Chapter Twelve

Finale Part One

Charley and Ed both stared wide eyed at the towering apartment building.

Charley swallowed and asked, "Are you sure?"

Ed slowly nodded and replied, "Yep, that's where I left her."

Charley again swallowed, desperate to push back that constant lump of fear in his throat. He nodded, convinced himself that if he did once or twice or whatever, he could do it again. If he was meant to save Amy again, well, he'd do it. He continued to nod, mentally pushed himself in the direction of another bout of uncertain horrors.

Ed's eyes slowly shifted with his head following. He looked to his head bobbing friend and asked, "We really gonna do this, Brewster?"

Charley steadily nodded and murmured, "Ah-huh."

Ed again looked to the building, it looked ominous, all the floors were dark with exception to the very top floor. He slowly nodded, he too tried to mentally push himself. He mumbled, "Okay, okay," he took a breath, "We gotta do this, right?"

Charley's head continued to bob up and down as he replied, "Yeah."

"Alright!" Ed shouted to pump himself up, "Alright, me and you!" He smiled and looked to his friend, "Me and you, Brewster, we're gonna battle the legions of the damned." He nervously chuckled then shoved Charley against the shoulder and encouraged, "We got this, yeah, we got this!"

"Yeah," Charley said with a bit more confidence, "Yeah, we do!"

Ed gave a sharp nod, grabbed the car door handle and shouted, "Lets kick some undead butt!"

"Yeah!" Charley shouted in response and grabbed the door.

Ed kicked the door open then quickly rose up. His eyes went wide and mouth gaped open. "Ah," he mumbled, "Ah… shit."

Charley rose up and he startled and slammed back against the car.

Ed swallowed, his eyes lifted and looked up into the eyes of Bozworth. "Oh, oh," he mumbled, "Oh, shit."

Charley was wide eyed, stared into the grinning eyes which gradually transformed not into the eyes of a vampire but those more like a wolf's.

"Dude," Louie greeted then snatched Charley by the jacket lapels, "We've been waiting on ya! About damned time you showed up!"

"Yes," another voice spoke up.

Charley's wide eyes looked passed Louie and there stood Jerry Dandridge looking damned smug as ever.

Jerry snidely commented, "Just in time, Charley, for a full on reunion." he took a step forward, hands casually tucked in the pockets of his leather trench, "Shame it took over three hundred years for this reunion but then again," his face drained of smugness and was replaced with dead seriousness, "But for you, it hasn't been that long has it, Charley?"

Charley took a deep breath then forced himself to ask, "What.. what the hell did you do to Amy?"

"Nothing," Jerry snapped, "Yet." He gestured to Bozworth with a shake of his head, watched Bozworth effortlessly snatch Ed. His eyes looked back to Charley then he stated, "Louie, shall we escort our guests inside?"

Louie laughed then nodded followed by jerking Charley from the Mustang.

Ed and Charley were roughly jerked and dragged into the apartment building.

Bozworth had taken control of both Ed and woken Peter Vincent who was completely confused.

Peter shouted, "By God, what is happening, who are you people?"

Jerry sneered as they neared the elevator, Billy walked close behind carrying Thea. He commented, "God has nothing to do with this, Mr. Vincent."

Into the elevator they disappeared.

Peter looked wide eyed at all the individuals in the elevator. He recognized certain faces but Louis and Boz's were unfamiliar. His eyes looked to Thea, the woman he struck with his car. It came back, he remembered going to Mr. Dandridge's upon being requested. He thought he arrived there to mend what happened and to make certain the lovely woman was well.

Peter's face slowly grew pale, the memory of what he witnessed. That lovely and seemingly sweet creature had twisted before his eyes into a creature he only witnessed in his films. He lastly remembered feeling light headed then everything went black. He gasped.

Jerry heard Peter's gasp, his eyes remained forward with his sneer held firm across his lips. He spoke up, "Remembering something, Mr. Vincent?" He turned his head head and peered to the gray haired actor who shared similar features as the ancestor Aiden. He stated, "Perhaps now is the time to say," his sneer twisted into an amused grin, "Welcome to Fright Night, Mr. Vincent." his grin again faded into seriousness, "For real."

The captives were hauled from the elevator upon reaching the top floor. Jerry led the way down the hallway then stopped faced an apartment door. He lifted a fist and gave a swift knock.

The apartment door crept open and the expressionless face of Belle's looked out to the group in the hallway. Belle stepped back opening the door wider.

Jerry marched forward as he undid his leather trench. It was time for everything to come to an end. With his sister's assistance, all troubles would be eliminated and he could finally move on with his angel.

Jerry ordered, "Charley and Ed go to one room. Mr. Vincent, another with," he turned and looked to the horrified and confused actor, "Thea." He evilly grinned the moment he saw the heightened fear engulf the actor's aged features.

"Where's Amy?!" Charley shouted as Louie dragged him away from the apartment entrance.

Jerry huffed then turned, gave no answer to Charley's desperate question. He entered the apartment further, listened to Charley's continuous inquiries. He stomped through the apartment then called out to his sister.

"No reason to shout." Regine sang as she stepped into view.

Jerry stepped up to his sister and questioned, "Where's the girlfriend?"

Regine coyly grinned then answered, "She's this way." She turned on her stylish six in heels and led the way. She sang, "She's a sweet little thing."

Charley and Ed were shoved into the room. Both stopped themselves from falling to the floor then spun around to watch the door be slammed shut and listened to the door be locked.

"Shit!" Charley shouted in frustration, slapped his hands against the sides of his head.

Ed stood with his face twisting in all different fearful expressions. All those late night horror movies were coming back to get him in one vampire invested reality. He started to anxiously bounced as he looked to his pacing pal. "Brewster," he slightly whined, "Brewster, this is beyond, well, fucked up."

Charley snapped, "No shit!"

"Brewster," Ed continued to whine, "What are we gonna do? I have this distinct feeling we're totally fucked, man."

Charley yelled, "I don't know!"

Peter Vincent was jerked along the corridor by Bozworth while Billy strolled behind carrying a semi conscious Thea. A door was shoved open and Peter was dragged through the doorway. The aged actor was held by the back of his plaid vampire killer's jacket as his wide eyes watched Billy deliver Thea to a covered sofa.

Peter felt the brute released his jacket then felt the large man hardily slap a hand against his back which caused him to stumble forward. His eyes blinked but darted wide as they focused on the barely moving woman.

The sound of the door slamming caused Peter to gasp with a startle. His eyes looked to the door, quickly he rushed to the door and tried the knob, locked. He felt panicked and horrified. All his years as portraying the great vampire killer seemed to fail him. He was a coward in comparison to his character.

He spun around and huddled back against the door. His eyes focused on the young lady he had struck with his car, saw motionless in a hospital bed then upon arriving at Dandridge's home saw the monster from his films. Yet, his eyes frowned, why was he still alive?

He swore he was going to die earlier when face to face with the vampire beauty. Yet, he was alive and now again to face her.

Thea was weak from Jerry's actions, yet she felt that hunger powerful inside her. Her distorted eyes looked to the cowering man she earlier refused to kill. Her expression was remorseful, filled with the heartbreak from knowing that who she loved was evil and desired her to be the same. Her eyes softened as they focused on the man's terrified expression, saw how he looked like an aged Aiden.

Jerry stared down at the again unconscious young Amy.

"Ironic," Regine spoke up as she stood beside her silent brother, "She looks nearly identical to Emily, doesn't she?" She shifted her curious eyes to her brother's profile then commented, "What a situation you're in. Thea or Emily."

Jerry saw exactly what Regine so callously referred. He hadn't known the details of those first events and had no idea that Charley's darling high school sweetheart had the same face as his first love and wife.

Peter was wide eyed as he pressed back against the doors. His face was pale as his slightly gaped lips trembled. Before him was the reality that he always thought was fiction, character monsters he had slain numerous times throughout his acting career. Yes, the face was beautiful, the eyes haunting with the immortal discoloration of golden shades. Yet, it was a monster.

Thea focused on the familiar but older features of Peter Vincent's face. Her wide eyes, without blinking, shifted erratically in study of the actor's face. "Aye," she spoke, "You be Aiden's descendant." Her lips formed a soft and nearly sweet smile.

Peter startled the moment the creature before him lifted a hand, saw the ghastly lengthy nails. His eyes strained, followed those sharply tipped nails near the side of his face. Painfully he swallowed, his entire body now numb with fear.

Thea's head slightly tilted as her smile faded. Her eyes shifted, she too saw the distortion of her fingers and nails. She drew her hand back then took a step backwards from the fearful man. Her eyes expressed the troubling sadness as they studied the malformation of what her beloved had turned her into. She released a mournful sob.

Peter remained frozen yet his expression brow furrowed with question. Why hadn't the creature killed him with that second opportunity?

"No," Thea sobbed, her head hung down as her hands tightened into fists. She loudly cried, "Not this way!" Her head tossed back as her body hunched, another loud cry of remorse sounded, "Not be this way!"

Peter watched the creature quickly spin and aim her back to him. He blinked the moment she darted forward and started a heated run across the floor. He loudly gasped the moment she pushed her bare feet off the floor. His entire body startled when she thrust herself through the window sending an alarm of shattering glass throughout the apartment.

Charley and Ed startled, quickly the ran to the window and darted back the drapes. Both the window open inwardly then leaned forward side by side. Both turned the heads to their left and witnessed the remnants of broken glass drop the ground below as the shattered windows currents billowed outward from the room.

Charley shifted his head and looked to Ed. With a directional nod of his head he gestured their chance to get out that room.

Ed shook his head.

Charley nodded then somewhat shoved head.

Ed continued to shake his head.

Charley gave Ed a firm expression then aimed his thumb out the window. He watched Ed cave with a grimace of fear.

Jerry swiftly withdrew his hand from touching Amy's face. He rose up from his crouched position upon having heard the shattering glass echo through entire top floor. His focus shifted to Thea. He spun with Regine behind him.

Charley and Ed neared the shattered window, both pressed back against the exterior wall as their sneaker covered feet shuffled carefully on the ledge.

Ed's wide eyes stared down at the ground far below, he wined, "Brewster, this ain't cool."

Charley focused on the shattered window, ignored Ed's wining. Near the billowing curtain he frozen, heard the sound of that particular room's door come inward followed by a fearful startle from who he knew was Peter.

Jerry skidded to a halt the moment his eyes saw the shattered window. His eyes did a quick scan, only saw the cowering and fearful Peter Vincent but not Thea. He growled, "Dammit!" He stormed across the floor towards the shattered window.

A scream suddenly ripped through the apartment.

Charley gasped, immediately thought of Amy.

Jerry spun around, knew where Thea had gone.

(Author)

Yes, yes, I know, it was a shorty.. But I'm saving the best for last... Finale Part Two coming soon...

Thank you all for baring with me! I've been bombarded as of lately.. So many ideas going at once and my brain has nearly been flushed into a whirl pool of shit!

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