I do not own Fright Night. I only own Ambrosia.

Story Start

"Ambrosia, Ambrosia, can you hear me? Hey wake up, sleepy pants," my mother was calling from the driver seat and I glared at the hoodie covering my face when I felt her flip flop hit my leg.

Sitting up in the backseats, I pushed my hoodie off my face and glared at her with my dark amber eyes. "Mom, why are you waking me up? We've been driving forever, and don't throw your flip flop at me. You shouldn't drive without shoes," I grumbled trying to fix my light brown hair.

"We're finally in Las Vegas, I can see the sign up ahead and I didn't want you to miss it," my mom exclaimed and I rolled my eyes.

"This is the fourth city we've moved to in the last few years. I was excited about maybe the first one, but now I'm just bored," I said honestly because I truly was tired of moving from place to place and never getting to know anyone.

"It's different this time. I can work more out here and you'll be able to make friends here too. I promise," mom told me softly.

Nodding my head, which she could see in the rearview mirror, I just focused on my new home. The Las Vegas Welcome sign passed by us quickly. Thankfully, mom didn't make us stop and take a picture in front of it. The different buildings were interesting to take in as we drove past the MGM and Caesar's Palace. Soon enough we were driving into our own little subdivision.

"Well it's better than an apartment," I said softly as mom parked the car in front of our house.

It was a nice two story home but it looked like all of the others lining the street. A few teenage boys were talking in one driveway. Some girls in a red car drove by quickly, and little kids were playing in a kiddie pool across the street.

"Oh this is nice," mom said as we exited the car.

"Yeah, it's nice mom," I said and she just smacked my arm lightly.

She went straight to open the front door with her key, while I opened the trunk to grab some of our luggage. The mover truck would be here tomorrow so we only had some clothes, a blow up mattress, and snacks. Mom planned on going grocery shopping later today after we got our suitcases inside. Looking around I saw that the house across the street had a big dumpster sitting out front.

"Ambrosia, do you need help or are you just being slow on purpose? You know I have to get groceries later," mom yelled from inside.

"You're so funny," I shouted back and with a scoff as I picked up two of the suitcases and took them inside.

Unpacking the car didn't take too long and soon enough mom was driving away to buy some dinner and breakfast for tomorrow. I made sure the air mattress was blowing up properly before I went outside to sit on the porch. I put on my hoodie and turned on the music on my phone. Most of the neighbors were either inside their homes or their cars were gone from the driveways.

The house across from me was full of light and the garage door was slowly opening. At the same time I saw a boy racing out of the house next to the one across from me. A girl in a sports car was sitting at the bottom of the boy's driveway. I watched the pair kiss before driving away and I focused back at the now open garage.

A new song came on as a guy walked into sight. He had dark gelled back hair, pale skin, a white tank top on, and some jeans. He was definitely good looking, but there was no way I was going to introduce myself. With the way we moved, even if mom said this time was different, I never tried to get to know anybody.

His body seemed to tense before he looked up at me. Slowly a smirk crossed his face as he started walking across the street towards me. I just stayed where I was since I wanted to see what the neighbor wanted. He had full confidence in the way he acted and it almost made me roll my eyes. I had never had a fun time dealing with arrogant guys.

"Haven't seen you around before, I'm Jerry," he said as he stood in the yard close to the porch.

"I just moved here, Ambrosia," I said and gave a nod as I stood off the porch.

"Interesting name, do you know it's meaning?" he questioned as he watched me walk towards the door.

"Of course, who doesn't know what their name means?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Have a good night Jerry," I told him before entering my home. He was too confident, almost as if he expected me to just fawn at his feet. He was good looking but I had never been boy crazy or easy to charm.

"I hope the colleges here are nice," I whispered as I walked into the living room to see that the air mattress needed to be turned off. "At least we didn't get a bunch of welcome to the neighborhood brownies and jellos like the last city we moved to," I said and chuckled. Mom had gotten sick from all of the junk food since she made us eat it for supper that night in that city.

"I bought Chinese food," mom shouted joyfully as she rushed into the house.

"Cool, I'll bring in the other groceries while you set that up in the kitchen," I told my mom as I was already walking out the front door. I glanced around the neighborhood again and I was surprised to see Jerry sitting on his front porch eating an apple.

"Need any help?" he yelled over.

"No thanks," I shouted back and pretty much grabbed all of the bags at one time so I wouldn't have to make a second trip. He seemed like he wanted to be welcoming, but trusting anyone is hard for me to do. After living by a couple of murders and criminals over the years, thanks to mom finding cheap places to move to and live, I didn't really want to be friendly with my neighbors.

"Have a good night," Jerry shouted before tossing the apple on his lawn and going into his house.