AN-I am inspired by shows like Castle and America's Most Wanted for comprising my fan fiction. Before it discontinued, I loved watching Cold Case. I liked the way an episode would begin from that particular show, with scenes from a different era, long ago, along with the music that was popular during that particular time; that particular time that an unsolved murder took place. There are other shows such as Haunted History, Ghost Adventures and The Dead Files, that I like to view for ideas. There was even a channel called ID (Investigation and Discovery) that I tuned into, when I had cable. That channel features stories about real life villains (and villainesses) and actual murder cases. Regardless of the crime incidents, most of my characters will be fictitious. Whatever I write about will not be the most comforting, so please read at your discretion.
*I disclaim everything that belongs to Fright Night.
Preface: From Jerry's POV
For those of you who are not familiar with me I am Jerry Dandridge. I was a vampire, residing in Clark County in Las Vegas. Before I was staked in the heart by my neighbor, Charley Brewster, I survived for practically 400 years. I drank enough blood for four centuries, that could fill an ocean. I was a vampire and blood was my sustenance, what else can I say. Since I was stabbed with a stake that was blessed by St. Michael, my soul has been set free and I no longer walk the earth as a blood drinking beast.
I did whatever it took for me to survive, while I was a vampire. It was in my nature. I was not able to control my urges, all of the time. At times, I acted if I was being, or felt that I was being, threatened. It may have appeared that I preyed upon any individual that breathed, but I have to be honest, not all of my victims were innocent suburbanites. True, I got a hold of Ed Lee and Adam Johnson, but they were out to expose and destroy me, just as Charley and Peter Vincent were. Again, I acted on instinct and impulse. As I indicated, not all of my victims were decent and civil individuals. Some of my victims were so corrupt, they almost made me look like a saint. I got a hold of accomplices and murderers. We are talking about humans harming other humans. You will see as my story continues.
I honestly admit regret for killing those who were harmless. I do not blame them for trying to destroy me. I would have done the same if the shoes were switched. Again, I am no longer a vampire. My soul is no longer occupied by the evil force that made me to turn on and feed from mankind.