A Fright Night Remake What If?
What if Jerry Dandridge Succeeded?
Part One
Jerry's Alive, Peter's Dead, Charley's Turning
(Author)
Alright, this is gonna be another shocker for all of you readers who know me so damned well and my lust and love for 1985 Fright Night. Well, last night I stayed up until 4 am writing a short story where I brought Vivian Addams into the 2011 Fright Night world where she reamed the new guy a new asshole. Well, after falling asleep at around 6 am or so after; yep, Collin Ferrell popped into my dream as a vampire with a bit longer hair and was doing exactly what he did in the movie. Yeah, he was creating an army of vampire fledglings in hopes to take over the world; I guess. Well, damn him and having entered my dream because it provoked my ass to come up with another remake inspired fan fiction. God, I hope the original Jerry doesn't get jealous that I'm putting some effort into this whole remake idea. And, in case you forgot, what else happened before I sat down and wrote that earlier bit; the remake was on SyFy! So that helped the corruption along. So, I basically woke up near noon, drove the hubby and daughter nuts for a bit telling them everything I came up with in a matter of waking up and fixing my coffee. Here I am, forty minutes later and ready to get this crazy bitch on the computer!
Okay, just a heads up. This is another What If scenario. No, I ain't doing a sex change on anyone. This is a What If. What if remake Charley and Peter didn't succeed in destroying Mr. Bad Ass Grease Monkey Jerry? Also, Charley was successfully devoured by vampire Amy the Ho and poor magic act Peter Vincent is Jerry's minions' first din-din. Well, new guy Jerry will be successful at unleashing his minions on that sleepy little suburbia and possibly the entire world! Let's give this warlord a little more success instead of going all crispy then poof! You freaking remake fans are gonna love this…a lot more than the other one I wrote, I'm sure.
Buckle up, my dears, for we are in for another ride into Fright Night crazy town starring Collin Farrell as the new guy Jerry Dandridge leading his dark army of vampires. What else could I possibly throw into the mix? Say hello to Alice! Here we go…please keep all arms, legs, and necks inside at all times because something just might jump out and bite you!
The entire community knew about the disappearances of many locals from teens to adults but those blind residents had no idea the big battle that went down under their unsuspecting noses. Local teen Charley Brewster and well known Vegas performer Peter Vincent went to face an unimaginable evil which in the end got the upper hand. That was the unknown aspect, unknown to the life continuing residents. Sure there was word about the Brewster home going up in the smoke after huge gas leak which officials used as an excuse to Jane Brewster's nasty car accident; she lying in the hospital not knowing her son was now another addition to a brewing army of the creatures of the night. So, all this chaos seemed pretty normal, nothing suspicious at all, especially when you turn a blind eye to the unimaginable, supernatural, and plain ridiculously horrifying. Life goes on while those nasty creatures buried themselves until the next evening comes where their master and creator will unleash out onto suburbia in effort of a ghastly cause of eternally damning the living.
And, so, with the hours reaching another evening, all those unsuspecting souls continue as if someone's house hadn't blown up or a portion of their population vanished. Even the high school dance continued without skipping a single blinded beat. Sure, there were many student absences unaccounted for but why disrupt life because some students dropped out? Nah, just go on and throw a big bash in the confines of the High School gym where each and every student and their teachers were sitting ducks for the army of complete darkness crash the doings and feed their blood starved appetites. So, the sun once again descends in the western horizon while residents of that future massacre continue on with their normal lives sending their teenage children off to the slaughter which included on particular teen who was practically sent kicking and screaming to the unknown bloodbath. Poor Alice being forced into an unwanted wonderland of sorts where she loathed many of her upper class peers. Poor, poor Alice Bedford shoved into teen society by her mother's overbearing determination to make her have a normal teen existence. Not so sweet Alice reluctantly forced to accept an invite from one of her fellow offbeat peers named Randal and he being the son of her mother's closest friend helped the mother's cause to force the two together for one unforgettable evening. The black sheep amongst the white being sent to the slaughter without realizing the dance would forever be known as a slaughter fest and the beginning of the mass production of vampire minions.
After nearly a long sufferable hour of being within the surroundings of perky and bright eyed peers, Alice dragged Randal out of the gym and to the high school rooftop. The sun was already at its lowest the just a peak of dusk trimming the horizon behind the city's profile. Not so perky brunette Alice stood near the rooftop ledge enjoying her delightful not so secret pleasure that was in form of a Camel Crush. Poor Randal, terrified of heights stood pressed against one of the large metal vents poking out of the rooftop and was horrified that his date was standing so close to the roof ledge.
Alice stood with her back to Randal while taking long and slow inhales and exhales; her eyes watched the sun's orange glow begin to fade beneath the weight of the Nevada evening sky. She wasn't too concerned about the drop outs; hell she practically hated most of them. She was a misfit of sorts and liked it that way. She hated society and all its rules and regulations that determined what was wrong and right. Apparently she was part of the wrong though it felt so damned right to her. "Alice," she heard Randal speak for the first time with his voice shaky, "I wanna go back inside." Her face was without real expression; felt as if the festivities below in the gym sucked the life out of her. She spun on those damn two inch heels her mother insisted that she wear and drolly looked at the trembling Randal still pinning himself back against the ventilation system. She was in no mood to go hiking back into perky hell seeing all those fake as shit smiles aimed sarcastically at her. "You know what, Randal." She took a quick drag, "This was my dear Mother's idea, not mine." She blew the smoke from her nostril then took another drag, "I didn't want to wear these shoes. I didn't want to wear this stupid fucking dress." She aimed her cigarette holding hand at the pretty sickening pink pastel knee length mess of a dress, "And I sure in hell didn't want to go with your ass." She turned to the side and took another stiff drag, "So, you can march your ass back down into the gym and hang out with those who don't give a flying shit we exist. I'm staying outta sight where they prefer me."
Randal felt devastated by Alice's blatant and crude words. "Well," he pouted while sliding along the metal wall, "Well, that's just fine by me!" he was hurt by her spiteful words, "I didn't want to go with you either!" He hurried around the corner and scurried for the rooftop exit. "You're a bitch, Alice Bedford!" he shouted back at the cruelest date imaginable.
"I know that!" Alice shouted back then flicked her cigarette to the rooftop and stopped it to death. She suddenly had a bout of regret and little guilt having said those awful things to someone who was just as out classed as she. "Randal, wait!" she called out leaving the ledge. She tried to rush to catch up with Randal who just vanished through the door but being unused to even a meager two inch heel, there was a bit of a struggle getting moving. She cursed then kicked the pumps off her feet. "I'm gonna so kill my Mother." She grumbled aloud while bending over picking up the first shoe, "Yeah, heel right in the freaking eyeball." She kept grumbling then made her way towards the other one but out of nowhere came a scream. She froze then slowly turned her head looking towards the rooftop ledge. She shook her head and guessed the scream probably came from the backseat of some parked car in the high school parking lot. She reached the pump and started to bend over when another scream came out of nowhere followed by another. Her eyes frowned as they stared at the open ledge. Without picking up the pump she slowly rose up then quickly started by another scream. Each scream she heard came from different people and sure in the hell weren't the sounds of faked ecstasy. Her body shifted and slow step after another she moved back towards the ledge; each following scream startled her.
She dared closer to the ledge as the screams became many and continuous. Her hazel eyes grew wider as she leaned forward to peer over the ledge; the screams becoming almost deafening. The moment she looked down at the parking lot below she gasped and held her breath. What the hell was happening? What the hell was she seeing? She watched in disbelief and horror at the image of her peers being ruthlessly brought down by what looked like many of the drop outs. One by one those perky teen guys and girls were struck down. Groups were attempting a rush out of the high school main entrance only to be outnumbered and ruthlessly attacked by a swarm of loudly growling and hissing individuals. Was it the zombie apocalypse? Wait, zombies didn't move like that. She saw things zombies were incapable of doing which was leaping high into the air and crashing down on running dance attendees. Her head darted following her eyes rapidly shifting; the chaos grew and grew and her eyes saw the defining evidence that they weren't zombies. Once lunged atop rat like scurrying teens and chaperones; the throats of those poor shits were torn into. Vampires! Her mind screamed while she was physically speechless. Holy shit, Evil hadn't gone complete bonkers; she thought loudly in her head; Evil was an associate of sorts and he was trying to convince anyone that a vampire had struck their little humble village. "Holy shit," she breathed then broke her frozen stance and spun around on bare feet.
She ran towards the exit; there was no place else to go but inside the damned high school and she prayed the obvious chaotic vampire take over hadn't spilled inside yet. She tossed her pump aside and grabbed the exit door, jerked it open and came to an abrupt halt upon hearing in the distance deep within the high school that the chaos had indeed found its way inside. "Ah, fuck it," she grumbled at herself, gritted her teeth and dove head first into an over spill of blood and death. She moved swiftly down the stairwell trying to ignore the obvious vocalization of an obvious mortal slaughter house being made within the high school gymnasium. At the bottom she cautiously opened the door and peeked out onto the one of many stairs throughout the high school. The horror still sounded distant so she snuck out onto the stairs; the only way to go was down which seemed like a quick descent into hell. She peered down the two stories wondering where Randal was and hoped her poor date hadn't gotten him killed or possibly turned into one of those insane undead monsters.
With a deep breath she silently made her way down into the unknown on bare feet. The first lower landing between floors was reached. She paused and looked around; the terror filled screams and disgusting beastly sounds continued echoing through the many corridors. She had no plans; her mind totally screwed by what she witnessed and heard and still was hearing. "Yeah, thanks Mother." She whispered aloud, "Thanks a lot, you bitch." She felt as if her mother had sent her ass purposely into a chaotic hell where folks were getting sucked dry after being torn into by mouthfuls of fangs. "Yep, I become one of these things she's the first one I'm taking out if she ain't dead already." She continued to whisper at herself while making her way down to the second lower landing. The chaos really started to sound closer along with the sounds of running dress shoes and heels. By the time she reached the main floor she was taken aback by the image of a herd of dance attendees go stampeding past while screaming for their lives. Oh, she didn't want see what they were running from. Quickly, instead of following the bunch of lemmings headed for a certain death over a cliff fashioned by vampires; she hurried down onto the stairs the led to the basement. Maybe she could wait it out until dawn if she didn't get sniffed out by one of those rabid creatures of the night.
She speedily moved down into the basement level hearing the screams of the lemmings rip down from above. She reached the bottom and hurried to the boiler room entrance. Quietly as possible she opened the heavy door and slipped through a cracked opening then quietly shut it. She turned around and took a moment to stare at the door while taking deep breaths. The sounds of death were heard through the several rectangular windows scattered about the Freddy Kruger inspired habitat. She turned and slapped her hands over her mouth to stop a scream; there was fucking Randal staring up at her from the bottom of the stairs looking pale and terrified. "Damn it, Randal." She scolded him trying not to shout then hurried down the stairs.
"Alice," Randal said with trembling lips, "What the hell is happening out there? There's like blood everywhere and these things running around killing everyone." His entire body trembled as it followed Alice moving passed him, "What are they? Where did they come from? I swear a couple of them looked like…well people I know."
"They're vampires, Randal," Alice said moving towards one of the window that was set high to the ceiling.
"What?" Randal questioned with disbelief, "Vampires aren't real…are they?"
Alice climbed up on top of an old school desk set below the window. "Yeah, they are." She answered him then dared to look out the window. Oh they were vampires alright. Her eyes reflected the image of flashing police lights as the cruisers came speeding into the chaos. "Hey, the cops are here." She announced and in seconds Randal was sharing the desktop with her and looking out the window. "Maybe we'll get outta of this." She said with hope but that hope quickly was dashed away the moment both their wide eyes watched the police officers ruthless be jerked from the cruisers and too were brought down swiftly and brutally. "Well, there goes their goes that." She frowned then climbed down off the desktop planting her bare feet against the dirty floor, "Our only hope is that they don't find us and we stay put until dawn."
Randal turned around atop the desk and looked down at Alice. "You think they won't find us down here?" he asked with high hopes of survival.
Alice shoulders shrugged, "I hope not." She turned around and looked up at the hope beaming in poor Randal's fearfully teary eyes, "We just gotta stay put, keep quiet and…" Before she could finished two arms shattered through the window and two distorted hands grabbed a now screaming Randal by the face then jerked his poor kicking and screaming torso out the shattered window. She instinctively rushed forward grabbing hold of Randal's ankles and begun a life or death game of tug of war. "Randal!" she screamed his name as he continued to scream with his legs jerking and twitching while dangling through the window, "Randal, no!" Boy did she regret what she said to him on the rooftop! Suddenly his body went lips and his screams silenced. Her mouth gaped and eyes wide in horror; those nasty hands reached between the window frame and Randal's poor corpse and gripped his suit jacket then with ease jerked him completely through the window which broke her hold of his ankles. She stumbled backwards with her eyes widely staring at the shattered window.
Suddenly a distorted but familiar face quickly darted through the window; it was that preppy bitch Amy Peterson with her mouth looking like she borrowed it from a shark. She jumped then screamed. There was no way in hell she was dying in the hands of that thing! She spun around as the creepiest version of popular Amy crawled through the window prepared to do the same to her as was done to poor Randal. She was gonna fight for her damned life and find something in that dank shithole to defend herself. Why wasn't the janitor some kind of religious freak with a Catholic shrine glowing with candlelight and crucified image of Jesus?! She scrambled around grabbing and throwing items at the slithery she bitch vampire she never liked; that bitch was the reason why Charley Brewster dumped poor Ed as a friend! Her hands grabbed hold of an old wooden desk chair as that bitch continued to creep and hiss her way towards her. She gripped the back of the chair, swung it back then uselessly struck the bitch but it simply splintered into pieces but thankfully in her hand was an accidentally crafted makeshift stake. She narrowed her eyes as the bitch wickedly laughed at her with the wide spread mouth filled with fangs and dripping blood stained drool.
"I'm gonna enjoy this!" Alice shouted loudly just as Amy lunged towards her while she held the stake's end with both hands.
Amy leapt into the air and came crashing down on top of Alice sending both to the floor but the vampire bitch went to an abrupt standstill with half the stake stabbed right dab in the center of her somewhat exposed chest. Alice looked up at the shocked expression faded that ghastly shark mouth then Amy's eyes went blank. She rolled on the floor dropped Amy back. She scrambled onto her feet and stared down at the staked vampire who now looked as she remembered. "Yeah!" she shouted down at the Amy pointing her finger at her, "You know it, you bitch! That's for breaking up Evil and Charley's friendship! Ha!" She hocked a huge ball of snot then spat on the lifeless vampire Amy. She adjusted the strapless bodice of her vampire blood speckled pink dress then gave Amy a quick kick, "And fuck you for killing poor Randal!" Her moment of victory was slightly tarnished when Amy darted up seat with her hands outreached. She startled backwards with a short screech. Her wide eyes watched closely as Amy's mouth twitched as if trying to speak; blood dribbling from Amy's mouth. Her face grimaced at the sight then watched Amy drop backwards onto the floor dead. "Yeah," she tried to regain some confidence, "Yeah," she nodded agreeing she just did some serious justice.
She turned around, confident the bitch was dead, and looked about the splintered mess on the floor. She grabbed one of the table legs nicely pointed then tapped the makeshift stake against her palm prepared to stake more vampire mother fuckers. It was obviously that there was probably no hiding since it seemed those nasty things could sniff her out no matter where she attempted to hide.
The chaos outside continued but somewhat dwindled as it was obvious the vampire takeover was playing out successful. The population was being consumed by the vampire army. Mortals still ran about trying to uselessly run from the speed demons. Amongst that chaos the weighing presence of the creator of that chaos moved toward the starting point, the high school. His black eyes proudly watched his creations racing down screaming mortal pedestrians. Victory was his to claim; Charley Brewster failed and was subdued by the tasty girlfriend Amy and soon that punk assed kid would be joining the takeover. Peter Vincent remained on his back covered in his own blood and riddled with puncture wounds. There was nothing more rewarding than watching his nasty minions doing his bidding; they did what they were created to do which was continuing the spread of the vampire plague and soon the entire town would be made into his vision then would overflow out onto the many Vegas strips. Bit by bit he would succeed and spread the disease throughout then he would have complete control and take his rightful place as ruler of his ideal race. Many mortals would be spared the plague just to become food for the immortals. Boy was Jerry Dandridge happy; showed across that gorgeous smirk across his lips and beamed within his hellishly black eyes.
He continued moving along the high school parking lot; occasionally snatching a runaway mortal and ripping ruthlessly into their tasty throats then littered them like an emptied Styrofoam cup. The screams were music to his ears. The splatters of blood and strewn bodies were morbid heavenly visions before his black eyes. All his lovely creatures snarled and devoured innocent souls to just bring those souls under his control. His eyes widely focused on the entrance of the high school. He suddenly froze; his head cocked to the side upon having the sense of the death of one his minions followed by another. Oh, how interesting, someone was actually fighting back and he knew it was happening beyond those doors. Well, it was unexpected but definitely intriguing; not that he truly gave a rats ass how many of his minions died in order to achieve his evil goal of complete domination. Yet, there was just something entertaining about the idea of someone actually being successful in killing a few since dumb asses Charley and Peter failed. What mortal could be that successful when two weren't? Was it an adult; a teacher perhaps? He imagined a tall brute wielding a stake or some type of makeshift vampire slaying weapon. Hm, a challenger; he joyfully thought.
Well, the vampire warlord was totally off. Wielding a makeshift stake made from that chair leg was petite little Alice; a mere five feet and a whopping hundred and ten pounds. She was making her way through those corridors staking what vampire managed to get in her way. All those years of pent up teenage rage assisted in her nonstop staking and on occasion being so damned petite she would kick male attackers in the balls which assisted in her aim. All those high school years of harassment and bullying fueled her determination to get the hell out of hell and all her aggression taken out on each and every vampire attacker shoving that stake as deep as possible through their dead hearts. She moved down the long stretch of corridor with her bloodied wooden weapon tightly gripped in her bloodied hand. Her pastel pink dress splattered repeatedly by vampire blood; now it was pink with a crap load of ink blot fashioned blood stains. The screams throughout the high school had practically waned down to a minimum but those nasty distorted monsters that once were locals would come charging into the hallway, with all her years of teenage misery, she took those bastards down one by one. Her bloodied bare feet continued forward along the smoothly waxed corridor floor with her own slaughter trailing behind her.
She found her way back to the gym where the dance music continued to play unhindered by the massacre that obviously had taken place. The doors to the gym were closed, the flashing disco lighting seen through the glass which was splattered and streaked with blood. She shoved her hand into her pushup bra enhanced cleavage and pulled out the last and second hidden Camel Crush cigarette then reached back between her breasts pulling out a miniature lighter. Using one hand she lit the cigarette while keeping a tight hold of the blood soaked stake. She took a deep inhale; her pretty featured face speckled and sprayed with blood. Her lips puckered around the cigarette filter while smoke streamed from her nostrils. She wasn't sure what was truly on the other side of those doors but knew across that gymnasium was the only exit outta that chaotic explosion of vampire hell. She took a few more drags of that final cigarette brewing up the nerve to take another header into the unknown. What types of remnants were left of her so called peers? Would she discover a group of party going vampires using her peers as party favors? Hell, would there be some type of dance number going on while vampire feet stomped on bloodied remains? She didn't know and was about to find out.
She pulled the cigarette from her lips after a long inhale then tossed it aside. With a long exhale she reached grabbing the handle of one of the double doors. It was now or never; salvation was somewhere to be found through those damned doors and she had to fight her ass off to reach it! Her hand tightly fisted that stake while the other gripped the handle and slowly twisted it then jerked it wide open slamming herself against it keeping it open. She stood there peering into the shadowy gymnasium given minimal light by the speedily flashing multicolored lights. There was no sign of bodily movements. The music blared loudly possibly drowning out any vocal indication of lurking vampire scum. She scooted forward keeping her back against the door; her eyes desperately looking for any unsettling signs. As her eyes focused more she started to make out the figures sprawled and scattered about the gymnasium floor; poor bastards, she thought. Here goes nothing; she told herself. She slipped from the door allowing it to slowly close behind her then she pressed back against it. Her eyes steadily moved side to side scanning through the chaotic lights.
Okay, no dancing freaks just bodies left everywhere. She took a deep breath and kicked her own ass into gear. Cautiously she began a straight line across the floor feeling the stickiness of blood squishing between her toes. Not wanting to stray from the straight forward trek, she carefully stepped over body after body. Her eyes kept close watch through her peripheral vision; no movement. Keeping her feet steadily but cautiously stepping forward and over somewhat formal dressed bodies. She neared the center of the gym; half way there. Her foot lifted over another body but that body suddenly twitched and jerked which forced her to quickly draw her foot back. She squinted through the annoying flashing lights and looked down; Coach Carlson was the twitchy body lying before her, the damned football coach. She caught quick flashes of the massive wound at the side of his neck while his body continued to jerk and twitch in the manner of a convulsion. "Ah, shit," she mumbled under her breath realizing that this wasn't just a feeding frenzy; the poor bastards were being turned into what their attackers were. Not keen on standing there waiting for a vampire version of Coach Carlson; she quickly made a leap over the transforming chaperone.
Well, not looking good; other bodies began to go into fits of twitches and jerks which prompted her to get a bit speedier. Now she understood why the attacking vampires weren't around; they did their deed and decided to head out to do the same to the entire damned town. She leapt and leapt over jerky body after another. One damned stake wasn't enough to fend off a whole shitload of newly born vampires. She saw the exit and kept her eyes focused on it instead of the changes happening scattered over the floor. Now, surely she didn't know what was going on outside but damn well had to give it a shot. The door was in reach and that's what she did but damn it all, suddenly that entire gymnasium went dark, the flashing lights abruptly went out and the music came to a halt. Her eyes were wide as she stood frozen with her hand still reached out in front of her. She could hear the ghastly sounds of all those transforming teens and teachers and other chaperones. She swallowed down the knot in her throat. "Not good," she practically lipped but she wasn't giving up. She grabbed the door handle, twisted and shoved herself against the door sending it swinging outward from the gymnasium. She spun and slid on her blood slicked feet pushing the door closed.
For a moment she took a breather; almost was stuck in the middle of some screwy giant vampire incubator. She wiped her hand across her forehead smearing the blood speckles. Well, her breather was abruptly put to an end the moment one of those damned things came screeching like a bat out of hell; pun intended. She pushed back from the door and spun facing the charging bloodsucker. She gripped that stake and, to hell with it, she charged forward screaming just as loud as the vampire screeched. Her arm swung back meeting that vampire; well damn it was the local pot head that went missing a week ago. She slid on her slicked feet then with a swift kick forward her chin struck the tattered denim covered groin of the vampire version of stoner Zach Mulligan. Once he balled over grabbing his groin she made a swift uppercut swing with the stake ramming it directly into the dude's chest and half expected a stream of pot smoke to come pouring out. "Sorry, Zach," she strained pushing the stake deeper, "Nothing personal, man." She felt him weigh down against the impaled stake; the teen outweighed her by practically double from all those pot induced munchies. She struggled trying to hold him; his knees buckled and so did hers. "Fuck," she grumbled the moment both their knees hit the floor, "Damn it you're heavy." She had no choice but to release her grip of the stake allowing it to be driven deeper with the use of the floor.
She sat on her rear trying to figure out what to do now that her stake was permanently stuck in Zach. The gymnasium was slowly coming to an undead life. Her stake was no longer available for use. She didn't even have another cigarette. "Well, not what I expected." She heard a voice come from behind her perhaps ten or more feet in distance. Too close for her. She had this sense that looking to the source of this manly voice wouldn't be too wise. So, keeping her eyes forward, she slowly rose up onto her feet and prepared to run the opposite direction the voice came from. "You're so small." She heard that voice comment. Small; sometimes big things come in small packages. "You're what," the voice sounded closer; "you can't be even five feet? You're just short and tiny. You can't possibly be the one who killed them." Oh, she was the one. She really hated people or anything pointing out the fact she was short. Damn it, she was five feet on the damned dot and wasn't going to be referred to as any shorter than that. Those years of being called shorty, short stuff, midget, dwarf, and all the other adjectives to describe her stature came boiling to the surface. Her lips pressed together and eyes narrowed. Frustrated she was gonna put this guy straight. She slowly turned around, her body first then her head followed. "I am five feet, fucker!" she grumbled loudly aiming her glaring hazel eyes at the very source of the death and chaos, "And I staked every one of those other fuckers."
Jerry Dandridge looked almost flabbergasted that this short little thing covered head to toe in blood was the single soul who caused the sensed deaths of several minions including the one lying staked behind her. Yes, he just watched the petite and brooding teenager bring down the heavy weight, in comparison to her, with a kick in the balls and a stake to the chest. That he didn't expect; she he definitely didn't expect. Not even Charley Brewster combined with Peter Vincent managed do the damage that little angry elf of a girl did. He shook his head; it seemed wrong but intriguing at the same time. "I'm surprised," he confessed crossing one arm over his chest while aiming his finger at the little bitty firecracker glaring at him, "That's rare and I respect that."
Wait, was she really standing there having a conversation with this obvious vampire dude? No, she wasn't. "You know what," she wanted out of there and that's all, "Respect this!" her hand darted up aiming her middle finger at him. Then she spun and hurdle jumped over staked Zach then used her short but stout legs to get the hell away from the conversational monster.
"Oh, I like her." Jerry commented with a smirk and sparkle in his vampire eyes.
Alice raced as if she had trained with the track team; down the lengthy corridor knowing that her only way out had unfortunately been blocked by the weirdo vampire. She slid on her bare feet across the smooth floor and slammed against a set of glass doors; locked as normal after school hours. "Bitch," she grumbled then darted to her left racing anywhere she could. Every damned exit besides the front main doors were going to be locked which meant she was running around like a rat trapped in a maze full of dead ends. Perhaps if she kept on running and running it would all go away. Down that corridor she ran, her bare and bloody feet slapping loudly against the smooth floor. Every corridor was dark with except for the flickering florescent lights that lit the center within other branching off corridors. She reached the end of that corridor and just as she slapped her foot at the edge of that lighting the damned boogieman came popping out from one of the dark entrance of a junction corridor. She belted out a scream and literally jumped a few feet to the right which sent her running down another dark corridor. There was a sense that the fucker was playing a game of 'boo'. She decided right then and there this sinister stranger was possibly the real culprit who opened a can of serious whoop ass on her home town.
Well, another damned end was coming and there was only two ways to go, right or left. Her heart was pounding as she raced towards that uncertain end. And son of a bitch that looker of a boogieman came leaping out from the left literally shouting 'boo' which again caused her to scream followed by a loud, "Fuck!" and forced her to take the only other directional option; the right. She had no idea where the hell she was; all those damned turns had her lost in a high school hell. She felt screwed; there was no looming light anywhere in that damned dark and creepy corridor which started to make her feel hopeless. Her eyes went wide because in that dark creepiness a more sinister darkness developed forming into the obvious human shape. She hit the brakes but her bare feet slid against the damned polished floor which quickly sent her falling sideways doing a damned good impersonation of a baseball player sliding into base. With a painful thud she landed sideways and promptly rolled onto her stomach in a bit of daze. That hurt more than she thought. "Okay," she heard that damned voice, "I have to see this for myself." Her eyes were wide trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about.
Before she could even attempt to get onto her feet, her upper arm was snatched and she found herself being dragged back down the corridor. Her arm was pulled higher and she stumbled trying to get her bearing and on her feet. She managed to somewhat get onto her feet while being jerked around the corner heading, she didn't know. "I'm still having a hard time believing that you," she heard him say then fumbled a bit to look up at him just as he glanced down at her, "such an itty bitty thing, took out any of my soldiers." What the vampire guy was talking about was loud and clear. He surely had a hard time believing the shortest chick in the junior class had slain some of his vampires. Great, now she was being dragged to the scene of her crimes. Her eyes rolled then she was jerked around another corner. She desperately had a desire to kick him in the shin; that's one good thing about being a shorty; shins are at the right level, balls too. She practically got annoyed being pulled, jerked, and dragged like some baby doll dangling from a toddlers careless grip; felt as if her damned shoulder was going to pop out of its socket. Oh then she saw poor Zach and knew where the creep was headed. Yep, he went straight for the gymnasium door and jerked the door almost off its hinges.
She didn't really want to go back the way she came; her feet desperately tried to push her back while he roughly jerked her forward. "You need to stop," she listened to him say while she continued with an attempt to pull from his grip while he stepped over severely convulsing bodies and her tripping over them, "It's useless, pixie dust." She frowned at his name calling. Her feet slid slickly against the blood pooled floor and continued to trip over body after body; a loud groan would sound after her feet thumped and dragged over each one. At the next set of doors he kicked the damned thing in effortlessly then, again, jerked her with him.
He moved down the corridor, went to an abrupt halt upon reaching the first of several slain minions. "Well, damn," he commented still holding Alice up by the arm while she continued to tug and pull, "You did all this." He looked down the corridor stretch seeing a few other destroyed minions. He turned his head and looked down at her. "How in the hell did you manage that?" he asked with pure surprise in his black eyes, "I expected a grown man not a little morsel like you."
Alice abruptly stopped her useless attempt to pull free upon the vampire calling her a morsel. Her eyes narrowed while looking up at him. "Asshole!" she snapped then swung her leg kicking him in the shin.
"Ow," he meagerly responded not really affected by her lame kick, "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" He reached his hand and pinched her cheek, "A little spitfire."
Alice grumbled and smacked his hand from her face. Her lips pursed together feeling that fiery pent of rage and hate for her shortness always being thought cute, adorable, and every other cutesy adjective. She wasn't a damned ten year old! She was seventeen and had the breasts to prove it!
"I really think I could have some serious fun with a little thing like you." He wrinkled his nose at her as if she were a mere child and loved the fiery glare she was giving him. He faced her full on and lifted her arm a bit higher; enjoyed taunting her with her physical ailment of being short. He looked down at her blood stained feet finding it humorous how she was on her tiptoes, "That's just too damned cute." He shifted his eyes back to her fuming facial expression, "Oh, is the cute wittle girly getting angry?" he asked with a pout mocking her.
That was the last straw! Alice swiftly swung her short leg forward and up striking the taunting vampire in his vampire balls. Her arm was quickly released and his eyes went large in shock from the pain that she, a little pint sized seventeen years old, inflicted on his precious vampire man parts. "Yeah, I'm fucking short!" she snapped at him, "Short enough to kick you square in your nuts!" She darted away leaping over the bodies she helped place on the floor. She turned her head looking over at her shoulder as he growled loudly and moved out of his strained stance. She giggled but that moment of entertaining herself with his agony distracted her. Her foot caught on the body she had attempted to jump over and forward she tripped landing face down in a gooey mess of vampire blood she helped spill. Immediately she attempted to scramble but the blood was thick and slimy preventing her from getting any leverage with her hands or feet. She managed to flip herself though her legs slid through the mess. He was coming straight for her; obviously not happy about being kicked in his vampire nut-sack. She tried to scoot backwards but her rear insistently slid forward across the mess instead of back. It hit her, her time was up! Yep, she was about to find herself dead or becoming one of his so called soldiers.
"That was your only shot, short shit!" He growled then reached down snatching Alice by the front of her blood soaked bodice and effortlessly jerked her up dangling her off the floor. He pulled her forward holding her at eye level. "Yeah, you surprised me twice tonight," he grinned evilly at her; "The second time wasn't as pleasant as the first and hurt like hell!" He watched her smile in response to his confession including a soft snicker, "You're smiling right now, little bit, but when I'm through with you…well, we'll just see who's smiling when I'm through with you, shall we?" He lowered enough that her blood dripping tiptoes grazed the floor. "I'm taking you home." He made his final comment then tossed the blood drenched teen; she slammed back into the near brick wall. He watched her drop to the floor unconscious; his eyes lifted followed by an amused chuckle; her bloody body print against the brick wall.