Dedicated to GaGa4FrightNight for all of her support and inspiration.
Special thanks to Horrorxxxgirl and OnceAgainICantSleep for all of their input and assistance.
*I disclaim everything that belongs to "Fright Night" and "Suspiria."
Suzy started to relax a little in the plush, natural leather seats, as the limo drove through the rain. It was quite a luxury limo with good lighting, lots of leg and head room and a well-stocked mini bar.
"Would you like something to drink?" Jerry offered, as he poured some Scotch over ice, in a crystal glass. Suzy declined.
"Thanks for offering but I will be okay."
"There is soda if you prefer something non-alcoholic."
"It's quite all right. Once again, I thank you," she replied with a polite smile.
Little did Suzy know that Jerry could smell and sense her nervousness, at first. He took in her features while he sipped his drink. Her brunette hair was soaked from the rain, yet it did not change her attractive appearance. She had those brown, bedroom eyes that could be noticed with or without eye makeup. As for her body, Suzy definitely appeared to have the body of a dancer. She was toned and slender. Suzy sat with straight posture and Jerry watched as she crossed an elegant ankle around the other.
The inside of the limo was lit well enough and Suzy could not help but notice how well the light reflected the contours of Jerry's handsome face. He had a perfect, tapered Roman nose, and his lips looked quite sensuous; they even felt that way for Suzy when Jerry kissed her hand. She felt the electrical charges resurface at the thought. His raven, dark hair was thick, slightly wavy and neatly combed. Suzy wondered if he was involved with anyone and if he wasn't, was he the playing type. No matter, she mentally told herself, her mission was to work on her dream, her dream of performing internationally some day.
"How long have you studied dance?" Jerry asked, "If you don't mind my asking."
"I started when I was about 3. I went "en pointe" when I was 10 years old."
"Any particular ballet that you favor? Is there a favorite dancer?"
"There are quite a bit for me, but I admire the Russian ballerina and actress, Ludmila Savelyeva. I liked her in the film 'War and Peace.' My favorite ballet itself, I would have to say 'Giselle.' Are you familiar with the story? It is dark and tragic but ends happily…a little."
"I'm not much into ballet. The last ballet that I saw was maybe a decade ago, 'Petrouchka.' I enjoy the opera and the symphony, however."
Even though Jerry was not big into the ballet, he was cultured for sure and Suzy admired that. The limo stopped in front of a reddish colored building. Suzy felt for sure that it was the school. The building reminded her of an old theater, and it is possible that it might have been before World War I. "Looks like we're here. I really appreciate it," she told Jerry before stepping out into the rain.
"It was my pleasure. It was also a pleasure talking to you, " he told her in a suave voice. "I will have Bozworth, my driver, wait until you step inside. After all, it is still pouring. Bozworth stood with his umbrella and opened the door. Suzy smiled in appreciation, nodded her head and stepped out to meet the driver.
Jerry watched the two as they walked towards the entrance. He noticed a woman appearing at the door frame. She did not acknowledge Suzy approaching. Instead, she was actually leaving the school. She muttered something to someone then turned and raced past Suzy and Bozworth. To Jerry, that individual looked as if she were desperately trying to get away from someone or something from inside that building. His focus went back to Suzy.
Suzy went to the speaker to the entrance and pressed the call button. "Hello?" she called.
"Who is it? a female voice replied.
"Suzy Banion. I just got in from New York."
"I don't know you. Go away!" the voice told her.
"But I have the letter you sent. Look, it's really raining hard. You could just let me in and I'll explain…"
"Go away. Go away!" the voice cut her off.
"But you don't understand! Suzy pleaded. All of a sudden, silence. "Wait! Wait a minute! Wait! Hello? Is anybody there? Hello?
"I am so sorry that you were turned away," Bozworth told Suzy in his strong, German accent. "It's still raining and you still need a place to stay. Let me get you to a nearby hotel."
"If I can get to a hotel, however, I would hate to have to impose on Jerry…"
"He will understand. Let's get you out of this rain."
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Suzy apologized and thanked Jerry for allowing her to be chaufered to the hotel. She explained to Jerry how she was treated at the school. Little did she know, that Jerry was fully aware of what went on. He had outstanding hearing to get the full conversation between Suzy and the voice from the speaker. Jerry heard word for word, without stepping out of the car. Jerry and Suzy noticed the woman, they saw earlier from the school, making her way through a wooded area, in the down pour. Suzy felt puzzled.
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Bozworth dropped Suzy off at the hotel, then drove Jerry to a brownstone building. An attractive, red-headed woman dressed in a black, spaghetti-strapped dress appeared. She had been waiting on Jerry. The driver greeted her and opened the passenger door for her. "Good evening," Jerry greeted her in German, with a subtle smirk. When the woman noticed him, she was trying to fathom why somebody this wealthy and this gorgeous would be soliciting her. Throughout her years as a high classed call-girl, this was the best looking client that she has ever worked with. After all, don't good looking guys like Jerry get it for free mostly?
Her name was Denisa. As the limo drove around, she asked if she could have a smoke. Jerry was okay with it. Moments later Jerry drew Denisa close to him. She knew not to kiss her clients on the mouth and Jerry understood this, and he didn't mind at all. He wanted no attachment from those "so called working girls." Jerry, however, rested his lips along the side of her neck. Denisa shut her eyes and tilted her head to her right. After feeling Jerry's lips brush her tender skin, she took a deep breath and let out an audible sigh. She never noticed, however, Jerry's glowing yellow eyes and long sharp fangs, that glinted in the dark.
Bozworth waited until he heard a scream from in the back seat. Afterwards, he knew what he was suppose to do. He found a dumpster, luckily. After he drove up, he held the door open for Jerry to step out, with Denisa's limp, lifeless body. One of the hatches to the dumpster was opened. Jerry tossed Denisa's dead body inside. She landed face up, with her head turned sideways, revealing two puncture wounds. Jerry shut the hatch and headed back to the car. It would be luck if Denisa's body were ever found.
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Suzy felt so lucky for having Jerry help her find the hotel. It was a nice four star that she checked into. At first, she hesitated because she knew that she could not afford the cost. Jerry on the other hand insisted that she stay and even covered the cost. He told the staff at the desk to bill everything to his credit card. Suzy thanked Jerry once more and insisted on making it up to him. She hoped to get to get things squared away with the ballet academy, so that Jerry would have a way to contact her. After she showered and dried her hair, she got ready for bed. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought about Jerry once more. She could not get over how fortunate she was to have such a handsome, charming gentleman come to her rescue, while being overseas.
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In another part of town, Pat, the woman seen fleeing from the ballet academy, made her way through the rain to her friend, Wendy's, apartment. She was offered the sofa to sleep on. Pat had no choice but to be okay with sleeping arrangements.
"You can stay as long as you please…"
"Thanks, but I'll be leaving in the morning. I'm going away, forever," Pat stated to the generous woman.
Pat was expelled from the academy, but that was the least of her concerns. Whatever it was, it was hard to explain. In fact, it was, as she indicated to Wendy, "Absurd." For the moment, Pat needed to dry off and was directed to the bathroom.
Pat slipped into a robe and was ready to turn in. The rain had ceased from outside, but the wind was still blowing. As she headed to the vanity table, a pair of doubled windows flew opened startling her. Wendy heard the commotion and shut the window, latching the panes.
After Wendy left and shut the door, curiosity and uneasiness took over Pat. She approached the same window and tried to peer outside. The window was located at a nearby ledge that had no lights. Pat picked up the lamp from the vanity table and leaned it against the glass pane. The light reflected on the glass and an image appeared from behind. It was a pair of yellow looking eyes. Pat gasped and stepped back. The eyes disappeared and she leaned back into the window for another look. Pat could not make out anything, at first, then all of a sudden there was a shatter of glass and an arm reached through the broken side of the window, and encircled Pat tightly around her waist.
Wendy heard the glass breaking from outside the door, along with Pat's screams. Wendy raced to the door and tried to open it but it was locked. She banged on the door
"Let me in, Pat!" Still no answer. "Pat! Pat! Pat!"
Wendy raced out of the apartment, banging on neighbor's doors pleading and screaming that there was a murder. Pat was pulled through the window and forced out on the ledge, where she was stabbed repeatedly. She was placed on the stained glass roof, above the foyer of the building. A power cord was placed around her neck and she was stabbed some more, this time on her opened heart. Her head fell back, breaking a segment of the stained glass.
Wendy raced to the foyer and small glass fragments from the stained glass roof above her fell before her feet. She looked up but she did not notice Pat's head poking out of the glass. Pat's body fell through and more glass came down on Wendy. Wendy placed her arms in front of her face. Still, it was not enough to deter the glass fragment that sliced her in the face between the eye and the metal girder that landed on her chest and stomach. Pat's bloody body hung above her.