Fright Night
1985
The
Dark Street Gothic
Chapter One
by
~GaGa4FrightNight~
(Author)
Well, here's another 'off the top of my head' creation in the process! Hope y'all enjoy it. Again, I will be in Charlotte North Carolina hitting up on some Fright Night 30th reunion action at the Mad Monster Party. Come join me! Also, check out my cover art at Deviant Art, GaGa4FrightNight... Also, supporting the cause for director/writer of Fright Night, Tom Holland. He is selling an all out signed 30th anniversary edition of Fright Night on blu-ray at his site ... check it out and he's gonna be offering some seriously golden behind the scene photos for fans to purchase with his signature and any personalized message to you!
Loves,
~GaGa4FrightNight~
"Hello, beautiful!" Carl loudly sang as he stepped into the dining room with a bouquet of roses clenched in his hand.
"Hello, asshole!" Luna shouted back lacking the same song as Carl.
Carl briefly froze upon the sour greeting then smile broadly and approached the obviously upset Luna. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry I'm late." he sang his apology then brought the bouquet before him and said with a pouty tone, "Please, forgive me, baby."
Luna glared at Carl. She sat at the end of the dining room table laid out with a cold dinner and melted candles. Her eyes shifted to the offered apology in the form of red roses. Again she looked at Carl. "Fuck you, Carl!" she bitterly snapped then pushed back the dining room chair and rose up, "Fuck your damned roses too!" She swung and knocked the bouquet from his hand.
"Ah, baby, come on!" Carl whined and opened his arms to her, "I said I was sorry for being late."
"Late?!" Luna snapped, "Late, Carl?! You are four hours late, you dick!"
"I had to work late, baby." Carl continued to whine.
"Bullshit!" she growled at him and tightly crossed her arms holding her blaming glare firm in his direction, "I'm not fucking stupid, Carl!" She took a step forward and could smell it on him, "That's not my perfume I smell or your cologne! You're so busted, you dog!"
"What, no!" Carl denied with a shake of his head, "You got it all wrong!"
"The hell I do!" Luna grumbled then marched forward and shoved him. She stormed out of the dining room, "Go back to that whore because I'm fucking done with your cheating ass, Carl!" She stormed through the apartment headed for the front door, "When I get back," she continued to shout, "You're shit better be packed and both of you better be gone!" She snatched her coat from the hook near the door. She ignored his typical whiny pleas, swung the door open and marched into the hallway slamming the door behind her.
Luna stomped down the three flights of stairs with her entire face puckered with pure rage. Why had she put up with him all those long five years? Why had she taken him back after each and every time he screwed some other woman? Why had she accepted his damned marriage proposal on New Year's Eve? Did she seriously think he would change his whore ways because he asked her to marry him? She felt stupid, ignorant, and played a damned fool over and over again.
She stepped out of the apartment building somewhat fumbling to tug on her pea coat jacket. She grumbled under breath while stomping her recently purchased heels against the walkway. What a waste, she grumbled in thought, went and bought a whole new outfit just to impress his cheating ass!
She stepped down off the walkway and marched towards her parked car. She skidded to a stop; left the damned car keys in the apartment. "Shit," she cursed herself then flung her arms in the air. She turned on those really expensive spiked heels then stormed across the length of the parking lot. All she wanted was to be as far away from Carl as possible even if it meant walking her ass somewhere.
She reached the main entrance into the apartment complex subdivision. Her hands buttoned those four large black button then tucked into the coat pockets. Her mind raced with all those stupid memories where she wasted five years on Carl. Many nights she waited up for him and would only hear more of his lame excuses while she desperately tried to ignore the unfamiliar perfume or lipstick stains smudged on any part of his clothes. She couldn't count how many times she found those damned lipstick stains and the worst was finding a smudge on the crotch of his damned boxers. No more, she told herself, not again. She refused to ever allow him back into her life!
She left the subdivision moving onto the sidewalk with her head down in shame. She was ashamed of herself having allowed him so many chances. There were more than three strikes, several. Instead of granting him safety at home base she should've bashed his damned head in with the damned baseball bat. She hated herself for lacking the confidence to be without him. Why did she ever fall in love with him? Oh, she griped in thought, because he was a sweet talker with such deceptive charms which also explained how he managed to find other women to screw him. How many of those women knew about her, his fiancé? A bunch of whores if they knew he was engaged!
She continued along the sidewalk with her thoughts spinning in a vortex of hate, hurt, and shame. Every emotion imaginable spun and spun through her thoughts until coming to a stop to just emotional pain. She felt the tears swell and sting within her cat green eyes. Her right hand slipped from her jacket pocket and lifted to rub away the tears. Her hand dropped and she grumbled seeing the smudge of mascara then loudly she grumbled. She put so much effort to make herself worthy of him being faithful but it was obvious that effort was done in vain. Why couldn't he stay faithful and only want to make love to her? But was their sex making love when he went getting it elsewhere?
Her black stocking covered legs moved steadily as those heels clacked against the sidewalk. Damn her, she thought, went and bought entire ensemble from the slinky black silk dress to the sexy undergarment beneath. An entire look done in vain with no reward for such an effort. A wasted look and she thought she achieved a positively sexy look. She wasn't homely, ugly, or at all unattractive, yet, he made her feel that way most of the time. Her body wasn't so bad, a nice figure she thought but to him it wasn't enough. Hell, he never even touched her in ways she thought he should. All those times she faked it just to give him the assumption he was good in bed. He was a damned hack, she figured out by the third time. Yet, he still managed to find women to screw and how? Did he do things with them that he wasn't doing with her? Did he use any tricks on them but never on her?
She shook her head and loudly grumbled. She stopped her trek and looked forward at the lights of town. Forward she continued, maybe she should go to the local bar and sit and drink away her damned sorrows with the name Carl. Her hands fumbled in her pockets. "Shit," she grumbled, had no money on her besides loose change. Her hand pulled from her pocket and between her fingers was pinched a quarter. She slowly huffed through her nose. She wanted to get drunk and who better to get drunk with than the only friend that hung around throughout all her bullshit with Carl; Sella.
Into the main part of town she walked then found the first pay phone. She punched in the number then tucked the quarter into the slot. Patiently she listened to the phone ring and ring waiting for that cheery voice of Sella's. Finally an answer and it was Sella with a loud clamoring of voices and music in the background.
"Sella, it's me Luna." she sighed with relief, "Would you come pick me up." she turned inside the booth looking to the business the phone booth was set near, "Yeah, in front of Willie's Electronics. Well, I'll tell you when you come get me. Okay, see you in a few, thanks." She hung up the phone then stepped out of the booth and took a seat on the nearby bus stop bench.
Sella was her dearest best friend ever since middle school. Sella was the most dependable person she could trust. They were friends for over ten years. Their parents even hung out, a bunch of hippie folks which explained her name. While their parents sat around getting high and talking hippie talk, Sella and Luna shared anything and everything just as sisters would. They went through all their awkward fazes together though it seemed Sella clung to hers. Both were rebellious teens back in high school, not rebellious towards their parents but rebellious to their peers and teachers. Their parents always supported them, wanted them to express themselves and that they did.
Her lips softly smiled upon remembrance of their times together. It wasn't until Carl came along that she tried to set aside those days of being willingly different. She wanted desperately to be everything Carl thought a woman should be. She sighed, five years for nothing. She changed everything and Carl changed nothing.
A glare of headlights caught her attention. She heard the loudly blaring music that was typical for Sella. She rose up off the bench and Sella restored hearse swerved and squealed to a stop at the curb. She smiled upon the passenger window rolling down and there was good old Gothic sister Sella. "Hey," she greeted Sella over the loud music.
"Get your ass in because I have a party to maintain!" Sella shouted while tucking a cigarette between her nearly black burgundy painted lips.
Luna hurried around the front of the black hearse then quickly got into the front passenger seat. "Thanks!" she shouted over the loud Gothic melody.
Sella nodded then sped the hearse into an illegal u-turn, hit the gas and straightened the stretched vehicle driving back towards her creepy digs in an old suburban neighborhood. She snatched her pack of cigarettes with a lighter tucked inside then tossed it to Luna. "You need a damned cigarette!" she shouted over the music, "Then, back at the lair you can get wasted off your ass!"
Luna subtly laughed then lifted the pack of clove cigarettes. She hadn't smoked in over a year and that was just one cigarette. She pulled out the brown cigarette, tucked it between her lips then lit it up. It was sort of relaxing taking that first inhale. She and Sella started smoking at the same time when they were thirteen. She took a good inhale and held it for a moment tasting the rich clove flavored tobacco. Leaned back against the black fur covered seat she exhaled feeling more at ease in the comfort of her best friend who was a ball of hellish fire and so refreshing.
The hears fish tailed turning the corner of the old suburban street. With a skid of the tires it steered with a swerve into the dirt driveway. There were several vehicles scattered about the lawn and along the curb, Sella's obvious guests. The loud music ended inside the hearse but continued to blare from within the three story Victorian that looked as if it were decorated for Halloween. Large gargoyle statues guarded the front porch steps, the porch strung with red lights. The entire structure was painted back with red trim. The house once belonged to Sella's parents who passed in a car accident four years prior and Sella inherited it and turned it into her Gothic lair.
Luna followed Sella up the front porch steps. The moment the front door opened the music became louder and the stench of a combination of cigarette and pot smoke and scented candles streamed outward. It was like stepping into the devil's lair. The interior was consumed by black or red paint over all the walls and every evil representing decorative item imaginable. She wasn't offended or affected, it was Sella's lifestyle and personality which once she shared.
Luna followed Sella to the back of the house where the kitchen was located; all the cabinets painted black, the floor black and red tiles, and even the kitchen table was painted black. Sella grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured it into a black plastic cup and handed it to her. "Thanks," she said then eagerly swallowed the entire contents in one harsh gulp. She hissed then took a drag off the cigarette.
"So, what did fuck up do this time?" Sella asked, fixed herself a glass of vodka.
"The same old shit." Luna answered, "Came home four hours late reeking of some whore's perfume and carrying a fucking bouquet of roses. I'm done!"
"Yeah, you said that last time." Sella commented with a doubtful frown.
"No, I mean it." Luna shook her head, "I told him to get the fuck out, pack his shit and be gone by the time I get back."
"You know, fuck that apartment, let him have it!" Sella grumbled, "Move in here with me and Jewels. I got shit loads of room. Get the fuck outta that life while you can."
Luna smirked, Sella's offer was more than tempting. "You know what," she reached and snatched the bottle of vodka and took a big swallow straight from the bottle, "Fuck him! I'm moving in!"
"Yes, the fuck you are!" Sella cheered then toasted, tapped her plastic cup with the bottle in Luna's hand, "I'll hook you up with a real man!"
Luna nodded and again took another sturdy swallow of vodka then swallowed and chimed, "Yeah, one that knows how to fuck!"
"Fuck, yeah, sister!" Sella laughed then swiftly hugged Luna.
"I gotta piss!" A voice shouted through the locked bathroom door.
"Go piss off the porch, asshole!" Sella yelled while her gloved hands were coated in the darkest red imaginable, "Damn, they have dicks and can aim, so why do they need to piss in a toilet?" She carefully removed the gloves and tossed them into the black trash can. "Well, you're gonna be good old Luna in no time." she commented, "In about ten minutes."
Luna laughed, her hair soaked in an artificial red hair dye. She sat atop the down toilet lid then tossed back another gulp of vodka, the entire bottle now finished. "I can't wait." she said then stood up and faced the black framed mirror hung above the sink, "Whoa, I ain't been this red in forever."
"The blood moon returns!" Sella sang followed by a laugh, "The Black Witch and Blood Moon rise again!"
Luna laughed and turned around on wobbly legs then leaned back against the sink for support. "Fuck yeah!" she sang and gave lifted her hands with her index and pinky fingers erect and other tucked, "Hell yeah!"
Sella bellowed another loud laugh, "That's the damned spirit, sister!"
The party continued but dwindled down to several Gothic fanatics. The music blared and Gothic decked bodies were scattered about the main location of the party which was the living room. Sella was heavily involved in making out with her boyfriend Jewels and Luna was consumed by stepping back into that long forgotten Gothic world she left behind for Carl. Her hair was nearly a blood red and tossed about as she danced atop the large circular and wooden coffee table. It was exhilarating for her to release all that pent up hurt and anger with the use of vodka, clove cigarettes, and just letting loose for once in all those five years. She knew she could count on Sella to help her let go and unwind. She even borrowed a purely Gothic outfit from her best friend.
Atop that table she spun in circles on thick black platforms. Her body was drape in flowing blood red silk with the bodice dipped down nearly to her navel exposing the bare inner sides of her breasts. Her body spun and swayed to the traditional Gothic melody. Her blood red tresses fanned outward as she spun, tossed about her shoulders and against the sides of her face. Her lips widely grinned, painted a ruby red. Her black lined eyes were closed as she allowed the Gothic metal beat to fill her mind, body, and soul.
She ceased her spin, her body shifted into a more sensual dance. Lowly crouching while swaying her hips, her black fishnet covered legs spread and slipped through the thigh high slits at the sides of the dress. She enjoyed the catcalls from the remaining stragglers as Sella cheered and urged her to continue to let loose. Her entire body moved and sexually performed as it hadn't in all those years. She felt her dormant sexuality rise and rise to a boil. Her mind was freed of worries about Carl and his betrayals. She was blissfully numbed to the heartache by the alcohol filling her veins. Her old element was being relived by beautiful Gothic people and music. To hell with Carl and his snobbish ways and boring lifestyle!
The Gothic stragglers crashed, passed out on the floor and furniture. Sella and Jewels had left to their bedroom where the sound of Gothic sexual carnage screamed through the silent house. Luna had found her way outside on the front porch while the rest of the gang of Gothic party guests were out for the count. She sat on the creaky old rocking chair with her eyes glazed by thought. Was she really going to put an end to her and Carl? Would she end up repeating that cycle of that emotional torment? She knew she needed to end that repeat of pain and betrayal. Could she really do it?
She lifted her legs and wrapped her arms around her knees. Her chin rested in the crook between her knees with her eyes staring down with no real focus. Her eyes shifted. Upon arriving to Sella's she never really took notice that the old house across the street was finally occupied.
The street Sella lived on was pretty much vacant and the houses were spread apart a good distance. Sella obviously liked it that way so her weekend Gothic bashes weren't disturbed by bitching neighbors who would likely ship the cops there to shut down the festivities. It was about four in the morning and everything was pretty quiet. The street was dark with exception to the very few streetlights which, to Sella's liking, wasn't anywhere near the house.
Luna's eyes stared at the large sprawl of a house overcome by shadows and a few towering trees. There were a few lights on in the house that was about the same age as Sella's and honestly looked creepier, if it were possible. She remembered that when she and Sella were kids that the house across the street was occupied by a miser old fellow and after he died the house stayed vacant. She never knew it was even for sale.
Her eyes caught glimpse of headlights moving onto Sella's dark street then watched a dark gray Jeep slow then pull onto the driveway across the street of the house she stared at. She heard through the earlier morning silence a vehicle door close. Her eyes squinted focusing where the Jeep's taillights had darkened. The shadows were pretty dark and only a faint hint of movement could be made out. She heard distant shoes race up the house's front steps then the front door slam. The lights in that house stayed on, guessed that someone was more of a vampire than Sella; her lips smirked. She never knew anyone who was more of an night owl than Sella.
"Hey," Sella's voice called from the open front door.
Luna looked to Sella who had that 'I just got laid' disheveled look. "Hey," she greeted and watched Sella move her direction lighting up a cigarette then offered her one. She smiled and took the cigarette, Sella lit it for her. "You got neighbors, finally." she stated, "Think they just might be your type of neighbors, a bunch of night owls."
"Yeah, they moved in like last week or something." Sella nodded while looking to the house across the street, "They're pretty quiet."
"Yeah, nothing like you, huh?" Luna asked with a laugh, "You think they'll eventually turn you in for your loud parties and ritualistic sacrifices?"
"I don't give a shit." Sella snickered, "But they ain't said nothing so far. Hope they keep it that way or I'm gonna have to sacrifice your ass to the devil to make them vanish."
Luna smirked, her friend's morbid humor she loved. "So, have you seen them?" she curiously asked, "Anything worth looking at?"
"Nah," Sella quickly answered exhaling smoke through her nostrils, "I saw one dude. Looks like some sort of lame ass wearing plaid. I hear him pounding around inside and outside the joint every day."
"Hmm, too bad." Luna commented, "Thought since he stays out this late that he just might be interesting."
"I think there's another one." Sella announced, "I'm not sure but I think one night I saw another guy over there. Probably a gay couple."
"What did the other guy look like?" Luna quickly asked then took another drag.
"Don't know." Sella answered, "He doesn't come out much from what I've seen. Only see the other dude coming and going. But I think I've seen a chick or two. So, maybe they aren't gay, just roommates."
"Hey," Luna sparked an idea, "You wanna take a walk over and say hi?"
Sella puckered her lips around the clove cigarette while contemplating the concept. "Hmm, well, since they're still awake," she spoke up with her lips broadening into an intrigued grin, "Why the fuck not?"
"Exactly," Luna stood up from the rocking chair, "Who knows, maybe the other guy will be much more interesting."
"Oh, you wanna scope out the new neighbors." Sella suspiciously commented.
"Well, if I'm gonna be shacking up with you," Luna laughed, "Why the fuck not?"
"That's the devil's spirit, sister!" Sella praised, "Lets get dressed and strut our asses over and officially welcome these guys to the neighborhood of the Black Witch and Blood Moon!"
Out the front door Luna and Sella stepped dressed in their Gothic best. Their black platforms stomped down the concrete steps in sync. They looped arms moving along the walkway then started to playfully skip as if a Gothic rendition of the Wizard of Oz. Sella clenched an unopened bottom of red wine in her hand. They bounced off the sidewalk and continued to skip their way across the cracked street and giggled at their girlishness. For Luna, she's had more fun in those hours than she has in five years with exception to other moments she would come to Sella to liven up her boredom. Now both were going to make some serious first impressions on the new night owl neighbors.
Arm in arm they leapt up onto the sidewalk then pounded their platforms along the cracked walkway that led beneath the shadows cast by the towering tree. Into those shadows they skipped. Both always shared the love of shadows and darkness and everything that went with them. They stopped before the chipped old concrete steps, similar to Sella's house. They glanced at one another then proceeded up the steps. They continued to giggle, perhaps much of the alcohol they drank still lingered within their blood stream. In sync they stepped up onto the porch, a light glowed through the intricate stained glass window centered within the traditional wood door.
Sella looked to Luna and asked,"You sure you wanna do this? They might get pissed that we're bugging them like at 4:30 in the fucking morning."
"I don't give a shit." Luna replied and they grinned at one another.
"Okay," Sella looked forward and slipped her arm from Luna's then brought her fist to the door and started to pound.
Both couldn't stop from giggling as Sella continued to pound her fist against the door.
"Hello!" Sella called out, "It's the welcoming comity from across the street!"
Luna choked on her laugh in response to Sella.
"We know you're awake!" Sella announced, "We just wanna welcome you to the neighborhood! Hello in there!"
Suddenly the door flung open and it was the man Sella had described. A dirty blonde haired man wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and work boots. The man didn't look too pleased about the really early morning and impromptu visit.
"Hello, there!" Sella chimed then reached out the bottle of red wine, "Welcome to the neighborhood! I'm Sella and this is my best friend and new roommate Luna. We live across the street."
"It's kinda a lousy hour, wouldn't you think?" The man asked but mostly stated. His eyes shifted and looked to the offered wine but he didn't take it, "So, you're the one that had the loud party."
"Yep," Sella grinned, didn't take no heed to the man's rudeness, "Hey, should come over and join us next weekend. Be a killer of a good time." She literally shoved the bottle of wine against the guy's chest, "Take it because we don't drink wine."
The man grimaced and reluctantly took the bottle of wine. "Thanks," he said with a scowl.
"You're welcome," Sella chimed, "So, where's the other guy. I know there's to of ya."
"Really," the man continued to scowl, "It's a really bad time."
"What, a bad time?" Sella laughed, "It's never a bad time to meet the neighbors!"
"I don't think my roommate is interested in meeting you right now." the guy commented, "Why don't you come back, say, tomorrow night around seven or something... a more appropriate hour." he oddly grinned, "Then you can personally invite my roommate to your house for your party."
"You're no fun." Sella commented and crossed her arms over her lifted bust, "You gonna give us your name, grumpy?"
"Come back tomorrow and I'll gladly give it you." The guy responded.
Sella narrowed her black thick lined eyes at the guy. "Fine," she snipped then reached and snatched back the bottle of wine, "I'll bring this," she shook the bottle, "Back with us and when we do come back, be a little less rude to us, okay."
"Oh, sure," The guy sarcastically replied, "Night, ladies." He slammed the door.
Sella looked to Luna. "That guy's a dick." she commented.
Luna laughed, "Yeah, but we did show up at the door at 4:30 in the morning."
"So, they're awake ain't they." Sella stated then shook her head, "Hope the other guy ain't a dick like that one." She aimed her thumb at the door and Luna again laughed. "Lets go," she grabbed Luna by the arm, "Let us sleep the sleep of the un-dead, Blood Moon."
"Yes, we shall, Black Witch." Luna sang.
The two best friends marched off the porch and again skipped back across the street.
The guy, Billy Cole peered through the gap in the curtains at the window near the door. His eyes were narrowed while watching the obvious Gothic pair returning to their house.
"Who was that?" A voice came from behind Billy.
Billy turned while shaking his head. "Just the neighbors from across the street." he said then looked to his roommate, "A couple Gothic chicks and I think they were pretty drunk."
Jerry Dandridge stepped forward with his hands tucked in his pants pocket. "Two women?" he asked with a curious lift of his brows.
"I'm not sure if you can call them women." Billy commented, "That one, said her name was Stella or something, seems like a bitch."
"Now, now, Billy," Jerry grinned, "That's very impolite referring to her as a bitch. Women are women, Billy."
"I don't know about that one." Billy somewhat rolled his eyes with doubt, "They're just a couple of those vampire wannabe types. Oh, they'll probably be back tomorrow night to personally give you an invite... into their house."
Jerry amusingly laughed, "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, gonna invite us to another party next week." Billy stated then aimed his thumb behind him, "The house where that loud part was being held, that's where they live."
"Oh, I already guessed that much." Jerry informed, "Our house and theirs are the only occupied houses on this street."
"Yeah, convenient," Billy snickered, "Wait until you get load of them. The other one didn't say a thing while the one ran her mouth."
"Sounds amusing." Jerry commented.
"Yeah, right," Billy sarcastically quipped, "Annoying more like it."
"Billy, you're annoyed by everyone." Jerry stated and watched Billy shrug.
"Hey, I hate everyone but you." Billy stated then stepped passed Jerry.
Jerry slightly shook his head then turned, "Of course you don't hate me, why would you?"