Author's Note:

This is my first fanfiction. I've started writing stories, and I gave up on them before. But I'm committing to this one. I want to see it though to the end, this time!

This story is based on the original Fright Night, one of my favorite movies of all time. But this story is also inspired by Syfy's Being Human, which is a TV show. If you've seen the show, you might read this and think that it is a total rip-off, and perhaps you would be right. But I needed to get some inspiration from somewhere, and Being Human had the best representation of werewolves I could find, so yeah. Keep in mind that it is NOT a FrightNight/BeingHuman crossover.

Also, the only characters from Fright Night that I'm including in this fanfic (unless I decide to a cameo of some sort) will be Jerry Dandridge and Billy Cole. Don't get me wrong, I love Charlie, Evil Ed, Peter Vincent, and Amy. But this story has a different setting, and with a different setting comes different characters.

Despite the fact that this fanfic is based on the 1985 version of Fright Night, and despite that the movie takes place in the '80's, this story is going to take place in the 21st century. I'm sorry; I wish I could stay true to the time period of the film. But to be honest, I'm only a teenager and I wasn't alive yet to witness the '80's (I heard the '80's were awesome, though). So I know I would slip up and talk about cell phones or Barack Obama, or something else that comes with the present time period, if I had it take place in the '80's. Sorry about that. :(

Another thing you might want to know is that I'll be switching the point of view from character to character. I'll state whose POV it is before each chapter. I apologize if that gets confusing at all. I tried to make it work. :P

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I'll be posting new chapters as frequently as possible. Please make me smile and post a review. I like to smile. :) ~Maya

Amber's POV (point of view)

It would have been a hell of a lot easier on me if I had just died.

If that werewolf had just mauled me to death, I would no longer have anything to worry about. I could have put all of my troubles behind me. No more stress. No more sorrow. No more pain.

But, by some cruel twist of fate, I was spared of death that night. I was happy to be alive then. I was relieved. I was unaware of the curse that was inflicted upon me.

I bet you can imagine the look of pure horror and confusion on my face during the first turn.

Imagine your bones crunching and scraping against each other, rearranging themselves. Now imagine how it feels without anesthetics.

But the pain wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that I had no idea what was coming. I was not prepared in the least. I was taken by surprise. I had no control over the circumstances.

Then again, nothing could have prepared me for that.

It took me a long time to get used to the fact that I was a werewolf. It took me even longer to accept it, to not hate myself for what I had become. The whole werewolf thing had shattered my old life, and so I left everyone I held dear from my old life, hoping to start from scratch. And so I did. I moved to a new town, got a new house, a new job. Things began falling into routine. I'd be as human as possible for 29 days of the month, and I'd do my best to isolate my inner beast on the full moon. My new lifestyle soon began to feel normal after I had practiced it for a while. I knew I was far from normal. But I had worked so hard to organize my life that I was beginning to believe that everything was turning out to be fine.

It's funny how after you've worked so hard to achieve normalcy, something chaotic gets thrown into the picture and ruins everything. Something out of the ordinary completely thwarts your plans, makes everything go wrong.

When I say "something chaotic", I mean a man. Not in the way you may be thinking! It was a completely normal day, a day like any other. But during that day, something, seemingly small and insignificant, changed my life forever. It was the day when my normal, perfectly human lifestyle was stripped from me and was thrown out the window, for the second time.

It was the day Jerry Dandridge moved in next door.

If you're not liking the looks of this story because of the short prologue, please don't go yet! I assure you that most of the chapters are at least above 1,000 words. Some of them are rather long. Trying to make this more like a novel than a one-shot. :D