle over and over calling his friend a fruitcake but, according to Ed, the coolest news was he and the fruitcake's sweetheart Amy had convinced Peter Vincent, the horror host, with a wad of dough to go over to the creepy house to prove to Brewster that the guy named Jerry Dandridge wasn't a vampire. An invite was given and it was too damned good to pass up and the events were so conveniently held across the street. "Oh, shit, hell I'm in!" she excitedly agreed; gotta have a first row seat at this venue of pure insanity!

By the next night Rose shouted her goodbyes to her dad and little brother and marched out the front door at about six-thirty. She dressed appropriately, well, for any occasion. Spiffy Ozzy tee shirt a little worn and faded, black flats with a black tights beneath a knee length black stretch cotton skirt, her dad's old black leather and silver buckled jacket, and headphones over her ears blaring mood music that was Balls to the Wall by Accept. Ha, she thought, Charley's gonna get his balls to the wall alright. She saw the pacing Charley Brewster and the quietly standing Amy Peterson all pretty and perky dressed too damned prim and proper and Ed madly waving at her as she stepped off the sidewalk. She saw the grimace on Charley's face; someone didn't expect a stranger attending the festivities. Ed bounced up to her with his huge smile, "Hiya, Ed!" she greeted while turning off the walkman and pulling back the headphones.

Ed beamed and looked to Amy and Charley, "Hey, guys, this is Rose."

"What's she doing here?" Charley quickly asked, his mind momentarily taken off the impatient wait for Peter Vincent's arrival.

"I invited her," Ed defensively said, "She's cool."

"Hi," Rose greeted and waved to Charley and Amy; Amy gave a sweet smile and soft hello.

"Does she know too?" Charley quickly asked.

"Oh, that your neighbor guy is a bloodsucker," Rose said with a smirk, "Oh, yeah, Ed's told me all about it. That is the shit. And, you know what," she glanced at Ed who was still beaming then looked to Charley, "I understand your suspicions." Oh, she was gonna milk it for sure.

"You do?" Charley asked with surprise.

"Yeah, I had a run in with that one shithead, the weirdo with the blonde hair, Billy." Rose built the anticipation, "He almost run my ass over. Oh, then the other guy came outside afterwards all creepy and shit. I saw him the other night leaving your digs and I just walked the opposite direction. Creepy shit." She again glanced at Ed who was turning red in the face trying not to laugh in response to her morbid humor, "Yeah, so I wanna see this shit first hand."

"Really," Charley gasped then heard the sound of a vehicle.

"Here he comes!" Amy called out.

Rose pressed her lips together while nudging Ed with her hand. She watched an old foreign car come rolling to the curb before the creepy house and from the car came the guy who looked exactly as he did that Saturday on his show. Oh, that's just too much, she thought to herself. She shook her head listening to Charley's babblings about the importance of Peter Vincent bringing his vampire killing kit with them but the old actor put on a good show whipping out a little vile of water. She knew the water wasn't blessed, that's what Ed told her. She strolled beside Ed while they all made their way to the creepy house. She kept shaking her head listening to Charley continue to rag on Peter Vincent while the hammer film star knocked on the door's window. The door came open and there was the shithead who announced his name, Billy Cole. Looked even creepier with good lighting; she silently thought. Everyone piled forward through the door with Billy greeting everyone until she came to the door smirking at the guy.

"Ah," Billy mumbled not expecting a fifth wheel within the group.

"Yep, guess who?" Rose chimed then swung her foot over the threshold, "Ha, shithead." She hurried to catch up with the others and giggled upon hearing Billy grumble with annoyance. She eyed the joint; most of the stuff looked damned old and there were two connecting walls loaded with multiple types of clocks. Yep, she determined the house looked just as creepy on the inside as it did on the outside. "Hey, Jer, they're here!" she listened to creepy guy Billy call up the length of the stairs then heard Peter Vincent ask, "Perhaps he didn't hear you?" Then creepy guy replied, "Oh, he heard me alright." Damn creepy guy got creepier the more he opened his mouth; she thought with a wrinkle of her nose. Oh then at the top of the stairs creaked causing her and everyone to look to the top and that was when Hey You started to loudly sing her mind.

There he was; the shadowed silhouette that transformed into the physical manifestation of Rose's all time favorite Scorpions song. Yep, there he was again, stylishly dressed head to toe, munching down on a peach or something, and descended the stairs like a graceful and smooth god. By all means, not a heavy metal god but some type of god of smooth and calm and cool and of good looks. Oh, she about wished she could watch that descent again while the song continued its full cycle through her brain. Damn, then he went and smiled upon greeting the old man and what a smile; yep had a seriously attractive smile. Yet, she had a sense he knew that; like he was full of himself talking almost in a condescending manner to the old guy telling the actor that he found those tacky gothic vampire flicks amusing, very amusing. She actually choked trying not to laugh. Then things took a whole other note the moment the guy named Jerry Dandridge took a step to the side looking directly at Charley's sweetheart; something odd was about the guy's expression while eye locked with Amy. Her eyes shifted to Jerry then to Amy and back again.

Peter Vincent had given introductions with an English accent but stammered a bit upon noticing Rose, "Oh, I'm sorry, dear; I never got your name."

"That's Rose!" Ed volunteered turning to the side smiling at Rose.

"Oh, a lovely name." Peter sang.

Rose felt all eyes on her which made her immediately uncomfortable especially when not so creepy in the light but became creepy again upon looking at Amy looked at her with his large brown eyes. "Ah," she leaned back a bit, "Hi, I'm just along for the ride." She frowned wondering what the hell that Jerry guy was trying to prove by looking at her like he was. Look at Amy again; she was mentally urging the guy and finally he did. Phew, she sighed, that was not like weird or nothing; she shook her head. Her eyes continued to frown as she watched Jerry stroll up to Amy who was blushing. Then the guy pulled out one of the oldest tricks in the book; snatched up sweet and innocent Amy's hand then brought it to his lips pressing a cheesy kiss. She again choked back a laugh then heard the smooth talker say, "Charmed." She pressed her lips firmly together wanting to belt out a seriously loud laugh then his eyes darted her direction. She mockingly rolled her eyes at him and watched his brows furrow.

Oh, she was so damned annoying; Jerry thought the moment he watched Rose roll her eyes, she not at all affected by him and his damned overwhelming sex appeal. He ignored Rose and rose up from the little hand kiss and quipped, "Is that what vampire's are supposed to do, Charley?" he chuckled causing everyone else to laugh at Charley's expense. Then he went to turn and heard a quip from the unwanted gallery, "Yep, that's exactly what vampire's are supposed to do." His head darted and looked to Rose who was beaming with a proud smile.

"Hey, just ask Mr. Vincent." Rose added more than a few cents; a whole bill, "He's dealt with vampires who've likely pulled the same stunt. That's some serious old school stuff right there." She glanced at Charley who was beaming that he believed he had someone on his side then she looked back to Jerry who looked like he was having one hell of a time to maintain his cool. "Hey, I call it as I see it." She glanced at the others, "What?"

Jerry turned and planted a huge smile on his face. "All in fun," he sang then led the group into the sitting room trying to shake off the annoying little girl and her ability to really get on his nerves. Calm and cool; he repeated over and over in his head. And, what the hell, his charms were working on that very familiar faced young Amy but not Rose!

Rose again rolled her eyes upon hearing Amy chime to Ed, "God, he's neat." Who the hell says neat anymore besides people who survived the 60s without being stoned? Charley leaned closer to her and actually thanked her smart assed remark with a whisper, "Thanks, glad someone here believes me." She didn't believe him but why not continue milking for a good old time at the poor nut bar's expense. "Hey, no problem." She smiled with a nod then sneakily reached up putting the headphones over her ears and turned on her music but kept the volume low but high enough to block out anymore of the babbling farce. She had recorded Balls to the Wall onto a blank cassette repeating it over and over filling both sides. She stood there just watching but not listening. Her eyes wandered around a bit eyeing all the old junk, some modern art pieces, but a ton of old junk. She saw lips moving but heard no words. Caught glimpse of the holy water drinking bit; Jerry didn't burst into a festering pile of goo.

Oh, then Charley whipped out a cross aiming it at Jerry which she found odd that Jerry backed off and bonehead creepy Billy stepped forward like the damned guard dog he was. Her eyes frowned, felt the tension in the room even through her music. There was a slight moment she sensed a type of standoff silently happening between Jerry and Charley. Then everything went straight back to a visual of light and airy with Jerry getting all smiley and chummy putting his arm about Peter Vincent's shoulders. Her head turned following the group catching sight of when Billy purposely bumped Charley giving the kid a seriously threatening and creepy expression. She marched forward shoving Charley passed the guy then glared at Billy Cole, "You're creepy, shithead." She quietly grumbled at the guy not hearing her own words, "Yeah, you are."

"What you call me, kid?" Billy grumbled back down at the annoying little girl with his eyes narrowing.

Rose reached up and pulled the headphones from over her ears; she read his slimy lips alright. "Yeah, you heard me, shithead." She coyly grinned up at the big oaf planting her hands on her hips.

"Oh, you little bitch." Billy quietly grumbled back down at the little shit.

Rose's eyes narrowed hatefully up at the creepy weirdo; no one calls Rose Garrett a bitch especially some big and tall reject with messy hair, beady eyeballs, and, well, they don't. Her lips pressed together twisting her face with pure anger. Without another thought and with swift reaction she blissfully watched that creepy Billy lose the color in his face with his mouth gaping and eyes filled with pained tears. "Yeah, you fucking shithead!" she yelled at him and watched him crouch making all sorts of agony filled groans with his hands hugging his groin which was just introduced to her kneecap.

Peter Vincent heard the ruckus as did everyone else; he tucked his cigarette case back inside his jacket then raced forward as all heads turned in direction of some pretty loud groans. "Oh, dear," he mumbled upon seeing their kind host's roommate hunched over using the wall for support and gripping his groin. His wide and shocked eyes looked to the grinning Rose who looked satisfied.

Charley choked back a laugh seeing that brute had been taken down by little Rose with a blow to the balls. Ed was in utter admiration of such a tough rocker chick. Amy just had no idea what to think or say. Oh, and Jerry was in complete and utter shock that his long time keeper had been ruthlessly brought down by the most annoying little girl he had the displeasure of meeting.

"Ha!" Rose remarked, "Hey, shithead, I dedicate this song to you," she chimed pointing down at the guy then sang mockingly at the still groaning creep, "You got your balls to the wall, man!" Suddenly she felt her shoulders grabbed and she was literally being shoved towards the front doors. "Hey," she grumbled, that was the most fun she had in a while, "He asked for it! The creepy shithead called me a bitch!" She listened to Peter Vincent, the one shoving her out the front door, shout apologies to Jerry and the sore balled Billy. When the door slammed she turned and smiled at the shocked faces, well, Charley was damned stoked looking. "What?" she asked as if she hadn't done anything wrong.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady." Peter scolded Rose then stormed down the steps, "Teenagers, they have no respect for anyone or anything!"

"Wait, Mr. Vincent!" Charley shouted and raced to catch up to the embarrassed actor.

Rose shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Jeeze, he did call me a bitch." She mumbled under her breath then brought the headphones over her ears. Ed and Amy had already hurried to follow Charley though the actor was already in his car. She turned and stepped down the porch steps humming with the music not hearing a single damned word and didn't notice those large browns eyes narrowed while watching her trek across the street.

Jerry stood peering through the gap of the curtain watching the little smart ass go her separate way from the other three teens. Oh, she was beyond frustrating and annoying. "She kicked me in the balls!" he heard Billy gripe, "She actually kicked me in the balls the little bitch!" He ignored Billy's complaints; his eyes shifted watching Charley leave with Amy and Ed. Well, at least they still didn't believe Charley which meant all he had to deal with was Charley; his secret was safe as long as Charley was eliminated. Simple, he thought, just simply wait until Charley was left alone, neither his girlfriend nor friend with him, and then take the little bastard out. Yet, what about his keeper's assailant; how should such an annoyance be dealt with? First Charley then Rose; he gave a nod then turned to his pouting keeper. "We're going out." He stated, "Once Charley's alone I strike." He stepped passed Billy.

"What about that girl?" Billy asked feeling that she should be punished for kicking him in his keeper balls.

Jerry halted and slowly huffed, "Later."