Fright Night (1985)
Rose's Journey 5
Crosswind
Chapter One
Welcome to the Crosswind Funeral Home
By
~GaGa4FrightNight~
(Author)
Okay, folks, Rose's journey continues and brings her to Jerry's latest restoration project, Crosswind Funeral Home. This journey brings a whole new meaning to her vampire relationship with Jerry and raises the bar of exactly how far Jerry is willing to go make certain Rose is his in every meaning of the word. Rose's antics continue to annoy the shit out of her Jerry but isn't that how he always wanted her to remain? This is purely for fun and more a in depth insight to what truly keeps these two opposites together forever and always and all eternity. Enjoy!
That life was officially and completely left behind. Rose Garrett had finally set her past, her once teenaged life behind her at the cliff lined shores of Cliff Side Village. She left behind the family plot in the cemetery that was located along the line of those towering cliffs. The family she knew and once loved were now buried beneath the ground beside her empty grave and gravestone. She said her final farewells to that life she had left the moment her ghostly vampire returned from his purgatorial hell, reentered the world of the living as a good looking physical being, and found her then gave her the most intimate kiss only a creature such as he could give. She was saved from death by death then reborn as a vampire to spend eternity with the love of her now immortal life, Jerry Dandridge.
And from that city by the ocean, she again left but determined she wouldn't return until her supply of homeland soil ran thin. By the side of her immortal prince 'way too charming' she left her home state leaving behind the bodies of those who fed their hunger, the body of old flame Antony left at the base of those cliffs where once in her mortal life they had spent evenings dancing around the bonfire sharing their love of 80's heavy metal. Time to move on, she determined. Time to let the dead lay where they were left, she decided. Her immortal life was now solely to be lived in the manner she was taught by her savior and maker.
Her eternity continued on that lengthy path. With the appearance that of a youth of eighteen but the grown mentality of a woman in her forties; she embraced that long awaited developed ability to seduce and charm without the use of her deceptive youthfulness. Now she craved what she had witnessed Jerry perform over and over; a new taste for the art of mesmerizing the prey was instilled. She no longer desired to use her youthful appearance as a way to subdue her prey. Her matured mind and steadily maturing soul wanted to play the game of seductress. Perhaps it would take time to truly grasp such an ability, to perfect as Jerry had, but she wanted nothing more than to embed her eyes into those of her prey's and seduce them into doing her bidding which would end with her six unique fangs into the flows of their mortal blood and taking their life to feed hers. She had the goal to become a mistress of seduction; use only sex to pull those helpless prey into her web of deceit.
Yet, there was always that spitfire inside her that would never fail to spill forth from her big mouth and colorful language. She would never deny herself her continuous love of 80s heavy metal or hard rock. Her love for all her classic bands never would fade. Her appreciation for such music only broadened and she remained faithful to all those bands that continued to perform and endure through the changing times. She loathed much of the new music but was happy that she had access to her beloved classic through the internet and all other music sources. Yes, she continued to annoy her beloved Jerry with her loud music on those occasions she would use the old record player to hear the music the way she believed they were meant to be heard; through the large rectangular speakers with the volume turned up to its max. Yes, she kept her ways to also annoy him with her blatant sarcasm which he had made certain would remain with her throughout their centuries together.
And, yes, she never once stopped her love for her savior and creator. She could never imagine her life without him as she knew he felt the same. Her love for Jerry Dandridge was more than deeply instilled, if that were possible which she felt it was. Her entire mind, body, and soul was forever his. Her beat-less heart was forever his to keep. She knew, even if she ever thought of doing so, there was no leaving him. She was his. She belonged only to him and that she accepted, willingly accepted. She knew the moment she accepted his gift of relieving her of that mortal cancerous death and he giving her a whole other death to deliver her into his immortal world, that her life's contract was sealed. Yet, she wouldn't change it for anything, not even to breathe again or feel her heart beat once. She had everything she could ever want and he was at the very top of that list and forever he will be because that was how it was meant to be.
There it stood, the latest purchase and project that would continue to feed Jerry Dandridge's love of taking something old and making it again beautiful. It stood towering atop a hill and all Rose could think of was Norman Bates and half expected Mother would be sitting in the window in her corpse form rocking back and forth in her rocking chair. Her head curiously tilted as her large blue eyes studied the three story house.
The house was surely foreboding as it stood there erected atop the hill where a winding driveway snaked upward and ended at the back of the looming structure. Her eyes shifted and looked to an old wood sign with paint faded carved lettering; Crosswind Funeral Home. Really, she thought, a damned funeral home? Her eyes shifted and looked to her proudly grinning eternal partner in vampire crimes, Jerry.
"Seriously?" she asked, "A fucking funeral home?" Yes, her foul language was deeply instilled and never ending.
Jerry Dandridge stood with his arms crossed over his chest with a very pleased smile across his naturally slanted full lips. "Yes," he stated, undeterred by Rose's foully vocalized question, "It's quite remarkable. So much potential. And," he finally looked to her, her nose wrinkled and face twisted in disbelief, "It hasn't been a funeral home in nearly thirty years. It's been vacant that long as well."
"Oh, that so not makes it any better." she sarcastically commented, "This is likely," she looked to the somewhat decrepit structure, "No, it is the creepiest damned hole you have ever bought. Sometimes," she slowly shook her head then tossed her hands gesturing to the house or whatever you called it, "Really? I know we're like dead and all, but really?" She again looked at him with her face still twisted in disbelief.
"Rose," he lightly closed his eyes and shook his head, "Stop whining. This is home." He opened his eyes and again smiled, "It will be beautiful, you'll see."
"You're one sick individual calling that," she pointed at the structure, "Yeah, calling that home." She crossed her arms over her chest and again but reluctantly looked at her new home address, "Who the hell you buy it from, huh? Was it Herman Munster or perhaps a relative of the Addams Family, hmm? Oh, wait, maybe you bought it from Norman freaking Bates or something. So, did Norman's dead mother come with purchase?"
His smile faded. His head slowly turned with his eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" he asked not understanding one of her references.
She again looked at him with a smirk. "Seriously, Jerry," she said, how did he not know a single one of those names, "I know you don't watch movies and shit or television but, come on, you must've heard at least one of those names before. At least Norman Bates, come on!" she watched him frown, "Alfred Hitchcock? Come on, the master of suspense. The Birds?" he shook his head, "You are seriously way out of touch, buddy. You're ass is gonna sit down one of these nights and you're watching some of these classics because this is just damned sad."
"You're annoying," he commented, she was still just as annoying as ever and he knew it would never change, "The moment you pick up an actual classic novel will be the moment I will sit down and watched one of your so called classics."
"Oh, it's so on, buck-o." she nodded, accepted the challenge, "I'll read one of your thick ass books then you're gonna plop your cute ass in front of the television or computer and we're having an Alfred Hitchcock marathon and you'll be kicking yourself in the ass for never having seen a one."
"Agreed," he accepted the challenge then offered his hand to seal the deal.
Her eyes glanced at his hand then looked back up to his eyes. "Oh, no handshake is gonna seal that deal." she shook her head then reached, snatched his jacket lapel then jerked him forward and latched her lips against his. She pulled back and widely grinned, "That's how you seal a deal, stud." she stated and watched him coyly grin.
She released his lapel and took a step back. "So, who's for dinner?" she asked totally off topic, "I'm damned hungry."
His eyes blinked then he shook his head.
"We're gonna have a shit of a time trying to get folks to come here, you do know that?" she commented and started the trek up the winding driveway, "People aren't gonna be too keen on visiting a damned funeral home! You're gonna have to pay extra for your hookers!" She continued up the driveway, the structure seemed to grow more and more the closer she approached, "We might have to start dining out because folks gonna get creepy vibes from this place! Who's gonna wanna hang out here, huh? Oh, you might can get some gothic freaks or something or maybe some devil worshipers!"
He stood there watching her make her way up the drive hearing all her ridiculing and sarcastic jabs towards his investment. His arms again crossed over his chest. His lips did that slight pucker of annoyance and large brown eyes did a roll expressing more of his annoyance towards her big mouth. He stepped forward up the driveway. "You can shut up now!" he called to her and listened to her loudly laugh in response.
Yep, Rose wasn't impressed by that huge shit hole for a house. She discovered the power wasn't on upon flipping a switch. The plumbing was a mess which meant no soaks in the only promising detail about the house, a large soaker porcelain claw-foot bathtub. The odor in the house was heavy with the memory of death, left behind by those bodies that were kept within the funeral home's walls. She felt as if she just stepped back in time, forced to use candles and lanterns to have any source of light while the tedious task of loading all of Jerry's belongings and hers into the old place. At least, she gratefully thought, she had her music to help ease her dislike of that creepy environment.
Yeah, she knew they were two vampires and houses shouldn't remotely bother the one of them but she always had a dislike for old creepy houses, especially ones that once were the last place bodies were kept before burial. She aimed her focus on her own room where she would likely entertain 'guests' and have her sources for music set up. Though the house was pretty drafty, being a vampire, there was no sense of getting cold which assisted her decision to continue setting up her room wearing a fitted band tee, pair of simple and nearly ass showing cotton booty shorts, and bandana tied around her bundled strawberry blonde hair.
With the earphones tucked in her ears, nothing but the vocals of lead singer Claus Meine singing in her head, and barefooted she skipped around the room within the lantern light. Her precious rock god posters were no longer simply tacked to the wall, all in frames and hung on the wall in a suitable arrangement. Every stroll across the faded hardwood floor consisted of booty shakes, shoulder shimmies, and barefooted dance steps while her head banged to the beat of The Zoo. She would sing loudly, not really noticing with the music turned up to its max. All sound was drowned out and she was blissfully deafened by the impressive heavy metal German band's music. She would pound nails into the wall almost in beat to the music's drums then hung each and every one of her framed autographed posters.
The hours passed as she continued making that room hers though she knew at some point Jerry would tell her to remove the posters so the walls could be redone. Yeah, she got annoyed with having take all those frames off the wall but it wasn't her room without them. She knew his routine, would likely be a month before he got to her room. He always started with the main floor since that was where first impressions were made.
She finished hanging the last piece of her collected heavy metal memorabilia then stepped back to admire her achievement of heavy metal beauty. From her ears she removed each earphone then gave an approving nod. She spun on her bare feet and startled upon discovering Benny standing at the doorway. "Jesus, Benny," she sighed, "You scared the shit outta me, buddy."
"Oh, I'm terrible sorry, Miss Rose." Benny quickly apologized, his voice it's typical meekness, "Well, again sorry, but Jerry wanted me to come and inform you that the guests have a arrived."
She frowned, surprised that someone actually was willing to come to them. "How he managed that?" she asked with her hands on her hips, "Who the hell would wanna come to this pit?"
"Um, well," Benny spoke with a lift of his hand and finger, "Well, they hadn't entirely come willingly."
"Oh," she nodded and tossed her hands up, "Yeah, no one would come willingly, I knew it."
"Well, would you prefer that I bring your guest here?" Benny asked, "Or would you prefer joining Jerry downstairs?"
She puckered her lips in thought with her harms crossed over her chest. "Hmm," she hummed, still thinking, "What kinda guests we talking? Jerry's typical hookers or what?"
"Oh, um," Benny mumbled a bit, "Stella picked them up hitchhiking just outside town, two young women. So, I don't believe they are what you said."
"Wow, no hookers," she chirped then giggled, "But, damn, why always two chicks, huh? I'd like to sink into something of the opposite sex besides Jerry."
"Well, um, we can maybe find a male guest for tomorrow evening." Benny smiled, "So, do you want me to bring your guest to you, Miss Rose?"
"Nah," she shrugged, "I'll just get this one over and done with. Tired of wasting my sexiness on chicks." She stepped forward then passed Benny who turned and followed.
Jerry eyed the little blonde who sat huddled against her hitchhiking friend. He enjoyed indulging in fear before the charms were laid out. There was something so appealing when he would ease the fear then instill the desire to please him. The transformation from fearful into desiring was always a good reminder of his superb skills.
His eyes shifted towards the entryway the moment he heard Rose's loud stomps coming down the old grand staircase along with her loudly humming one of her metal melodies. His eyes focused then watched her come marching into the room all smiles. His eyes followed as she simply marched towards the two young ladies. Damn, he thought, then watched Rose snatch the one he wanted by the jacket and jerk the terrified young woman onto her feet. His mouth opened to protest because he had anticipated seducing the woman. His mouth closed and lips puckered with that all too familiar annoyance. His arms uncrossed then he tossed his hands in the air; Rose tore into the woman's neck without one bit of hesitation. He lowly grumbled to himself.
Rose did as she said, get it over and done with. She ignored the other woman's scream and Jerry's grumble. Oh, she knew he always picked the blondes and decided to steal his choice. She jerked back, tore her fangs from the woman's neck then let the body thud to the floor. She looked to Jerry and smirked because he looked pissed. She shrugged then sarcastically asked, "Oh, was she for you?" she pointed down at the body, "Oh, I'm sorry. My bad." She again shrugged then marched out of the room while giggling.
Jerry again grumbled then reluctantly took the only option left horrified and cowering on the sofa. He was beyond annoyed and had no desire to attempt seducing the woman. He stormed towards the sofa as the woman was wide eyed in horror. His hands snatched woman by the back of her hair, jerked her head back then swiftly bore his fangs into the side of her strained neck. No pleasure of playing the seduction game because Rose had went ahead and ruined the desire for it by feeding on his choice.
He drew back with another grumble and released the woman, her body dropped limply against the sofa. Now, if he wasn't allowed to seduce the prey then he had no choice but to use that energy on Rose. Yet there was a choice and he determined if she denied him the use of his charms and impeccable seduction skills on the blonde then she, by selection, would satisfied the use of those skills,
Rose had returned to her room. She stood before her wall of heavy metal while biting into a juicy green apple and scratching her nails against the somewhat exposed underside of her butt cheek. She chewed while eyeing all those memories that were framed images of her beautiful heavy metal and hard rock gods. It was a timeline of sorts; showed how those beloved gods had aged throughout the decades while she hadn't. All those nearly feminine faces had aged. The once long flowing metal hair thinned, been cut off, or disappeared. Yet, she still loved all their music though there were changes in the vocals and the way the music was composed and played which was done to suit the current times.
She stopped chewing then swallowed. Huh, she had a strange feeling, felt as if someone was glaring at her. Her head slowly turned and she looked to the doorway and, yep, she was dead on. "Hello," she sweetly chimed while rotating the apple.
Jerry slammed the door closed then stood firm crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes glared at Rose as his lips again formed that annoyed pucker.
"What's up?" she asked then bit into the apple then asked with a mouthful, "Come to check out my wall of rocking fame, hmm?" She knew he was angry with her for having used his pick of the night to feed her hunger, his expressive features were a dead give away.
"No," he answered with his annoyance clear in his tone, "What was that all about, hmm?"
"What was what about?" she coyly asked then swallowed.
His eyes narrowed, knew she was playing damned coy.
"What?" she asked, tried not smirk on at his expense, "I said I was sorry. How was I supposed to know you had your sights on her, huh?"
He stepped forward, continued to glare at her.
"Maybe I shoulda had mine brought up here." she said, found his expression damned funny, "Then there wouldn't have been any mix up." She stood there as he approached then commented, "Oh, you're upset because you were planning on getting all hypnotic with her. You wanted to play with your food, huh. My bad."
He stopped directly in front of her, his arms still tightly crossed.
"Well, did ya play with the other one?" she asked then licked the juice from the exposed core of the apple and smacked her lips.
"No," he softly grumbled.
"Why not?" she asked, again scratched her butt cheek, "Was she not playtime worthy, huh?" she was beyond amused by his annoyance, "Why do you always gotta play with the blondes, hmm? I ain't really a blonde and you sure play with me." She grinned then gave him a little wink.
He had an urge to smile but held that slight pucker firm and his eyes narrowed. "Oh, be sure, I will play." he confidently stated.
"Play with what?" she asked, continued her coyness, "Both ladies are no longer useful for Jerry playtime."
He finally cracked the pucker about his lips and his sly slanted grin formed.
"You gonna have Jerry playtime by yourself?" she asked and choked a little on a pent up laugh, "Well, you wouldn't fail that's for sure with Jerry alone playtime. Kinda hard not to fail seducing yourself, am I right?" She always enjoyed being a smart ass and predicted he enjoyed it as well or he wouldn't have put up with her for nearly thirty years.
"Oh, I'm not playing alone, that's for damned sure." he firmly stated with his eyes relaxing from their narrowed glare, gradually replaced by an entirely different expression.
"Huh, you got an imaginary friend I don't know about?" she quipped in question, knew damned well what he was suggesting which was being expressed by the slyness filling his lovely large brown eyes and highlighting those expressive lines. "Oh, wait," she sounded a fake realization, "You ain't talking about having Jerry playtime with Benny or Stella are ya? That's just weird and totally wrong, they're like family."
"Rose," he spoke her name with a little sternness.
"Hmm?" she hummed, anticipated what was about to come out of his attractive mouth.
He uncrossed his arms then demanded with a calm tone, "Shut up."
She gave a deceptive shocked gasp, "Well, that's not very nice."
"Shut up," he repeated then snatched the sides of her face and jerked her forward, "Jerry playtime begins now." He crushed his lips against hers ignoring her muffled giggles.
