This is set after the ending of Fright Night (2011). I don't own any of the characters from the movie! Just this story and my original characters!~ A/N
He hadn't heard from her, or seen her in nearly fifty years… but his call was loud and clear…
A lighter flicked as boots dropped down into the dirt of the abandoned wreck of a house.
Taking a slow drag off her cigarette, she looked around the soft earth littered with ashes. A small cloud of smoke was blown into the air as she scoffed.
"You really fucked up this time... didn't ya, Jerry?" She chuckled to herself, holding the Marlboro between her teeth as she pulled back her dyed, bright red hair.
Humming to herself lightly, she squatted down, reaching a hand into the dirt and holding a fistful. She closed her eyes, taking another drag and exhaling through her nose as she rose again, letting the dirt fall through her fingers.
"Right… lets get on with this, shall we?" She glanced to the ceiling, making sure the tarps she had laid down were thick enough to block out the sun.
There were so many damned holes in the floor, she had to spend an ungodly amount of money at the hardware store… good thing it wasn't her money...