Fright Night 1985

Twisted Fate

Chapter One

by

~GaGa4FrightNight~

~Vendehla~

Charley Brewster was excited to be home at last. Yes, he was truly home. He finally returned to the good old year of 1985. It was surreal having went through what he had. The time that passed seemed like two different nightmares that melted together in a huge puddle of time and space. One moment he defeated one evil then the next he defeated another which in turn prevented the first evil from entering his life. Yet, he remembered every damned detail which instilled a type of caution inside him that would forever be there.

Upon being woken by that sight for sore eyes Evil Ed Thompson, he realized that he wasn't delivered directly where the first nightmare had ended but before it happened. The first thing he did, after he stripped off those godawful 16th century clothes which Ed thought were borrowed from the high school drama club, he showered to scrub away the remnants of history. Apparently they didn't bathe often in the 16th century which he thought disgusting.

When he finished with his shower, the next thing he did was check the date. His eyes stared at the calender with a frown. It was a day or so after the evening he was supposed to have watched the new neighbors lower that mahogany and brass fixture decorated coffin into the 99 Oak's basement. Well, of course he remembered having witnessed that event but that was prior to hisreally weird and unbelievable time in the past. But, knowing what he managed to prevent, that incident with the binoculars and coffin never happened.

He immediately threw himself back into a normal life. It was Monday, he and Ed arrived for a day of high school. He was anxious to see Amy, felt as if it had been nearly four centuries since he last seen her. It was wonderful knowing she would never fall victim to a vampire since that vampire had been prevented from existing.

As predicted, as known, he failed that pop quiz in Trig class. Hell, he didn't care. This time he literally meant it when he wished the teacher a good day and stepped out with a smile on his face. He crumpled the failed quiz and shoved in his jacket pocket. He stood there, waited for Ed to quit brown nosing the teacher and enjoyed the fall day filled with sunlight. His eyes loved the visual of modern life, no seclusion in the middle of nowhere on a sprawling English estate. Damn, he thought, he loved the 20th century.

His eyes caught glimpse of Amy. His lips spread in a huge smile, she was a beautiful sight to see. He watched her head his direction but his smile slowly diminished, recognized that unhappy expression over her face. She was mad at him, he told himself in thought, which was exactly as happened before. The closer she came, the more anger he saw etched over her pretty face. "Ah, shit." he groaned.

Ed stepped beside Charley, saw the approaching upset girlfriend headed their direction.

"Amy," Charley spoke up as she neared him then his eyes followed as she stormed right passed with her nose in the air and gave him no notice. "Ah, hell," he grumbled as he watched his beloved girlfriend continue her march of silent treatment.

"Brewster," Ed spoke up, having watched his best friend's girlfriend completely blow Charley off, "What did ya do this time?"

Charley huffed and decided, maybe Amy was pissed about his effort to get her into bed, again. That had to be it. He nodded then looked to the widely grinning face of Ed's. "Let's get to Lit." he simply caved to high school life.

Charley and Ed piled into the Literature classroom, Ed sat directly behind Charley.

The room was filled with a bunch of chattering voices. Charley heard the latest news that they were going to have substitute Lit teacher because their regular teacher was sent off on maternity leave. He slouched in his seat, his eyes stared blankly at the scribbles that covered the jacket of his Lit textbook. Was it truly going to be easy to simply forget all the horrible things he witnessed? Could he simply set aside the fact he knew for certain vampires existed? It seemed so complicated, so unreal. He saw things that, now, no one in their right mind would believe.

The classroom abruptly silenced upon the door closing. The sound of heels tapped against the dull waxed floor. A few whispers from students were heard here and there.

Ed lifted up off his seat and leaned forward towards Charley then whispered, "Brewster, get a load of the sub."

Charley somewhat rolled his eyes then looked forward to the chalkboard just beyond the teacher's desk. His eyes frowned as they looked to a woman's backside, obviously the substitute teacher. He watched the woman begin to boldly scribe her name onto the blackboard in beautiful penmanship, Ms. Bellamy.

"Brewster," Ed whispered, "She's hot."

Charley slowly nodded as he sat their staring forward then his eyes grew wider the moment the substitute turned around. Slowly he sunk further in his seat. What the hell was he seeing? More like, who the hell was he seeing?

The substitute teacher slowly turned around, the first thing noticed was the bright and cheery smile. Large hazel eyes scanned the many faces of the Junior Lit class. Then a sweet English accented voice sang passed that unhindered smile, "Good morning, everyone."

"No way," Charley mumbled. Before his wide eyes he watched Ms. Bellamy step around the metal desk then lean back.

"Greetings everyone, I'm Ms. Bellamy." Ms. Bellamy continued her sweet song, "And I'll be substituting for Mrs. Allan until she returns from her maternity leave."

Charley's head slowly shook side to side. She couldn't be, it was impossible.

"And we shall continue with Sir William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliette as Mrs. Allan instructed." Ms. Bellamy chimed, her smile bright as the expression in her eyes, "I took it upon myself to bring with me readers which I encourage all of you take home with you and enjoy." She stepped away from the desk and retrieved the large stack of Shakespeare readers.

Charley swallowed back the thick lump in his throat. He started to feel somewhat nauseous, a sour churning started in his gut. It couldn't be. Maybe it was a similar situation like Amy having looked identical to that portrait, he hoped. Yeah, he nodded, had to be. It was apparent she didn't recognize him so she couldn't be who she looked like.

"Shakespeare is one of the most influential poetic story tellers of his time and today." Ms. Bellamy explained as she placed a stack of readers on the first front desk, "His plays are more recognized than any others throughout literary history and I particularly love all his works."

Damn, Charley thought, she even had an English accent. He shook his head in denial. No way in hell, that's not her, he screamed in thought at himself. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and counted to ten.

One, she's back in the 16th century. Two, Dandridge was saved from being a vampire because they killed Yolanda. Three, she's just a lookalike, like Amy was with the chick in the portrait. Four, she's obviously not a vampire because she's walking in daylight. Five, Dandridge likely lived happily ever after, got married to her, and popped out a dozen kids. Six, if Yolanda died, which he saw happen, then there's no way none of them became vampires especially her. Seven, it's proven others could look remarkably like others. Eight, everything was going to fine. Nine, he stopped the current nightmare from happening when Yolanda was destroyed. Ten, there's no way in hell that Ms. Bellamy was Thea.

His eyes snapped open just as some readers were handed back to him. He shakily took the stack from the fellow student in front of him. He mechanically took a reader then handed the rest behind him to Ed. His eyes looked to who looked just like Thea, the supposed love of Jerry Dandridge's life. She had the same thick and wavy chestnut brown hair that nearly hung passed the middle of her back with the crown pinned back and loose ringlets framed against the sides of her identical face. The eyes too were the same and vibrant with a gleam of sweetness. Everything was the same except for the clothing, definitely a mature woman's 80s fashion.

He shook his head and blinked. There was no way that he looked at Thea. When he arrived back in time he was well aware of everything he had previously gone through. The woman at the front of the class seemed oblivious, as if she had lived all her life in the 20th century so she couldn't be Thea. He again shook his head to clear his thoughts. "No," he whispered and opened to the first page of the reader. He convinced himself, it was a damned coincidence that upon his return to where he belonged that there just happened to be a woman who looked just like Thea. Yeah, he nodded, just a coincidence, nothing more.

Charley spent the entire Lit class constantly convincing himself of the unlikeliness that Ms. Bellamy was Thea. He wished he had paid more attention, never knew or even asked what the twins last name was. By the end of class, hadn't really paid attention to the reading of Romeo and Juliette, he hurried out the classroom as quickly as possible.

He spent the rest of the day truly and desperately trying to set aside that disturbing coincidence in the form of an 80s version of Thea. He barely thought of his situation with Amy or had he feared the reason they were in the midst of a fight? Did he want to even question why she was angry with him? Could her reason be that he got oddly distracted by spying something strange next door? He knew what he originally saw but that should've changed because of the past being changed.

He drove home in his Mustang and spotted a vehicle parked out from of his house. He pulled into the driveway. He recognized the car, right then he shouldn't because he knew he wouldn't have seen that car not until later. The car was that of Fright Night horror host Peter Vincent's.

His eyes stared at the silver four door through the window of his Mustang. What was happening? Something definitely didn't feel right and he was terrified to find out why.

He forced himself out the car. His eyes remained focused on the car at the curb. He stepped near the walkway, stared at the car. Then something yellow caught his attention. He painfully swallowed another building lump. His eyes reluctantly followed a yellow taxi cab which pulled to the curb just in front of Peter Vincent's car. His body begun to tremble the moment the back door of the cab pushed open. His eyes widened, watched that stunning blonde dressed in blue silk rise up from the cab's backseat.

"No," Charley groaned as his wide eyes watched the blonde step onto the sidewalk, the cab drove off.

"Oh," the blonde spoke up with a large smile, "Hello."

Charley couldn't speak, speechless by the reality that perhaps the nightmare was never stopped from happening.

The blonde stepped up to the young man oddly staring at her. "Um," she spoke up, "Is this 99 Oak?"

"Ah," Charley mumbled. What should he do? Should he tell her to leave because he had the horrible knowledge that she would be seen on the television the following day labeled a murder victim?

The blonde curiously eyed the young man. "Hello?" she asked, "Is this 99 Oak?"

Charley tried to muster the words out of his mouth.

"No." a voice called out.

The blonde's head turned and looked to the more run down house next door to the one the teenaged boy stood in front of. "Oh, hello!" she sang and shifted on her golden heels.

Charley's body trembled, slowly his head turned and wide eyes looked down the sidewalk the woman strutted. His body stiffly shifted and there on the porch of the infamous 99 Oak was who he knew was Billy Cole. His stomach twisted into knots, felt another bout of nausea that he felt earlier in Lit class.

Billy Cole smirked, looked directly at Charley. "No," he spoke to the approaching woman but didn't relinquish eye contact with Charley, "This is 99 Oak."

Charley forced himself, nearly had to jerk his body just to break that powerful eye lock with Billy Cole. He somewhat gagged, felt the knot in his gut tense. His slightly hunched with his arm braced against his stomach. He heard the sound of the woman step onto the rickety neighboring porch and Billy Cole's voice greet her. Why didn't he tell her to stop? Why couldn't he just speak up and tell her she was going to die?

He spun and stumbled onto the walkway. He reached the small porch then wretched into the flower bushes. Over and over he gagged and wretched until his stomach was empty but the knot was still there and tight. He rose up from the hunched position. "It didn't work." he heavily breathed, his heart pounded fiercely in his chest, "Oh, God, how did it not work?"

"Charley," Judy Brewster's voice spoke up from the doorway.

Charley startled and looked to the sweet face of his mother's. "Mom," he gasped.

"Honey, are you alright?" Judy questioned, her son looked horribly pale and ill, "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"Mom," he again gasped.

"Charley, that horror host Peter Vincent is here to see you." Judy announced, saw her son's trembling, "Honey, are you sick? You don't look too good."

Charley nodded then shakily stated, "Ah, yeah, I'm alright." he stepped up onto the porch, "I just kinda felt a bit sick, something I ate at school."

Judy shook her head then pressed her hand against Charley's forehead and commented, "You feel sort of clammy."

Charley nodded in agreement then said, "It's okay, Mom, I'll be alright."

"Honey, come inside," Judy stepped back into the house, "Come in and sit down and I'll get you glass of water."

Charley continued to nod as he stepped into the house. He slightly staggered and made his way to the living room just off the foray. Once in the living room door he discovered Peter Vincent seated on the sofa.

Peter Vincent quickly rose up upon seeing the young man. "Charley Brewster, I presume." he sang with his English accent and marched up the young man, "Peter Vincent."

Charley nodded, "Yeah, hi." he was so damned confused and beyond horrified.

"Charley sit down." Judy encouraged her son then led him towards the sofa, "Mr. Vincent, I'm so sorry but Charley's not feeling well."

"Oh, that's perfectly alright, Mrs. Brewster." Peter sang then stepped up to the now seated Charley, "I just came here to deliver this." he reached out to Charley a very old looking parchment with an actual wax seal.

Charley's eyes blinked then focused on the aged and yellowed parchment. He shakily and numbly lifted his hand and took the parchment.

"It is odd," Peter spoke up, "I've had this in my possession since my Father passed and was firmly instructed to wait until this day to deliver this to you."

Charley continued to nod then politely said, "Thank you, Mr. Vincent."

Peter frowned, found it peculiar that an obviously old letter of some kind was passed down through generations of his family and instructed to be delivered to a young man in 1985. "I'm at a loss," he confessed with a shake of his head, "But," he eyed the trembling young man, "After you've opened it and read it, would you mind perhaps that I could have a gander?"

Charley nodded and finally looked up at the aging horror host. He swallowed, his mouth dry and horrible tasting. "Um, sure." he breathed, saw the familiar features the man shared with who was Aiden McHoolihee, Peter's ancestor, "Yeah, no problem, Mr. Vincent, and it's, well, great to meet you."

Peter cheerfully laughed then pat the young man's shoulder, "Of course," he almost smugly stated, "And a pleasure to meet the young man that letter was strangely addressed to." he again frowned, "This is so peculiar. Almost like one of my films, hmm?" He laughed.

"Yeah," Charley awkwardly grinned, "One of your movies."

Judy reentered the living room and handed Charley a glass of tap water then looked to the actor. "Mr. Vincent, can I interest you in a drink?" she kindly asked.

"Oh, no thank you, Mrs. Brewster." Peter smiled, "For I must get back to the studio."

"Oh, well, okay, Mr. Vincent." Judy nodded, "I'll show you out."

"Very well," Peter nodded in agreement then looked down at Charley, "Don't forget now, young man, I would greatly appreciate reading what you've been given." He again laughed then followed Judy's lead to the front door.

Charley's eyes shifted and looked to the faded and yellowed letter in his shaky grasp. He feared what that letter might reveal. He pushed himself up off the sofa. He quickly consumed the entire glass of water but it didn't relinquish the dryness in his mouth. He set the glass down then head for the stairs just as Judy closed the door.

"Charley, honey, what about dinner?" Judy asked.

He paused just as he stepped onto the stairs. He looked to his mom then explained, "Mom, I'll eat later, I need to lay down."

"Hmm, well that's a good idea since you're not feeling well." she agreed then stepped up to her son and patted his hand gripping the banister, "I'll put your dinner in the oven for later, okay."

He nodded, "Okay, Mom, sounds good and thanks." He literally pulled himself up the stairs.

He stumbled through his bedroom door and staggered towards the bed. Near the foot of his bed he pried and broke the red wax seal. He turned and sat down on the bed then carefully and fearfully unfolded the thick but seemingly brittle parchment paper. His eyes looked to the greeting.

Dearest Charley Brewster,

My dear lad, I am hopeful this letter reaches you in your proper year. I do hope and pray that what you are about to read shall assist you in the likely trials about to come into your life. But where shall I begin? So much transpired upon your hopeful return to your home and time. Such woes and troubles had occurred. These words be written in heavy hand, young Charley. I wish to be bearer of joyous news but no such news be available for, sadly, there be no joy upon your departure from our lives. Yet, there be of some good news for upon writing this, Tayte and I had been wed and be expecting our first child in a few months time. But that be all the joyous news I can share.

The morning of your return home, yes, Lady Yolanda had been destroy and Lord Dandridge had been saved from a cursed existence because of you, Charley. Yet, that morning also begun more tragedy than thought or expected.

My boy, be it not only you who vanished from the Lord's chamber that morning. I dread these words but they must be written and known to you for your protection in your rightful life.

Charley, dear sweet Thea, my beloved wife's twin sister and the Lord's very love also vanished. I suspect she had not done as you said. I believe she looked upon Lady Yolanda's death that very moment you had and so, when you vanished, so had Thea. And, aye, we searched and searched for Thea. Lord Dandridge searched for days and nights without success. I predict that Lady Yolanda's final threat might have come to be, she cursed the Lord with further misery and misery be what was had for him.

Lord Dandridge demanded that I speak of everything you had confided in me. I did not deny Lord's request which I now regret having done so. Immediately after your tale be told to the Lord was the moment darkness again blanketed over the grand estate. The Lord left the estate with Lady Regine, who mourned fiercely the death of her husband, at his side. Where they had gone, I know not but with them went Lady Yolanda's Hungarian scripted journal.

Both the Lord and Lady were gone for many a month. During their absence I begun to court Tayte. Tayte and I made plans to wed upon the return of the Lord and Lady. My beloved Tayte desperately desired to relinquish her employment of the Dandridge household. We made diligent plans to leave Whitehall township, to go further towards London which we currently have succeeded in doing so. But, as I said, we vowed to wait until the brother and sister's return. There return came and that be when the darkness completely stole the life of that once blessed estate.

Lord Dandridge and Lady Regine returned one nightfall with two mysterious servants and in an instant Tayte read and feared the differences. Every member of the household staff became weary of their Lord and Lady. But the truth of their natures begun to be tragically unveiled by the death that followed. It seemed one by one the poor staff begun to vanish or be found drained of life and beheaded.

The life of that estate slowly diminished. Tayte's fearfulness grew upon one evening when she reluctantly came face to face with the changed Lord Dandridge. Many of the staff now gone, she knew it be time finally announced our engagement and her desire to leave the estate. That evening she came to me in my humble dwelling and she be in tears.

As you may have noticed during your time here, Tayte be a very willful and strong woman and much be needed to break her. She had broke that evening. She witnessed truly the depth of the Lord's desperation in finding his beloved Thea. Before her eyes he had taken the life of a mere bar wench and she was confronted by the Lord. He instilled a deep fear inside my poor Tayte more so than Lady Yolanda.

The Lord, upon confrontation, confessed what had been done, what he and his sister had sought for all those many months. No, they had not searched for the Darkness that had transformed Lady Yolanda but a secondary source which had been created by the Darkness. Lord Dandridge already gained the knowledge from his moment as an immortal that if one was not embraced directly by the Darkness that the entirety of that person's heart and soul would not be taken.

Aye, both Lord Dandridge and Lady Regine willingly sacrificed their souls to gain immortality. And, so, Charley, it be my displeasure to tell you that your monster had still been made. And, if it had not been the fact Tayte be identical to Thea, I would not know this to give you warning. Lord Dandridge spared Tayte because of her appearance, that I am thankful.

Lord Dandridge's plan shall span through the centuries and would expand into yours. Heed this warning, my dear friend, for your nightmare shall remain as written. The Lord's suspicion be that his Thea was taken from him because of you. When you departed our century to return to yours, it be possible that Thea had been taken there also. His purpose be to find you but also to find his Thea. I cannot predict what shall happen throughout those many centuries between now and then. But I be fearful the monster he truly had developed into being without Thea for so long.

Please, I beg of you, do as you must to survive, Charley. You survived twice the nightmare but now there be a third. Perhaps, my boy, there might be a chance you shall come across Thea. I do pray she had arrived there with you and was not trapped in some other horrendous time or space. Lord Dandridge be searching for her, Charley, and if it be possible for you to find her then perhaps your life be spared.

I shall continue to pray for you, young Charley Brewster. I shall pray each night for your safety. And I shall pray that your nightmare shall end swiftly without the chaos you originally suffered. Both Tayte and I pray for Tayte as well, wherever she might be. And, aye, we do pray for the Lord and Lady that perhaps the Lord in Heaven shall be lenient because their sins be committed because of tragedy and heart breaking loss.

A pleasure it had been to know you, Charley. Please take heed and be cautious with your life. Again, do as needed to survive for you be a very strong lad.

Sincerely,

Dr. Aiden Peter McHoolihee

Charley felt extremely light headed after having read the letter. His eyes fluttered then rolled. Suddenly he dropped back against his bed, passed out and driven unconscious by the reality that he was to again come face to face with his monster, the vampire Jerry Dandridge.

(Author)

Alrighty, folks! Here is the continuance of Twist of Fate, properly named Twisted Fate. Did ya seriously think I was gonna have all that end happily ever after style? Bullshit.. that's not how I roll! So, what's up, ya thinking or have ya figured it out? Ain't it obvious? So, ya ready to take this whole other twisted ride? Better be, cause here we go!

FRIGHT NIGHT FOREVA