A Fright Night Remake What If?

What if Jerry Dandridge Succeeded?

Part Two

Alice in Jerry's Wonderland

Poor, poor Alice had fell down the wrong rabbit hole and landed dab smack in a world of vampires created and ruled by something worse than the 'off with her head' red queen. Yep, big mouthed but short statured Alice found herself the center of the attention of something worse than the crack pot Mad Hatter. Feisty Alice Bedford was literally coated and painted head to toe in the bloody evidence of her short, no pun intended, lived victory against several of the undead. And now, not very sweet Alice unfortunately was coming out of unconsciousness while being slung over warlord vampire leader Jerry Dandridge's broad shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open feeling the lids a tad bit sticky having vampire blood as liquid eye shadow and when her eyes regained focus it was the vampire's butt she saw. Her mind was still fuzzy; the reality of what had gone down in her town hadn't quite fully struck her. Her eyes frowned; yeah he had a cute ass… wait a minute…the memories wiped away all fuzziness just as her carrier moved down his basement steps. Her eyes grew wide when the full force of those briefly fuzzed memories rushed forward which quickly sent her into a tizzy meaning she wasn't going down without a fight!

Well someone finally came out of it; Jerry thought the moment those size five feet and stout short legs started having a fit. Now in the hallway lined with small windowed doors; he slid the petite package off his shoulder and let her fall hard onto her rear. She sure had spirit; he thought to himself. The adorable shorty scrambled to her feet and made a bum attempt to run; he simply snatched her by the back of her dress bodice and jerked her back in front of him. She kept on putting up a serious fight; dainty bloodied hands balled into fists and swinging which only made him smile. Again she tried to run but swiftly switched hands grabbing the back of her little neck then used the other to shove open one of those many doors. A quick push the little bundle of fire was shoved into one of his many cells and she went stumbling across the cell falling into the furthest wall. "Stay put," he snickered, "Don't worry, I'll be back." He stepped back closing the door just as she went darting at him. He laughed and shook his head then peeked through window; his laughter grew upon seeing the short shit start jumping up and down trying to look through the window. He left the door to return to his main purpose in life; take over the mortal world.

Alice desperately tried to see through the damned window that was too damned high up for her; her eyes barely managed to reach the bottom of the cell door window. Each jump up showed her nothing. "Shit!" she shouted angrily then slammed her bloodied hands against the white door; no damned doorknob or handle to grab and uselessly pull or twist. Her hands pulled back and she kicked her bloodied foot against the door leaving red footprint. Her bloodied arms crossed stubbornly over her equally bloodied chest; the poor pastel pink dress now a sopping bloody red. She turned around and slammed back against the door with her blood painted face twisted into an infuriated pucker. She stepped forward; a red body print left against the white door. She spun around looking at the red mess all over the door then her head cocked as a little idea for entertainment and sticking it to the vampire man crept into her nasty little brain. Her semi full lips formed a cocky and sly smirk then she uncrossed her arms, stretched them out in front of her followed by weaving her fingers together; her knuckles cracked.

She went to work. Using the vampire bodily fluid sticky and slicked all over her petite form she began to do a little graffiti in honor of her asshole captor. A little tune began to form in her head as she smeared blood along the white walls. Passed her smirking lips the tune was humming while her fingers began to create bloodied artwork over the walls. Soon, time passing, her shoulders were bouncing to the imagined music as her creativity continued to be given life over every wall. Time still passing, she was now leaving bloody footprints on the white floor as she did a little jig in rhythm to the crazy song with off the top of her head lyrics singing out against the four white walls. "Hey, asshole…yeah, asshole, I kicked you in your vampire balls!" she jammed out to the music only heard in her head, "And now I'm drawing on your vampire walls!" She danced around moving wall to wall, singing off key to crazy lyrics that eventually made her laugh at herself to how stupid they were sounding. On one wall she drew a mocked cave drawing where a stick figure portrait of her battling stick figure images of vampires and she shouted aloud, "Me poke bad men with pointy stick!" On another wall she used the soaked hem of her dress to write a little message for the vampire captor; Alice was here and kicked you in the balls; ha-ha! At one point she lay down on the white floor and did a bloody version of a snow angel while giggling the entire time.

She had no idea how long she was in there but most of the walls pretty much looked like a kindergartner finger painted on them. She had one last message for her captor. At the far wall she stepped backwards while hiking up the bloodied dress skirting, pulled down the back of her blood soaked boy short undies, then pressed her bare and blood smeared cheeks against the wall. She pressed her rear as firm as possible then stepped forward pulling back up her drawers and lowering the dress. Once turned around she admired her butt cheek impression. Then the past hours hit her in the form of a full bladder. She crossed her ankles pressing her legs tightly together feeling the serious urge to pee. Her face twisted in many different struggling faces, desperately trying not to wet herself. She bounced to the door but couldn't attempt jumping for the window knowing she would definitely unleash a flood. "Hey!" she shouted looking up at the window, "Hey! I gotta pee!" She pounded against the padded door, "Come on! I gotta go bad!" She started to whine and turned around looking at nothing but personalized walls and a floor. "Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go." He didn't come so she made her way to the far left corner, squatted pulling her undies down just above her knees and did what was needed since someone was dumb enough not to provide a toilet in that sound proof cell. Her eyes roamed while listening to the sound of pure bladder relief.

Jerry had returned an hour or so ago; he stepped out of the bathroom after having showered blood down the drain. He finished buttoning the fly of his black jeans then pulled a black wife-beater tank over his well formed torso. It was time to check on his little package of dynamite. The carnage outside continued without skipping a single violent beat; his minions continued moving through the entire town giving him a moment of 'me time'. It was a tedious task pulling off the ultimate takeover. He made a brief stop in the kitchen fetching a cold one from the fridge; with a flick of his thumb the metal cap popped then he slammed the entire contents in one tilt. He tossed the emptied bottle into the sink followed by a subtle belch then made his way to the basement. He flipped the light switch then moved down the stairs stepping into the hallway. All was silent; not surprising since the cells were sound proof. In one of those cells he knew Charley Brewster was on the verge of collapsing into becoming one of his mindless drones hell bent on reaping his ordered havoc. He approached the cell that stored his recent entertainment. Hell, he didn't even get her name; oh, well, introductions might come later. He stepped to the door and peered through the window; his brows furrowed upon discovering what little bit did to keep her occupied. "Really," he was stunned.

Alice heard the door as she sat in the opposite corner of the one she relieved herself in. She quickly stood up, crossed her arms over her chest, narrowed her hazel eyes and waited for the captor to show his attractive face. The door came open and she was pleased by the surprised expression over his face as his eyes scanned her artwork smeared all over the wall. His black eyes finally landed on her; she flashed a big smile mocking his surprise.

"What the hell…" Jerry mumbled finding his precious minion transformation cell destroyed by bloody graffiti. His eyes continued to frown as they read her blood written message about his balls then again returned looking to Alice's beaming expression of pure spiteful pride. Then his keen sense of smell caught what was urine. His eyes quickly scanned down and found glistening wet stain in the far left corner. His eyes again returned to her face, "Did you piss on the floor?"

"Hey," Alice lifted her arms with her shoulders shrugged, "I had to piss and as you can see there's no toilet."

Okay, he now was admittedly surprise again and disgusted as well. All those damned centuries and not once has anyone pissed on his floor nor desecrated any of his cells. His surprised expression faded; she was a very dirty girl. He quickly stepped back, said not a word closing the door.

Alice frowned with question but the answer quickly came when the door swung open and she was suddenly struck by a powerful spray of water. She screamed in response to being hosed down by icy water. She danced around along the back wall desperately trying to dodge the spray. The blood that covered her was quickly watered down and washed down to the white floor. The spray of water would briefly be aimed at the walls washing away her precious artwork but would quickly return spraying her ruthlessly. "Stop, you asshole!" she cursed loudly but was quickly silenced the moment spraying water hit her full in the face and her arms stretched out desperately trying to block the stinging and cold spray. She spun around turning her back to the powerful surge of water and it stung as it struck her backside pushing her forward against the wall. "Fucking dick!" she shouted and the water lifted and struck the back of her head, "STOP!" she screamed feeling chilled to the bone. And to her relief the spray stopped and left her a sopping wet and shivering mess. She slowly turned, body trembling from head to toe, and her eyes opened through the water streaming down from her soaked hair over. He stood there with that power wash hose gripped in his hands and a satisfied grin across his lips. "You are such a…" before she could finish her insult her face was again struck dead on by the released water pressure which forced her back against the wall. Again the water stopped but his laughter of amusement was loud and clear.

Jerry choked off further laughter then asked, "Are you gonna open that foul mouth of yours again? Are we finished?" To his completely amazement, she was done vocalizing her dislike of him but physically displayed it with the use of her middle finger stretched out in front of her. "Okay," he unleashed the watery fury and again he laughed mocking her little dance moving along the wall while he kept the spray steady and powerful. That was the most entertainment in, well, possibly in twenty-four hours. Typically he used the power wash to rinse away the blood left behind after his meals but found that use much more amusing. He cut off the water, "Had enough?" he asked trying to calm his amusement. He waited for a minute, "Have you had enough?" he repeated with a serious tone.

Standing there trembling from being mercilessly and practically frozen to death; Alice lifted her hands then wiped the water from her stinging eyes. Her slightly blood shot eyes opened and looked to his threatening expression. "Again, have you had enough?" she listened to ask with a firmer tone. The moment he lifted the hose she quickly shot her hands forward with palms aimed in surrender. She was done with being hosed but wasn't by far finished with the battle of wills, "Yes." She reluctantly vocalized her surrender but apparently not loud enough because, damn him, he unleashed watery fury on her again which prompted her to yell, "YES, ENOUGH!" The water was again shut off. She blew heavily out of her nose spraying water outward from her face. She again wiped the water from her eyes with fiercely trembling hands. Her body trembled fiercely from the deep chill freezing her every bone. Her vision was fogged by the blurry sting of having water shot into her eyeballs but it was easy for her to imagine the pleasure expressed over his damned face, plus his laugh pretty much gave it away as well. She took deep breaths feeling that icy chill soaking her body lowering the temperature of her anger. She fought the urge to start screaming and cursing at him fearful that another dose of being hosed would send her into hypothermia.

"Good, girl," he commented; satisfied she was finished with her potty mouth. He tossed the hose back into the hallway. "Okay, Oompa Loompa, I'm going to play nice." His version of playing nice wasn't exactly what normal mortals would call nice. He walked across the cell then snatched her by the icy cold upper arm. "I've got some time to kill," he continued to speak while escorting her roughly out of the cell, "Get's boring having others do the dirty work." He turned pulling her with him and just as they moved near the room Charley Brewster was held, a loud thud sounded from the cell door. He took a moment to look and discovered a very hungry looking Charley Brewster peering through the window; he smiled then looked to Alice who was wide eyed staring at a snarling Charley. He jerked her forward.

"Holy…" Alice mumbled after being jerked but her eyes couldn't leave the image of Evil's once best friend all vampire scary. That she didn't expect. Her mind jumbled around the image of Evil being in the same vampire state of body and mind. Wow, was she literally the only surviving human being in town? She stumbled upon being jerked up the basement stairs; her body continuously shivering uncontrollably with her teeth chattering. How long was she going to remain that remaining mortal? What did the tall, dark, and handsome jerk-off have in mind? She really didn't want to think about it after having witnessed what his soldiers did to the entire human content of the high school.

Again she was jerked but pulled passed him. He released her arm but his hand firmly shoved her forward through an open doorway. She stumbled forward; her legs bumped into the side of a large garden tub. She quickly stopped herself from falling head first into the empty tub. Wow, a bathroom; she thought to herself; a tad bit late on that one. She quickly spun around facing him. What? Was he planning on killing her in his bathroom and wash away the evidence down the drain of the huge jetted tub? Her eyes frowned with confusion watching him fling open the clear glass door of a separate shower stall. Okay, maybe he wanted to have her all squeaky clean before sucking her dry. He was one confusing piece of vampire work. She stood there shivering her ass off while confusingly watch him turn on the shower. He finally looked at her and she stared at him as if there was something more wrong with him than just being a sadistic prick vampire. One moment he was power washing her like the filthy house siding and now he was fucking with her head running a hot shower.

"Go ahead," he bobbed his head gesturing to the shower with his arms crossed over his chest, "Get in."

She continued staring at him with a confused scowl across her trembling lips and wrinkling her nose. Her eyes shifted to the steaming shower then back to him. Was he serious? What the hell was the purpose? "Huh," she mumbled with her eyes blinking, questioning his motives.

"Get your little ass in there." He snapped; attempted to play somewhat nice but she continued to stare at him with her big hazel eyes questioning him. After an annoyed huff he reached and snatched her by the back of her neck, jerked her forward then shoved her into the steaming hot shower.

Holy shit; her mind screamed feeling as if the water was going to melt her flesh from bone after having been frozen down to those deeply buried bones. The shower door was slammed with him obviously holding it closed. She stood there staring at his silhouette through the fogged glass while the heated water began to melt away the iciness. "Strip!" she heard him demand, "Then toss it over!" Was he kidding? "Now!" nope, he wasn't kidding by the firm annoyed tone of his. Okay, how many times has she been naked in a shower; always. But how many times has she been naked in front of anyone; only last year after gym class and only in front of other chicks. She had no real options; couldn't go arguing when her life depended on it but mostly like she was just prolonging the inevitable. She trembled only slightly as her hands reached back to the zipper of the dress.

He stood there waiting; waiting wasn't his thing. "Any fucking day now." He grumbled leaning against the shower door. From up and over the shower door the blood stained dress dropped sloshing to the floor. He wasn't entirely sure what he was up to, not yet; not much of a real planner when it came to screwing with people. Well, there came the underwear dropping to the floor near the tip of his boots following by the bra which managed to land directly on his boots. His eyes frowned then he lightly grumbled, "Thanks." He kicked the bra atop the soaked mess of a dress. "Wash up," he demanded through the door, "And make it quick. I've got time to kill but not all damned night." He lifted his hand and scraped his thumb nail against the other nails. What was he going to do with her? She managed to surprise and impress him which was a rarity in his line of business. Typically he got bored easily but so far that whole lot of spite in a very small package kept his attention. Yes, at some point she would be added to his collective but before the obvious, he had to make some choices. He wanted to have the amusement last a bit longer before she was again tossed back into the cell and make that transition into one of many servants. Maybe she would make a good pet; he thought to himself and hummed in response to the possibility. The water turned off.

She stood there not sure what to do; honestly her mind was practically swirling down the drain along with the pink tinted water. She startled from her mind descent the moment a towel landed on top of her head. So, giving up on figuring out the vampire and his unknown motives, she dried herself while he stayed leaned against the shower door which thankfully held its fogginess. After drying, she snuggly wrapped the towel around her; no way in hell was she going naked even if he demanded it. Startling easily now, she jumped the moment the shower door swung open. Her eyes wide, she watched him reach then felt his hand roughly grab her upper arm again which was getting pretty damned old along with being jerked around by the arm. By the tender arm she was jerked out of the shower and without hesitation she was dragged out of the bathroom. She desperately gripped the tuck of the towel trying to keep it from loosening then falling. If he was going to kill her, she really was about to tell him to get it over and done with because being hauled around like a ragdoll was about to snap her last nerve. Just because she was short didn't give him the right to swing her around by the arm. He was just as much a bully as those now dead or turned vampire bullies from high school hell. She grumbled loudly the moment he again jerked her passed him and again shoved his hand against her back sending her stumbling through another doorway. That was it! That final nerve was plucked and taunted to the point it finally snapped.

Alice spun around just as he closed the door, apparent that it was a bedroom door he closed. Her hazel eyes fumed and glared at him. "That's it!" she snapped loudly, "I've really had enough!" she balled one hand into a fist while the other one continued to hold the towel in place, "No more jerking me around by the arms! You're gonna jerk 'em off!" she was so damned frustrated her eyes couldn't even focus on his reaction, if there was one, "Enough with the short puns!" She guessed if there were going to be last words then was as good a time as ever to get it all out, "I've heard it all!" it felt somewhat releasing to get it off her chest; sort of a final confession, "Short stack, pigmy, dwarf, Tinker Bell," She didn't even notice him walking her direction; continued her tirade, "Shorty, midget, niblet, pint size, mini-me, shrimp…" Apparently he had enough of her tirade listing off short adjectives; her eyes went wide the moment his hand slapped over her mouth.

"Shut up," he ordered, "You're going to give me a damned migraine." He stepped forward keeping his hand firm over her mouth to keep her from spewing off.

Her eyes narrowed; also tiring of being ordered around. She's been ordered around all her seventeen years. Her mother constantly spouted order after order in desperation to make her the perfect obedient daughter which only provoked her into being disobedient. Damned teachers always scolding her left and right telling her she was wrong all the time. Her time was almost served; six months, two weeks, one day, and seven hours she would've turned eighteen and left that suburban lifestyle and go as far away as possible from her overbearing bitch of a mother. She would've left it all behind, all those assholes that taunted, teased, and ridiculed her because she was, apparently, too damned short for any of them to really give a damn that she was an actual human being! Now this guy was ordering her around!

Her butt plopped down on the edge of the bed he backed her against and she continued to glare up at him. He finally removed his hand and stared down at her with this glimmer of thought within his black eyes. Oh, yeah, he was trying to figure out a way to shut her up permanently; she guessed. Hey, maybe he was thinking of ripping out her damned tongue before he turned her into one of his mindless soldiers of darkness. Her shoulders shrugged; damn she would be better off permanently dead than silenced and undead. She crossed her arms over toweled chest. "Yep," she mumbled, agreeing with her thoughts.

"What?" he asked her.

She shook her head; nope, not going say another damned word.

"Go ahead," he gestured with a nod, "Go spouting off like a lunatic again. Come on, give it to me." He urged her curling his finger beckoning her to open that big mouth of hers, "Oh, you know you want to." Perhaps he got his kicks every time she lipped-off. He could read her desire to curse him out within her narrowed hazel eyes. He leaned over, she being really short, and brought his curling finger in front of her puckering face. "Let's hear it." He continued to provoke her, "It's right there at the tip of your tongue. I can almost hear it." He pouted, mocking her struggle to keep her silence, "Oh, come on, munchkin, and give it to me; you're just dying to." He certainly enjoyed the hatred glaring back at him, "I'm waiting."

Oh, it built up in her throat at first then bubbled over onto her tongue, "Fuck you!" she blurted out angrily.

"Oh, that's it, Yoda, let go." He provoked further; loved the hell out of tossing out those short comments she despised.

"Go fuck yourself!" she blurted again with her arms tightening their cross over her chest; his eyes were beaming which pissed her off even more, "Eat shit and die!"

"Oh, yes," he sang, mockingly clapped his hands in front of her infuriated face applauding her efforts, "Keep going, Hobbit." He dropped his hand resting them against his bent knees.

"Go…" she actually stumbled on the words; possibly running out of insults which was unlike her.

"Oh, no," he quipped then again pouted mocking her loss of words, "Have you actually run out of come backs? Hmm, have you?" He watched her open her mouth but nothing came spewing out. Amused by her sudden lack of words; he belted out a loud laugh directly in her face and rose up from the leaned position.

She growled, frustrated with her sudden inability to find further ways to curse him. His damned laughter made even harder to muster any more insults. She never lacked insults! She prided on being the devout giver of insults. Then one came to mind and her eyes aimed spitefully up at his laughter twisted face. "Why don't you find the biggest stake and shove it up your ass!" a damned vampire inspired insult; that was more like it.

"Oh, clever one," he again laughed at her, "I guess you haven't run dry yet, huh, bite size?"

"Shut the fuck up!" she snapped, damned him and his fucking jabs at her shortness, "Go choke on a bulb of garlic, dick sucker!" With that last insult she was snatched by the face then was pulled up on to her feet with his eyes gone even blacker.

"I have my suspicions you're the expert at sucking dick." he somewhat hissed burning his eyes into hers, "I'm an expert with a whole other manner of sucking. Perhaps we could make an exchange of trades."

Yeah, she pretty much knew he sucked something else. But he was right; she did do the oral deed a couple times; there was no correcting him on that. Yet, there was no way in hell she was going to exchange anything with him; not willingly anyways. "Nah, I'll pass." She attempted to smile through the pain of him squeezing her face. She watched him tilt his head.

"Awe, come on," he fake pleaded with a wicked smile; each motion of his lips flashed hints of his fangs, "Show me yours and I'll show you mine." He was having a blast; no more boredom for him, at least until he determined her fate. He typically never played or conversed that long with his future food and fledgling. Mostly he got down to business after playing around for a short time. She was just too damned adorable with her direct quips. It was like verbal foreplay which he wasn't typically fond of but the more she opened her mouth the more he enjoyed their back and forth banter.

"I ain't falling for that line again." she remarked with an eye roll, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Her jaw was getting a bit uncomfortable with his grip.

"I don't need lines." He stated, released her face but swiftly grabbed the hold of the towel she desperately clung onto to keep from spilling out. His eyes shifted from her face and took a moment to take notice; she might have the height of twelve year old but the developed curves of a ripened teenager. His eyes returned to her face.

"What the hell were you looking at?" she asked having noticed his moment of wandering eye syndrome.

"You're damned short but," he replied giving her a fanged smile and a raise of his eyebrows, "I finally noticed your very proportionate in all the right places with exception to your height."

Her eyes shifted side to side then looked at him with a disgusted scowl, "Yeah, I'm pretty fucking short, we've determined that fact already." Always with the damned short comments; she shook her head.

"And well stacked." He added.

Her eyes instinctively rolled again; great, he was a perverted vampire asshole! How long was that going to go on? It was the worst type of torture knowing he was going to eventually put her out of her misery but how miserable was she going to be when it comes? Apparently by his behavior and need to prolong things he was determined to make her really miserable to the point of suicidal thoughts or possible actions. She was getting the urge to kick him in his vampire blue balls. Her head followed the motion of her eyes rolling again then her eyeballs stopped at his grinning face. Should she have been terrified of those fangs he seemed to enjoy flashing? Should she be begging for her life and soul? Everyone she has ever known was pretty much damned sprawled out on some floor and sucked dry followed by becoming one of the undead. It was pretty obvious she was in the clutches of the ruler of the nightmare that took her town over. If she kicked him in his balls again it would either prolong things or make them speed up. She was torn. He was good looking for a dickhead. In any other circumstances; he not being the devil and all, let alone unleashing hell on the town; she might have taken the whole proportionate and well stacked comments as compliments. A month ago she gave a guy oral just because he said she was pretty; damned Coach Carlson!

"Hello," Jerry snapped his fingers in front of Alice's dazed eyes.

"Oh," Alice shook off her 'way out field' train of thought, "Sorry. What?"

Boy, this one was easily distracted; he thought to himself. Okay, he was getting a tad bored; things didn't exactly go into the direction it first was headed. It was time to get things rolling in the right direction, again. He moved forward forcing her backwards until she was again plopped seated on the bed. Without releasing the towel he leaned down, again she was short, and looked her in the eyes. "I'm bored." He stated, "What are we going to do to remedy that?" His brows lifted curiously, "Actually, let me rephrase that…What are you going to do to remedy my boredom?"

Her head leaned back; her eyes frowned. "Me?" she asked; when did it become her responsibility to help him get his vampire kicks?

"Yes," He released the towel then pressed the tip of his index finger against her forehead, "What are you…" he repeated slowly, "…going to do…" continued slowly while increasing the pressure of his fingertip, her head leaned further back, "…to remedy… my…boredom?" He pulled his finger back then darted it forward and literally pushed her backwards with his fingertip against her forehead. Before she could attempt sitting up; relieving his own boredom; he grabbed hold of her shoulders pressing her down against the bed while looming over her. "Well?" he asked, though his boredom was slowly fading.

"What the hell you expect me to do?" she asked looking up at his mischievous and creepy expression, "Sounds like a personal issue; your issue, your problem, so you remedy it yourself." She watched his smile broaden exposing those nasty but provocative fangs, "Really, I could give you a moment alone with yourself if that'll help." She cockily smiled up at him.

He slowly shook his head side to side with eyes focused on her.

"Well, that's the extent of my assistance so," she held her cocky smile but it was quickly wiped clean the moment his damned fanged mouth came crashing down on hers. Her eyes went saucer wide. That was really wrong. That was totally uncalled for. How was sucking her lips off gonna get the job done? He was supposed be sucking somewhere else, not her damned lips! She saw no 'sucking faces' when the slaughter of her peers commenced in the parking lot. There was no making out before those teen guys and girls were sucked dry. Oh, what? Was he the only one allowed to get it on with his meals? His soldiers really had to do the dirty work while he stayed home playing with his food. He was a lousy boss! Yet, damn he was a good kisser; she had to give him that; even with fangs. But he was still a perverted vampire asshole! He was going to eventually kill her so why should she enjoy being molested knowing by the end of it all, it would be her end. She stiffened her lips; no way was she going to ease his burden of boredom or whatever else he wanted her to ease for him!

He lifted up and frowned at her having gone all tight lipped. "What?" he asked; normally he would have his mouth elsewhere getting the job done so she should feel privileged.

"What?" she asked him in response.

His eyes narrowed a bit with suspicion. "Let me explain something to you, Stewart Little." he spoke; loved her eyes glaring in response to the reference. He lowered himself onto his elbows keeping her under him, raised his hand and lifted his distorted index finger and pressed it down against her chest, "You need to understand, chipmunk," he watched her look down at his blackened claw-like nail pressing into her chest, "That you'd be dead then undead by now if I hadn't found you amusing." her eyes lifted and looked up at him again, "So, Tootsie Roll, if you want to hang around a bit longer as yourself you'll keep on with the amusement." he tapped the claw tip against her chest, "Do you get what I'm saying, Tic Tac? Hmm?"

"Oh, yeah, I get it." she somewhat grumbled with a sharp nod, "I have a choice; either I get all freaky with you or you're just gonna go ahead suck me into mindlessness. Am I right?" She watched him give a nod of agreement. "You know what," oh, she was really fed up with people and vampires.

"What's that, Twinkie?" he asked curiously.

She spread her lips into a big smile and watched a pleased grin spred over his. With one swift motion that pleased grin was quickly wiped away. She held her smile watching his wide eyes transform into that vampire blackness. His fanged mouth twisted into a pain filled snarl. Another swift motion, he grunted then growled loudly followed by rolling off her while instinctively cupping his groin with both hands. She quickly got off the bed racing for the bedroom door. "Fucking bitch!" she heard him grumble loudly. She grabbed the door and swung it open. Her hand held the towel secure as she raced through the house on her speedy stout legs. She headed right for the front door but damn it was literally padlocked shut with no damned key! She spun around and heard the most horrifying and pissed off sounding roar which sent her speedily running through the house heading towards the back where every damned house had a back door. She skidded to the back door and that too was padlocked! She grumbled at her lousy luck. She spun around trying to figure out something; another one of those really pissy roars ripped through the house but sounded way too close.

Her head turned side to side then there it was the basement entrance. She whined not sure if the basement was a good option. Another roar her decision was made and she darted for the basement door. She swung that door open jumped down onto the steps slamming the door behind her. Her bare feet rushed down those steps and leapt onto the basement floor skipping the last two steps. She ran down that hallway lined with those cell doors. The moment she reached the door to the room Charley Brewster was kept; a loud thud caused her to scream and sent her jumping to the adjacent wall. She refused to look at another vampire and continued down the hallway where at the end was a somewhat eerie dark entryway. Behind her she heard the distinct sound of Charley continuously and viciously attacking the cell door along with a low bellow grumbling from the basement stairs.

She literally leapt through that dark entryway but tripped up on some mediocre stairs then landing face down on dirt. Knowing the vampire warlord was hot on her trail she quickly pushed herself off the floor scrambling onto her feet. She scanned her surroundings then her eyes went wide upon discovering a wide eyed lifeless figure sprawled out on the ground. Her eyes squinted as she rushed up to the figure; it looked as if he were picked apart in the manner of a carcass picked by vultures. She discovered that this lifeless carcass was a man; Peter Vincent; decked out in an array of vampire battle gear, all damaged except for one. Her eyes glimmered with hope; she quickly snatched up what looked like a type of stake shooting weapon. She pried the weapon from the dead guy and checked its wooden ammo. Not sure how to fire the damned thing she went ahead and aimed it at the entryway into the rancid smelling dirt pit. Her fingers fondled and searched for some kind of trigger while her eyes looked down the sightline of the makeshift stake shooter. Her nostrils flared as she steady her breaths prepared to give one last chance to prevent herself from becoming part of the vampire's mindless horde.

That looming dark figure moved slowly into the entryway with the hallway silhouetting him from behind. "I'm not amused any more..." his voice lowly grumbled from the depths of his black silhouette, "...shortcake!"

Her eyes narrowed then the right eye closed focusing down the sightline adjusting the aim. "Good," she growled, "And the name's..." her finger slipped against the weapon's trigger, "...Alice, you bloodsucking piece of shit!" Her finger pressed back the trigger and from the weapon a wooden stake shot forward spinning and flying directly at the imposing silhouette. Both eyes were open as the world seemed to slow as the stake sliced through the air. "Fuck," she snapped under her breath then took aim; he managed to twist from being hit.

"Missed," he hissed loudly moving down the steps, "You're a lousy shot, peanut Alice."

Her finger again pressed that trigger and sent another stake shot through the air. Again both her eyes opened focused on the stake. "Fuck," she again snapped as the bastard thwarted another stake. Quickly she took aim as he stepped down off the last step. She took a deep breath and held it. "Oops, missed again," she listened to him hiss with an evil chuckle following, "Let's get this over with, shall we, Alice from Munchkin Land!" Oh, she was seriously fed with all the damn short jokes and now he had her name involved. His blackened silhouette loomed closer; her finger slipped before the trigger. "Oh, it's so over!" she cocked a smile then pressed the trigger. Well, she finally hit something which seemed to piss him off even more.

He loudly growled with a long drawn out hiss feeling the wooden stake rip into his shoulder. "Oh, you're so fucking dead!" he threatened with a mouth stretching and unveiling a nasty mouth full of fangs. His hand gripped the protruding stake then jerked it from his shoulder. He waved the bloodied end of the stake at her, "I'm gonna shove this up your..." he was quickly interrupted by another stake forcing him to drop the other one. The stake had ripped right into his abdomen. He snarled getting pretty fed up with the short pain in his ass. He snatched the stake and painfully jerked it from his six-pack then flung it forward at her, "I am going to make you suffer, you little..." Damn it, again, another stake shot forward striking him in the fucking thigh! "DAMN IT!" He roared with his eyes wide and focused on the trigger happy teenage girl over a foot shorter than him. Again he snatched the stake and jerked it from his thigh.

"Had enough?" Alice asked aiming the weapon again seeing his face all ugly instead of those smug good looks, "Huh? Again, have you had enough?!" She watched closely as he prepared to speak then pressed the trigger.

This time the stake ripped into him too close for comfort; right in his perfectly sculpted peck. He stumbled back after that close call. His nostrils flared as the pain of that blow faded his monstrous features. His jaw clenched as his distorted fingers wrapped around the stake then with a grunt he jerked it from his chest. "Oh, I am not even going to waste my time." he threatened through his clenched fangs, "I'm simply going to snap your itty bitty neck!" He angrily tossed the stake to the ground.

She lowered the weapon a tad and glared at him, "What?" she snapped at him, "Tired of getting your ass shot up by Tinker Bell?" She lifted the weapon and took aim dead center of his damned chest, "Too bad, cock sucker!" She focused as he stomped forward. Her finger pressed that final shot. Both eyes open, she lowered the weapon. Her face became expressionless as his faded from anger into complete shock. She tossed the weapon aside and stepped forward. Her eyes stared at his; the shock radiated from those black irises and pupils. She stepped before him and looked up at him. "I'm bored," she said with a droll tone. She took a step to the side then walked passed him.

He stood there shifting his eyes down to the sight of the stake protruding from the center of his chest. Well, again the little firecracker named Alice surprised him. He staggered a little turning around seeing her stepping up into the entryway. "I don't believe it." he mumbled with a trickle of his own blood dribbling down over his bottom lip. He watched her move into the hallway strolling away then she lifted her hand with the back of it showing and lifted her middle finger at him.

Alice continued down the hallway. Behind her within the secondary underground room came an explosion of light mixed with bloody bits and pieces of Jerry Dandridge. She stopped the moment her entire backside was splattered with vampire remnants; the front filthy by dirt. She groaned rolling her eyes. She shook her hands feeling all disgusting again. She continued forward and made her way up the basement steps. Onto the main floor then she strolled to the kitchen fridge. She opened the fridge, removed a bottle of beer then twisted the metal cap with her petite hand. She left the kitchen, entered the living room then plopped back in a recliner. "Yep," she nodded then tilted back the beer bottle taking a long swig, "Big things come in small packages." she nodded in agreement of her statement then tilted the bottle back again.

The chaos came to an end in that little suburban town. People woke up into complete confusion. No one knew what happened; minds were jumbled by what they saw throughout their humble town. People staggered out of their homes feeling as if they had been struck down by a major hangover. Not a single soul realized their souls were saved by the shortest teen in the high school junior class. No one would never really know what eternal damnation a pint sized teenage girl save them from. Not one would even believe that hell almost came spilling out from their town into the huge world but ended because of a seventeen year old, five foot, and hundred and twelve pound Alice Bedford who basically walked right out of that town and didn't look back. The only other person who could understand or believe what happened was Charley Brewster who ended up locked in that cell for days before anyone came looking. Yet, somehow, life returned back to normal for suburbia; no thanks ever sent Alice's way but she really didn't give a shit. She hit the highway thumbing her way as far away as possible from what almost became the center of a vampire takeover. And, damn it, she wasn't going to allow it to ever happen again which meant she was dragging her shortness and spunk worldwide. She would stake the first vampire who dared make one single comment about her height!

Roll Credits! Play theme song On Fire by SleetGrout.

(Author)

So what y'all think? Yeah, I still had new guy Jerry killed off in the end. HA! Peter and Charley failed but damn it all the vampire was taken down by a girl, a short girl! I do hope I got the remake's Jerry right or close to it. Just always had this impression he was a total dick and really cocky. If I didn't do him justice; chew my ass out; I'm still waiting for my copy of the remake to come in the mail! I watched the movie once at the theaters in 2011. So I basically went by what I saw the other night when there was like a half hour left. But, you gotta love Alice the mini spitfire! Ha and all Jerry's little jabs at her height! Am I right?

This is dedicated to my short statured sixteen year old daughter! And to all those other shorties out there that people look over instead of look to. Hope Alice proved that big things do come in small packages! I'm short too so I understand!

Oh, how about an alternate ending?

Yep, you got it!

Loves,

~GaGa4FrightNight~