Fright Night (1985)
Twist of Fate
Chapter One
by
~GaGa4FrightNight~ & ~Vendhela~
The windows had all been smashed. The early morning sun poured inward reflecting everywhere through the shambled and cluttered basement. Peter Vincent took initiative to prevent Jerry Dandridge, the vampire, from taking refuge inside his coffin.
Peter slammed down the lid and it seemed the sounds of chaos silenced upon the loud sound of the coffin lid forced down. The white haired and aged actor's head turned and fearfully looked to the hideously distorted and burned features of the once suave and handsome vampire Dandridge. His lips trembled into a gape and he nearly had to pry his hands from the coffin lid followed by his feet pried off the floor.
The fear grew inside Peter the moment Dandridge began to hideously laugh in mock of his fear. He stepped backwards with his eyes unable to pry from the horrendous reality of the vampire's true monstrous face enhanced by the burns on the right side of the distorted face. He continued to shuffle backwards as Dandridge slinked forward. He made a quick step to the side, prepared to run but the vampire effortlessly leaped over the coffin and blocked his escape.
Peter gasped and shuffled backwards, a black cloaked wall loomed behind him. His body trembled fiercely as Dandridge stepped forward snarling jutted fangs. He cowered back feeling the fabric draped over the wall. His eyes grew to their max width, Dandridge raised his distorted hands with their fingers and nails beastly lengths. His mouth opened wide in preparation to unleash a horrified scream but suddenly Charley raced to his aide.
Charley's hands snatched the black draping and with a swift jerked the purity of sunlight was allowed to spill forward and struck Dandridge dead on. Both Charley and Peter watched the moment the power of that morning light thrust against Dandridge and sent the vampire bellowing backwards through the basement. It was thunderous the moment Dandridge's engulfed body struck the cinder black wall.
The sunlight pinned the creature of darkness against the wall. Dandridge's limbs flailed as he continued to bellow in agony. The vampire's body distorted further against the burning daylight, the clothing burned away as every inch of the creature's body began to transform into something recently glimpsed. From the creature came a final plea, called out to the name of young Amy as she lifted off the floor in her vampire form.
Before Amy could move forward Charley darted and leaped and covered her with the torn down cloth. Peter raced and joined Charley in protection of Amy as Dandridge's monstrous bat form emerged through the agony. The bellows twisted into high pitched screeches and within the mass of fiery light the skeletal bat flailed as supernatural bursts sparked everywhere. The flames twisted and turned different shades of colors as the creature was continuously being consumed by God's gift of sunlight.
Charley dared, he lifted his head and brown eyes looked to the distorted fireball that was his vampire neighbor. His eyes focused on that brilliant light that overpowered the creature. Slowly his eyes squinted against the brilliance of the creatures death. His eyes shot wider the moment it seemed the creature exploded, sent outward the billowing light and he was instantly blinded. The sounds were nearly deafening as it echoed loudly through his ears. Reactively he ducked down the moment he felt the outburst of power flush against him. He held his breath in fear and within, what seemed seconds, it was over.
He released his breath then deeply inhaled but what filled his lungs was chilled and damp air. His eyes crept open and within his vision were flashes of light resulting from the moment he watched the devil of 99 Oak be ended. His eyes rapidly blinked then he gasped in realization he didn't feel Amy. His head lifted and his rapidly blinking eyes tried desperately to see his surroundings, within those flashes of light was darkness. He didn't smell the dankness of that devil's pit but clean and crisp air. His hands twisted, felt dampened ground beneath them instead of filthy concrete. Quickly his hands felt around, no Amy just more damp leaves and grass.
"Amy," he gasped, his head shifted in motion of his eyes, "Peter?" There was nothing but silence in response. He listened closely, there was a distinct sound of a light drizzle, he even felt the chill of it moisten against his face. "Amy?" he called louder. His hands fumbled about the ground, the chilled moisture slicking against his palms. "Peter?" he began to sound panicked.
His eyes continued to blink at a rapid pace, nearly as quick as his heart beat. A sound came, his head darted the direction it came from. There was a sound of something moving which forced him to fumble raised on his knees. "Hello?" he spoke, the flashes continued to dull his vision into nearly blinding, 'Who's there? Amy? Peter?" The sounds came nearer and became louder. "Who's there?" he asked, his voice shaky with fear after having experienced the greatest of unbelievable terrors imaginable.
A loud snort of some kind came through his blindness and he struggled to get onto his feet. On his feet, Charley outreached his hands blindly, felt the chilled and drizzle filled air. "Dammit, someone say something!" he shouted, "What the hell is going on?"
"Who might that be?" a thickly accented feminine voice asked through Charley's blindness.
Charley frowned as he continued to blink then he asked with confusion, "What?"
"I cannot say." a man's accented voice responded to the woman's.
The moment Charley heard that male voice, though accented, there was a very unsettling familiarity within the melody. He stumbled backwards, his heel was caught on a fallen branch and he dropped back onto his rear.
"You," the woman's voice spoke.
"Huh," Charley mumbled, perhaps he had heard the male voice wrong.
"Who are you?" the woman's voice asked, "Why are you alone out here?"
"What..." Charley mumbled, the accent surely threw him off, it was similar to Peter's but stronger in dialect, "Who… ah… what?"
"You think him dumb or simple?" the woman's voice asked.
Charley frowned in offense to the question then commented, "I ain't dumb."
"He speaks odd." the woman's voice commented.
"Me?" Charley said then commented on his own observation, "You sound weird."
"Boy," the man's voice finally spoke up.
Charley's eyes again snapped wide, the blinding flashes of light hadn't let up.
"What be your name, boy?" the man's voice asked followed by the sound of another hardy snort.
"Charley," Charley said, "Charley Brewster."
"I know not of any Charley Brewster." the woman's voice stated, "He looks not familiar either."
"What might be your trouble, boy?" the man's voice asked followed by the sounds of two feet landing on the ground.
Charley knew that voice, the accent didn't fool him but the accent made no sense. "Huh?" he mumbled then heard the feet move towards him. He slightly scrambled, the familiar tone made him fearful. "You stay the hell away from me!" he shouted and aimed his hand in direction he sensed the person.
"What happened, boy?" the man asked, "How had you managed to be here? One might suspect you of trespassing on my land. Let it be known your reasons for being here."
"I..." Charley muttered, "I… I know who you are!"
"And who might I be, boy?" the man asked with suspicion.
"You're..." Charley continued to stumble on his words in fear, "You're..."
"Out with it, boy!" the man somewhat snapped with impatience, "There is no time for hesitation. Inform me my name."
"Holy shit..." Charley murmured under a breath, his mind scrambled to near numbness. His hand slapped against his forehead then he asked aloud, "What the hell is going on?!"
"Exactly my question, Charley Brewster." the man commented.
"Jerry, maybe be it that he is ill." the woman's voice commented followed by the sound of another set of feet striking the ground.
"Fuck!" Charley hated hearing that name. He watched Dandridge be destroyed.
"My what language." the woman commented with a slight giggle, "Charley Brewster, perhaps you are ill. Do you feel that you might be ill? A fever perhaps?"
"Thea," the man's voice spoke up.
Charley heard feet move before him then he startled the moment he felt a bare hand press against his forehead. He panicked and knocked the hand away. "Don't touch me!" he snapped.
"Hmm, a fever but only slight." the woman commented, "Hmm, might explain his crudeness and him seemingly dumb."
"Thea," the man slightly spoke with scold, "Rude that was."
"Oh, shush," the woman giggled, "We should bring him to the house."
Charley started shaking his head in protest.
"Oh, you will see to his care then?" the man asked.
"Aye, I will." the woman agreed, "Quite capable I am of caring for the ill as you shall remember."
"Aye, remember I do." the man agreed, "And well you did."
"What the hell?" Charley groaned, his head felt light and grew heavy, "This is gotta be a really screwed up dream or nightmare." His arms dropped down against his legs then he groaned again, "I can't take anymore of this. I can't see. I don't have a damned clue where the hell I am. I don't know where Amy's at or Peter. Am I dead?"
"Oh, he now rambles." the woman commented, "Aye, the house we should bring him. We cannot let him here alone. He just spoke of blindness and that could mean an internal fever."
"Well, perhaps once he recovers he can explain the reasons he was found here." the man stated, "Aye, we bring him home."
"Do you hear, Charley Brewster." the woman spoke, "We will take care of you. All will be well then you shall return home, wherever that may be."
"Oh, hell," Charley lowly groaned and dropped back against the ground. A night of terror had taken it's toll. An evening of unimaginable horrors had finally weighed him unconscious.
The bearer of the female voice, Thea stood and stared down at the now unconscious young man. She stood draped in an ankle lengthy hooded cloak, the hood draped over the crown of her head. Her hazel eyes focused on the oddly dressed Charley Brewster. "What do you suspect he wears?" she asked and looked to the man, "Never have I seen such odd attire. And what of the manner he speaks?"
"I am as much at a loss as you." the man responded, Jerry Dandridge stood near a striking black mare with his arms crossed over his chest covered in a thick wool waist cloak. Not the vampire Jerry Dandridge but the mortal man Jerry Dandridge of the 17th century. "Come, let us get him onto the horse." he said and stepped up to the odd young man.
"This be very kind of you, Jerry." Thea sang and rushed to assist Jerry.
"Aye," Jerry shook his head as he draped the young man's limp arm over his shoulder, "Yet, let it not happen as with me, I kindly implore you." He grinned upon Thea glaring her eyes at him.
"Now you are not being very kind." Thea scolded as she struggled a bit to assist Jerry lifting the young man off the ground, "You," she groaned a bit, "My Lord, are being quite the ass."
Jerry chuckled in response to Thea's statement. "Aye, perhaps slightly, my sweet." he sarcastically agreed, "Younger he is in comparison to me. And what I worry is the moment he may regain his sight and look upon you, a vision of an angel he will blessed to behold."
Thea rolled her eyes as she assisted dragging the young man towards the horse. "Too full of flattery you are now after speaking words like a true ass." she commented, "And there is not a thing for you to worry."
Jerry again chuckled then lifted and draped the young man over the saddled horse. He turned and grinned with that familiar crook about his lips. "Ah, but I fondly remembered the vision that was you when I came to my senses." he slyly commented and stepped forward then scooped up Thea's hands into his, "A man would have to be blind if he does not find you an angel upon first sight." he lifted her gloved hands and pressed a kiss against both, "That moment shall forever be known when I truly opened my eyes after a very long sleep."
"You speak like a poet." Thea quickly commented, yet she loved when he spoke as he did, "But, it shall not change the truth of you being an ass."
Jerry slightly huffed then released her hands but swiftly gathered her into his arms. His large expressive brown eyes looked deeply in hers. "Yet, let it be known that I am your ass." he remarked, "And that you will forever be known as my angel." he gently touched the side of her pretty face, his fingers tucked beneath the drape of her hood, "Aye, you are my angel for you have saved me in more ways than can be expressed."
Thea softly smiled, lifted her hand and rested it over his. "Taken back," she spoke, "You are not a total ass." She loved to watch his full lips form that stunning and brilliant smile. "Aye, I will forever be your angel." she nodded, "There is not another for me."
"And that is all there must be known." he commented and his smile faded, "You do believe when I say I love you, Thea?"
Thea nodded as her smile softened, "Aye and I love you."
"And that is all." he said then leaned and very gently pressed his lips against hers.
(Author)
A huge shout-out to Vendhela! Without her this wouldn't be coming together! Two great Fright Night minds have collided and both she and I shall take all of you on a very interesting ride into Jerry Dandridge's past and his origins as a vampire. Lets see what happens next, shall we?
Loves!