Fright Night 1985

Twist of Fate

Chapter Eighteen

The Nightmare Ends

Part Three

by

~GaGa4FrightNight~

~Vendehla~

All three, Tayte, Charley and Aiden became on high alert. Each faced the chapel threshold with nervous eyes looking to Yolanda.

Yolanda scanned and eyed the three foes but, she curiously thought, where was the third? Where was the identical sister of Tayte? Where was the one individual she despised the most out of all of them? "Where might she be?" she questioned aloud, her eyes stopped on that mirrored image of Thea's but the expression was without that sickening sweetness, "Where be your so sweet sister, hmm?"

Tayte stared down the wicked woman, refused to speak a word.

Yolanda grinned, perhaps her intentions were met. "Oh, please say it be so." she chimed with a slight snicker, "Could it be the servant whore became the Lord's first taste of blood, hmm?" she clasped her hands together with excitement, "Please let it be."

"No!" Tayte shouted, "I believe in my heart," she slapped her fist against her chest just over her fast paced heart, "What you had so wickedly planned had not occurred."

Yolanda belted a cackled laugh, found Tayte naive just as the sister. She cleared her throat, amused by Tayte's spiteful glare. "That not be how it goes." she stated, "He be mine and shall do as I bid." she again scanned all three faces then stopped on Tayte's, "And I demanded that he kill all of you. Fine it be if he hunted down and started with the sweetest. I be positive she tasted just as sickeningly sweet as her demeanor."

"Oh you be very wrong." Tayte defiantly said then stepped forward, "For he had not hunted as you assume." she paused a couple feet from the threshold, "You are gravely mistaken about what you believe you created in the Lord. I predict the Lord be nothing as his maker, you."

Yolanda sneered, disliked Tayte's blatant defiance and attempt to convince her that Jerry had not done as demanded. "Your prediction be naive!" she grumbled back at Tayte, "By this very moment, likely your sister be sprawled on the floor lifeless, wide eyed, and be without a single drop of her mortal blood." she held her evil sneer, "Just as the three of you shall be before dawn." She again loudly cackled in mock of their stubborn refusal to accept she had already won.

"Laugh, so be it." Tayte again defiantly spoke, "But you shall discover that your pathetic attempt to control Lord Dandridge failed. No matter what darkness you plague him, his heart, with or without a beat, shall always belong to my Sister!"

Yolanda ended her cackle and her face grew void of expression. Her dark eyes focused on Tayte and gradually the blackness was consumed by the brilliant orange. "Never!" she snapped, her fangs grown, "His heart be mine for all eternity! Only mine! Never shall his heart belong to that whore again! She be dead as shall all of you," she glared her wide eyes at all three, "The moment all of you step passed this threshold, I and my eternal beloved shall devour each and every one of you." her lips formed a sinister grin that flashed a hint of her fangs, "But, I shall make certain your deaths not be quick. Oh, they shall be slow, oh so slow and painful."

"Make your threats, you soulless thing!" Tayte shouted back, "Once we step across that threshold shall be the moment you meet your end!"

"No end for me!" Yolanda's smugly corrected, "I am eternal, forever apart of the Darkness as shall be him!" She became eerily calm, straightened her posture with her chin lifted then stated, "And in effort to prove the truth of your sister's fate," she shifted to the side, "I shall retrieve her lifeless whore corpse and deliver it here before this threshold and before your very eyes." she insanely grinned, "Dawn approaches, my pets, and soon Jeremiah shall officially belong to me."

"No!" Charley spoke up, stepped passed Tayte, "I've got a better idea."

Yolanda chuckled, "And what that be, you odd young man?"

Charley grinned, a plan was devised, then he said, "A bargain."

"Bargain? Ha!" Yolanda thought the boy foolish, "And why should I make a bargain with dinner?"

"Well, you wanna prove Thea's dead and want us dead, right?" Charley questioned her, watched her evil orange eyes frown, "Am I right or what?"

"That be obvious, you halfwit!" Yolanda snapped at the boy.

"Okay, well," Charley took a step forward, "How about we all go to where Dandridge is with Thea? You do know where they are don't ya, since you're like his whatever?"

"Aye," Yolanda took offense to his condescending tone and question, "Of course.

"Okay then," Charley gave a sharp nod, "I see it this way, if Dandridge has killed Thea, well we're pretty much screwed." he gestured to Tayte and Aiden then himself, "So, if you're right, Thea's dead, well you've won. I'm tired of dealing with bullshit vampires like you." he became bitter, "And if Thea's dead and Dandridge is an evil son of a bitch like you, well, I have no hope getting home, so I'm screwed."

"Get to your point!" Yolanda grumbled with a roll of her eyes.

"Okay, jeez," Charley shook his head, "We'll give up. We're finished anyways because I know there's no saving Dandridge if he's fed already." he tossed his hands up as if he truly gave up, "Just lead us to where they're at, prove to us Dandridge did what you wanted, and then it'll be over. You win. End of this screwed up nightmare."

"You say that you willingly give up?" Yolanda questioned with doubt.

"Only if you prove us wrong about Dandridge." Charley responded, "But if Dandridge hasn't killed Thea, which I believe, then we finish this down to the very bitter end."

"You must be very stupid or beyond confident." Yolanda said, intrigued by the boy's bargain. She looked to the other two who barely expressed any emotion then asked, "You two agree to this lunacy?"

Tayte looked to Aiden as he looked to her. Both turned their eyes and looked to Yolanda, both nodded in agreement.

"Well, three idiots." Yolanda laughed.

"Well, what do ya say?" Charley asked Yolanda, "We got a damned bargain or what because your time is running out." he shifted eyes to the row of towering stained glass windows, "By what I can tell," he pointed at the windows, "It's getting to look like dawn is right around the corner."

Yolanda looked to the windows Charley pointed at. Her eyes slightly widened then darted to Charley's face. "Very well, you stupid boy." she grinned, "We shall gather to the Lord's chamber where I undoubtedly suspect we shall discover a lifeless whore then you three shall meet your ends."

"Fine!" Charley snipped at her as he crossed his arms over his chest, "You first. I don't trust you."

Yolanda grimaced at his insinuation, "How do I know that you shall not just run out the doors of this manor, hmm?"

"We have no where to run or hide." Charley stated, "We want this over and done with just as much as your crazy ass!"

Yolanda continued to grimace in response to the boy's crudeness. "You have no manners nor respect, boy." she commented then announced, "So be it. I expect your arrival to the Lord's chamber shortly and prepare yourselves for death, hmm. No groveling," she shooed her hand at them, "I have no time to hear pleas for mercy."

"Just go!" Charley grumbled at her with annoyance, "We'll be there, no problem, lady."

Yolanda snootily lifted her chin then stated, "I shall personally," she pointed at Charley, "Take care of you."

"Yeah, guarantee that's not gonna happen, crazy lady." Charley somewhat laughed at her.

"So rude," Yolanda complained then turned on her heels and moved down the corridor, "See all of you, soon!"

Charley released a long breath, felt weakened by what he had just done. He slowly turned and found Aiden and Tayte looking at him as if he were nuts. "Come on," he whined, "I had to figure out something. I know Thea's alive and Dandridge won't allow Yolanda to hurt her." he patted both of them on their shoulders, "So, we get up there," he pointed up at the ceiling, "And her crazy ass gets there, we just might have a chance to save Dandridge."

"You best be right!" Tayte snapped at Charley then pointed at him, "Anything happens, all your damned fault it be!"

"Okay!" Charley tossed his hands up, palms faced forward, "I'll take the blame."

Thea's arms held Jerry tightly. She had held him the entire time, that obvious struggle inside him strengthened. The hunger the curse instilled inside him grew. His body trembled against hers, her arms embraced him with her hands gently stroking the length of his hair. Both sat on their knees atop the bed, the side of his face pressed against her heaving chest. His eyes tightly closed as he listened to the peacefulness of her steady heartbeat but that heartbeat also offered the temptation to cease it's rhythm. His arms too embraced around her, his trembling hands firmly pressed back against her corseted back, fingertips slightly curled and dug his slightly lengthened nails against the stiff material.

Thea's eyes were closed, the side of her face rested against the top of his thick ebony hair. From her lips she started to hum then gradually words of song were whispered, "If this world be wearing thin and you be thinking of escape," the words were those her mother sung to she and Tayte, "I shall go anywhere with you, just wrap me up in chains." she softly hummed then again whispered in sweet melody, "But if you try to go out alone, do not think I shall understand," she sighed then spoke instead of singing, "Stay with me."

"How sweet," a wicked tone spoke up.

Jerry's eyes snapped wide open, red consumed, and looked to the source of all the recent suffering which included his own, Yolanda.

"Makes me ill." Yolanda sneered. Damned Tayte, she grumbled in thought, was correct. There the proof was, Jerry had not done as demanded. Her wickedly orange eyes locked with Jerry's, she instantly read his struggle with that hunger, the same hunger she recently satisfied with a couple household servants. "What be wrong, Jeremiah?" she questioned with a mocking pout about her lips, "Hungry?"

Thea narrowed her eyes at Yolanda, refused to relinquish her embrace of Jerry. She tightened her embrace, firmly pressed her hands, one against his back and the other against the back of his head. She whispered to him, "Stay with me."

Yolanda took a step forward, heard the house wench's whispered plea. She kept her eyes firmly locked with Jerry's. "Now be the time, my Love," she spoke with an attempt to sound sympathetic, "Time to ease your hunger," she quickly gestured to Thea with her eyes but maintained her focus with his, "Be the right moment, just as dawn clears in the horizon." she took another step forward, "And the moment you satisfy that hunger, we shall begin our eternity, together."

Jerry's eyes narrowed, the lines between his furrowed brow prominent. Yolanda was not who he wished nor desired an eternity with, only Thea. Internally he fought that hunger but it was gradually weakening his ability to reject that cursed desire to take the first taste of mortal blood. He knew Yolanda sensed his struggle and she was about to play it against him.

"Please, Jeremiah," Yolanda continued to portray sympathy, "How wonderful it be that first taste of mortal blood and how wondrous it eases your struggles and pains."

"Leave him be!" Thea finally spoke up, "He shall stay with me, not be with you!"

Yolanda's eyes darted then glared at the sweet and pretty face of true sympathy and concern displayed only for Jerry. "Shut up, whore!" she loudly snapped, "It be too late for him now! He be mine!" her lips formed a sinister grin then with calm confidence claimed, "And you shall be but a memory and in time, you shall be not even that."

"To hell with you!" Thea snapped back, "Hell you shall go, you evil bitter thing!"

Jerry suddenly released Thea and pushed back out of her embrace. His eyes again locked with Yolanda's.

Yolanda transformed her grin into a cunning smile. "That be it, my immortal beloved," she sang to him, "Just one swift blow and all shall be over. No more miseries. No more pain. Only eternity with me."

Thea snatched hold of Jerry's hand with both of hers. She swiftly brought his hand against her chest. She held back a gasp the moment his eyes darted to hers, the red vibrant within his wide eyes. Tears filled her eyes then she made a promise, a vow she believed would hold him to her forever. "If you be meant to be forever this," she spoke to him, "Then I vow to be forever with you." She turned her back on her earlier plea that they remain together as mortals but if fate determined that he should remain cursed then she determined that would be her fate as well.

"Forever?" Jerry questioned Thea.

Thea gently nodded then brought a hand against the side of his face, "Aye, forever." She saw passed that violent red within his eyes then beyond into the depths of his soul where she knew he truly loved her. "Aye," she spoke again with another nod, "Stay with you forever I shall."

"Oh, enough!" Yolanda loudly grumbled with frustration, "I tire of this nonsense!" she focused on Jerry, "Kill her now, I demand you! And there be no damned forever for her! Only for you and I shall be forever!"

Jerry darted his head and eyes then he snarled, "NO!" He jerked his hand from Thea's and swiftly got off the bed and stood firm. He lifted his hand and aimed his lengthened finger at the woman, the thing who desperately wanted to destroy his everything which included Thea. "I shall not," he lowly grumbled, "There shall not be forever for you!"

"How dare you defy me!" Yolanda nearly screeched and darted forward.

Jerry swung without hesitation, fueled by pure rage towards the woman, and struck Yolanda the moment she attempted to snatch hold of him. He bitterly snarled and watched the evil woman forced into a violent spin then collide to the floor. "My life!" he loudly growled, "My heart! My soul!" He turned and stormed towards to the large wooden chest at the foot of the bed.

The lid to the elaborate wooden chest was flipped open. "My damned eternity!" he growled then reached into the chest.

Yolanda was stunned, that blow actually hurt. She sat up, her hand against the struck side of her cheek. "That damned hurt!" she loudly whined, "How dare you, you ungrateful bastard!" She effortlessly rose onto her feet. Her eyes refocused on Thea who startled the moment their eyes locked. "All this damned trouble for you!" she aimed her distorted finger at Thea, "Trouble and disobedience for a common servant, a willing lord's whore!" she stomped forward and firmly threatened, "If he shall not, I shall!"

Charley, Tayte and Aiden piled into the doorway of Jerry's chamber. All three eyes looked to the bed where Yolanda made her threatening approach towards Thea.

Charley caught glimpse of Dandridge, his lips grinned. He looked to Tayte and Aiden and made a gesture with his head towards the windows, the thick drapes drawn with evidence of daylight peaked through the seams. All three rushed over the floor towards the windows.

Yolanda heard the rushing feet. She spun, turned to the side and saw them hurry towards the windows. "No!" she loudly protested then rushed the direction of the windows. Halfway towards the windows she felt the sudden agony rip through her back, ribcage, pierce through her heart, then straight through her chest. She gasped, her wide eyes shifted and looked down to see the end of sword's blade protruded out of her chest. Her eyes frowned with confusion.

Jerry stepped back, his hands released the handle of the sword, a sword that had been passed down through generations of his historical Hungarian family. Since the day of his father's passing the sword had been kept in that chest but now it was finally used in defense of his life and most importantly, his love for Thea.

Yolanda staggered as she struggled to adjust on her heels. She slowly turned and looked into the glare of hatred, disdain, and pure satisfaction. "You," she stammered, "You dare kill me." she reached her hand to Jerry but he stepped back, "Why?" she questioned, "I had but done all this for you."

Jerry slowly shook his head then hatefully corrected the vial woman, "No, all you have done was for you."

Yolanda's eyes frowned then hatefully narrowed and she hissed, "You shall continue to know nothing but misery, my Love." Her lips grinned, felt the weakness begin to swarm her body, spread from her pierced lifeless heart.

"Now!" Charley shouted, his hands gripped the seam of the thick drapes then darted them wide open and swiftly stepped to the side.

Tayte darted the drapes wide, shifted from the pour of sunlight.

Aiden took a deep breath then shakily darted the drapes open. A turn on his feet, he slammed back against the wall between two of the drape drawn windows and looked to the Yolanda.

Yolanda felt the sudden heat. Her eyes held their focus on Jerry then darted wide the moment Jerry darted forward. She loudly gasped as Jerry shoved her stumbling backwards. Her hand snatched his one hand before he could drawn back. She jerked him forward as she went backwards into the strength and purity of daylight. She belted out an agony filled scream upon the instantaneous searing of her newly immortalized body.

Jerry felt the burn the moment his firmly held hand was forced into the daylight by Yolanda's hold.

Thea scrambled off the bed and rushed. She darted between Jerry and Yolanda and shoved against Yolanda's searing chest which broke Yolanda's hold on Jerry's hand. She swiftly turned and literally tackled Jerry to the floor with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"No one look!" Charley yelled, knew when he had looked the moment Dandridge was defeated in 1985 he was thrust there in 1628. Yet, he knew it was his eyes that had to look and watch Yolanda's demise in effort to go home. So, he looked to again witness another vampire's destruction which meant the nightmare of 1985 would never happen.

Yolanda started to writhe, her arms flung and tossed as her body was engulfed by the purifying daylight. She screamed and screamed as all her exposed flesh blistered, steamed, and slowly burned away. Her elaborate black gown burst into flames and smoke. Her screams twisted into supernatural screeches, the inner beast fought its way through her melting flesh. Her hands frantically clawed at the burning gown as her screeches grew louder. She felt her very blackened soul begin to burst from the confines of her burning shell.

Charley forced his eyes widely focused, saw the similarity of those almost fireworks begin to spark outward from Yolanda's engulfed body. His hands folded into tight fists, he wanted to go home and he started to whisper, "No place like home." Heck, if Dorothy from Wizard of Oz did, why shouldn't he. "No place like home," he continued to repeat over and over then started to speak the names of those he left behind. Then before his wide eyes came that awaited moment. A burst of pure and blinding light exploded outward and he felt the power strike him which sent him stumbling backwards…

Charley suddenly swung his arm as he darted onto his back. His eyes rapidly blinked, those flashes of light nearly blinding. His eyes shifted in attempt to look around.

"Brewster, wake your ass up!" spoke a pleasantly familiar voice.

"Ed?!" Charley gasped with a smile, his eyes desperate to see that cocky face of his best friend Edward Thompson.

Ed grimaced, "Yeah," his eyes squinted with his lips all twisted, "Brewster, what in the hell are you wearing?"

"Huh?" Charley mumbled, used his hands to fumble about his chest and felt the frill of the last thing he remembered wearing, a 1628 gentleman's shirt.

"So, um, Brewster," Ed started to laugh, "So, how much do you and Amy get into studying the whole Shakespeare shit, huh?" He slightly choked on his laugh.

Charley continued to blink, definitely wasn't a nightmare he had went through.

"Brewster, you look like a damned fruit." Ed commented then belted out a huge cackle, "Oh, god, Brewster, Amy's got you whooped!" he continued to laugh and laugh.

"Shut up!" Charley snapped, his vision seemed to clear much quicker than the last time.

Ed staggered a bit near Charley's bed then tried to calm his laughter, "Um, yeah," he cleared his through, "Your Ma says to get your dumb ass up for school. You're driving my smart ass to school."

"I am?" Charley asked, his mind still jumbled by those nearly surreal events.

"Ah yeah," Ed rolled his eyes then eyed Charley's ruffled white shirt, "You'd better get that washed and back to the drama club, Brewster!" he couldn't hold back and started to belt out another laugh, "Oh, gah!"

"Get the hell out of my room!" Charley yelled at Ed, "Let me get dressed, jeez." Was it finally time to go back to a normal life with Evil Ed tormenting and teasing him and back to his normalcy with his sweetheart Amy? Obviously the original nightmare hadn't happened because there he was being teased by Ed. He smiled with relief.

Ed stepped to the bedroom door, swung it open and glanced back at Charley then again belted out another loud cackling laugh. "Oh gah!" he again bellowed as he stepped through the doorway and slowly closed the door behind, "Oh, you're so cool, Brewster!" the door closed but he continued to loudly laugh at his best friend's expense, "I can't stand it!"

Charley simply laughed as he shook his head. "Yep," he sighed, "No place like home."

Has the nightmare truly ended…

(Author)

I wickedly laugh in all your faces! Muahahahahahaha! I'm evil… how evil? HA!

FRIGHT NIGHT FOREVA!