Disclaimer: I do not own Fright Night in any shape or form. I merely own Samantha.
This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful new found friend, Ralai. I hope you enjoy this chapter sweet :) And I hope you all enjoy it.
She was standing in the shower, the luke warm water, drizzling down her body as she wasn't eager to leave. The water felt soothing and relaxing to her aching muscles, but did nothing to relief the alcohol buzzing threw her system.
She leaned her head against the wall, her hair clinging on her skin as she recalled the night's event, the breathtaking and mind blowing kiss she had shared with Jerry.
She hated her body for acting on impulse and it truly scared her that she loved every moment of it, and cursed herself for wanting more.
Her eyebrows pushed together as she closed her eyes. How could a vampire, a ruthless killer manage to knock her breath away with a passionate and yet gentle smothering kiss but yet also, possessive and dominating.
She ran a hand threw her wet hair, sighing in aggravation before turning the water off, and climbing out the shower -wrapping the white towel around her body- and sauntered towards her room.
She found herself sitting at the edge of her bed before glancing at the clock. Her eyebrows knitted together. They were only gone for two hours and it was only 9'o clock but yet, it had felt forever.
Her lips were still swollen and tingling from the shared make out session between her and Jerry. How could someone -besides the fact that he was a vampire that killed countless of people - make her feel like this in only a time span of two days?
She shook her head, his dark eyes flashing across her vision before standing up. Pulling on a pink laced bra with a matching panties, she slipped on her dark blue night dress that rested just above her knees, a relaxed sigh escaping her lips as the silk hugged her body.
Brushing her hair, it fell just above her waist. The sound of the doorbell ringing had her heart suddenly pumping faster as she wondered if Jerry had come back. She shook her head and controlled her breathing before making her way down the stairs, opening the door and heaved a sigh of relief as she started at her brother's girlfriend, Amy.
"Hi, Sam." Amy greeted as she walked in before glancing around as Sam closed the door and turned to her brother's girlfriend. "Is your brother home?" Samantha shook her head as she shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck as a tiredness came over her.
Amy seemed to notice. "Are you okay? You look tired." You don't even know half of it.
Sam nodded, yawning suddenly. "Yeah, I am actually, now that you mention it. Why don't you go and wait in Charley's room and when he comes in I will remind him that he is neglecting the thing that matters most in his life." Amy smiled as she gave Sam a hug before sauntering up towards Charley's room as Samantha turned towards the living room.
Turning on the TV, she switched it on some random channel and found herself watching The Simpsons but couldn't find herself paying attention to it.
She couldn't help herself wanting to relive the moment of Jerry's lips pressed against hers. Oh how she loved the way he held her possessively against her, his kiss gently, passionate and yet dominating. She couldn't help but crave more of him. All her life she had wished someone would hold her, and care deeply for.
Her cheeks flushed as she remembered how he threatened her that she was his, when she bravely and stupidly told him that she wasn't his when he had called her so.
His.
The way he had acted and said it, spoke in volumes. She was his, and liked to believe that she was only his and nobody else's but then she reminded herself that he could have possibly said this to every girl he had set his eyes, make them believe that he truly cared in his own way, made them believe that he loved them before killing them like they didn't even matter before moving onto the next victim.
She didn't want to be his next victim.
But she couldn't help it. There was no escape. He had her in his graps and she didn't know, or didn't want to know just how deep she was until it was to late.
Her thoughts were halted by the sound of a door opening, her brother's voice reaching her ears. She stood up, suddenly curious as to who her brother was talking to. "-kind of a mother."
He opened the fridge, as Jerry observed the kitchen from outside. "Nice kitchen", he stated as he pushed his eyebrows up and gestured towards the cabinet. "Good cabinet work." Charley glanced nervously at the pointed cabinet and then to Jerry.
"Thanks." Jerry grinned inwardly as he observed Charley's sudden change of behavior as Charley took out a six pack. "You cool with Budweiser?" He questioned and Jerry merely nodded his head, smirking.
"Yeah, that works. Yeah." Charley proceeded to fill the missing gaps of the six pack, and stupidly glanced at Jerry, his heart racing as the bottle fell from his grip, crashing and shattering on the ground.
"Oh, shit." Charley cursed as Jerry quickly leaned against the door frame.
"Can I help you with that?" He asked out of fake politeness, just wanting a reason to step inside the house. He could tell the kid knew something.
He refrained himself from chuckling as Charley quickly shook his head. "No! No, no." He took a deep breath, his heart racing as he shook with nerves. "I got it."
Jerry narrowed his eyes. "I just-", he inhaled suddenly, the familiar intoxicating scent filling his lungs as his eyes darkened. He glanced to the side as his delicious Samantha entered the kitchen, her eyes wide as she stared at Charley, seemingly not to notice Jerry standing there, his eyes hungrily running up and down her body.
He groaned in silent appreciation as the dark blue night dress hugged her figure in all the right places, and he so badly just wanted to take her then and there, in the kitchen and against the kitchen counters or on the promising floor.
Her body had acted on impulse when she had heart something shatter and break in the kitchen. "Charley?" He jumped turning towards his sister, his eyes widening. "Are you alright, I heard something...-", then her eyes connected with Jerry's and she instantly lost her speech.
There he stood in all his glory, leaning against the door frame as his eyes hungrily sweeped over her body and she instantly felt exposed. "Yeah", Charley glanced between them. "I'm fine."
Jerry just kept his eyes trained on her, loving the way he took her breath away. "What are you doing then?" She managed to ask as she turned her head to Charley.
He bent down and picked up the broken glass before setting it on the counter. "Just giving-"
"I have a girl coming over," he smirked inwardly as he noticed her jaw tighten. "for a beer. And I'm all out of beer, so I just asked your brother if you guys have some to spare. I'd pay you back of course." She nodded her head as she glanced anywhere but him.
She scoffed silently as she turned to her brother. "Okay. Before I forget, Amy is waiting for you upstairs." With that she left, feeling Jerry's gaze burning at her back and didn't have to turn and look to know that he was smirking.
Charley watched as his sister quickly retreated before shaking his head and grabbed the six pack that had decreased to a five pack. He avoided the glass and made his way to Jerry. "Sorry its not a sixer." He apologized and leaned the beer's towards Jerry, moving it slightly away as he reached for it.
Jerry's dark eyes glanced at Charley and the seventeen year old quickly handed it to him. He watched nervously as Jerry glanced around. "This girl tonight, she's a handful." Jerry confessed, his eyebrows shoot up for effect. "You know?" Jerry glanced at the vacant spot his beautiful Samantha had stood moments ago.
"Women who look a certain way, they...", he chuckled darkly. "They need to managed. Its true." Charley merely nodded, taking a nervous breath as Jerry leaned against the door frame. "Your dad ducked out on you? Your mom, she didn't exactly sat, but," he glanced around. "There's a kind of neglect. Gives off a scent." He gestured as he sniffed the air.
"You don't mind my saying, you got a lot on your shoulders for a kid. The three of you, alone. Your sister, Samantha", he groaned silently. "She's ripe. I bet there's a line of guys dying to pluck that. Your girl and mom, too." He bit out the statement. Yes, there probably were a lot of guys wanting his little Samantha, but what was his was only his and he'd kill anybody who merely glanced her way in any way he thought to be disapproval.
"You don't see it. Maybe you do, but she's putting it out. Its on you to look out for them. You up for that, guy?"
Charley nodded his head. "I think I can manage." And just like that, his mood changed.
"Good. Because there are a lot of bad people out there, Charley." His thoughts went to Sam. "Everyone's got to look after his own business." He grinned and leaned back. "Thanks for the beers. Tell that beautiful sister of yours I said sweet dreams while they last." And then he was gone, leaving a Charley in the kitchen, confused as to what Jerry had meant to that statement but whatever he meant, he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.
Samantha sat silently in her bed as she stared at her door. She should have known that he didn't care for her, and she was stupid to actually think for a second that he cared about her. She was just his little play thing.
She shook her head. She hated the fact that she felt this way, jealousy didn't suite her well. Why should she feel jealous. Jerry could have any girl, woman he wanted. So why should she feel this way.
Her heart quickened as she closed her eyes, banging her head against the wall.
There was only one reason.
She was hopelessly in love with Jerry Dandrige. And she did not like that at all. There was just one question.
Could a vampire, a ruthless killing man, ever love her back?
Author Note: Tada! Reviews would be appreciated.