A Remake: Fright Night 2

Chapter 2

So It Begins

~GaGa4FrightNight~

Evil leapt out from behind a row of bushes buck-naked. He crouched down trying to hide his more precious private parts then looked up the height of the four story college dormitory where Alex was living. He grinned then leapt upward latching onto the brick wall. Slowly he started scaling the wall until reaching the first lit window where he cautiously peeked over the windowsill. His eyes could be seen smiling as he watched a hot blond step out of the bathroom barely covered by a towel. He moved to the side as the young partially nude woman stepped to the window and pulled down the blind. He grimaced not given a closer look at the woman's awesome looking tits. He continued up the wall quietly and cautious moving passed other windows until reaching the very top lit window where Alex lived.

Again Evil peeked over the windowsill waiting for a possible view of Charley's new girlfriend's hot body. Unfortunately Alex stepped out of her bathroom wearing a simple pair of pajamas that didn't really show anything. He rolled his eyes then darted below the sill his fingers clung to the moment Alex walked up to the open window. He hung there hoping he wouldn't be caught and still uncertain what he was supposed to do. Before he could make up his mind the window came down and pinched his fingertips. "Damn!" He groaned as his wall scaling ability was quickly interrupted, "Ouch!" He let go of the sill and fell four stories down into the bushes below. He landed with a loud crackling thud.

As Evil struggled to climb out of the bushes Beau stepped up to them, took a glance upward then looked at Evil shaking his head. "What in the hell was that?" He continued his shaking his head at Evil's failed attempt to get to Charley's girlfriend, "How hard is it to climb up there and bite her on the neck? Amateur."

Evil grimaced at Beau who had been a vampire a lot longer than him, "Dude, kiss my thorny ass!"

Charley had just dozed off in his mediocre twin sized bed when a knock sounded on his door. He jumped up; perhaps it was Alex. He threw on his tattered old robe that once belonged to his father and stepped up to the door while wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Alex," He mumbled hearing his name called through the door then unlocked his door. He swung his door open to come face to face with the woman from the apartment building. His eyes went wide then he slammed the door in the woman's face, spun around, and leaned back against the door. He took a few deep breaths. "Okay, there are no such things as vampires. Two; that was very rude. Three; she's incredibly beautiful. And, there are no such things as vampires." He repeated the therapeutic lines Dr. Franks had encouraged him to use. He finally turned back around, swung open the door but found the woman gone. He peeked out into the hallway to see the sexy woman strolling away; he cleared his throat to get her attention.

Regine spun around on her six inch heels and looked down the hallway at Charlie. "You're not Charley." She spoke with a sultry tone.

"Yes I am," Charley responded quickly, "I'm Charley Brewster."

"But you're not Charlie Cassidy." She stated, "Sorry if I woke you." She turned around.

Charley sighed then attempted turning back into his room until he heard his name again called. He stepped back and looked down the hallway at the beautiful woman.

"Charley," Regine said his name again, "Do you have a light?" She showed him a cigarette.

"Um, sure," Charlie mumbled. He darted into his room while hearing her heels clicking as she returned to his dorm room. Quickly he raced around the room trying to hide evidence of his sloppy nature; tossing books in the bathtub and hiding dirty clothes in his already messy closet. He spun around hearing the women step into his room. He smiled nervously; haven't been around any woman who displayed the confidence she did. His eyes followed her as she moved about his still messy room then she turned around holding the cigarette between her fingers.

"Mind if I smoke?" She asked giving Charley a reminder to why she was in his apartment.

"Oh, yeah," Charley quickly fumbled to find a book of matches then stepped up to the woman while igniting the match. He sort of stared as he lit her cigarette.

"Thanks," She stated as she seemed to move toward the door but spun around, "You know I'd kill for a cup of coffee."

"Sure," He rushed to find his instant coffee, "I hope you don't mind instant. It's too crowded in here for a coffee pot."

Regine watched Charley fumble preparing the coffee. "You remind me of someone." She commented while watching him.

"Huh, really," He responded setting the tea kettle on the single burner, "Who's that, Charley Cassidy?"

"No, he's my cousin." She explained, "You remind me of someone else. He had nice lips like yours but he knew how to use them." She watched Charley turn his head and look at her. She took a couple steps forward staring into Charley's eyes.

"Huh," Charley mumbled becoming seduced by her deep stare.

"Tell me something, Charley," She set her cigarette down then stepped closer to Charley, "Do you know how to use your lips?" She tilted her head waiting for an answer while he was obviously caught up in her penetrating eyes.

"Um," He mumbled; his response unable to come to mind as he stepped forward being drawn towards her by the force of her beauty and seductive large eyes. The youthful hormones were quickly awakened and he practically leapt forward crushing his lips against hers. He held her against him while rubbing his hands over the back of her soft fur coat. Her soft and full lips felt remarkable against his. He felt as if all his dreams were coming true; a beautiful seductress wanting to satisfy all his devious desires.

Regine leaned her head back as Charley kissed his way to the side of her neck while mauling the back of her expensive fur coat. She found his kissing and caresses clumsy; her eyes rolled in response to his inexperienced advances. Her eyes shifted and looked to the Band-Aid covered cut. Feeling he was more occupied by feeling her up; she slid her hand up his shoulder then used her burgundy painted fingertips to peal away the Band-Aid. His razor cut was exposed and still looked fresh but slightly scabbing. Her eyes closed as her lips parted to expose her lengthy fangs. Slowly and carefully she brought the tip of her right fang to the razor cut then pressed down gently breaking the scab. The tip of her fang moved along the length of the cut reopening the day old wound. Her head tilted back slightly as she pressed the tip of her tongue against her fangs bloody and sharp tip. She hummed loudly which drew Charley's attention from ravishing her body.

Charley turned his head and looked to see something he had been taught to be unreal. Her large eyes opened to reveal their discoloration into bright yellow rimmed with orange. Her lips parted widely displaying her fangs then a loud lusting groan hissed. He screamed at the sight of another vampire; vampires weren't supposed to be real. Suddenly he bolted upward; waking from a surreal nightmare. He looked around feeling sweaty and horrified. Then a knock sounded on his door; the nightmare had emerged into reality. He rushed onto his feet and dug out his only remaining vampire protection; a rosary. He gripped the rosary tight then swung the door open aiming the cross at Alex's face. Quickly he jerked his hand back.

"Charley, I need to speak to you." Alex stated then looked at Charley's pale and sweaty face, "You look horrible, what's wrong?"

Charley shook his head and tossed the rosary onto his desk, "Nothing, I had a nightmare."

Alex quickly forgave Charley's recent bout of hormonal stupidity knowing he looked horribly ill.

Jen sat atop one of her suitcases while listening to her I-Pod music. Her head bobbed to the beat of the music which too had changed since past events; the music coincided with her new look and personality. She wasn't really sure what possessed to ask the assistance of Nate; he was a total stranger which may make her feel more at ease knowing he knew nothing about her past. In the past couple years she attempted to confide in people she thought were friends but the moment she confessed her vampire experience they only responded with laughter and that basically ended the friendship. Perhaps her struggle with relationships was partly blamed by how Charley had completely turned around against the experience they shared. She didn't understand how someone could deny something so horrifying.

Her black painted eyes scanned down the street and noticed the black limousine turn the corner with one of its headlights going dim then brighten over and over. She removed the earphones and tucked the I-Pod back into her carryon bag then stood up grabbing her luggage. The limo pulled in front of her and she stood not sure what to do until the large and muscular driver stepped out then walked to the passenger door. She flashed a smile as the driver as he stepped up to her and took the luggage from her hands then walked to the trunk putting her luggage inside. The door popped open and she tilted her head peeking inside to see Nate's smiling face. She smiled back at him. "Come on," Nate beckoned her and she stepped up to the limo then slipped inside. The driver shut the door.

"I hadn't expected I would see you so soon." Nate commented as Bossely got back behind the wheel and waited instructions where to go next, "Where to?"

"Sunny Days Inn on College Drive." Jen replied calling to the driver who simply nodded. She sat back slightly uncomfortable then smiled over at Nate who still wore his black vintage sunglasses, "I really appreciate the lift."

"As I said," Nate smiled back at her, "It's my pleasure to be of any assistance."

"Thanks," She sort of shied a bit tucking her hands between her knees.

"So, things didn't quite work out with your brother?" He asked, curious about the events that forced her to call on him, the stranger.

"I guess I hoped you were right about our reunion but I kinda expected we would get into an argument." She explained; it felt nice being able to talk about her problems even if Nate was a stranger, "So, how did things work out with you and your sister?" She predicted his reunion was more pleasant than hers.

"It went well," He replied watching how she fiddled with the hem of her dark gray sun dress, "I'm sorry things didn't go as well for you. Maybe tomorrow things will be more pleasant."

"I hope so," She commented as her eyes stared down at her hands as her fingertips rubbed nervously against the charcoal gray fabric of her dress, "He's doing a lot better than me and I think that makes me uncomfortable. He seems happy."

"And you aren't?" He asked sensing her troubled emotions. She simply shook her head in response. "Why are you unhappy while he's the opposite?"

"He's moved on and I seem to be stuck in this huge rut." She explained as her emotions started bubbling toward the surface, "He's in college, has a girlfriend, and seemed to have forgotten something that I can't."

"If you don't mind," He wanted to hear the story though he already knew everything, "What did he forget that you're unable to?"

Jen's eyes became glossy as her mind fumbled with all the memories. There were things about those memories that scared her more than the reality they had confronted a vampire. She unfortunately remembered those moments when she was like the creature Charley and Peter killed. She remembered the powerful lust to kill Charley and everyone else who was trying to destroy Dandridge. She never told Charley about those haunting memories; never told anyone. Every night when she falls asleep those vibrant memories returned to haunt her. From the very moment she became caught within Dandridge's powerful hypnotic web to the moment Dandridge had vanished within the force of sunlight; she continues to remember each detail.

"Jen," Nate spoke up noticing Jen's long silence and the manner she seemed to drift off inside her thoughts, "Are you alright? I didn't mean to pry."

Jen finally blinked then looked over at Nate, "I'm sorry…I guess I'm tired." She bent down and dug out her cigarettes. Before popped the cigarette into her mouth she looked over at Nate, "Do you mind if I have a cigarette?"

"Be my guest." Nate nodded then fetched a cigarette from his inside pocket and lit his as she lit hers.

Jen took a long drag; always trying to ease her nerves with the use of her nicotine addiction. She exhaled and hummed relief. "I'm sorry I spaced out there for a second." She apologized followed by another drag, "I can't count how many times I've tried talking to someone and have it come back to smack in the face. I've practically gave up talking to anyone; especially Charley. Talking to him is like talking to someone who has amnesia; he acts as if nothing happened but I can't."

"What happened?" Nate asked again, "I promise not to judge. You obviously need to get something off your mind. I willingly give myself for you to use." He smiled softly.

She cracked open the window and flicked her ash. "Do you think it's possible that vampires are real?" She asked as her eyes and head remained turned facing the tinted window, "I do; in fact I know they do."

Nate tried to maintain his smirk; he definitely knew vampires existed for he himself was one. "Anything is possible." He commented flicking his ash in the ashtray built in the door, "I barely think with logic because I find it useless. If you say you know for certain vampires exist than I believe you."

Jen turned head and looked to see Nate's sincere expression. "Really?" She was surprised how well he had taken her confession, "You really believe me? No one's ever believed me before; you're the first person I've met that didn't crack up laughing in my face and call me crazy."

"I've come to believe that there are things out there that are unexplainable." Nate explained; more so about the truth of his own existence, "Many choose to block out the possibility that certain things do exist. Yet, imagine if everyone believed like you; the unexplainable would have no chance of survival. Maybe the things that goes bump in the night fear people like you more than the nonbelievers. Believers are more dangerous because of the fact they do believe; it is the believers that have made the myths and legends be told but the nonbelievers help them stay myths and legends. Without the written words of Bram Stoker; vampires would never have been known."

Jen smiled, "I never really thought about it like that."

"Don't think yourself crazy; think of yourself as a believer." He smiled back at her, "If your brother has chosen to become one of the many nonbelievers then it's his choice. Perhaps it is you he needs instead of you needing him. If he was a believer once, he can be again."

"Maybe," She responded and took another drag, "I haven't had a conversation like this since I can't remember."

"Well, I'm privileged to have this conversation with you." He complimented, "You make friends in the strangest of places and circumstances."

"Yeah, I agree," She smiled a bit wider, "Thank you so much for kinda understanding me. I've come to feel like I can tell you anything. Is that weird?"

Nate shook his head, "Not at all. You've obviously needed an understanding ear to listen to the things weighing you down. Perhaps you'll sleep good tonight having told me what you had."

"I think I will," Jen couldn't stop smiling, "You have no idea how hard it's been trying to get a full nights sleep having all this crammed in my head. I have to take prescription sleeping pills just get enough sleep to function properly."

"Perhaps if you share more then you won't need those." Nate attempted to nudge Jen to tell more of her vampire experience, "That is if you want."

The limousine pulled into the Sunny Days Inn and came to a stop.

Jen looked out the window at the bright neon sign naming the hotel establishment. "I…um…" She mumbled, "I shouldn't really keep you anymore. You've done a lot for me already." She turned her head and saw his soft expression. No one has ever looked at her with such patience and contentment.

"You're not keeping me from anything." Nate explained seeing her desperation for a confidant and friend expressed throughout her face and eyes, "If you would like to carry on further this extremely invigorating conversation it would be my pleasure to do so."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked; the last couple years made her suspicious and not so trusting in others, "We just met and you're being really nice and sweet. Why?"

"Sweet?" Nate was surprised to hear such a compliment, "Now, I have never heard anyone refer to me as being sweet. That's very sweet of you to give me such a compliment. As for being nice; you haven't given me a reason to be otherwise. I'll confess I have a weakness for damsels in distress; not that you're totally in distress but you've struck my weakness anyways." He watched her begin to blush; perhaps he now understood his dearly departed brother's infatuation with her.

Jen giggled with a little embarrassment, "So, you're supposed to be my knight in shining black sunglasses?"

"Perhaps I am," Nate smiled and huffed a small laugh in response to her joke.

"Can I ask you another favor; I promise it's the last one." She questioned while staring at him.

"I'll do my best." He replied not sure what she was about to ask of him.

"Will you take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?" She explained; there was something about a person's eyes which tell a whole lot about who they are, "I have a weakness too; eyes."

Nate sat for a moment not sure if he could oblige her favor. He wore his sunglasses for a good reason and rarely took them off unless he was snug asleep in his coffin. He snuffed out his cigarette then returned his attention to her hopeful expression. "You can do the honors if you promise you will do as I have done for you." He explained, "You have confessed something most would reject but I didn't. Upon removing my glasses you must give me the same respect and understanding." He watched her eyes frown; not understanding his meaning.

"I promise," She stated then made an imaginary X over her heart, "I cross my heart and hope to die." She watched him nod in signal that she may proceed if she dared. She scooted to the center of the leather seat and carefully reached her hands to the stem of his sunglasses. She took a deep breath then slowly pulled back the sunglasses. His eyes were closed but she noticed a scar crossing over his left eye; he was obviously self-conscious. She lowered the sunglasses against her lap and watched him finally open his eyes. His right eye was large and dark brown; almost oddly familiar but the left had obviously been damaged. She smiled softly not feeling offended by his left eye's appearance; the eye was practically a whitish blue centered with a pinpoint pupil and evidence of retinal scarring.

He stared at her face with his left eye completely blind. He was surprised by the smile across her lips. She had done as she promised. "Thank you," He commented on her behavior and reaction towards the discovery of his damaged eye.

"There's no need to thank me." Jen responded setting his sunglasses on his lap which was near hers, "I see nothing wrong."

"And there is nothing wrong with you." He smiled; perhaps there was something more personal developing passed the vendetta he and Regine derived against Charley and Peter which would obviously affect Jen. Her deep burgundy painted lips smiled sweetly at him almost in an infectious manner. She then surprised him as her hand lifted and eyes looked directly at his blinded eye which began to make him feel uncomfortable. His head bent back slightly as he felt her fingertip brushed against the brow above the blinded eye then he felt her brush across the scar centered on his eyelid. His eyes fluttered in reaction; surprised by her sensitivity toward his small disfigurement. His eyes snapped open; he felt himself being distracted from the mission at hand. He gently grabbed her hand and returned the sunglasses hiding his fault. "You must be exhausted after such a long and stressful day." He interrupted her sweet mannerisms.

"Oh, yeah," Jen again shied away as she scooted back toward the door and it came open with Bossely's assistance. She stepped out of the limousine and kindly thanked Bossely who immediately closed the door then went to the trunk to retrieve her luggage. She looked at the hotel she was going to stay feeling a bit foolish by her actions inside the limousine. She heard the limo door close at the same time as the trunk.

Nate stepped up to Bossely and grabbed the luggage. "Be a good man and find yourself some of your crawling friends to nibble on while I escort Miss Jen to her room." He whispered while poking fun at Bossely's inhuman taste for creepy crawly bugs. He smirked at Bossely's frown then walked to Jen's side. "May I assist you to your room?" He asked in a gentlemanly manner.

Jen smiled as she shyly lowered her head, "If you want. I have to get the key first."

"Not a problem." Nate noticed how she reverted back to being shy after he subtly rejected her sweet advances. He followed her toward the hotel office then waited outside until she returned with her room's keycard.

"I'm on the second floor," Jen explained testing to see if he would change his mind.

"Lead the way, my lady." Nate bowed his head and allowed her to step forward as he pulled her luggage.

Jen wasn't sure about Nate's odd ways; perhaps they were similar in more than one way. He seemed calm and collected one moment and the next he sort of shied away just like her. Returning to her hometown didn't include making friends; her expectations were little but surprisingly she made a new friend the same night she arrived. She led Nate up the metal stairs, onto the second level's outdoor walkway then to her room's door. Before sliding the keycard; she turned and gave Nate a smile. "Thanks for the ride and carrying my luggage; I really appreciate it." She thanked him for his assistance, "Um, this might be a tad forward but my brother will be in some classes tomorrow and I was wondering if you might want to meet up."

Nate thought for a moment for the perfect excuse to cover the fact he was a vampire and slept during the daylight hours. "Actually, I'll be rather busy with my sister." He explained with a white lie.

"Oh, I understand," Jen slid the keycard through its little slot then popped the door open.

"But," Nate stopped her before she dragged her luggage into the room. She turned and looked at him. "We're having a little party tomorrow night in honor of a very important family member…."

"I'd like to," Jen interrupted knowing he was giving her an invitation.

"Oh, well, excellent," Nate chuckled, "Would you like for me to send the limo to pick you up?"

"Where's the party going to be?" Jen asked; practically knowing every party place in town from two years ago.

"My sister is renting the entire top floor of this apartment building." Nate thought for a moment trying to think of the name, "I know she's the upstairs neighbor to an actor. What is his name, damn I can't really…" He was interrupted.

"It wouldn't be Peter Vincent, would it?" Jen guessed.

"Well, yes I believe that's it." Nate shook his head; his memory seemed a tad faulty.

"I know Peter and I know the apartment building." Jen explained, "Peter's sort of a friend of the family."

"Would you like a lift then?" He asked again.

"No, I'll be at the college campus which is a few blocks or so from the building." She explained, "I love walking when I'm in the mood for it. Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow night then?"

"Yes, looking forward to it." Nate smiled, "You get some rest because I have a feeling you'll surely be up all night at this party. My sister is a real vixen when it comes to parties."

Jen giggled, "If she's anything like you; I don't doubt it." She tugged her luggage through the door but Nate oddly stood there for a moment with an uncertain expression. "Goodnight," She spoke up which snapped him from a weird daze.

"Of course," He laughed nervously having been caught in his thoughts, "Sleep well, darling, and it's been a pleasure." He turned around to leave.

"Wait," Jen spoke up, "Would you like to come in?"

Nate grinned as he turned to the side, "Maybe later, you need your sleep. Goodnight." He turned back around but she again asked him to wait which made him grin again; perhaps he knew what was about to happen. He again turned and, as he predicted, Jen took a step forward and kissed his lips then darted into her room before he could make a comment or reaction. The door shut and he smiled wide then turned around moving back down towards the limo. He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets and skipped down the metal stairs. Regine and Jerry had always been known as the charmers in the family but he had just proven he had his own charming ability. For centuries the vampire trait of capturing victims with their immortal stares hadn't been his since the evening he lost sight in one eye. Though he lacked the hypnotic stare; his personal charms seemed to have worked splendidly on young Jen.

He stepped up to the limo just Bossely grotesquely popped a helpless moth in his mouth. "You really should watch your diet." He commented as Bossely opened the door then patted Bossely's strong stomach, "You've put on a few pound, Boss." He chuckled in response to another one of Bossely's grimaces then slipped into the limo.

Charley lay beside Alex in his small twin sized bed; his eyes were heavy with sleep. "You know," He mumbled under the pressure of sleep, "I don't think it's wise that you're in the same bed as me." He grinned in response to his suggestion.

"Charlie, I have my clothes on." Alex shook her head.

"We have to talk about that." He mumbled with his eyes closed.

"What's that, my clothes?" She asked trying to avoid what she already knew he was suggesting.

"No, about sex." He grinned as he felt sleep take him over.

Alex shook her head; Charley was persistent when it came to the subject of sex. His head fell against her shoulder as her arm was under his head. Her eyes noticed the Band-Aid covered razor cut on the side of his neck; the Band-Aid was soaked with blood. A small trickle of blood rolled down from under the blood soaked Band-Aid then she removed a tissue from her pocket and wiped up the blood before it reached the collar of his robe. She kissed his forehead; she couldn't deny that she cared about the odd guy but her mindset was focused on logic and reason concerning her future. She rested her head against his pressing the tissue against the Band-Aid. "What am I going to do with you, Charley Brewster?" She whispered softly not wanting to wake him.

Though Jen had finally talked about the strange things from her past; her sleep still needed the assistance of the prescription sleeping pills. Her hotel room was dimly lit by the neon sign and street lights glared around the edges of the thick drawn drapes over the only window in the room. The air-conditioned under the window didn't work so she left the window open which made the drapes toss in the slight breeze giving flashes of more light. Below the hem of the drapes a stream of thick mist drifted over the air-conditioner then down to the slightly stained carpet. The mist started to swirl then lifted forming a figure. The mist dropped down to the floor and faded leaving behind Nate.

Nate looked around the dismal hotel room then removed his sunglasses to look down at Jen as she lay sprawled out over the bed under a throw blanket she possibly brought with her. He stepped to the side of the bed and grabbed the pill bottle; she had obviously taken the pills she told him about. He dared turning on the bedside table lamp which didn't stir her awake; the pills having driven her into a deep sleep. He noticed the sketch pad she was drawing in at the airport as it lay beside her on the bed then carefully picked it up. He sat down on the edge bed which made her roll over on to her side and flipped open the sketch pad. His eyes shifted, scanning over the first drawing which was of the old Victorian his brother had died in.

As he continued through the following pages; the sketch pad became a drawn map of events of the evening his brother died. But, what he discovered, upon going to last drawing she was working on was a portrait of him. He turned his head and looked at her sleeping face. He knew now that everything she had become was the result of his brother. The drawing revealed his brother had in deed turned her but his death ultimately cured her of the vampire curse but her mind was haunted persistently by her moments as a vampire and those leading to it. He again turned his eyes to his portrait; it was the first time he had seen his own face besides the portraits that were made before he lost the use of his left eye. That was what he now looked like; perhaps he wasn't as much of a freak he had thought; her artistic visualization lessened his freakish appearance.

He set the sketch pad back onto the bed. His mind was conflicted with Regine's determination to make Charley and Peter pay the price for their brother's death. Jen obviously didn't play part in Jerry's death but she was there during his final moments. There was also confusion towards his reasons for agreeing to take part in a revenge plot; there had been bad blood between him and Jerry for nearly ten centuries but Regine's persistence about their unkempt family values convinced him in agreeing to take part. Regine and Jerry were more alike than him compared to either one. In ways he was like Jen; he lived a solitude life since the confliction occurred between him and Jerry. He didn't have day protectors or other vampires to serve him. He cherished life as a loner in the secretive vampire world while Regine lavished her ego by stepping into the public as a brilliant performance artist and Jerry traveled country to country and city to city taking what he wanted thriving with knack for collecting antiquities. He was the black sheep of a very dark family.

He snapped from his fumbling thoughts and turned his attention to Jen; the misfit in her family as was he. Knowing his promise made to Regine; he carefully rolled Jen onto her back. Jen moaned but didn't waken from under the weight of the sleeping pills; he scooted up along the side of the bed. He moved his hands near her neck; his already black painted fingernails had grown in length. He focused his eyes on her neck though one was unable to see; beneath the surface he knew was the lingering mark his brother had left behind. It had become his burden to tend to Jen while Regine tended to Charley and both made Peter their target. He closed his eyes focusing on Jen's tender neck as his fingers twisted into stiff claws. He gritted his teeth as the dangerous canines sprouted into fanged lengths. His eyes snapped open; the left remained the same but the right was now a familiar red which he shared with his dead brother. His lips snarled exposing the clenched fangs as his red eye stared down at Jen's neck.

His claw-like twisted hands slowly parted in a ritualistic manner which evoked the faded scarring to again leak blood. The moment the blood swarmed to the surface; his hands jerked to the side and he bent down wrapping his mouth over the brand his brother left. He took only a taste; enough to begin a slow process which Charley too would experience. He sat up with his teeth stained red. His tongue slid over his teeth; taking a more lingering taste of Jen's precious blood. His eyes rolled; he could taste everything Jerry had. The young woman's bottled fieriness sizzled against his taste buds; he also tasted the mix flavors of the person she had become, something his brother will never taste. He looked down at her pretty face which looked more innocent lacking the dark eye makeup and lipstick. He quickly stood up vanishing into a mist.