Fright Night 1985

Twist Of Fate

Chapter Fourteen

The Nightmare Begin

Part One

by

~GaGa4FrightNight~

~Vendehla~

"It's almost dark." Charley stated as he, Aiden, and Tayte finished the lengthy task of preparing for the uncertainty of that evening.

They managed to gather nearly every drop of holy water from the village church and whatever blessed objects the local clergy allowed them to 'borrow'. All the crucifixes of all shapes and sizes were removed from every room and wall throughout the Dandridge manor and were handed out to all those who resided. Numerous stakes were whittled out of kindling and any stake worthy limbs from surrounding trees. Even a decent amount of garlic bulbs were confiscated from manor's large food cellar and much purchased from the local market vendor. For hours and hours they prepared and the drape of night began outside.

Charley looked out the window within the servant's dining room, the table cluttered with all their collected and prepared weapons against evil. The rim of dusk was still visible in the distant horizon, the already darkening sky seemed vacant of any stars. His eyes studied the gradual darkening, it seemed as if that awaited evil was making its approach towards the estate and its manor. Could he truly be able to again battle those dark forces? It was somewhat comforting that there were more than just two prepared for the fight. And it seemed that it took less effort to convince those of the 17th century of vampires than in his 20th century.

Charley turned away from the window and looked to his battle companions, Aiden and Tayte. "So, you guys ready for this?" he asked and stepped to the large table, "You're gonna likely see some serious shit tonight that will seem really unbelievable but you gotta keep on believing and always," he lifted a large crucifix, "Always have faith, faith is the key in all this. A vampire will not be effected if you don't have faith." He tucked the crucifix in the large pocket of the vested waistcoat, the rosary Jerry had given him draped around his neck.

Aiden nervously nodded, his mind fumbled anxiously with the strange reality of what was possibly going to take place. He startled, felt a hand grip his. His head slowly turned and discovered Tayte looking to him with an actual soft smile. His eyes firstly frowned then a smile formed. Just the simplicity of her hand in his and the smile she gave seemed to boast him from his almost cowardly and fearful concerns.

"Jerry and Thea," Charley spoke up but paused upon looking to Aiden and Tayte. His eyes shifted to Tayte then back to Aiden. A smile formed, was he possibly witnessing the moment Peter Vincent's ancestry was made? He cleared his throat and watched the two quickly look to him, both blushed. "Yeah, Jerry and Thea," he spoke, "Did they lock up somewhere safe?"

"Aye," Tayte spoke up with a nod, "They be in the Lord's chamber."

Charley shook his head and stated, "I just hope it's enough to keep her away from them. Vampire's have a way to get into places without being noticed."

"The Lord shall make certain no harm comes to Thea." Tayte confidently stated.

Charley again shook his head then explained, "You have no real clue what we're going to be dealing with." he looked to Tayte and Aiden, "I saw, I witnessed how damned determined these things are when they want something. They'll do whatever it takes, kill whoever gets in there way."

Tayte frowned in response to Charley's explanation then responded, "The Lord be quite strong. He shall never allow anything to happen to my sister."

Charley's eyes dropped, the memory of what his monster Dandridge had done to Amy entered his reality. "Yeah, but if somehow Yolanda succeeds and turns him," his eyes reluctantly lifted with the horrifying memory reflected in his eyes, "It won't be Yolanda who'll hurt your sister."

Tayte's frown tensed. She pulled her hand back from Aiden's then tightly crossed her arms. "And what might be you suggesting?" she asked with a disliking sternness in her tone.

"Exactly," Charley replied as he tucked a glass vial of holy water into his waistcoat, "He gets turned, likely Yolanda will see to it that Thea's the first on his bloodthirsty menu."

"That shall not happen!" Tayte defensively commented, "He would do no such thing!"

"When they're vampires," Charley firmly spoke, "They will do anything the one that's turned them wants them to do. I know!" he pointed at himself, "My girlfriend was turned and all she wanted to do was kill me because it was what HE wanted. They have no control, that control belongs to who made them."

"Then I shall kill him!" Tayte loudly and firmly stated.

Aiden gasped, his wide eyes looked to Tayte with surprise then somewhat mumbled, "No, do not say such a thing."

Tayte snapped her eyes to Aiden then firmly said, "I shall do whatever must be done to protect my sister!"

Charley quickly slammed his hand against the table, caught both Aiden and Tayte's attention. "Yeah, Dandridge still might be turned," he honestly stated, his eyes narrowed and firm, "But that doesn't mean we gotta kill him. We have to destroy her, destroy Yolanda! Destroying her before the dawn of his first day as a vampire, we have a chance to save him!"

"Then," Tayte lifted her chin, "Then we shall destroy her! But," she uncrossed her arms then leaned forward with her hands flat against the table, "If there be any attempt from the Lord against my sister's life, I shall not hesitate to bring him down."

Charley gave a sharp nod then said, "Well, hopefully that won't happen. Hopefully we'll destroy her before anything happens to Dandridge."

Suddenly, from within the bowels of the servant's quarters came a gut wrenching scream.

All three looked to the room's entrance. The scream faded.

Charley's heart sank and stomach churned. It seemed a scream always began the nightmare just as it had centuries in the future. He snatched another vial of holy water then rushed around the table. The nightmare had begun as predicted.

Out of the servant's dining room Charley rushed with Aiden and Tayte quick behind him. He skidded to a stop and looked down the shadowed corridor. To his left he darted, his fist clenched around the holy water vial and the other hand gripped the dangling crucifix around his neck. Then from the left the older and portly servant Sylvia staggered and stumbled from her chamber she shared with the youthful Mary.

"What happened?!" Charley yelled and watched the horrified older woman look to him. He skidded to a stop before the open doorway then turned his head and saw what had turned Sylvia pale with fear. His stepped into the doorway, his eyes looked to the twin sized bed tucked against the left wall and there laid a wide eyed Mary.

"We were but asleep!" Sylvia said with a fearful tremble, "I but woke upon a noise and once the lantern was lit that," she shakily lifted her hand and pointed through the doorway passed Charley, "That be what I saw." She loudly sobbed just as Tayte rushed to her side and embraced her.

Charley stepped into the small room, his eyes focused on the deathly pale face of Mary's. His heart raced erratically and chest heaved steadily. He had never seen the results of a vampire's attack. Yes, he saw the effects of the vampire's bite on Amy but those women who were murdered, he only saw them alive just before they became another victim of the vampire's hunger.

Aiden stepped into the room behind Charley. His eyes widened then he pushed passed Charley as his physician side immediately took over. He rushed to the twin sized bed and promptly snatched Mary's limp arm by the wrist and pressed two fingers against her wrist, no pulse. He reached and turned the youth's head to the side. He gasped and swiftly drew his hand back. Before his wide eyes was the most unbelievable evidence of the truths and reality of Charley's tales. Two glistening punctures were prominent at the high slope of poor Mary's young neck. His head darted and eyes looked to Charley.

Charley saw the vampire's signature marks, saw them once before on Amy's neck. His eyes slowly shifted and looked to Aiden, saw the fear wide within his eyes. "She's in the house." he stated with a deep exhale then nodded, "She's fed now she'll go for Dandridge." He quickly spun around and looked to the concerned expression of Tayte's as she cradled Sylvia.

Jerry stood before the closed and latched window of his chamber, the key to the chamber clenched in his hand. He had watched the sky darken, nearly black it had become as if announcing what was to come. The room was silent, just the soft sounds of the fireplace crackling and only the light from that fireplace illuminated the room. His mind was still troubled, troubled beyond nearly no comprehension. The unpredictability of the dire situation heavily reflected within his tensed brown eyes.

He continued to stand in silence, his fingers rubbed and rolled the brass key. His head turned and eyes peered across the room at the shadowed canopy bed. He had urged Thea to sleep while he kept watch. The tension across his brow and eyes lessened. He left the window and walked across the floor towards the bed, moved passed the locked double doors. And as he approached the bed, something seemed to emerge through the keyholes and the very seams of the doors.

From the keyholes and seams a type of smoky mist billowed, seeped almost in the manner of a serpent. Towards the floor the mist or fog reflected, twisted, and churned.

Jerry stepped beside the bed, his eyes focused on Thea who, again, mirrored that of a sleeping angel. His eyes held their soft expression as he stared down at her lovely face. There was nothing he would not do in every effort to prevent harm coming to her, would even lay out his own life if it meant saving hers. His hand lowered and very gently the back of his fingers caressed against the softness of her warm cheek. He slowly leaned down, unaware of the shadow that creeped upward from the floor. Very gently he pressed a kiss against Thea's cheek, the shadow formed into the silhouette of a woman's. His eyes snapped open, a sense of something looming quickly struck him.

Firstly he slowly rose up, that looming sense heightened as the shadow's form became more defined. He made the decision, it was time to come face to face with what he knew was Yolanda which had been anticipated. Swiftly he spun around but to his surprise he was snatched firmly by the throat. His eyes widened upon the visual of Yolanda's eyes, no longer wicked black but now an evil orange defining the thing she hand become.

His hand snatched her wrist but her strength was unbelievably overpowering. He nearly choked against her tightened vice. His eyes watched her lips form into a grin of pure evil which was heightened by blood stained unnatural fangs. He was fearful of waking Thea, fearful of what Yolanda the devil would do his precious angel. His eyes flinched wider upon the feel of his boots slowly begin lifting off the floor by Yolanda's supernatural strength, a strength greater than any mortal man. Again he started to choke, desperate to control the loudness in effort to leave Thea asleep.

"Greetings," Yolanda finally spoke, her lips moved against the bitterness of her fangs, "Are we fearful of waking the servant?" the evilness of her grin intensified, "Ah, not I for I wish her to wake and bear witness to me taking what be mine." the grin faded beneath the wicked sternness of her expression then she shouted, "That be you!" Then without hesitation she tossed Jerry from the bed and sent him through the air and crashed down into a table in the center of the chamber.

Thea immediately startled awake. She darted up and her eyes looked to the naked profile of Yolanda's as she stood to the side focused across the room. Her eyes widened then shifted erratically in search for Jerry.

Yolanda darted her head and focused her wild orange eyes down at Thea who loudly gasped the moment their eyes met. "Greetings, whore." she hissed, "Awake in time you be."

Jerry loudly groaned, felt his entire body ache from the violent manner he struck and crumbled the table. He struggled and pushed himself seated. His eyes immediately focused on Yolanda and onto his feet he pushed himself. He rushed forward prepared to do as needed to defeat the creature she had become.

"I think not." Yolanda snipped then spun and faced the charging Lord. Swiftly she again snatched him by his throat, ignored the loud protest from Thea. "You shall not get the best of me, Jeremiah." she wickedly stated as her hand, fingers lengthened and nails distorted into claws, began to tighten about his throat, "For, my Love, I be far more stronger than you." she tightened her vice and joyously watched his knees begin to buckle, "Bow before me for I shall in moments be your maker."

Thea scrambled and stood up on the bed and without another thought towards her own well being, she lunged and leapt onto Yolanda's bare back. Her arms instinctively wrapped around the woman's neck then slapped her hands over her face. "Let him be!" she shouted in the woman's ear.

Yolanda did not release Jerry, she simply reached behind and grabbed a fistful of Thea's bundled hair and with barely no effort, she jerked Thea off and forward. She effortlessly gripped Thea's hair, the servant on her knees beside her, and kept her vice tight around Jerry's throat. "How sweet," she said with mock, "The whore wishes to protect her lord and master." She wickedly laughed, mocked the lovers.

Jerry was unable to pry the grip from his throat, his knees buckled and he dropped hard against the floor before Yolanda. His eyes looked to Thea, she fought with that fieriness she shared with Tayte, her hands clawed against Yolanda's relentless grip of her hair. His eyes darted and looked up at Yolanda who looked positively amused as she focused on Thea. "No!" he strained with protest and Yolanda quickly focused on him, "Let her be!"

"And why should I?" Yolanda quickly asked, "She serves no purpose in our combined fates, my Love. There not be a purpose to see in sparing a simple and meaningless life such as hers."

Thea glared hatefully up at the monster of a woman. "A wicked thing you be!" she spitefully snapped up at the woman or creature or whatever Yolanda had become.

Yolanda loudly laughed, found the servant's spite quite amusing. "Oh, perhaps of some use she might be." she devilishly stated, "Aye, she be perfect." She wickedly grinned down at Jerry, blissfully watched his eyes fill with dread. Her face faded into seriousness then she announced, "Now be the time to take you, my Love," her eyes focused within his, "Everything that you have known shall perish. All those you love shall perish. Everything that once was yours shall perish. And the moment all perished, there shall only be I in your world, in our world." she slowly leaned down closer and kept her eyes first with his, "You shall love me, only me. Our love shall be for all eternity."

Thea continued to struggle, desperate to free herself of Yolanda's grip. Her eyes reactively filled with tears as they widely watched the woman lean closer to Jerry. "No!" she protested, desperately dug her nails into the back of Yolanda's hand but the woman's did not relinquish her grip. "NO!" she nearly screamed, swung her hands forward as the woman held her back at an arms length.

"Aye, the time be now." Yolanda stated, ignored Thea's protests and violently clawing and slapping hands. And without further delay, her lips widely parted unveiling her fangs then with a twist of her hand she lunged and bore her fangs into the very side of Jerry's neck.

Thea screamed the moment she watched Yolanda make her final move. Her eyes filled with tears as more streamed down her cheeks. Her hair was released, Yolanda's attention focused solely on devouring Jerry and delivering him into the darkness. She dropped back, felt helpless as her eyes were wide and forced to watch her beloved be taken away from her. "No," she sobbed, heard his strained vocals and the distinct sound of his blood being drained from his body, from his heart. She pushed herself, fought against the urge to take defeat and again lunged at the woman but, without turning from the determined task, Yolanda swung and struck her which sent her collided against the floor unconscious.

(Author)

Yep, this was the beginning of the very nightmare that made Jerry Dandridge the vampire Charley had faced but the question is, can or will Jerry be saved from eternal damnation because of Charley's presence? Will Thea face a similar scenario as Charley, come face to face with the vampire version of her beloved Lord Dandridge? Would Tayte make an attempt on Jerry's life to protect Thea? Will Yolanda become successful in creating the dark creature Jerry was in the 20th century? So many questions and only I know the answers! Well, Vendehla knows too, somewhat, but as this is nearing it's climax I'm about to turn it on its head! :)

FRIGHT NIGHT FOREVA!