A/N: I don't own Fright Night or any of its characters.
"He can't kill us in here." She yells next to her at Charley, who seems to be assessing their current situation.
He seems to disagree. "You really think any of the people in here would notice or care if we were killed?"
He's right. She realizes now that they've probably chosen the worst possible place to hide from a vampire. In a dark club packed with bodies and music loud enough to drown out nearly everything else, Amy understands just how completely fucked they are.
Charley has his hand firmly on hers as they try to make their way to the exit, but somehow along the way he loses his grip on her and she's lost him.
"Amy!" she hears him yelling for her, but she can't see him at all. Shit. Now she's lost him in a club full of people with a psychotic vampire on the loose, could this get any worse?
Stupid question, of course it could.
Out from the crowd, a tall dark figure appears it front of her, before she can even react she's hoisted over his shoulder like a rag doll while he carries her to a closed off corner of the club.
Fuck. This was not happening. After surviving his attack on the highway and having a second encounter with him at Peter Vincent's place, she could not go down like this.
She's pounding her fists into his shoulders, commanding him to put her down to no avail, while the other club goers look on with mixed expressions of amusement and admiration.
"Right on!" She even hears someone yell. Thanks for that, asshole. She thinks bitterly to herself. Hell, her situation is so unfortunate it almost feels like a cruel joke. She's being carried across a club by a vampire and no one could give a shit. In a horrible twisted way, it's almost funny.
The gravity of the situation hits her when he finally puts her down, his dark eyes completely focused on hers. Before she'd seen him drain that poor man on the highway, she used to think he was handsome. Now, he was terrifying.
He wraps both hands around her throat, not enough to seriously hurt her or cut of her air supply, but enough to intimidate her still. This was it. This was the end, she knew it. Charley was no where in sight, and for all she knew some bouncer who worked at the club had probably found him and kicked him out for being underage while some vampire was going to drain the life out of her right their on the dance floor.
"Charley is going to find me." She doesn't know who she's trying to convince, Jerry or herself.
He doesn't look amused, but he doesn't look very rattled by her comment. "I'm counting on it."
Just fucking perfect. She was the bait now, to lure her unreliable boyfriend to his death. A boyfriend who hadn't called her for days, a boyfriend who wouldn't even let her know what was going on in his life. A boyfriend who would rather spy on his neighbor than touch her. A boyfriend who had gotten her into deep shit without even letting her know what she was up against. She was going to get killed in front of all these people and they wouldn't even hear her scream.
He pulls her in close, enough so his mouth is next to her ear. "You'd just need one taste."
He pulls away from her slightly enough to prick his finger with one of his sharp nails and draw blood. She struggles more as he tries to touch the bloody finger to her lips, not knowing what his blood might do to her, but knowing nothing good would come from it.
"It could be like a dream." His voice is like velvet and if he weren't holding her against him, her knees may have given out. He draws his finger up to his lips, and before she can process it, he presses his mouth down to hers and kisses her. She can taste the blood on his tongue and it's like a shock to her system. It hits her faster than any drug could, but it isn't like anything she's ever experienced before. No, this was indescribable. He breaks the kiss and pulls away from her slightly, their lips only inches apart. She can feel his blood on her lips, and can feel her eyes glaze over. Her body feels paralyzed, weightless as if she were on a cloud.
His eyes aren't their usual brown anymore, but dark like they'd been earlier that night. They're full of an emotion she can't place at first, but with his blood inside her she seems to be able to pick up on that feeling. Lust. The look in his eyes seems to only fuel the fire inside her as she takes his face in both her hands and pulls his mouth down to hers for a second kiss.
It's more passionate and intense than the first, with one of his hands holding her around the waist while his other hand is buried in her hair. It's probably the blood that brought on this sudden lust and attraction, but she somehow can't bring herself to care. Besides, hadn't she constantly been telling herself to stop wasting her time with immature high school boys and that she needed to move on to men?
Only Jerry was not a man. No, he was something else entirely.
But this doesn't frighten her, no. Somehow it only excites her more. She doesn't know what sort of hold he has on her emotions, but whatever it was, she doesn't want it to stop. He guides them back further into a corner, more isolated from other people, and she feels her back make contact with a wall as he pushes her against it.
His skin isn't ice cold like she imagined, but he doesn't give off any heat either. There's no heartbeat under her palm as she rests it against his chest, and she can feel fangs scrape against her bottom lip, but somehow none of this scares her anymore. Somehow it only makes her want him more.
His hands move from her waist to her upper thighs to lift her up as she hooks her legs around his waist, his lips never breaking apart from hers. Dear god, if Charley could see me now... Her inner voice chimed in. While another voice added, Charley who? Somewhere along the line, guilt just wasn't registering with her at the moment. No, there would be plenty of time for that later.
He moves his mouth away from hers and presses lips gently to the area of her neck where her pulse is. Her head tilts back slightly to give him better access, as he kisses the spot lightly. Was he going to bite her? Was this really that moment? A small moan escapes her throat, and she thanks god that no one can hear it. Well, except for Jerry probably. Vampire hearing and all that.
He kisses a trail from her pulse point down to her collar bone, and feels his fangs graze the spot. He nibbles lightly at her neck, as if to tease her. She was getting impatient, it wouldn't be long before she surrendered all control completely and let him take her right there in the club.
As if he possessed the ability to read her thoughts, she feels one of his hands move from her thigh to tug at the waistband of her jeans. Oh god, this is really happening. She'd waited months for Charley to make a move, but here she was, with a man - err, someone who she barely knew who was going to take her right there in public.
She feels him undo the top button of her jeans when her lust and passion are replaced by panic. Before he can undo her zipper her hand catches him by the wrist. "Wait…"
He looks up at her, eyes still dark, no traceable human emotion there. No, he's more monster than man now, making her even more shocked as to how he was able to go this long without biting her. Maybe the man on the highway and the security guards at Peter Vincent's had been enough? Or was he really holding himself back with her?
His eyes still bore into her, awaiting her explanation.
Her blue eyes lock onto his obsidian ones, "Not here."