Fright Night 2011

Another Prequel

Part One

Fright Night Under Da Moonlight

(Author)

Okay, I am so damned inspired! DAMN YOU 2011 FRIGHT NIGHT! I've been neglecting my 1985 Fright Night fan fiction! All my neglected characters are gonna come and gang up on me while I'm sleeping!

Okay, I'm doing this one because I think it's only fair that if I placed 'hey guy' Jerry Dandridge where I'm from, well, why not where I'm originally from? So, I'm gonna go a tad bit back further in this dude's past and ship his ass to 'God's Country' where there's more woods than people. Where? Where here's a hint. Typically every sentence spoken ends with 'ya know' or 'ya know dere eh'. Nope, not Canada, close though. Its way, way north and only a single bridge separates it from Canada on the Eastern shore line of Lake Superior. You might recognize this because this is where the werewolf twins in the series are from. Oh, ya, you got dat right! Welcome to da U.P….for real, ya know!

Please, the reason why he doesn't stay there that long was probably the ten foot snow banks and people know your business! The worst place for him to have chosen to live! Even the damned wild life will know what you're up to! But one good thing; there's plenty of places to dispose of bodies; abandoned copper mines, mine shafts, shit loads of endless woodlands, and the Mass City bluff where he could feed the dwindling cougar population with human remains! WOOT-WOOT! Look out Yoopers (now in the English dictionary) here comes the 'hey guy' saying, bad ass, and a cross between creepy and charming Jerry Dandridge! He won't know what hit him!

Oh, I just discovered the perfect theme song for 'hey guy' Jerry! Perfect! This song many of you old school folks from the eighties would know and some of the young'uns…

It's so Easy by Guns N Roses! Just listen and you'll know what I mean!

*sings*

I see your sister in her Sunday dress, She's out to please, She pouts her best, She's out to take, No need to try, She's ready to make!

It's so easy, easy, when everybody's tryin' to please me, baby, It's so easy, easy, when everybody's tryin' to please me!

Cars are crashin' every night, I drink n' drive everything's in sight, I make the fire but I miss the firefight, I hit the bull's eye every night!

It's so easy, easy when everybody's tryin' to please me, baby; Yeah it's so easy, easy when everybody's tryin' to please me; So easy but nothin' seems to please me, It all fits so right when I fade into the night; See me hit you, you fall down!

I see you standin' there; you think you're so cool! Why don't you just fuck off!

Ya get nothin' for nothin' if that's what you do! Turn around bitch I got a use for you! Besides you ain't got nothin' better to do and I'm bored!

It's so easy, easy, when everybody's tryin' to please me, baby, It's so easy, easy, When everybody's tryin' to please me! So easy but nothin' seems to please me, It all fits so right when I fade into the night;

So come with me, don't ask me where cause I don't know! I'll try to please you I ain't got no money but it goes to show…

It's so easy!

It's so Easy! So fucking Easy!

Well, further reverse into the vampire Jerry Dandridge's long travels through the United States. Trying to find that perfect place to begin the rise of an army of bloodsucking drones, he tries on different location trying to find the perfect fit. His reign ended in what was the perfect fit, Las Vegas. Further back he resided in a place that just was right. And now another skip backwards; this don't fit no way, no how! You learn as you go and so does Jerry. Gotta keep trying things on until finally fit.

Well, one place surely didn't fit all his needs but he gave it a shot anyways. He performed a little experiment with a not so bustling community where the wildlife out numbers the population. Trees of plenty surrounded just about every inch of anything not residential. Little tiny towns scattered about sprawling highways with populations spanning from two hundred to possibly two thousand. Over six months out of the year is covered in pure white stacking to ten feet high. The closest Wal-Mart located nearly an hour away and an actual grocery store was about fifteen minutes away. You have your spaced out gas stations, one or two possibly per community. There are houses that have been around for over a hundred years that have actually been moved from no longer existing mining communities brought into small towns. You may think; this might actually be heaven for a vampire having so many places to stash away dried corpses. Surprisingly many people have vanished without a trace; assumed to have fallen into one of those long forgotten mine shafts. So, why couldn't a vampire like Jerry Dandridge make himself at home in such a peaceful place. Well, less population means nosier neighbors and a crap load of gossip about the new guy implanted into their small living space.

Jerry has been everywhere and wanted something different. Perhaps this is what you call a vampire vacation; taking a break from the hustle and bustle of big city and suburban living. Setting aside a four hundred year old obligation to unleash vampire chaos over the mortal world. Even bloodsuckers need a vacation and straight up to the way north he took this much needed vacation. He wanted a moment of time in centuries to go out there and have fun instead of working the fun around such a tedious schedule of world domination. So, unfolding a map he scanned the United States and there at the very tippy top was a place almost in the form of an inland island surrounded by the Great Lakes. Lining the top of this little piece of God's country was the largest fresh water mass Lake Superior and just beneath was Lake Michigan and attaching this somewhat island to its other half was the Mackinaw Bridge. His lengthy claw-like nail made a little twirl and dropped and that became the perfect spot to terrorize locals and tourists. It was a little speck on the map about twenty minutes from the Lake Superior shoreline and set on the other side of a mass of forestry blanketing a towering bluff named Mass Bluff which looked over the tiny community called Mass City.

He loaded up the back of his massive sleek black and chrome trimmed Dodge Ram with his other hobby draped in a tarp; a good old Harley; and left behind those big city lights and cluster fucked suburban houses. It was vacation time for this looker of a vampire and boy was he hankering for some good old fashioned flavors that have lived generation after generation surrounded by nothing but nature. He drove through state after state; stopped before dawn to secure him a nice vacant plot of dirt to bury within and sleep the sleep of the undead until dusk. He loved the highways; all those hitchhikers he'd gladly pick up and later rip into without a single blink of his black eye then toss them off some side road. Then nearing his chosen vacation spot, he took a breather and dialed the only realtor in that area to make a purchase of a charming fixer upper. The arrangements were made and he would soon purchase the infamous blue house on the hill on that little twist of road that connected Mass City with its sister community Greenland. Yep, he was going to really use his carpentry skills while using the other skills to snuff out some tasty locals and wandering tourists. His lips formed that anticipation smirk; he could practically taste it.

The massive wheel of the Dodge Ram rolled upward onto the driveway of the recently purchased blue house; three stories of a craftsman's dream. The property of this old house was conveniently surrounded by a line of towering pines only giving passerby drivers a glimpse of the rooftop. Jerry slammed the door of his mighty steed and stepped forward eyeing the sturdy structure; when he wasn't having fun with dinner he had plenty to keep him occupied. Behind the pickup came the glare of headlight; the realtor, the only realtor Otto Garvinen. He turned and smiled pleasantly as the well rounded man climbed out of his slightly rusted four-door. "Ya stay put, ya hear me?" he listened to the plump short man scold the passenger. "Hey," he called out to the realtor watching him adjust the waist of his pants that were hidden under his belly.

"Eh, Jerry, right?" Otto slightly waddled up to the stranger and offered his hand then heartedly shook hands, "Welcome to Mass City." His round face smiled then moved around the Jerry, "Ya follow me, okay." He waved for the man to follow and struggled a bit waddling up the slanted drive on his short stumpy limbs while digging out the house keys.

"Thanks," Jerry finally was able to respond watching the well fed realtor move slowly towards the house; he took a glance back at the darkened car then moved to follow. "Thanks for meeting me so late." He struck up a conversation listening to the hefty man wheezing, "I just got in town and wanted to get this going."

"Eh," Otto huffed, "It's alright, not like I got anytin else better to do." He moved along the side of the house; the front porch steps nonexistent. "Sorry 'bout da front steps," he breathed heavily reaching the back entrance of the house, "Ain't anyone lived here for a long time. So, da steps went to pot." He unlocked the door then opened the squeaky door, "I'm telling ya now there's a whole lotta work needs doing in dis here house."

Jerry simply leaned forward a poked his head inside; pretty much too dark to see anything but he loved the smell of dust and neglect. He took a light sniff; yep, plenty of work to keep him good and occupied. He leaned back, "I'll take it."

"Huh?" Otto said with surprise and confusion, "Ya ain't even took a look."

"Don't need to." Jerry smiled, "It's what I've been looking for; a fixer upper."

"Well ya got dat here." Otto aimed his thumb at the house, "Ya sure ya want it?"

"Yes, I'm positive." Jerry nodded and offered his hand to the man, "Sold."

"Alrighty, if dat's what ya want, well, ya got it." Otto clasped his thick chubby hand with the stranger's. "So, how we gonna do dis?" he asked, get down to the business part of the deal.

"Cash," Jerry quickly answered which shocked the chubby man's round face, "If that's okay."

"Well, sure," Otto was actually relieved he didn't have to deal with the bank, "So, ya gonna pay thirty-four thousand and four-fifty in cash?"

"Yep," Jerry gave a quick nod.

"Well, dat's the easiest damned commission I've ever earned, ya know." Otto laughed, "Well, can ya come around tomorrow and we get ya all legal and such?"

"Actually, how about tonight? If that's alright with you?" Jerry suggested, wanting to get the every legality out of the way so he could truly begin his vacation.

"Huh," Otto thought for a moment, "Eh, why not! Ya just follow me to da office and I'll get them papers for ya to sign, okay." He watched the quick dealer nod then he started his huffing trek back to the parked car. He reached the car and crammed himself behind the steering wheel. "Well, looks like yer ma and I will be taking that trip after all." He sang while shoving the keys into the ignition then started the car.

Beside Otto was his seventeen year old, soon to be eighteen, step daughter seated in the passenger seat with her arms tightly crossed and lips pouted angrily. "Great," Madeline 'Maddi' Johnson rolled her eyes; only positive about that announcement she wouldn't have to look at her step father's smug fat face for a week or so. "So, who's the idiot buying the dump?" she asked as the car backed out of the overgrown driveway and scraped its bumper on the dip backing onto the road.

"Jerry Dandridge," Otto responded with a huge smile created from the dollar signs flashing throughout his beaming eyes, "Some guy looking fer a fixer upper and, boy, he got one, eh." He chuckled while the steering wheel rubbed against his belly while straightening the car. "He's signing the papers and paying cash tonight." His smiled remained wide displaying his deep dimples.

"Wait," Maddi whined, "I thought you said we're just going here and you're taking me to Elm's." She was frustrated, she wanted to rent the movie she's been waiting for from the little mom and pop store located in their little dingy of a town.

"Yer just gonna have to wait." Otto responded while the stranger's headlights glared reflecting against the rearview mirror, "It won't take long. Just a few."

"Gah," Maddi whined loudly and tightened her arms across her chest then looked out the window staring at nothing but trees passing by then gradually entered the little town. She kept quiet, fuming about possibly missing her opportunity to rent the new release of the vampire flick she and her one and only best friend Tori went to see at the nearest movie theater an hour away. She had waited for the movie to come out on DVD and it was the only source of real excitement in her current life. Her life in Mass City was a typically boring one; moved there with her mom about two years ago and discovered that small town teens were worse than big city ones. She made one friend, Tori, and that's all; she was considered an outsider because she wasn't born and raised in that small place in the middle of nowhere. In a few weeks she turns eighteen and her whole life will be different, at least she hoped.

The burgundy semi rusted car pulled up before the tiniest little realtor office Jerry Dandridge had ever seen while pulling his massive pickup behind the realtor's vehicle. He watched tubby Otto squeeze out of the car; what a plump little man, he thought followed by a little laugh. He dropped down from the height of the Ram landing on his construction boots then strolled up towards Otto who finally managed to get out of his car. "Cozy little place," he commented slipping his fingers into his jean pockets.

"Ya, I know, right," Otto nodded while again adjusting the waist of his pants.

Jerry looked around taking in the remarkable night sky dotted with a million of stars; hadn't seen a sky like that in a long time having lived in suburbia attached to the star dulling cities. The air was fresh and clean; no smog hindering the freshness of mother nature. For a summer evening the air had a coolness which made the air even more clean and clear. His eyes scanned the stretch of the Mass Bluff that spanned the length of the tiny speck of a town. He nodded; picture perfect hunting grounds; get back in touch with nature. The passenger door of the car slammed and pulled him from a moment of peacefulness. He looked over the top of the car and discovered a nicely ripened teenage girl.

"Otto," Maddi spoke up, "Just pick me up at Elm's."

"Oh," Otto glanced over at his step daughter, "Jerry, this is my step daughter Maddi. Maddi, say hello to Jerry Dandridge."

Jerry felt his lips go into that deceptively charming smirk focusing on the young thing. He leaned against the car and reached his hand over the roof, "Hiya," he greeted with a lift of his brows but the teen didn't take his offered greeting.

"Yeah, hi," Maddi hiding beneath the hood of her sweatshirt that was pulled over her head, "Welcome to the middle of nowhere, Jerry Dandridge." She turned and started the short trek down the only main street in town. She smirked a little having caught whiff that the guy was a sure fire looker. She pulled out her cell phone and thumbed a speedy text informing Tori about the latest implant. She chuckled at what she wrote; 'Tori, Omg! U should c the guy Otto just sold the blue house 2! He b fine as shit, bitch!'

"Sorry," Otto apologized while shaking his head disapprovingly while watching Maddi make her way down the street, "Teenagers; always got an attitude, ya know." He walked around the car fumbling for his key.

"Yep," Jerry nodded but held his smile watching that rude and obviously not too cheery teen stroll away without knowing that her middle of nowhere town had just added a vampire into the mix. Prospects already; he thought; he was going to love it there! He followed chubby Otto into the tiniest realtor office ever known.

Once the papers were signed and the cash handed over then locked in the safe; Otto escorted the newest resident of Mass City back outside. "Well, Jerry, it's been a pleasure dealing with ya and welcome to Mass City." Otto sang and shook hands one last time having already handed over the keys, "Eh, ya need anything just let me know, okay."

Jerry stood beside the pickup, "Actually," he chimed and Otto looked to him, "Where can I buy some beer and few things for the night?"

"Oh, if ya wanna just follow me down to da store down dere." Otto graciously offered while aiming his thumb behind him, "That's Elm's, where Maddi went. Got pretty much a little of everything; beer especially."

"Thanks," Jerry smiled with a gracious nod then got into the Ram; didn't mind seeing the angry teen again. He followed Otto down the main road and within a minute they were already at the small store. He parked the Ram beside Otto's and climbed out. "Again, thanks for everything, Otto." He waved at Otto who remained seated in the car with a huge smile. "Hey," he heard Otto call then looked back to the heavy man leaning towards the passenger seat straining to look out the passenger window. "Would ya mind telling the kid I'm out here waiting?" Otto asked and he quickly responded, "No problem." He turned and stepped up onto raised walk leading to the entrance of the little store. He swung the door open and a charming little bell chimed announcing his entrance.

The store was pretty small with maybe four little aisles with the register at the front. He grabbed one of the shopping baskets and moved into the tiny maze; he already spotted Maddi hovering around a single tower filled with DVDs. He moved down the first aisle not really paying attention to the items. His senses focused on that specific sent only young ripen teenage girls emulate so powerfully. He sniffed his way around the square shape of the store; momentarily stopped snatching up a few pieces of fruit then moved to the wall where the beer was stashed in the coolers. He opened the cooler door and peered through the glass seeing Maddi standing to the side with a cell phone in her hand and obviously texting away with a DVD tucked under arm. He grabbed a six pack of bottled beer and set it in the basket then moved down the wall aisle listening closely as the girl giggled off and on. Quietly he made his approach while she was distracted with whatever she was texting and heard her verbally respond to the text while thumbing the words, "Oh my god, totally." He had his suspicion that he was perhaps the focus of the texted conversation.

Maddi smiled wide thumbing quickly a description of the new guy in town. She again giggled at her responsive description; 'Omg, totally DOABLE! Gotta C!'

Oh, definitely about him; he saw that little text message and smirked. He cleared his throat which startled the girl. He took a step back just as she spun around with a loud gasp. She promptly flipped her cell closed. The DVD case dropped to the floor and he eagerly bent down picking it up. His eyes studied the cover; well someone was into vampires. He offered it back to her. "Otto asked me to tell you he's waiting outside." He passed the message, "Is it any good?"

"Huh, okay," Maddi mumbled; face to face with the guy who she just told her friend was doable. God, she hoped he didn't see what she wrote! How long was he standing there? "Oh," she snatched the movie case from his hand, "Yeah." She turned around and lipped, 'oh my god', then walked toward the register wanting to get the hell away from the guy. She stepped up to the register knowing the guy was right behind her then handed the case to Shelley, practically the one and only employee at the little store. "Hey ya, Maddi," she listened to Shelley chime, "Finally got it, huh?" The guy was right beside her then set his basket of beer and fruit on the small counter which made her take a step to the side. "Yeah, about time." She replied trying to not seem too awkward and not once looked the guy's direction. She watched Shelley fetch the actual DVD.

"So, you like vampire movies?" Jerry asked enjoying the girl's obvious awkwardness.

"Yeah," Maddi answered but still didn't look at him.

"Oh, Maddi loves vampire movies!" Shelley practically shouted stepping back to the counter then took a moment to eye the stranger, "Well, ain't seen you before." She slapped the sheet of rental paper before Maddi with a pen.

"Nope," Jerry smiled that lady killer smile, "Just moved into the neighborhood tonight."

"Well, stranger," Shelley sang with a flirty melody, "Welcome to the neighborhood," she offered her hand to the stunning gentleman, "I'm Shelley."

Jerry took the woman's hand; she was tall and somewhat too thin and possibly in her early forties. He shook her hand, "Jerry Dandridge and nice to meet you, Shelley."

Maddi felt really awkward now with Shelley throwing herself at the guy. Well, another notch on Shelley's well used bedpost. She quickly signed the paper and set down the cash then slid it towards Shelley. She looked to Shelley who couldn't stop eye fucking the new guy; totally disgusting. She reached out and gave Shelley a quick tap with the tip of the pen and finally broke Shelley's eye screwing stare. "Oh, sorry," she listened to Shelley sing then rolled her eyes with a little grimace across her mouth. She reached her hand palm up waiting for the change while tucking the actual DVD into her hoody pocket.

"Maddi," Jerry spoke up with his wandering eyes taking a peek at the teen's rear; she wore an adorable pair of cotton pajama shorts that almost gave him a glimpse of the underside of her cheeks.

"Huh," Maddi really felt awkward and strange with this new guy who was just eyed by the town slut.

"Tell Otto thanks again for me, would you?" Jerry requested and not once did she look at him.

"Okay," Maddi took her change, stuffed it in her pocket and turned to leave.

"Maddi," He again spoke her name. Maddi simply turned her head without really looking at him. "See ya!" he chimed; he was definitely going to make an effort to see her again.

"Yeah, okay," Maddi darted out of the store feeling flushed and totally embarrassed. Had he seen her text and that was why he kept trying to talk to her? She shuffled quickly to get to the car before the new guy came out of the store. Perhaps he would stay a bit longer in there having Shelley throwing out everything in her slutty handbook at him. She got into the car slamming the door. "That guy said thanks again." She said with a burst.

"What a nice fella." Otto smiled, "And he's got some money too."

And he's damned hot; she thought to herself with a little smile crossing over her usually frowning lips.