A/N: So, this doesn't follow Fright Night 2011's plot line exactly, but is based loosely around it. And please, give me feedback and constructive criticism and anything you might want to see added as I write the story. The movie took place within about two or three days, and I plan on my story taking place within a few months. And I'm kinda iffy on if I should put romance in... Jerry is one hot number, but he's a vampire that likes to eat people, not fall in love with them... IDK LOL. Any mistakes, please point them out! Thanks in advance!

I was in an airport, awkwardly standing there next to the gift shop with my three bags as I looked around for my aunt. There was a lot of movement going on around me, so it was hard to concentrate on finding her face. The last time I had seen her was about seven years ago, so I didn't know how she looked now. I mean, I know she didn't get a face transplant or something, but she could have died her hair, or cut it, or got a nose job, which I doubt she did. Basically, I was looking for a woman in her early forties with short blonde hair.

Then an idea popped in my head, an idea that I should have already thought of instead of stupidly standing in the middle of an airport. I pulled out my cellphone and called her.

She answered with, "hello? Vanessa? Where are you?"

"Hi aunt Jane, I'm by the gift shop," I replied, and then looked over my shoulder into the little store.

"Oh! I see you," and then she hung up the phone. The next thing I knew I saw a woman who was obviously my aunt approach me. I had expected her to still have her short blonde hair, but it seemed she decided to grow it out.

Jane tightly hugged me, and I hesitantly hugged her back. It's not like I didn't want to hug her, but it had been so long since I had. To put it bluntly, it felt like I was hugging a random stranger who looked like my aunt.

"It's a good thing your father sends me your school pictures! Otherwise I wouldn't have a clue what you look like," she smiled. "By the way, how is your father?"

"Dave's good," I answered. "He's looking for a job nearby so we can move here."

"Yeah, he told me that on the phone," my aunt Jane commented.

They had been talking on the phone? Talking about what? Obviously about us moving here, but what else? I hope Dave didn't tell her what happened... My concerns were put to rest when she touched my scarf that was wrapped around my neck and asked, "what's this for?"

"I like scarves," I simply responded. I picked up the end of the scarf that was hanging in front of me and looked down at it. The design was dark blue with purple flowers flowing down it. The fabric was silk, and felt cold as I smoothed my fingers through it.

My aunt made a humming sound and then said, "well, let's go. It takes about two hours to get to my house from here, so we'll be there by five." Then she grabbed one of my three bags and started walking, wheeling it behind her and, following her example, I did the same.

I was in her van sitting in the passenger seat and we had been listening to the radio for the last hour and a half. I was singing along to the lyrics in my head when I heard my aunt say something.

"What?" I asked, looking at her. I had missed what she had said.

"I said you look like your mom," my aunt repeated. "She had the same big brown eyes and black hair that you do. Except her hair was short, not long like yours. You get your nose from my and your father's side of the family, though, but you still look a lot like your mom."

"Oh," I smiled. My mom died seven years ago, but I still remember that she was beautiful from what my memories and photos supplied.

Our conversation ended when my aunt answered her phone. I went back to listening the radio and stared at the sky as it darkened. My window was rolled down, and we were on the highway, so the van was going pretty fast which made the wind rush past my face in a pleasant way. I let my right hand out of the window a little, catching the wind on my palm. I couldn't feel the coldness of the wind, though, because both of my hands had leather gloves on.

"Hey, honey," my aunt's voice caught my attention, "I just got a call from one of my clients, and they need to meet with me as soon as we get home. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I said.

"Charley will be there, so he can let you in if the door's locked," she continued, "and I told him to order pizza before we got home, so it should be there when you get in."

I nodded my head in acknowledgment. She continued to drive and we made it to my aunt's house at five, just like she had said. I grabbed my three bags out of the van, and my aunt waved bye as she drove back down the street to go meet with her client. I yawned, tired as I was and stretched my arms and back. Where was I going to sleep? On the couch? I hope not... couches suck.

I brought my three bags to the front door with me, and attempted to open the door. It was locked. I narrowed my eyes at the door handle in annoyance before knocking. I knocked a few times, but Charley didn't answer. Maybe he fell asleep? Then I took out my phone to call him. He didn't answer.

"Charley, are you serious?" I snapped at him even though he wasn't there. I picked my three bags up all at once, which actually hurt my arms because they were heavy, and brought them around to the back of the house, having to go through the little pathway between the fences. I opened the fence gate and stepped through, dropping my bags with relief. I felt myself yawning again as I closed the fence gate. Then I spotted a bench that was sitting against my aunt's house, and decided it would make a good spot to nap on.

I walked over and laid down on it, placing my gloved hands under my head to act as a pillow and closed my eyes. I yawned again before my thoughts drifted off and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I immediately noticed something odd. My left hand was missing its glove, and my palm stung. Upon closer inspection, it looked like two holes were in my palm, like someone stuck a needle in each. I narrowed my eyes. What the hell?

I took my attention off my palm and decided to study my bare hand. The scars and burn marks on my palm and fingers brought on unpleasant memories. Quickly, I looked around for my leather glove, but couldn't find it. With a sigh, I shoved my left hand into my jacket pocket, and took out my phone with my right hand, checking the time. It was six, which meant I had been napping for about an hour, and Charley still wasn't home. Charley, what the hell, man.

I decided to call my aunt. When she answered, I told her Charley hadn't been home for an hour.

"Why didn't you call me sooner?" Jane asked angrily. I knew the anger wasn't directed at me, so I took no offense. It was directed at Charley.

"I fell asleep on the bench in the back of your house," I explained. I was going to mention my palm, but didn't, not wanting to explain my burns and scars.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," she told me before she hung up. I wandered out to the front of the house and sat down on the porch, waiting. It was then that I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I saw a man with dark hair, like my own, crouched down, working. I studied him for a moment, taking in his fit form. Then he looked up. I smiled in embarrassment at being caught, feeling my face heat up, and he returned a smirk. Despite my embarrassment, I was happy to learn he had a handsome face to go along with his body.

When I saw headlights through the dark, I looked and saw Jane's van drive down the road and then up the driveway. I stood from the porch as she got out of the car, and she was about to head over to me, but when she saw the dark-haired man she turned to face him. I walked over to stand next to her.

"Oh, hi!" My aunt greeted enthusiastically. I guess my aunt really liked people. "You must be our new neighbor. I'm Jane, this is my niece, Vanessa."

She introduced us to him and he stood up from his work. "Jerry," he supplied his own name, and took his left glove off because it was covered with dirt. He held his left hand out to shake my aunt's hand, which she did, and then held it out for me. I was just about to take my left hand out of my pocket when I realized my leather glove wasn't on. So instead, I hesitantly smiled at him again.

When he let his hand fall to his side with a blank face, I thought I had offended him, but then he gave a charming smile as if to say, 'no offense taken.'

Then the front door opened behind us, and when I turned to look I saw Charley. He caught my eye and I glared at him, repeating my earlier words to myself: Charley, what the hell, man.

It looked like my aunt was going to yell at him, but then she remembered Jerry.

"Jerry, this is my son, Charley," my aunt said once Charley had come to stand next to us.

They shook hands and Jerry commented on something about Charley's shoes. I ignored the rest of their conversation and went inside the house now that the door had been unlocked. I made my way to the back door and brought my three bags inside, putting them on the side of the couch where I assumed I was going to be sleeping. I heard the front door open and heard my aunt ask Charley what happened.

"I fell asleep," was his reply.

"Charley," I commented with a hint of anger, "I was outside for an hour, man. And I called you like five times."

He gave a shrug. His indifference made me so angry that I had to walk away.

"Did you order the pizza?" Jane asked, and when Charley's answer was no she told him to call the pizza place. "Vanessa, you can have Charley's bed tonight," my aunt added.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Charley was a boy, so who the hell knew what he did up in his room. Well, I have an idea, but that's disgusting.

"It's alright. I'll just take the couch," I said.

Then the pizza came about half an hour later, we ate dinner, and we talked. My anger towards Charley had disappeared, and we talked about our lives the last few years we hadn't seen each other. I left a few things out, but said my relationship with Dave had improved greatly. Charley said he had made a few new friends, and I saw my aunt make a small frown. Then my aunt said she was still a Realtor and laughed a little at how her life hadn't changed much.

After we were done eating, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands because the pizza was sort of greasy and shut the door. I removed my left hand from its pocket and turned the sink on, using the soap bottle that was next to the sink handles. I was reminded of the little holes on my palm when the soap made them sting. I brushed my fingers over the wounds, thinking that some nerves must have been exposed because they were very sensitive. Nonetheless, I cleaned it like I should have earlier and placed band-aids on each.

Then we watched a movie together until ten when it was over. My aunt said goodnight and went upstairs to go to bed. Charley and myself sat on the couch, and I turned to face him.

"So, you're a junior, right?" I questioned.

"Yeah," he answered, and then asked his own question, "you're a senior, right? How come you're moving here if you're graduating in a few months?"

I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again, "I'm not graduating. I'm failing. So Dave thought he would save me the embarrassment and move here."

"Oh," was all that was said. Then a few moments later he added, "we'll be seniors together. That's cool."

"Yeah," I agreed half-heartedly. Then Charley got up from the couch and headed up the stairs while I went to the bathroom to change into my pajamas. Then I laid down on the couch with the pillow and blanket my aunt had brought from upstairs and fell asleep.