Disclaimer: I do not own Fright Night in any shape or form. I only own Samantha.
Hope you enjoy!
Samantha stared blankly in front of her, no emotion behind her eyes as she stared at her mother laying motionless in the hospital bed. "We won't be up all night," Sam glanced towards her brother's girlfriend as she spoke with her mom on her phone, still visibly shaking. "Honestly, it's really not a party."
Sam glanced towards her brother who was currently being asked questions by two police officers and sighed running a hand threw her hair.
"Uhm, Mom?" Glancing back towards Amy, she merely smiled sadly. "I love you. Bye." Ending her call, the blonde girl merely sighed as Sam embraced her.
"Its going to be all right." Amy only nodded her head as Charley approached them.
"They only asked a couple of questions. We should be okay."
Amy shook her head. "I don't know. I think maybe you should've said something to the police." Sam rolled her eyes and craned her head towards Amy.
"Like what? "This vampire moved in, killed my friends, borrowed a six-pack of Bud, ate a stripper and blew up our house because we wouldn't invite him inside?" Last time Charley called the cops, they nearly all went to Chili's together." She stated with a raised eyebrow as Amy nodded her head.
Shaking her head, Sam glanced around before watching as a doctor approached them. "You three need to get some rest." Sam shook her head as she took a step towards the doctor.
"She's going to wake up, right?" The doctor glanced towards their mother and sighed.
"Assuming the swelling is minimal, I hope so." Charley sighed and raised a eyebrow, his eyes shifting towards his sister briefly.
"But you don't know." The doctor sighed and placed a hand on Sam's and Charley's shoulder's.
"Not yet. We have to give it some time." And soon the three found themselves sitting outside their mother's hospital room, across from a reception and waited patiently. "This is my fault."
Sam and Amy glanced at Charley in surprise. "You didn't make any of it happen." Sam sighed as she glanced down, playing with her thumbs she closed her eyes, Ed's motionless body flashing across her mind.
She was there. She could have helped him but all she did was stand there and let him be killed. Did Ed blame her? She shook her head. She would never be able to live if she knew her best friend blamed his death on her after he begged her to believe him, and she had laughed in his face at the thought of their next door neighbor being a vampire and hours later, learned that her friend was right.
Oh he was right about everything. She so badly wanted to yell out that she was sorry, sorry for not believing him and letting him die. "Ed came to us, and I turned my back on him when Sam didn't.
Amy raised a eyebrow. "How were you supposed to believe him?"
"I mean, he begged me. I mean, he really...and he was my best friend." Amy sighed as Sam stood up and ran a hand threw her hair.
"I'll be back. I just need to the bathroom." She quickly left them and found herself hurrying into the direction of the bathroom, practically ripping the door open and stumbled inside, finally breaking down as she found herself staring back into her own reflection.
Her hair was a total mess. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her brown eyes were dull and empty.
She shook her head and opened the tap, before splashing her face with cold water as she thought about the last couple of days, of how her life had so frantically changed and here she was, fighting to survive from their next door neighbor who actually turned out the be a vampire.
Not knowing whether her mother would actually wake up, the tears continued to slip down her cheeks as her shoulders shook visibly.
Don't cry...
AAShe yelled out in anger, her fist acting out on its own as boiling rage consumed her. "Leave me the fuck alone!" Her eyes widened as she stared at the cracked mirror, barely registering that blood was dripping from the wound she had inflicted on herself and cursed herself as she quickly washed away the blood, ripping a piece of her shirt before wrapping it around her hand and hurried out the bathroom.
"What's going on?" She questioned as Amy walked out her mother's room, crosses hanging all over the place.
"Ask your brother?" Amy said jabbing a thumb towards Charley and she turned her questioning gaze towards her brother.
"We're going to see Peter Vincent." She stared at him in disbelief, not actually believing what she was hearing.
"Like the Peter Vincent. The "vampire slayer."" She asked quoting "vampire slayer" with her fingers as Charley closed the door behind him.
"Its underwhelming, believe me, but he's what we've got." Charley said as they made their way down the hall, Sam catching a disbelieved look on a passing nurse's face and smiled smugly.
"Uh, mom's really religious." As they exited the hospital, she just hoped this Peter Vincent guy would help them, because if he couldn't, then they were down pretty sure fucked and she didn't know, if didn't know how much she could continue to run before it was to late.
"I'll tell you what I know, but that's it." Sam sighed as her gaze flickered towards Charley, raising a eyebrow as if to ask "Really? This is the great Peter Vincent?" but he merely shrugged her off as Peter turned towards them, staggering towards them.
"Don't expect me to join your little scooby gang." He glanced towards Sam before gesturing towards the seats. "Sit down." The all obliged, sitting down.
Sam ran a hand threw her hair. "Look," Peter's eyes flashed towards hers as she took a deep breath. "I don't know you, and I don't particulary care who you are. We came here because you said you had something that could help us and since we got here, all I've been hearing is fucking bullshit coming from your mouth. So if you don't start talking, I will personally strangle each word out of you."
Silence.
Everyone stared at her in disbelief, a look of surprise on Peter's face as he chuckled. "Ha, I like you." She raised a eyebrow. "You got spunk." She shrugged her shoulders, and sighed.
"Just get on with it. We'll take anything you have for us." Charley said throwing his sister a look of appreciation.
Peter nodded, his eyes staying on Sam's face for a brief moment before turning towards Charley. "That insignia you showed me. It's a species that originated in the Miditerranean. They nest in the earth. And the kill slowly." A disgusted look appeared on his face. "They keep their victims alive for days. Snackers!" He took a sip from his midori cocktail.
"And they turn everyone?" Sam asked genuinly curious, a certain feeling of hope flashing threw her mind.
Peter nodded as he thought about it. "They're tribal by nature. He could be trying to turn them all. Replenish his ranks."
Sam leaned forward, her arms wrapping around her body. "How do we kill these guys? This tribe." Amy questioned as Peter scoffed, glancing between them.
"You three? You don't. It's a strong breed. You're going to need an army." And then her hope dissolved. This was never going to end. He was never going to leave her alone.
The sound of a phone ringing had her glancing up at Peter. She had to admit, he was quite the looker but she wasn't her Jerry. She choked on air, her eyes widening as she pushed that thought away just as it came. Since when did she start calling Jerry hers. Last time she checked, she witnessed him blowing up her house, killing an innocent man in front of her eyes, almost killing her brother with a stake and the main reason her mother was in the hospital.
Her thoughts were halted as at something. "Alright. Send him up." Her eyes widened as she turned her frantic gaze towards Peter. Did he often get deliveries this late?
She stood up as Peter yelled for a woman named Ginger. "I'm watching my programme! You get it!" Sam's heart started racing against her chest, and she didn't have to know why her heart was beating faster with each passing second.
Peter rolled his eyes. "You're TiVo-ing it, you lazy cow! Come on!" Watching as the woman who Sam took to be Ginger strolled into the room, barely dressed as she flipped the bird at Peter.
"Shit. Douchebag." Ginger slyly waved at Charley. "Hi, doll." Amy turned towards her boyfriend with a look that spoke volumes, Sam standing behind her chair, slightly amused.
Sam raised a eyebrow at Peter, a look he caught and quickly explained himself, "eBay. I order things late at night when I've had a few cocktails. So yeah, some nice stuff."
Charley then turned to him in disbelief. "Wait a minute. You get deliveries this late?" Charley questioned as Peter nodded his head.
"Yeah." A beat and Sam sighed in frustration as a confused expression fell upon his face. "No. I don't know."
She snapped. "Jesus! Your the fucking Peter Vincent. How could you not know, you said that guy could come in." She yelled as Charley groaned in frustration.
"Oh, shit. My sister's right. You said that guy could come in. That's a..."
And it felt like her heart shattered, her breathing stopping as a voice spoke coldly behind them, "An invitation, airhead." Sam turned around slowly, her eyes landing on the familiar figure entering threw the door way, someone she never thought she'd see again.
"Ed," she whispered horrified under her breath as she stared at her friend, her former friend. His skin was pale, his eyes black, void of all emotions as he turned his attention from them towards Peter.
"Hey, Mr Vincent, package for you." He threw the box towards Peter, the delivery flying towards him as Peter cursed and turned his attention towards the ringing phone on his side.
His eyes flashed towards them, and Sam's heart stopped. He was purposely avoiding to look at her and it horrified her more. "One second guys, business call." He answered the phone.
"Hello." Sam's heart continued to beat faster. "Oh, yeah. No, I'm looking at them right now." Her eyes widened as she felt like just shattering against the floor, just wanting to dissolve as Ed finally turned his gaze towards her. "Yeah, she's right here, come on up."
Sam didn't even flinch when Charley grabbed her wrist, pulling him safely behind him. "He's actually quite modern. Jerry dispensed with all that "master" stuff." Sam watched as Peter slowly got out his chair, his eyes wide.
Charley stepped towards Ed. "Ed, if you have a problem, just keep it with me, okay?" Ed grinned as his eyes flashed towards Sam.
"Oh, do I got a problem. You let him get to me. And you," his eyes flashed towards Sam, a gasp escaping her lips. "You were there when it happened, you could have stopped him, but you didn't. You let him turn me into this." A horrified look fell on her face as she staggered back, tears forming in the brim of her eyes as she frantically shook her head.
Ed snarled at them, his fangs extending before snapping his head towards the sound of breaking glass. Peter shakingly pointing the nail dangerously at Ed. "Stay away, demon." Ed chuckled.
"Oh, is that itsy-bitsy little sticky for me?" Ed taunted as Sam watched on, her frame shaking.
Oh God. Her worst nightmare had come true. He blamed her for his death and she deserved it. She deserved it all. "It's a crucifixion nail. It's lethal to you." Ed grinned tauntingly.
"Yeah. That's old school. Nice! You're going to have to get pretty close to use that thing, though." Peter shook as he fumbled with a button on the remote, before bolting towards the now open door.
"Oh, no you don't." Ed sneered as he ran after Peter. Taking the distraction, Charley grabbed Amy's hand and reached towards his sister, noticing that she was staring blankly in front of her.
"Come on!" Shaking out her trance, she silently followed her brother as they ran down the hallways, passing many artifacts that she know knew that came from eBay. "The elevator!" Amy yelled as they bolted towards the elevator.
"Jesus." Sam whispered as they stumbled across Ginger's body, lying in her own blood. Her eyes shifted towards the control buttons and cursed seeing it was ripped apart.
"Amy", she glanced up, watching as her brother gently shook his girlfriend's shaking form. "Listen to me. There's more than one way out, and there's a million things to fight with. We're going to be okay. All right?" Charley assured them as he glanced at Sam. He nodded. "Trust me. Come on."
Sam sighed, her eyes flickering towards Ginger before hurrying after Charley and Amy, groaning in frustration as they ran into a dead end. "Damn it."
Mine...
She closed her eyes. "Keep it up, Chuck. If you hadn't turned out the such a dick, I might have tricked you out. We could have rocked this evil shit together." Sam leaned against the wall, her chest heaving up and down as the three of them hid behind a cabinet. "Because I know a certain somebody who will." Her breathing quickened.
"You know. I expected more of a fight from you, Brewster." Ed said, as he glanced around, sniffing at the air. "Girl's made you lazy in the head. Pussy will do that. I can hear you breathing." Sam sighed as she tapped her brother's shoulder and mouthed: I'm going to distract him. When he's close enough, you know what to do.
Before Charley could protest, Sam slid out her hiding spot, her eyes wide as she stood before her friend. She didn't know if she could call him that anymore. "Ed, you don't have to do this." He narrowed his eyes, advancing towards her.
He grinned slightly. "Your right. I don't have to." He sneered at her. "I want to." His eyes roamed across her body and laughed. "Now I actually understand why, Jerry wants you all for himself." Her breathing quickened.
"Its really fucking cool that I can smell and hear your every breath. I can feel you. I can taste you. You're so..." Before he could jump out the way, Charley and Amy had pushed the cabinet over, crushing Ed beneath it before sprinting away in time as Ed flung the cabinet aside.
Sam stumbled back as she gave a last glance towards Ed before running after her brother but stopped.
"Not so fast, Chuck." Charley pushed Samantha behind him, Amy wrapping her arms around her as Charley grabbed a large knive. "We've got some catching up to do, my friend." He sent a look towards Sam. "I'll leave you to Jerry." A whimper escaped her lips.
He turned towards his sister and Amy. "Sam, Amy. Go. Please go!" Amy hesitantly grabbed Sam's hand before they turned around, sprinting around the corner. Running past many display cases, Amy stops at one before stopping, grasping the silver goblet and proceeded to smash the glass.
I'm coming for you...
"What are you doing? He could be back at any second..", Sam tugged on Amy's sleeve as she glanced around, watching as the blonde before taking out the silver revolver from the stand and loads silver bullets into the chambers as Sam glanced around, not feeling or noticing as he snuck up behind them before hearing footsteps -not their footsteps and certainly not her brother's behind them- and turned around, a horrified gasp escaping her lips as she found herself staring into Jerry's smiling face.
Amy stumbled back as she pointed the revolver towards Jerry, but noticed with fear that his gaze was intently focused on Samantha. "I'm so glad your here." Amy bravely found herself pulling the trigger, Sam's heart beating frantically in her chest as Jerry continued to advance towards them.
Tranfixed, Amy lowered the revolver before stumbling back as Sam pushed her behind her and slowly backed away, her gaze watching as Jerry pulled out the bullet before examining it. "Werewolves." He grinned at them as Sam's eyes flickered towards the chancelor untop a cabinet before smashing the glass and grabbed it.
She gave a smirk of her own. "Bite on this, Vampire." She grins before throwing the water on his face as she stared horrified as it burned Jerry's face, his pained shrieks reaching her ears before grabbing Amy's hand.
A laugh escaped Jerry's lips as he fell towards the ground, his hands cupping his burning face. "Run while you still can, Samantha. Your mine!"
"Come on!" Sam led them towards another hallway, ignorning his cries before grabbing a hold of a mace, shrugging at the questioning look on Amy's face before heading towards her brother.
Her eyes widened as she saw Ed untop of her brother, bearing his teeth as Charley strained against his hold. "Stay the fuck away from him!" She yelled before running forward, swinging and bringing the mace down with alarming speed and smashed it against Ed's skull, breathing deeply as she tightly grasped the mace in her hand, ready to swing again.
"Jerry's here." Amy announced as she saw the hesitation in Charley's eyes as he grasped the stake tightly in his hand, Ed staggering towards him. "Do it, Charley. Charley, do it now!" Sam closed her eyes as she dropped the mace, her body whirling around as the sound of ripping tissue reached her ears before turning around after a moment of silence, her eyes connecting with Ed's.
"I forgive you." He whispered but it was loud enough for her to hear and then the tears started flowing as her friend was reduced to mere ashes, loud gasps escaping her lips as Charley stares in horror, flinching when Amy's hand wraps around his.
"Come on. I found the stairs. We have to go. Come one." Amy tugged harshly on his hand as Sam sauntered behind them, sparing a last glance towards the ashes and ran threw the artifact room.
Turning her head, Sam's eyes connected with Jerry's still struggling form before hurrying after them, her heart hammering against her chest. Her feet burned at all the running, but she pushed herself forward.
Passing many hallways, they finally stumbled across a resturant, and quickly avoided people as they exited threw a door before finding themselves into a packed night club, Sam's eyes widening as she realised that this was the same club Jerry had taken her too, the same club that he took her first kiss as she watched the familiar girls dance on podiums.
Bodies grinded all around them as they pushed their way threw the crowd. "Wait", Amy grabbed Charley's wrist. "He can't kill us, not in here."
Charley shook his head. "Really? Look around. Do you think any of these people are going to notice?" Sam's eyes snap to the side, a familiar figure catching her attention and yelled out, his dark eyes staring darkly at her.
"Oh, shit." Grasping each other's hands, they slowly make their way threw a crowd of dancing clubbers.
Mine...
Her heart pounded against her chest as the DJ yelled something to the crowd before he then started to throw rolled up T-shirts to the roaring crowd.
"Oh God. No. Please no." She whispered under her breath as she lost her grip on Amy's hand as she was pushed further apart from them, her eyes wide. "Charley! Amy!"
She could hear them yelling her name over the loud music, her eyes searching frantically around before her breathing stopped, her back hitting a solid form and she gulped loudly and turned around, instantly loosing herself as she found herself staring into Jerry's dark eyes and yelped aloud as he hurled her over his shoulder before carrying her off.
"Charley! Amy!" She struggled against his grip, her eyes connecting with her brother's as Jerry carried her away, his grip tightening.
God. Help me.
Letting her drop unto her feet, Jerry grinned before wrapping both his hands around her neck. "God can't help you Samantha." He pushed her hair to the side, leaning forward as his tongue swept over her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe. "Nobody will. Not even Charley. Not even that girlfriend of his." He whispered as she shook her head and pulled back, her eyes widening as she caught a flash of his fangs.
He carressed her cheek and grinned. "Your nothing to them, Samantha. Charley didn't care for you, if he did." Jerry gestured around him. "Then where is the hero of the hour?" He questioned and in a flash, had her body tightly pressed against his, groaning as her breasts were pushed against his chest, feeling her heart beat against his. "I really liked it when you pulled that little stunt with the holy water", he grinned down at her. "It made me want you more. And let me just show you how much I appreciate it."
He captured her mouth with his own pressing her body fully against him in a dominating and posessive way, a growl escaping his throat as he cupped her backside roughly before trailing hot, deep kissed down her neck, kissing the pulsating pulse that pumped her blood like a river. He leaned back as her chest rose, low moans escaping her lips as he grinded himself against her. "You want this. You know it, just as well as I do. You were made for me." He grinned leaning to examine her, running a thumb across her cheek, he nipped his fingernail across his finger, his blood oozing from the small cut.
Blinking slightly, she merely managed to shake her head, leaning away from his finger. He grinned. "Then my way it is then." He smeared his blood across his lips, his eyes never leaving hers before fisting his hand into her hair and brought his lips over hers, forcibly consuming her mouth as he thrusted his tongue into her mouth.
Give in...
Her arms slid around his neck as the kiss ended, staring transfixed at him. "Atta' girl." He whispered as he nuzzled her nose, kissing her deeply again before pushing her hair aside. "Your mine." Throwing his head back, his fangs extended before bringing his mouth towards her neck, sinking his fangs into the soft flesh, and moaned as the blood seeped into his neck like a waterwall, the intoxicating and delicious taste exploding in his mouth as his greedy hands found their place, cupping her backside roughly as she clung unto him.
Yours...