Fright Night Revisited
The Dandridge's and the Brewster's would continue this battle… until the Dandridge's, vampires of old, avenged the deaths of the ancients gone before them. Sasha Dandridge's grandfather Jerry Dandridge's blood coursed through his veins. His perfect but dangerously old temples pounded with a feverish excitement of finally ending this thing once and for all.
Hard to imagine that his Aunt Gina and grandfather were bested by the High School boy Charley Brewster and later the same boy once he reached college. Sure grandfather destroyed a few of his friends… the one called Eddie and later in college Richie Green or something. Charley did have some help from and old guy named Mr. Peter Vincent who portrayed a Vampire killer on a television. It would be laughable if it hadn't been true. Where did they go wrong, the beautiful ancients?
Sasha had also heard that his grandfather had been smitten by a young girl, Charley Brewster's girlfriend, who resembled a woman he'd loved long ago. That would not happen to him. He'd stick to his own kind. Women who could turn into bats, rats or cats in the blink of and eye. Women who would hold on to their beauty forever… unless of course he turned them, now that was a possibility.
However, from what he'd seen, these love affairs with mortal women never paned out. He wouldn't end up like the rest of his retched family. Tomorrow he'd enter high school as a sophomore. Two thousand year old Sasha stared at his gorgeously handsome face in the mirror turning it to and fro.
Memories from when he was only sixteen pushed their way up through his cerebral cortex. He still remembered the incident, but it no longer made him melancholy. At times he grew tired; tired of having to kill to stay alive. He wished he could order some food from a restaurant as the mortals did; Chinese, Italian, and French cuisine, but he'd pass on Mexican, it gave him heartburn. Even in this undead body, some things still possessed the ability to hurt him. Like the sun, and most notably, the Son of God. However, at times he thought even death would be better than excruciating gastro intestinal bubbles. Nothing worse than a vampire with gas, he chuckled a little.
Sasha examined his teeth. Through the centuries the Dandridge's teeth had become incredibly sharp. So sharp that when not in use Sasha had to cap them. Other vampires knew of the excessive lethalness of his families bicuspids.
He'd only been in the country for one month now. On television he watched the vampire movies; it seemed as if the mortals' fascination with the undead was unparallel to anything else on the screen. Most popular was this Twilight movie where the vampires actually sparkled. Sparkled! Was this some joke? Lucky said no, women and girls swooned over Edward and… what was the others name? Wait, he was a werewolf, wasn't he?
Well, get ready girls of Winnogo High. He was better looking than that Edward times fifty. He stood six feet tall and weighed about 155lbs. His blue-green eyes melted the old as well as the young mortal women. And yes, women had envied his chocolate mane which fell slightly below his shoulder blades since the beginning, the living as well as the undead. Charley Brewster's granddaughters also attended Winnogo High; identical twin sisters along with their younger brother. They were in for a treat, but in the end the three would be his.
Angela and Angel marched into the school gym both angry enough to tear their brother from limb to limb. Once again Angelo had gotten away with pulling one of his ridiculous pranks. This time he'd some how put dye in their tooth paste. The two girls, now juniors, sported lime green teeth. Angelo was on the basket ball team; he'd made the varsity team, a great feat since he was only a freshman.
The coach had to pull them off him as he laughed in the style of a hyena. Some of his buds and other guys laughed too. "You'll pay Angelo! We'll get you, wait and see. "You and what army," he shouted, cupping his hands together. When the girls left, Coach Banner told him if he pulled another prank on anyone he'd be penalized and have to sit out a few games. Everyone became quiet. They knew Angelo was needed if the champion ship title was to be held by them this year.
Sasha's henchwoman Lucky brought him a basket of fruit; it would have to do until his first kill. Lucky excused herself, hips swaying as she approached the kitchen window and picked off several bugs resting on the screen. She named each of them while dangling them above her blood red lips. Lucky was how old he couldn't remember, but she was breath taking… kind of reminiscent of Megan Fox and Anglie Jolie, only Asian.
The bug thing wasn't something you'd catch Megan or Anglie doing, yet to Sasha it was charming, sexy even. They were constant companions; had been for well over 1000 years. Unfortunately, even though she could pass for sixteen also, she would remain behind to keep the 200 year old Victorian in order. "Are you prepared for the day?" she asked with a knowing smile playing along the edges of her full mouth.
Sasha returned the smile, his exquisite teeth gleaming as he touched his tongue to the sharp point of his fangs. Biting into a plump peach as the juices poured down one side of his mouth, Sasha's crooked grin said everything and it pleased Lucky. She could practically read his pretty little tortured mind. She slithered over to her life companion and wiped the fragrant fluid from his generous lips, then proceeded to lick her long tapered fingers.
"You be careful," she said pointing a blood red nail in his direction. "Don't get cocky. These mortals have a certain charm and some even have a strong faith in this… this God. He is a force to be reckoned with. All I'm saying is no fancy stuff; play it by the books."
He leaned back in the ornate one hundred fifty-year-old blood red tufted chair and spoke in a chilling voice. "The three Brewster children will not live to see another precious day of birth. I, unlike my fathers before me, will not fail."
The twins got permission to go home and to remove the lime colored gunk from their nearly perfect teeth. "This has got to stop," growled Angel. "Yeah, but can you watch were you're driving? I'd rather be a putrid green leprechaun than dead, okay, sis?" said Angela, her hands gripping the dash board.
Their names appeared to be mixed up. Angel was not an Angel. If so, her wings were chopped off at birth. She'd always pulled the wool over everyone's pathetically blind eyes. She'd hear people comment on how delicate and sweet the child was. Angela would listen and shake her head. Those dopes were in for a monstrously rude awakening.
Watching her twin from the passenger side of the car, Angela thought of how different they were in appearance. No one but their brother could tell them apart. Angel's long Rapunzel-like hair touched the middle of her back. Hanging from her ears were hoops the size of a swimming pool. Angela's hair was extremely short in the back and on one side, while the other side covered her right eye and graced her cheek, diamonds shined from her delicate earlobes. She wore a lot of black liner, red lip gloss and black polish. Some said she was a witch because she wore only black clothing. She may have been dark in appearance but her sister had the dark heart.
When Angela looked at her dear sister she clearly saw a skull and cross bones. While the rest of the world visualized Little Bo Peep or something even more sugary; she knew the truth, and the truth was Angel was a devil in disguise.
"Be ready when I'm ready or I'll leave without you little sister," she ordered. Angela didn't worry she had her own car. Somehow the evil one had forgotten this simple fact.
Even though they were only five minutes apart, Angel would hiss at her about being the little sister when in actuality Angela was the more mature one.
Angela waved to 'Poison Ivy' as she squealed down the street towards school to the fiends she called friends. Their parents were in Paris on their twentieth anniversary. Three more days and they'd come waltzing in with gifts for each of them, but all Angela wanted was more of them.
"Won't you require parents to enroll you in school tomorrow Sasha," questioned Lucky as she went about removing the dusty damp sheets from all the antique furniture left behind in the mansion. "At dusk we'll venture out and pick up a couple of mortals. You attend to the male and I'll of course see to the female."
Author's Notes: This is my first time writing a fanfiction, so be gentle in your reviews. My daughter told me about this so I thought I'd give it a shot. I've always loved vampires, and I hope who ever reads this enjoys it too!
