A Fright Night Twist

What If Charley Brewster Was A Girl?

This

Craziness

By

~GaGa4FrightNight~

(Author)

Okie dokie! I just came up with this off the top of my head. Apparently people liked Charley having a sister so, well, in this one I gave him a sex change instead … This is not a word for word Fright Night remake or anything… It's just me being curious to how our sexually glorious Jerry Dandridge would deal with Charley if he was a she and taking Amy Peterson outta the equation and making some twists. Also, since I made Charley into a chick, so was Evil Ed… now Evil Eva… Hope y'all enjoy! It's been fun doing this totally screwed up version! As I wrote this…I realize, hey, they basically did a movie like this…Fright Night rip-off Never Cry Werewolf! I'm such a tool. But mines better 'cause Jerry Dandridge is in it and he's a fine assed vampire!

~GaGa4FrightNight~

The full moon loomed brightly in the night sky with fullness unlike anything ever seen in the suburban sky. The moonlight illuminated the humble suburban neighborhood of Oak Street. The streetlights dimly flickered giving the neighborhood a sleepy glow. Houses were silent with windows lit as families performed their usual nightly rituals. A three story structure sits vacant, a towering figure of a house which minimized the neighboring house. A simple for sale sign sat staked into the front lawn of the older home but dangling from hooks attached to the sign was a lightly swaying sold sign indicating someone had finally purchased the aged property which longed for tender love and care. The minimized house next door, possibly decades younger than its neighboring run down house, sat petite and humble with lights glowing from the downstairs windows and from one single upstairs window. From the half opened window voices could be heard as the thin curtains danced in the light breeze drifting through the opening. Through the window was a view of a television and from it came the voices; a seductive woman cunningly speaks to an unsuspecting man using supernatural wiles to entice him into her deceptive web. The story continues to play out as the man was conned to lay his head against the vixen's breasts exposing his neck to her starved eyes. The moment her red lips parted, fangs exposed, she attempts to sink her teeth into the man but the door flew open. A man with brown hair entered clutching in one hand a hammer and the other a stake. Within moments the man reveals that he was none other than Peter Vincent the Great Vampire Killer and he goes in for the kill.

As the scene of the vampire vixen's death plays out horribly on the television screen with the vampire screaming and the stake being hammered, another mix of sounds drown out the death scene. The sounds fill the bedroom radiating from the floor beside the full sized bed; scattered text books lay about the bed along with strewn pencils and line paper. Beside the bed, pressed down against a pile of pillows, two youthful figures squirm as hands fondled and explored. Excited hums and moans come from both teenagers as their bodies press against one another with legs entwined. The young man's hand roams up and down the young woman's jean covered thigh as she lay slightly beneath him. He moves his hand up and over cupping a handful of her tightly fitted denim covered rear which prompts the young woman to giggle. He giggles too then dares his hand higher slipping his roaming fingers up under the hem of his girlfriend's t-shirt. The girlfriend firstly doesn't react until the boyfriend dares further reaching his hand deeper beneath her t-shirt grazing his fingers against the underside of her bra cup. Charley Brewster, the seventeen year old girlfriend, protests, "I don't think so." then quickly puts an end to her same aged boyfriend Allen's sneaky attempt to cop a feel by grabbing his wrist then jerking his hand down out of her shirt and back cupping her rear.

Allen again begins his roaming up over Charley's hip aiming for the already somewhat hiked t-shirt. The introduction of the local television show's host causes Charley to shove Allen off her and she promptly sits up. She takes a breather feeling heated from their make out session and looked to the television, "Hey, wait, Peter Vincent's on." she announces though it doesn't deter Allen who quickly replies, "Who cares?" then brings an eager arm around Charley and practically clotheslines her back against the scattered pillow. At first Charley goes into a giggle fit feeling the ticklish sensation of Allen's suckling lips against the side of her neck. Again their heated lips are locked together with open mouths and wandering tongues. And, once again, Allen works his hand and anxious fingers up under Charley's t-shirt. Charley nudges Allen's hand back down to her hip but quickly it was again inching under her shirt, "Allen, stop," she breathed within their kissing, "Behave." She again moved his hand down but this time with a bit more force. Her eyes snapped open upon feeling him again bring his hand just near her bra cup covered right breast which finally ends her patience. "Damn it, Allen!" she snaps loudly then used both her hands and knees to shove him back against the side of the bed, "How many times do I have to tell ya to stop!" She quickly scrambles to her feet immediately crossing her arms over her chest with frustration.

Allen frowned staring up at Charley. "What the hell, Charley," he snaps back, frustrated by the sexual frustration, "It's been nothing but 'Allen, stop!' for a damned year now!" He stands up staring at the back of her head. He finally took a breath and quickly regretted what he said. "God, Charley, I'm sorry." he apologized with a regretful sigh.

Charley stared down at the floor, her brown eyes also filled with a type of regret. She understood her boyfriend's frustration; they never even made it to second base really. Her shoulders slouched then she turned around and looked up at him. "I'm sorry too." she apologized though rightfully she had good reasons for being frustrated with him, "It's just I'm a kinda nervous, that's all." She saw the understanding in his eyes which reminded her why she liked him in the first place.

"Yeah, I know," Allen nodded, "I am too."

"You are?" Charley asked, feeling more understood.

"Yeah, sure I am." Allen stated with another nod then he was taken aback by Charley eagerly lunging forward, grabbed his face then planted her lips firmly against his. His eyes were wide but slowly relaxed under the passionate manner she kissed him.

Charley pulled back, "Okay, let's get into bed." She saw the surprise in his wide eyes.

Allen was dumbfounded by her bluntness, "Really? I mean, really?"

Charley again latched her lips to Allen's proving to him she was ready; at least she hoped. She pulled back and smiled up at him with as much lust as she could then nodded in answering his question with the simple gesture. Suddenly Allen spun around swiftly pulling his sweater up and over his head throwing it to the floor then leapt onto the bed beginning to remove his shoes. She held her smile though she was nervous. She shyly turned around facing the window then reached her hands to gather the curtains closed. Upon glancing outside she caught movement down below near the old neighboring house. Her eyes frowned as she slowly brought the curtain closer. She squinted staring at the neighboring yard. Her curiosity was peeked which prompted her to snatch her dad's old binoculars then used them to study the neighboring yard closer. Her fingers worked the focus as the binoculars were aimed down at what was two men carrying something towards the old house.

Allen went to begin undoing the fly of his corduroys but quickly caught sight of his girlfriend not even halfway undressed. His eyes again frowned, "Charley," he said but she didn't budge away from the window, "Charley, you ready?" His shoulders slumped having a sense he was about to get disappointed.

Charley's eyes grew wide as they peered through the enhanced focus. In the neighboring yard the two men were carrying what looked like a coffin; one man carried using both hands while the other used just one having the other hand tucked in his jacket pocket. "What the…" she mumbled under her breath, "Allen, you ain't gonna believe what I'm seeing."

Allen did believe what he was seeing; his girlfriend copping out again. His lips pressed together with his eyes narrowed. He huffed with frustration and began putting his sneakers back on. "Oh, sure," he grumbled tugging on his last shoe.

"It looks like these two guys are carrying a coffin." Charley stated not realizing her boyfriend was behind her getting dressed.

"Yep, sure," Allen again grumbled glancing at the television seeing a scene of a coffin being carried by pallbearers, "Ah-huh, sure." He slipped his sweater back over his head then started gathering his books cramming them one by one into his book bag.

Charley waved her hand trying to summon her boyfriend to the window, "This is so weird. You gotta see this." She watched through the binoculars as the two men began bringing the so called coffin down into the basement through the outdoor entrance. She heard her bedroom door slam shut. She quickly spun around finding a vacant bed, "Ah, shit." she grumbled at herself then tossed the binoculars to the bed and raced after her frustrated boyfriend. She hurried into the hallway then called out to her boyfriend who was halfway down the stairs. She ran to the stairs and rushed down as Allen reached the front door. "Allen, don't go!" she somewhat begged which prompted him to stop before opening the door but he kept his back to her as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "Allen, I'm sorry." she apologized stepping behind him.

Allen held his lips tightly pressed together, "Hmm-hmm."

"I am," Charley said raising her begging tone, "I really am sorry, Baby."

Allen reluctantly turned around and looked at her. He leaned closer to his girlfriend, "I don't get you." he stated with a whisper, "One moment you're like stop then the next you're saying yes then you basically blow the whole thing off."

"I'm sorry," Charley whined grabbing the arm of his sweater, "I did see some guys carrying something. I'm sorry."

Allen went to reply but Charley's mother's voice called to them from the living room. He quickly forced a broad smile then marched towards the living room. He entered the living room where Mrs. Judy Brewster sat centered on the sofa as the television played the local news. "Hi, Mrs. B." he sang with his charming tone though it masked how annoyed he was with the woman's daughter.

"Hiya, Allen," Judy smiled at the attractive young man, "Are you and Charley having a lover's quarrel?"

Charley grimaced, "God, Ma!" she grumbled walking passed Allen with her arms tightly crossed, frustrated by her mother's question and Allen reluctance to forgive her. She stepped up to the window facing the neighboring house.

"What?" Judy continued to smile with her suspicions of the nature of the young couple's argument, "It clearly is well known that couples that fight before marriage are less likely to get divorced."

Charley snapped her head and eyes towards her mother with a disbelieving expression, "Ma, seriously?" She returned spying out the window noticing the neighboring window lit then a shadowy silhouette stepped across.

Allen snickered a bit in response to Charley's embarrassment.

"What did I say?" Judy asked with confusion, "It doesn't hurt to plan ahead with these sorts of things."

"Ma, we're not even graduated yet!" Charley commented only taking a glance at her mother, more so focused on the neighbors.

"Oh, Allen," Judy shifted on her rear facing the boy, "Would you let your Mom know that we're having our book group at her house this weekend."

"Yeah, sure thing, Mrs. B." Allen nodded in agreement.

Charley turned away from the window with her arms again crossed over her chest. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked her boyfriend.

"Yeah, I guess," Allen said with an underlined annoyance then looked to Judy, "Later, Mrs. B."

"Good night, Allen," Judy smiled with more suspicion, "Thanks for helping Charley study." The woman wasn't stupid.

"Yeah, no prob." Allen responded with his eyes aimed at Charley with his lips smirking; probably should have studied instead. He turned and moved for the door. He took a glance back as Charley continued to stand at the living room window with her arms firmly crossed. With the shake of his head he opened the door and left.

Charley puckered her lips thinking Allen was being a jerk. She turned and peeked out the window at the neighboring house. "You didn't even give him a kiss goodnight." She heard her mother comment but ignored it. "Ma," she spoke, avoiding even speaking about she and Allen to her mother, "You know there's people next door."

"Oh," Judy was easily distracted and shifted in her sofa centered seat then looked over at her daughter, "That Bob Hoskins said he finally sold the house."

"Really," Charley looked to her mother who went back to painting her toenails, "Who?"

"Huh," Judy thought for a moment with the nail polish brush aimed for her pinky toe, "I can't recall him saying who. But I do recall something about the man being attractive. You know, I just hope he realizes the work he's gonna…" She continued to ramble as the news made an announcement of an unidentified man's body being discovered in a dumpster behind some local restaurant.

The next day was a typical school day for Charley Brewster who was still fuming over her boyfriend's attitude about not getting what he really wanted. Her frustration carried out into her class work making her frustrated with the teacher who decided to subject his students with a pop quiz. She cursed under breath as she left the class room moving into the hallway with her close friend behind her. She stopped in the middle of the hallway where other students moved passed in both directions; her eyes glared down at the failed quiz. "What a dick!" she grumbled then crumbled the paper in her hand, "What else could possibly go wrong." She shook her head and looked at her friend Eva, "I can't believe the jerk did that. A pop quiz, he shoulda gave us a damned warning."

"Um," Eva grinned as she tucked a pencil behind her ear against her shortly cropped dyed black hair, "Ain't that the point to a pop quiz, Brewster? To, like, surprise you?"

Charley went to speak but caught sight of Allen moving their direction. Her eyes narrowed as she again crossed her arms over her chest. She ignored how Eva kept eyeing both she and Allen as he got closer. Her eyes followed him and to her surprise he turned a corner without even looking her direction. Her lips puckered as she tightened her crossed arms. "What the hell was that?" she listened to Eva question the awkwardness, "What? Did you not put out again?" She narrowed her eyes hearing Eva belt out a loud cackle. Her head turned and she aimed her glare at her Gothic styled friend, "None of your damned business, Evil." She snapped the nickname that Eva was given by the entire school.

"Well, you know what," Eva scowled at the use of her unwanted nickname, "Call me whatever you want but at least I ain't failing Geometry and ain't giving Allen blue balls." She spun on her black flats and marched away.

Charley's face distorted with frustration now having pissed off her best friend after pissing off her boyfriend. Her shoulders shrugged then she stomped her foot feeling as if her day was totally screwed up. She rolled her eyes then marched to her next class where she would have to stare at the back of Allen's head while he ignored her. She finished her day with silence from both Eva and Allen. She decided to go home and occupy herself with some much needed studying. She drove home with her dad's old rusty Mustang and pulled into the driveway the same time as a blue taxi cab pulled up to the sidewalk between the Brewster house and the recently purchased neighboring house. She got out of the car, slamming the door just as a blond bombshell casually got out of the taxi. She approached the front porch and stopped at the mailbox, her eyes kept glancing over at the flashy dressed curvy blonde. She slowly pulled out the junk mail from the mailbox and watched the bleach blonde turn facing her direction. She was curious and suspicious at the same time of the woman.

"Oh, excuse me," the blonde dressed in a snug fitted blue halter dress and a pair of platform gold heels.

"Yeah," Charley awkwardly responded; her eyes took in the obviously overly sexy appearance of the stranger.

"Could you help me." The woman smiled flashing her pearly white teeth enhanced by the rich red lipstick, "Do you know which 99 Oak is?" The woman aimed her red tipped finger in the general direction of both houses.

"Yeah," Charley simply pointed next door, "Over there."

"Oh, well thank you." The woman smile then turned on her thick heels and strolled along the sidewalk with a sexual sway across her tight dress enhanced rear.

"Okay," Charley rolled her eyes then laughed, apparently the neighbor had a taste for what looked like hookers. She quickly ran the short walkway, up the porch steps then went into the house calling for her mother. "Ma!" she yelled slamming the door then heard her mother's voice call out from the dining room. She made her way through the living room then into the dining room discovering dinner set on the table; she snatched up a crescent roll. "Hey, Ma," she sang ripping the roll in half, "See the folks next door yet?" she asked her mother then shoved the torn piece of roll into her mouth.

"Nope," Judy answered as she finished setting the table, "But rumor has it that there's a live in carpenter." She paused with a disappointed expression, "Most likely, he's gay."

"I doubt that." Charley commented while chewing.

"Why do you say that?" Judy asked looking to her daughter with suspicion, "What do you know that I don't? I know everything that goes on in this neighborhood."

"Nothing," Charley laughed then shook her head. She leaned back to her mother and placed a kiss on her mother's cheek, "I gotta study." She started out of the dining room.

"Huh?" Judy was shocked by the announcement, "Are you feeling well? Since when do you study?"

"Ma," Charley whined then made her exit heading for her bedroom.

"What, you're not going to eat super with me?" Judy called out but got no answer, "Great, all this and I have to eat by myself." She reached grabbing the second place setting.

It was night; the whole house was quiet with exception to the music softly playing from the small radio in Charley's bedroom. She sat with her eyes strained from staring at stupid math problem which she was having one hell of a time figuring out with the crappy calculator. Her mind kept trailing off from Geometry problems into her situation with Allen. She sat at her desk with her eyes staring forward in a daze. What was she going to do? Her boyfriend hadn't called at all and neither had Eva. She felt lonely. At least the new neighbor wasn't alone; had himself a hooker looking lady friend. Her shoulders slumped then she dropped her head down against the desktop with a little desperate whine. Suddenly a loud scream caused her to dart her head up off the desk striking it against the desk lamp. She spun on her swivel desk chair looking at her window and out the window at the neighboring window which quickly went dark. Her wide eyes slowly frowned; had she heard what she thought she heard? What kind of scream was it? Was it a scream of horror? Or maybe a different sort of scream that a woman belts out when in the throes of something she's never experienced? She felt nervous about what just seemingly came from the across the way.

The next day was another day of Charley being ignored by both her boyfriend and best friend. She left school and decided to do some more useless studying at a not so quiet hang out for most of her fellow high school students. She sat wide eyed in a corner booth feeling as if her brain was going to explode if she attempted to gather in any further information concerning her worst school subject. Again her eyes glazed over with thought as she chewed on the eraser end of her pencil. She was still confused by what she heard the night before. Her eyes finally refocused but upon doing so she watched her boyfriend come strolling into the busy restaurant. Firstly her hopes were high believing he was coming her direction but to her surprise he slipped into a booth with one of his buddies and two girls from their school. Her jaw dropped. Her lips puckered and she quickly scooted out of the booth then prepared to march Allen's direction but her attention was swiftly stolen by an image on the television propped in the corner. Her eyes firstly shifted in direction of the image of who looked like the hooker looking lady from the day before. Her head followed and so did her body. She stepped closer listening through the surrounding noise about the announcement of the blonde bombshell's body being found in a dumpster behind somewhere and it stated the woman was a well known call girl; a high class hooker! Her mouth dropped but became startled the moment Eva popped seemingly out of nowhere. "Jesus!" she gasped.

"Ain't that some fucked up shit." Eva commented about the news, "They say that's like the second one in two days."

"Really?" Charley asked as her attention slowly was drawn back towards Allen.

"Yeah, and you know what's really fucked up?" Eva began to grin.

"Huh?" Charley watched Allen as he laughed with his arm over the back of the booth seat near the girl he sat beside; her eyes narrowed.

"Dad said he heard that both of them had their heads lopped off." Eva started to cackle, "Ain't that just sick?"

"You're weird," Charley simply commented as found herself moving towards Allen. Her lips again puckered with frustration. She reached the booth he sat then stepped before it. She planted her hands on her hips and glared down at him. "Allen," she grumbled and he acted as if she weren't there. She had enough of him making it seem like she was the one who was always wrong. She quickly snatched the icy glass of Coke from the table and swiftly dumped the entire contents down into his lap. "Asshole!" she snapped loudly hearing him gasp from the cold shock hitting his groin followed by Eva going into a rip roaring cackling fit. She marched back to her booth gathering up her books then hurried to leave. She heard Eva shout, "Oh, you're so fucking cool, Brewster! God, I love you!" She headed towards the exit, "Fuck you, Evil!" she shouted back and stormed out of the restaurant.

Charley arrived home parking the Mustang further near the back of the house knowing at some point her Uncle John would come soon to change the oil. She sluggishly got out of the car slamming the door still feeling pissed. She moved toward the back porch dragging the loaded book bag on the ground. She froze, her attention drawn to the neighboring house. Immediately her dismay over Allen was set aside once the memory of the woman's face on the news came forward. Her eyes stared at the faded siding of the old house with her thoughts gathering the strange information. Her head trailed back to the other night when she saw two guys carrying what looked like a coffin. Her eyes slowly shifted downward and looked to the mysterious exterior entrance to the basement. Her lips slowly puckered with thought as unknowingly her drawn attention was being spied from one of the basement windows in process of being painted over with black paint.

Two green eyes focused on the teen standing frozen in the neighboring yard. Slowly a man's hand slid the black paint soaked paint brush down the smooth window pane as the eyes watched closely with suspicion. A tall, dirty blonde haired man stood before the basement window curious to what the young woman next door was possibly considering. His hand with the paint brush froze upon the moment the youth moved, dropping her book bag then walked towards the house he was inside. His lips pressed together into a thin slit and eyes narrowed. With a swift stroke he blackened the image of the moving teenager then dropped the brush and left the window.

Charley reached the exterior basement doors of the basement. Her eyes were focused on those rickety looking doors where she swore she saw the two guys carry that coffin through. Her eyes scanned around her then she slowly bent down reaching her hands to the rusty handles. Her fingers nervously gripped the handles then she started to lift the doors. "Hey, kid!" she heard a man yell causing her to drop the doors and jump back away from them. Her head scrambled along with her eyes and to her left at the front porch was a towering hulk of a man glaring at her suspiciously. She was speechless having been busted being nosy.

"Hey, girly, whatchya doing?" The man shouted at the teen.

"Um," Charley stammered taking a step back, "Nothing, really."

"Well," the man gave a sinister smile, "Why don't you keep it that way, huh, girly?"

"Ah," Charley again stumbled on her words while continuing to step backwards, "Sure." She quickly spun around and darted for her house snatching up her book bag then ran up the back porch steps racing inside the house.

The man's eyes glared over at the neighboring house then slowly he slinked back making sure the girl had disappeared.