Disclaimer: I do not own Fright Night in any shape or form. I only own Samantha.
Warning: This chapter contains lemons. Read with caution.
His fingers lightly ghosted against her pale skin, her chest moving in slow movements as she laid there motionless. Her heart beating in slow, rhythmic pumps as he listened carefully. He stood from his crouched position before, glancing towards her for a last time and grabbed the shovel on the ground and proceeded to bury her deep within the earth, and in just a few hours, she would be safely at his side where she belonged; where she was made to be.
He watched slowly as she disappeared from his view, continuing to bury her deep within the ground before throwing the shovel aside as he examined his work before inhaling deeply, her scent still lingering in the air as he glanced around his basement, the opposite side of the wall destroyed as he glanced proudly at it, knowing what laid beneath it all.
"I'll see you soon." He whispered as he glanced at the spot where he had buried his sweet Samantha. "And then I'll show you everything that awaits you." He closed his eyes before retreating towards the darkness, waiting patiently for his Mireasă to rise from the ashes.
He could still feel her blood in his mouth, that sweet blissfully taste that reminded him of nectar flowing into his mouth like a waterfall.
He grinned to himself as he remembered the horrified expression on the boy's face when he had finally reached his sister, his eyes widening when he realized that he was to late, yelling out her name as Jerry merely sunk his fangs deeper in his Mireasă's neck, his grip tightening around her body like a anaconda constructing it's prey.
He knew the boy would come back for his sister, intent on destroying what Jerry had created. He shook his head. No meddling teenage boy would get in his way, not now and not ever.
People who ceased to believe in God or goodness altogether still believed in the devil. Evil is always possible. And goodness eternally difficult. What was the point in doing good, when nobody would remember it? For if you had sinned once, the whole world would remember it.
Evil is a point of view. We are immortal. And what we have before us are the rich feasts that conscience cannot appreciate and mortal men cannot know without regret. God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately He takes the richest and the poorest, and so shall we; for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves, dark angels not confined to the stinking limits of hell but wandering His earth and all its kingdoms.
But humans were so fragile and weak. Like all strong people, his Samantha had always suffered a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort but now that he had found her, she wouldn't be weak, fragile or lonely. She would be a marginal outsider or a infidel of a certain sort.
She was His.
And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would die tomorrow or the day after or eventually... it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, then life... every second of it... Is all we have.
How pathetic it was to describe these things which can't truly be described.
Love.
His eyebrows pushed together as his gaze was transfixed on her spot, the spot where his sweet Samantha laid until she was ready.
Did he love his Mireasă? Did he believe in the word and emotion behind it? He had been so long on this earth, causing nothing but destruction and chaos behind. He had never let himself be troubled by such a weak thing. All these years, he had merely saw it as a weakness, a weakness that in the end would be the end of his very being.
But all those years, he had finally realized that he was lonely, that he had that small hope of one day finding someone he could call his friend, his companion, his Mireasă.
He inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes, his mind surging forward as he reached towards the bounds that held her, feeling the way the darkness that constricted around her, consuming every inch of her body and mind.
He never would have thought, or believed that he had somehow finally found his friend, his companion, his Mireasă in the midst of all chaos. She had always found her way back to him, no matter how defiant and stubborn she was, she always stumbled back to him, confused, insecure and scared.
No.
He vowed that his beautiful Mireasă would never ever feel confused, insecure or scared. He would protect her if it was the last thing he'd do.
He had finally accepted the fact.
That among all else, he loved her and he knew she loved him as well.
And then he firmly held her in his arms, ripping away the bounds that held her.
It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which she couldn't see the end, a night in which she roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.
The darkness sweeping from every corner before wrapping their clutches tightly around her: bounding and constructing her as her lungs screamed for oxygen, the bounds only tightening as it constricted like a Anaconda coiling around it's prey.
But just as it seemed like an endless void of pain and torment, she was harshly pulled to the surface, away from the clutching hands of the darkness.
Her lungs filled with unwanted air, and she could faintly feel strong, masculine arms wrapped around her, the figure murmuring soothing things to they rocked her gently. "Shh, its all right. It's over. I'm here now and I will never leave you again."
Her mind registered the voice's owner instantly and sighed contently under her breath as she wrapped her fingers tightly around his shirt. "Jerry, I'm scared." She whispered, her voice cracking as he kissed her forehead lovingly and gently, his cold and motionless persona gone as he held her tightly.
"You don't need to be scared, Samantha. I can help you." She craned her head to meet his dark gaze and sighed silently as he shifted her in his arms, carrying her bridal style as her head rested against his chest. She took a last glance as they exited the basement and whimpered slightly.
He glanced down at her, possessively holding her against him before finding himself entering the bathroom. He set her down on her feet and watched as she slightly stumbled before standing up. He caressed her cheek and kissed her lips softly. "Your so beautiful", she stared into his eyes and sucked on her bottom lip. "I will show you everything that you deserve. Everything you want to know." He curled his hands around her wrists with his thumbs resting securely over her pulse.
Her heart was beating furiously as he closed the space between her bodies and once again the familiar brush of his burning lips greeted the rising heat of her skin as he gently pulled back before nodding towards the shower. "But I don't think you would like roaming around the house or anywhere else with the way you look."
Her eyes widened as she stared at him. "What's wrong with the way I look?" She asked turning towards the mirror, a gasp escaping her mouth as she stared at her reflection.
Her hair was a wild mess, sticking all over the place as she was covered in head to toe in dirt, her clothes torn and wrinkled as she pulled a face. "No," she frantically ushered him out the bathroom and slammed the door close. "I'm ugly and you didn't bother telling me."
Jerry rolled his eyes, smirking. "I thought it looked good on you." He knocked on the door and leaned against it. "I'll give you some time to freshen up. I don't think you'd have any trouble into finding the things you need." He called before walking away, running a hand threw his hair as he messed it around wildly, the sound of the shower turning on reaching his ears.
Stripping down from her clothes, Sam noticed how suddenly pale her skin appeared and frowned as she stepped into the shower, sighing in content as the warm water hit her skin, instantly relaxing her aching muscles as she watched the grime and dirt slither down her body before washing away.
As she stood in the shower, her head pressed against the wall before closing her eyes as her thoughts shifted towards her Charley, a single tear slipping from her eyes.
Was he ever going to come for her? Was he ever going to rescue her? Did he even care that she was gone or did he only care for the safety of his precious girlfriend Amy?
She shook her head. Charley would never leave her, right? He'd find a way. She was certain of that but the question was: Did she want Charley to come rescue her? Did she want to leave Jerry's side now that she felt more connected to him?
These thoughts and questions were so troubling as she felt his blood course through her veins sweeter than life itself. But did she want this life? Did she want to live for all eternity, watching as everyone around her grew old and vanished?
In the same relentless and meaningless manner one searches for something in a nightmare, coming on doors that won't open or drawers that won't shut, struggling over and over against the same meaningless thing, not knowing why the effort seems so desperate, why the sudden sight of a chair with a shawl thrown over it inspires the mind with horror.
That passivity in her has been the core of it all, the real evil. That weakness, that refusal to compromise a fractured and stupid morality, that awful pride! For that, she let herself become the thing she was and she knew it was wrong, but it had felt so right.
Because no one could in any guise could convince her of what she only knew to be true, that she was damned in her own mind and soul.
She shook her head before getting out the shower, the steam from the shower billowed around her as she stood naked in front of the elegant mirror. Her long brown tresses clung to her back, chest and shoulders in random thick clumps. Her skin was red from the scalding streams but it did nothing to scorch her pale skin.
She gently and slowly raised a hand towards her cheek, staring at the girl in the reflection as she repeated the action.
Her once tan skin had turned to a paler shade, her brown eyes darker if not black and her once brown hair had turned to a lighter shade and her lips were luscious and full.
A tiny smile ghosted along her lips as she stared at her reflection, a sudden shiver that coursed up her spine before grabbing the waiting towel and secured it around her naked body before opening the door and stepping out into the room.
"Its about time." Her eyes connected with his and her body froze. It was as if when she looked into his eyes, she was standing alone on the edge of the world, on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but them and the soft roar of the waves.
It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him.
She barely even registered that he stood before her, his eyes filled with lust and compassion towards her as he stroked her cheek. Leaning down he deeply inhaled her rich scent, detecting the soap and shampoo that clung to her rippled frame.
"Jerry..." She whispered. The trembling in her voice stemming from the growing heat in her lower body as his right thigh pushed against the outside of hers.
Her body was radiating an intoxicating essence, one that ignited a long dormant need. His hand snaked up the back of her head stopping midway to fist her hair, hissing in pain as her head was snapped back forcing her gaze to stare deeply in his own.
"Jerry..." His mouth dropped to crush the quivering pair in a rough show of dominance. She didn't resist and pushed back with an equally hard push of her tongue against the perfect rows of white. Immediately they were intertwined in a heated battle of mouth and tongue. The groan rumbled in her throat as the shivers increased driving her body further into the darkness. She found herself eagerly receiving him and pushed back as her hands sought out the expensive black belt. Her hands pulled him in pushing their bodies flush against one another as the oversized towel fell around her ankles. He snarled against her mouth and, his hands roughly cupping her backside, squeezing her round buttocks before lifting her up, her slender pale legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
"Mine..." He growled in a low dangerous tone as her fingers gripped the hem of the black shirt tugging upward with short needy jerks.
She bit her bottom lip. "Yours, Jerry. All yours." He caught her wrists as he helped her take of his shirt before throwing her unto his bed, growling under his breath as he kicked his jeans aside, grinning as she bounced on his bed a few times and in a matter of seconds his naked form hovered over hers, his eyes staring into hers as his fingers took control over the flowing heat between her legs.
The wetness enveloped his slender fingers as he watched her mouth slip, a moan escaping her lips as he moaned at how erotic she sounded, and growled as he caught a glimpse of her fangs extending. He quickened his pace, her hips rocking back and forth on his working fingers.
She gripped the sheets tightly as her hand sought out to towards him but yelped as a single hand locked her wrists together as the other reached down pushing her legs further apart as his mouth sought hers out needing to keep her under his control.
His felt his fangs extend as he slipped in between her legs, her eyes staring up at him as his tongue thrusted in and out in her mouth, claiming her all over again. "Mine..."
He grinned then bit hard on her neck, before plunging his erected member deep within her constricting heat, grunting and growling as she cried out, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. "Yes, Jerry. Yours..." He didn't stop until their hips were flush as one. His thrusts were rough and long but she didn't care. Her back arched up and hips ground hard against his rocking their bodies in a perfect rhythm. He smelled her sex mingling with his as something else bled into his senses. The pulsing heat wrapped tighter around him as her thighs lifted higher up his sides, as he continued to feed on her neck, her blood seeping into his mouth as he pounded into her.
Her nails pierced the rippled planes of his lower back as she cried out her release, her head snapping back before lunging towards his neck, sinking her fangs into him as his blood seeped into her mouth, a moan escaping Jerry's own lips as she fed from him, and continued to slam into her body.
"Your mine now." He growled inhaling her scent as his he leaned towards her breasts, licking away the trail of blood, grinning at her moans before lapping at his mark, his bite he had given her as the convulsions rippled around him, hurling his body closer to the end. Beads of sweat showered their bodies as he spilled out then into her. He didn't move and kept his solid frame pressed on her. His head was on the crook of her shoulder as he felt her blood leeching through his veins.
The light pressure of her hands rested against his lower back then inexplicably started kneading and massaging the taut muscles beneath. Her touch had a soothing effect on him lulling him into a relaxed state as he slid off her, then around latching his arms around her slender waist. She wasn't going anywhere.
She was his.
And...
He was hers.