Blood vs. Magic
Author's note: I just wanted everyone to know that this is my first Fright Night fanfic. It feels good to do something other than a Sherlock story for a while. This is based on the 2011 remake. I felt sorry for Ed. I do not own any of these characters, other than Tracy and her parents. I'm sorry you won't see much of her parents in this.
Chapter 1: New Girl in Town
Hi. I'm Tracy Wicked and I have a secret; but I will get to that soon. I'm a brunette. I have glasses. I wear a blue jean jacket, a black shirt, and a knee-length jean skirt, with a pair of Converse that are my own design. I love Harry Potter.
This is my secret. Are you ready to hear it? I'm a witch. Yes, as in, I can do magic, make potions, cast spells...you name it, I can do it.
My family moved to Las Vegas. I got into trouble with magic at my old school because I lost my temper at lunch one day. Some guys were picking on me. So what if I didn't have boyfriend? It's not like it's a crime. Anyway, I got so fed up that I ended up turning them into frogs. I would have gotten away with it had the lunch supervisors not seen me. I got expelled for it. Mom and dad didn't ground me for it. No, my mom and dad don't have magic, but they know about mine. They said we needed a new start, so we moved. Mom didn't want me to miss my senior year, but dad said it was for the best. So, she agreed.
We arrived at our new house. Once we got out of the car, a woman with blond hair greeted us.
"Hi, I'm Jane Brewster," she said, shaking both my parent's hands. She then offered her hand to me...but I just smiled at her.
"You will have to forgive our daughter. She's under a lot of stress," said my dad.
"I understand what's that like. I have a son about her age. How old are you, Tracy?" she asked.
"17." I told her.
"So, you will be a senior?"
I nodded.
"Great, now, let's see your new home. Can't believe my luck. Two new neighbors in one week," said Miss Brewster, unlocking the door, while my parents went into the house.
I looked at the other house and saw that it's windows were dark. I didn't need my witch senses to know that was weird, but I just shrugged it off and went into the house. My parents and Miss Brewster were still in conversation and I wandered around, trying to stay out of the way. I didn't have much luck. Miss Brewster found me and offered to show me my new room. She was really nice, so I followed. The room was really big. Better than my old one.
"So, Tracy, your parents tell me you like to read," she says.
I nodded. Not knowing what to say.
"I see Harry Potter is one of your favorites," she said staring at the book I was holding.
"I love it," I told her.
"Whose your favorite character?" she asked.
"Lord Voldemort," I said.
"Oh, so you like bad guys?" she asked.
"Yes, I love them," I said.
"Well, I hope you like it here and if you ever need someone to talk to, don't be afraid to come over," she said, smiling; and she left.
A few hours later, I decided to go out for a walk. I grabbed my iPod and my Harry Potter book.
"Mom and dad...I'm going out," I called.
"Alright Trace, but just be back before dark!" mom yelled, and I headed out the door and put in my earbuds. I turned on the Eli Young Band's song "Crazy Girl". I then opened my book and started reading and walking. As I walked, it started to get a little cold and I decided to walk back home. I then felt myself walk into someone and fell. I then looked up to see who I had walked into. It was a guy, about 30 years-old; but he was charming, with dark hair, wearing a t-shirt.
"Oh. I'm sorry about that. Are you ok?" he asked, reaching out to help me up.
"I'm fine," I told him. He then handed me my book.
"I'm Jerry Dandridge," he said, shaking my hand. He had a firm grip.
"Tracy Wicked," I replied, taking my hand back.
"So, you're new here too?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. I don't know what it is, but something about him made me feel uneasy.
"How old are you, Trace?" he asked.
The only people who have called me that are my parents, but I answered the question anyway. "17," I told him.
"Well, a girl your age shouldn't be out this late."
I nodded.
"Well, maybe you should be getting home. Just keep what I said in mind," he said.
I then walked back to my house and went inside and went to my room, still thinking about what happened with Jerry. I knew him onlyfor a few minutes and got this bad vibe. But I let it go and went back to my book.
