Diclaimer: I don't own Fright Night or its cannon characters.
Author's Note: Chapter 8. Alittle something different:) Hope you like.
Ch. 8 Bloody Past
Peter POV:
There was a loud bag and a screech. I jumped out of bed when he heard it. To this day, I never knew what made me do it, but I just knew something was wrong. I walked down the stairs, quietly. I slipped. I looked at the ground to see what I slipped on, and it was then that I saw it was blood. I ran up the stairs. Upstairs I heard my 4 month year old sister cry. I went up to her. When I got to the room, my mom was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. My sister was crying. As quick as I could, I put the side of the crib down and grabbed my sister.
"Shhh. Please be quiet baby, please," I said as he brought his sister into the closet. As he closed the door, he heard footsteps. The sound wasn't normal, wasn't human.
"Hello!" A voice said. I snapped back to reality. It usually happened this time of year. I didn't know why, it does. It took awhile, but eventually he got back to normal.
"What," I said rudely to his assistant.
"We're trying to do a show her," said Ginger. Ginger had been my assistant for two years. Needless to say we detested one another, but strangely enough she stuck around. No one understood what our relationship but it was obviously not the typical assistant-magician relationship. Everyone knew how "close" we were.
"Oh shut up, and do the trick," I replied back.
"Ass Wipe," She said. I responded by flipping her off. We ran through the trick a few more times. For the second time, I thought about my sister. I hadn't seen my sister in almost 17 years. She would be 18 now; at least she would be if she is still alive. After our parents died, she became a ward of a state and was quickly adopted. While I was spent most of my childhood in a physic ward. After finally convince the doctors I wasn't crazy, I was released. I never got over his vampire obsession.
"Fuck You," I responded. If anyone would see the scene they would have seen the smirk on Ginger's face. The obscenities was the closest we every got to expression affection for one another. I would never admit it but I was fond of her. When the director was finally done with rehearsals, I went up to my apartment in the hotel.
After rehearsals, I usually made myself a cocktail. It was the only thing that kept me from thinking about it. Over the years, details of that night became foggy and less clear. I knew it was all the meds they had him on. Social workers were sympathetic because toward me because I went through a trauma. I even forgot what his sister's name was. At times, he wondered if he even had a sister. The only thing that stopped me from thinking I was going crazy was the only picture I had of her.
Annie POV:
I was reading the chapter for English when I heard the knock on my door. I had been studying for hours. It was a rarity that I studied on Saturday, but I did have a test on Monday.
"It's open," I called. My best friend since second grade came in. I smiled at Amy when she came in.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Good. Missed you last night, where were you?" She asked. Lying was becoming easy for Annie. My stomach hardly turned whenever someone asked questioned. I hated herself for it, but she still found excuses.
"I was around. Decided to see a movie," I told her.
"Oh, anything good?" Amy asked.
"Not really," I shrugged. I liked the movie I saw. I just didn't want to go into details. Like whom she went with. I smiled at the memory. I loved being with him. I hoped that the feeling lasted forever.
"What did you do last night?" I asked her.
"I ate dinner at Charley's," Amy said.
"How is that going?" I asked.
"Going good. What about you? I heard about that guy," Amy said.
"Oh, that. It's going great. I'm really happy. My parents don't know. You know how my dad is," I said. Amy nodded in understanding.
"Will I ever meet him?" Amy asked. I thought about this question. Amy kind of already did meet my boyfriend. She just didn't know it.
"Soon," I promised. I knew my time was running up and I was going to have to tell everyone the truth. It kind of relieved me. No more secrets. No more sneaking around. I had to admit, it got tiring.
"Fair enough. Why are you hiding him for?" Amy asked.
"It's complicated," I shrugged. The truth was that I knew people would not accept it. She wanted everyone to be happy but somehow there was no way I could make everyone happy. I also was afraid that when they became official he would change. I couldn't bare it if he turned out like Charley. I was afraid he would changing the things that made me fall in love with him in the first place.
"Well he must be something," Amy said kindly. I smiled at her. She was a good friend.
"We going to make that sign," I asked her. For game next week, the needed to make the sign for the players to run through.
"Yeah. Couch has been on me about it," She said rolling her eyes. I looked sympathetically at her. Their couch was impossible strict. Regardless, we liked and respected their coach.
"Being team captain is a bitch isn't," I said smirking. When deciding Captain all the team agreed that Amy should be Captain. I didn't know how she did it, but Amy managed to be in every sport offered and was able to get good grades.
"It is. If I knew I would have to deal with you on a daily basis I wouldn't have taken the job. " Amy said mournfully. I laughed but did the grownup thing and stuck my
tongue out at her.
Peter POV:
Being a well known magic act, I was use to strange people coming up to me asking strange questions. I once had a fan, sneak into his dressing room. It was nothing new for me, but it always was weird when people talked about the Vampire aspect of his show.
"Mr. Vincent, what do you make up the disappearances? Do you think a vampire did it?" A report said.
"Did you hear that they found a body… completely drained of blood," The reporter said. Peter just walked on by. It was obviously what was happening. Some sicko killing those people. No point in opening up old wounds. I went up to his apartment. I needed a drink. I hated these late shows.
"Good show tonight, Babycakes," Ginger said sarcastically.
"Not now Ginger. I'm not in the mood," I said.
"Awww, someone's PMS'ing today," Ginger cooed. I for the first time didn't tell her to fuck off, ignored her. I went opened the safe where I kept my really private things. I picked up and old piece of paper and examined
I always hated myself for looking at it but I did. I spent the greater half of my life looking for it. Whenever, I gotten close it turned out to be a false lead. I had to admitted it, I became obsessed with the deaths of his parents. He often wondered how his sister was, but knew she had a better life. His therapist once suggested that he should attempt to find his sister, but he said no. He didn't want to mess up her life.
"Peter," my boss called. I looked up to see my boss, Billy in the doorway.
"Hey Billy," I said.
"The shows are all sold out this week," I said informed him. I wasn't really listening. He heard it all before. When Billy was done talking , I made myself another drink.
Next Chapter: Ed and Annie have some quality time together. A friend goes missing.