Fright Night 1985

Twist of Fate

Chapter Fifteen

The Nightmare Begins

Part Two

by

~GaGa4FrightNight~

~Vendehla~

Her eyes fluttered, Thea felt the throbbing ache against the side of her head which was intensified by loud banging. She groaned, her eyes barely able to open, and through the pain within her head she heard her name being called by the muffled voice of Tayte's. Then her eyes widely snapped open the moment a loud crash sounded. She gasped upon shoving up off the floor. Her mind suddenly filled with everything that had happened.

"Thea!" Tayte shouted as she pushed passed Aiden and Charley who had broken in the doors. She rushed to her sister who sat on the floor before the bed. "Oh thank the Lord!" she praised and quickly dropped to her knees then gathered Thea in her arms, "I was but horrified when no one answered the door."

Thea's eyes were wide and again filled with tears. Slowly they shifted in direction where she last remembered Jerry, him being subdued by Yolanda. Her body began to fiercely tremble, her tear stricken eyes saw her beloved where the evil woman had left him. A loud sob passed her trembling lips then she shoved Tayte back. "No!" she loudly sobbed and crawled on hands and knees towards him, again she sobbed, "No!"

Charley heavily sighed with his shoulders slumped then stated the obvious, "We're to late." he painfully watched a reminder of his very moment when he discovered what had been done to his sweet Amy. "She got him." he stated, felt Thea's devastation for it was once his.

Thea was kneeled beside Jerry, her hands trembled as they neared his still form. "No," she continued to sob, tears streaked down her flushed cheeks and again she sobbed, "No, not let it be so." She rested her hands against his arm, his body lay on its side, his back faced her. "No, no, no," she pleaded for it all to be a nightmare, "Oh, please, God, let it not be."

"Thea," Tayte spoke up as she rose up onto her feet.

"No!" Thea yelled through a cracked sob. She dared and very carefully guided Jerry onto his back. Her sobs grew louder the further she guided him and the moment he dropped onto his back the nightmare was real. Her heart felt a sudden break. Her eyes glazed with heavy tears that continuously streamed down her cheeks. Before her eyes that nightmare was revealed real in the form of the bloodless mark at the side of his neck, the vacancy of his eyes, and the stillness of his body.

Tayte's eyes too filled with tears upon deeply sensing the pure agony which cruelly was inflicted on her beloved sister. Her hand covered her mouth. Always, since birth, they shared one another's pain and that moment was no exception. She took a step forward but startled the moment Thea loudly cried out with pure heartbreak. Her eyes looked to Aiden who was focused on her, she read his sympathy and sadness.

Thea uncontrollably cried, her sobs loud. Her body was consumed by trembles. She shook her head to deny what she saw before her eyes. Her fiercely trembling hands darted and grabbed the sides of Jerry's face. "No," she sobbed passed her trembling lips, "You cannot leave me." she protested what had been done, "She cannot have you." she continued to protest, "Please, stay with me. Do not let her take you from me."

Charley looked away. There was an obvious struggle inside him. To witness Thea in his place, face to face with losing someone to something evil, seemed difficult for him because that evil something was the very someone she was losing. He knew what brewed inside Jerry Dandridge was the thing that would come and attempt to destroy his life. Yet, if they were able to destroy Yolanda, that monster of 99 Oak would never exist.

Charley set aside his conflicts and cleared his throat. "We gotta find her." he spoke up over Thea's continuous sobs, "We find her and destroy her, we'll save Dandridge and well," he looked to Aiden, "We save the future too."

"Where do we begin?" Aiden questioned.

Charley looked again down at Thea and said, "We begin everywhere. She's here somewhere."

Tayte stepped up to Thea, she reached her hand and rested it against her sister's shoulder. "Thea," she softly spoke, "Come, we must leave."

"No!" Thea loudly protested and jerked her shoulder free of Tayte's touch, "I shall not leave him!"

"Thea, please," Tayte pleaded, "Once he wakens he shall not be him."

"No!" Thea again loudly protested, her eyes focused on Jerry's face, "No difference there be," she again sobbed as her hands tenderly caressed the sides of his face, "He shall always love me and I shall always love him."

"Thea," Tayte desperately pleaded, feared the monster that Jerry would wake as, heightened by Charley's information.

"Leave us be!" Thea shouted then reluctantly looked up at her sister's identical face filled with concern and fear. Her expression softened. She lifted her hand and grabbed Tayte's. "Alright it shall be, you shall see." she forced a smile, "You go, find her and destroy her."

Tayte squeezed Thea's hand. In reluctance she nodded then agreed, "Aye, we shall find her. She shall not succeed."

Thea nodded, held her struggled smile then shifted her eyes and again looked to Jerry. "Aye, never shall she succeed." she said with hope though the reality was before her, "He shall be saved."

Charley stepped forward, removed the rosary from around his neck. He stepped to Thea then crouched and reached the rosary to her. "Take this," he urged as Thea looked to him, "He gave it to me but you take it. Keep it on you at all times. We'll find a way to stop this." he glanced down at Jerry as Thea took the rosary from his hand then he again looked to her, "Because of you, I realized that Jerry Dandridge wasn't always a monster. I've seen that he was once just a man and seen how much he's capable of loving someone."

Thea softly smiled as she brought the fisted rosary against her chest. "Thank you, Charley Brewster." she sweetly said through slight sniffles, "Comforts me it does to know there be hope. There be a reason God brought you to us." her eyes again looked to Jerry, "To save us, to save him from evil, from becoming evil."

Charley somewhat smiled then rose up. He only hoped that they were able to find and destroy Yolanda before Jerry turned. He knew the consequences Thea would face if she were there the moment his eyes opened. He turned around and nodded to Aiden then announced, "We start now. We search every damned room from top to bottom then if you gotta, the outside too." He stepped forward to prepare to fight for the life of the very one who threatened his four hundred years in the future.

Tayte was hesitant but released her sister's hand. Yet, another hand took hers. Her head turned and looked into Aiden's eyes.

"We shall find a way." Aiden softly spoke with a slight nod, "We shall."

Tayte nodded, hoped they would find a way to put an end to the nightmare. She again looked down at Thea. "I love you, Sister." she said and watched Thea again look to her and give that always sweet smile, "Promise I do, there be nothing I shall not do to end this. You hurt, my Sister, we hurt."

"I love you," Thea responded then again looked again to her beloved Jerry.

Tayte felt Aiden slightly tug her to follow him. She stepped away from her mourning sister, her eyes refused to leave that image of agony. Aiden led her nearer the doors but she held her watch over her sister. "I love you!" she called out as Aiden led her out of the chamber, the doors closed behind her. Her heart ached for Thea. Now she truly understood the depth of the love between the Lord and her sister.

Charley led the way down the corridor, the task began, the effort to hunt down Yolanda started. Door after door was opened and each room thoroughly checked. Through corridor after corridor they inspected, each clenched a crucifix and armed with vials of holy water. Through that second floor they searched until they reached the chamber door of Lady Regine's where Kristof was kept sedated.

Tayte took lead, she knocked on the door. "Lady Regine!" she called through the door, "It be Tayte, Aiden, and Charley!"

First there was no response then came the sound of rushing feet. The door was heard unlocked then it flung open and all three saw a panic stricken Regine.

"He be gone!" Regine shouted, "I woke upon your announcement and discovered Kristof gone!"

"What?" Charley responded then rushed passed Regine and entered the room. A cool breeze immediately struck him and he quickly scanned the room to discover one of the large window wide open. He hurried for the window. "She took him!" he loudly stated and reached the window. He looked out into the darkness, they could be anywhere.

Regine looked to the strange young man and questioned, "Who took him? You speak of Yolanda?"

Charley turned and looked to Regine then nodded, "Yeah, Yolanda."

"But why?" Regine quickly asked, "And how had I not heard? How can this be possible?" she looked to Aiden, "He was heavily sedated, unconscious."

Charley left the window and stated, "We have to continue to search."

Regine again looked to Charley and inquired, "And what of my Kristof?"

"We find Yolanda, we find your husband, I guarantee it." Charley replied and stepped passed the confused woman. He knew Kristof's importance to Yolanda and thought, a brother was a vampire's perfect keeper.

Tayte stepped to Regine and suggested, "Stay here, my Lady, and lock the door behind us then lock the doors."

"What be happening?" Regine asked.

"My Lady, do as I say, I beg of you." Tayte responded, "We shall find your husband. We shall put an end to all this, be certain we shall." She turned and stepped out of the room closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath then hurried to follow Charley and Aiden.

Regine did not lock the door. She stood before the door with her mind toiling over what was happening. She determined she could not sit locked in a room when quite possibly her husband was in danger. She turned and fetched her robe and swiftly wrapped herself. She quickly moved to her husband's armoire, swung the doors open and snatched the leather satchel. She dug into the satchel and pulled out her husband's sheathed hunting blade. She carefully removed the blade from the leather sheath then cautiously tucked it gripped in her hand and disguised it beneath the drape of the robe sleeve.

To the door Regine marched and left the room. She would search on her own.

Thea remained seated on her knees beside Jerry. Her teary eyes remained focused on his face. Her trembling hand continued to lovingly stroke against the side of his face. She felt something odd, besides the obvious chill there was the beginning of trembles which were also becoming visible. Her fingers lightly combed back the length of his hair, felt the beginnings of sweat dampen the thick ebony. She remembered another time, five years prior when he trembled and sweated and was unconscious. And as right then, she stayed at his side.

Her eyes softened with the thought of his confession of the moment he had fallen for her. A gentle smile traced over her trembling lips. He confessed that the moment he opened his eyes for the first time, once the illness receded, he saw an angel. "Again," she softly spoke, "When you open your eyes, you shall again see me, your angel." Her lips pressed together. Her eyes squeezed closed and sent another trickle of tears down her cheeks.

"Please, God," she whispered in prayer, "I pray to You to not allow evil to take him from me." her clenched fist pressed against her heaving chest, the rosary wrapped about her left hand, "Please, God," she continued her prayers, "I beg of you My Lord and Savior to spare him. Assist them in defeating this evil that be attempting to consume him." her eyes again opened and looked to Jerry, "Please, God, please for I love him and shall give my all and everything to have him saved."

She leaned down and against Jerry's lips she pressed a promise, a promise nothing would stop her love for him. She leaned further and brushed her cheek against his, the sweat and trembles became more apparent. Her body adjusted as she rested the side of her face against his trembling shoulder. She lay beside him, her arm rested against his chest with her rosary entwined fingers rested directly above his heart. Her eyes closed.

"Stay with me." she whispered, "Please, stay with me, Jerry." she felt the swell of tears again fill behind her closed eyes, "You promised nothing would separate our love. Not judgment nor disapproval." she heavily sighed, "Stay with me, do not be with her." Her eyes opened and tears rolled from her eyes as they focused on his profile.

Regine moved about the darkened corridor, listened in the silence for any noises that might indicate the whereabouts of her husband. She had no real understanding what had become of her sister in law, the evil that she might face. She paused, heard voices. Her eyes shifted in search of the direction the voices came from and froze at a familiar door, Yolanda's chamber.

Regine took a deep breath and moved towards the door, the closer she came the more the voices became familiar. She recognized both Hungarian accented voices. She slowly approached the door, the voices louder. She leaned closer to the door and listened to what sounded as if Yolanda was preaching demands to who she knew was Kristof.

Yolanda stood dressed in deep black as she barked orders to her brother. "Certain you must be that all be put away properly." she instructed with demand, "All must be packed and ready for tomorrow evening we leave."

"Aye, Sister." Kristof agreed with a nod as he moved about picking up Yolanda's belongings that were left scattered over the floor.

"How dare they rummage through my belongings." Yolanda complained, "Quite disrespectful." her eyes looked to the broken chest on the floor, "That chest belonged to Mother and they rudely stole my journal as well." She pouted her full lips then her eyes darted aimed at the door. Her lips formed a wicked grin, sensed Regine's presence.

"Do come in, Sister!" Yolanda sang as she shifted on her fancy heels and aimed facing the door, "I know you be there, Regine, I can smell you." Her grin broadened as her black eyes focused on the door as it started to creep open.

Regine felt the fear rise inside her, heard the wickedness in Yolanda's tone. Her husband was of great importance and she would do as needed to save him from whatever spell Yolanda had cast. She slipped into the room, her eyes immediately snagged with Yolanda's.

"You be alone, dear Sister?" Yolanda questioned, her eyes briefly glanced behind Regine and saw no followers, "Good," she again locked her eyes with Regine's, "And what might I do for you, hmm? Come to find your husband, my Brother, hmm?"

"Aye," Regine replied then looked to her husband who was frantically neatly packing Yolanda's belongings, "Kris." She waited for a response or acknowledgment from him but he continued his frantic work, "Kristof!" He finally paused, she watched him glance at her with those blank eyes then he quickly went straight back to work. Her eyes again looked to Yolanda then she asked, "What have you done to him?"

"A Brother be loyal to his sister, am I mistaken?" Yolanda stated and inquired, "As loyal be your brother to you. Oh," she somewhat chuckled, "I have forgotten, just briefly, that your brother in ways had taken the servant whore over you and your disapproval of their tainted affair." She shook her head in mock pity while clicking her tongue against her teeth.

Regine stepped forward with her blade yielding hand tucked behind her back and her eyes narrowed into a stern glare. "You know nothing of my brother." she snapped back, "And I demand you to release your hold over my husband and whomever you hold against their will!"

Yolanda bellowed with a loud cackle, found Regine's demand humorous and foolish. "You Dandridge's and your misconstrued belief of your grandeur." she laughed then grew more serious, "All that be changed for be I of grandeur and authority over this household."

"You foolish woman!" Regine snapped with her face grimaced, "You have no rights to do any of this! This be all done out the truth that Jerry has never once looked to you as wife or lover!" she took another defiant step forward with her fingers tensely rubbing against the hidden blade's handle, "You loathe those who have found happiness and love because you lack both in your miserable existence! I have but tolerated you in sake of my husband!"

Yolanda's expression grew twisted with disdain, her eyes became intensely inflamed by the evil orange. She felt those bitter fangs elongate as her lips trembled with growing rage. "Hush your mouth!" she shouted with her tone low and wicked, "You have always been an arrogant bitch!" she sneered and revealed those grown fangs, "A blessing it be the moment I took it upon myself to secure that you would never conceive a child with my Brother and tarnish our lineage!"

Regine gasped in response to Yolanda's cruel confession. Her free hand slapped against her empty womb. "What?" she again gasped.

"Aye, for years and years in your absence," Yolanda hatefully explained, "A little concoction every day and my Brother's ability to impregnate your useless corpse was taken away. Hence, no pitter-patter of little feet." She again mockingly laughed, indulged in Regine's devastated expression.

"You," Regine started to fume, slowly brought her hand from behind her back, "You awful and evil, Bitch!" She darted forward, brought up her arm unveiling the held blade. She raced forward prepared to plunge the blade into Yolanda's evil heart. But the moment she reached and swung down to embed that blade, Kristof stepped directly before Yolanda and into his chest and heart the blade stabbed. She belted out a horrified scream the very moment she realized what she had done.

"No!" Regine screamed, her eyes wide in horror and filled with tears, "Kristof, no!"

Yolanda stepped back, her expression without true emotion. She watched her brother stagger then suddenly drop to his knees. "Oh dear," she managed to speak without any emotion.

Regine dropped to her knees before her husband. Her hands frantically snatched him by the face. "Oh, Lord, what have I done?" she questioned her actions, "Kristof, my Darling, I had not meant..." she watched his eyes roll then from her grasp he collapsed backward down against the floor. Her eyes painfully stared at the death consumed expression of her husband's bearded face. Her eyes shifted to the blade protruding from his chest, his hand limply gripped the handle as blood turned the white frill of his shirt dark crimson. "No," she sobbed.

"Well," Yolanda spoke up then casually commented, "That I had not expected. Yet, expected I did for him to defend my life."

Regine looked up at the devil woman. "How could you be so cold?" she questioned, "He be your brother?"

"Aye, he was," Yolanda corrected Regine's reference, "But now he be no more because of you, correct?"

"You be pure evil." Regine fought back her sobs.

Yolanda shrugged then decided it was time to deal with Regine. "No more of this," she limply tossed her arms, "I must tend to those three roaming about this manor then peek in on your brother's progress." she mused when Regine frowned in question, "Oh, of course you do not know, but soon your brother shall be mine and what be a much more pleasant fact be when he opens his beautiful eyes he shall kill the whore, who shall be no more!" She laughed at her little rhyme then darted and swiftly snatched the back of Regine's hair and jerked her head back.

Without further hesitation Yolanda tore her fangs into Regine's neck.

Charley, Aiden, and Tayte reached the grand staircase, they had searched the second floor as thoroughly as possible. They knew it was possible that during their lengthy search through those many corridors that Yolanda could have gone where they had already searched. There was sense that they would likely begin to search in over and over circles throughout the manor. At least until Yolanda decided to reveal herself.

"I guess we start searching the main floor." Charley guessed and started down the steps.

"Why do we not split up." Tayte suggested, "The manor be too grand a size for we to search as one."

Charley paused and looked up at Tayte and said, "Yeah, if we split up she'll have an easier time picking us off one by one."

"You know she shall return to Lord Dandridge." Tayte stated the truth, "Be it not wise that we stay near him?"

Charley thought for a moment then suggested, "How about this? We make a quick check of the main floor then check in on Thea?"

Tayte took her own moment to think, was concerned about her sister being alone. She reluctantly nodded, "Aye but let us be quick." She stepped down with Aiden at her side.

Suddenly a scream caused them to stop their descend down the stairs. All three returned to the landing and raced towards the direction the scream had come from.

Thea sniffled, she never budged from Jerry's side. She laid there nearly huddled against him, her mind constantly prayed that he would be saved. She desperately tried to ignore the evidence that what Yolanda had infected him with was taking him over. His body now was nearly convulsive with trembles and his ruffled shirt drenched in sweat. There was no desire to leave his side. She pushed away the fear of what would happen once the trembles and sweating stopped followed by his eyes opening.

She started to softly hum a sweet melody she remembered her mother once hummed when she and Tayte were not orphans. Her eyes remained focused on his face, saw the distinct changes within his vacant eyes, a discoloration of red. Her fingers tentatively combed through the side length of his sweat soaked hair.

She startled the moment she heard a woman's scream. She lifted up and looked to the doors. She sat up more, her eyes focused on the doors. What was happening? Her mind raced with horrifying scenarios. Was the scream from her sister or perhaps the evil Yolanda was being conquered. Her eyes darted and looked down at Jerry, there was no evidence of the change having stopped which meant it was not Yolanda.

She again looked to the doors. "Tayte," she whispered. Would she feel if something tragic happened to her identical sister? They always felt one another's emotional pain. Always they sensed when the other was upset.

Slowly she rose up onto her feet, focused on the doors.

All three raced with racing hearts and breaths. Where had the scream come from? They briefly checked on Regine to discover her gone which aimed that the scream possibly came from her somewhere else. They ran down the length of another corridor and to their right was an open door that they knew led to Yolanda's chamber, a room they had previously checked during the lengthy process of scouring the second floor.

They nearly slammed into one another stopping before the open doorway.

Yolanda swiftly drew back and let Regine's lifeless body thud to the floor. Her wide orange eyes looked to the shocked faces peering through the open doorway. She viciously snarled, her fangs coated in Regine's blood and lips glistening red.

Charley swiftly dug into his pocket for the holy water. His hand darted up with the crucifix tightly fisted at the base. He entered the room.

Yolanda again snarled, her eyes focused on the holy object Charley firmly held and aimed at her. She snapped her jaws like a vicious animal. She lifted her hand, lengthened fingers coiled, and pointed at the crucifix. "Keep away!" she lowly demanded, "Keep away from me with that!"

Charley clenched his jaw, focused on the task of destroying the vampire. He continued forward, watched her eyes wildly focused on the holy relic.

"Keep away, I say!" Yolanda again demanded with a slight crack of fear.

Aiden and Tayte stepped forward to either side of Charley and both lifted their arms with their hands tightly fisted around similar crucifixes. Both aimed their faith in direction of the vampire.

Charley removed the vial, his fingers twisted off the cork then his fingers gripped firmly around the glass vial. He continued forward, Yolanda seemingly unable to pry her eyes from the crucifix.

Yolanda could feel the weakening power that radiated blessed faith from all three crucifixes but her eyes were unable to shift from Charley's. "No!" she protested, "Keep away!" She felt her body frozen, stiffened by the powerful faith seemingly drawing away her strength.

Charley continued forward, all three came closer to the vampire. He prepared, lowered his hand that held the vial. His fist tightened, waited the very moment he was close enough to douse the vampire with the blessed water. He paused, his eyes focused on her terrified face that started to distort into the true face of evil, similar to the image he witnessed from Dandridge. His jaw flexed then without further hesitation he swung his arm up and forward. The holy water swiftly emerged from the vial and struck the targeted vampire across the side of her face.

Yolanda screeched, the flesh of her face instantly seared from the blessed liquid. Her hands gathered over her face as she continued to hideously screech. The pain was agonizing, the side of her beautiful face being disfigured. She spun to the side continuing her screeches. Her distorted fingers coiled but she feared touching the burning side of her face. Her wide eyes peered through her fingers at the far window. Her arms threw back and forward she darted aimed for the window.

"Shit!" Charley cursed, he darted in attempt to stop the vampire from escaping.

Yolanda charged and the moment she neared the window her heels pushed against floor. Her supernatural ability sent her effortlessly colliding with the multi-paned window. Through the glass her body lunged and into the night she disappeared.

Charley stumbled and stopped just before the window. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted then spun and looked to the shocked expressions of Aiden and Tayte's, "Dammit!"

"Shall she retreat to Lord Dandridge?" Aiden question Charley, desperate to hold back his fear.

Charley thought for a moment. That night, that horrifying night where he and Peter fought against another evil, he remembered Dandridge's desperation for help. Dandridge had awoken Amy. His eyes refocused and he stated, "I think she's gonna attempt to wake Dandridge."

"Thea," Tayte gasped.

(Author)

OMG right? Oh here we go! This was part two of the nightmare's beginning now we will commence with the nightmare's ending... what's gonna happy, y'all? What am I gonna do send y'all into shock? Mwahahahahaha.. ya gotta wait! :P

FRIGHT NIGHT FOREVA!