Fright Night: Vengeance (Closed for Force_of_Will)

[motheroftears24]

18 year old Jade Brewster had always thought her father had been insane in regards to what happened with him and two girfriends when he crossed one vampire and enraged another. He told her the story of how he and horror host Peter Vincent took on Jerry Dandridge, who was a vampire living next door. Her father's friend Evil Ed was turned and his girlfriend Amy was turned for a short time. Then he went to college and met a new girl named Alex. This time he was targeted by Jerry's pissed off sister Regine, who tried turning Charlie, but was taken down by him and Peter Vincent. It had been over 30 years since the conflict. He had married Alex, but things went really bad later on. Her mother was killed under mysterious circumstances He father was blamed and locked up. Of course Peter Vincent died of old age.

Years later, Fright Night was revived under its new hostess, Jade Brewster as a sexy mad scientist character named Dr. Morticia Von Velvet. She was clad in a tight black skirt, a tight black t-shirt, a tight lab coat splattered in stage blood. She had long hair with was purple with a mix of hot pink highlights, Steampunk goggles and boots. Underneath she had on a pink lace bra and panties. Looks were quite decieving. Jade was actually still a virgin. She was very shy though her online screen persona was not. It was a late Friday Night.

She was hosting a double feather of Return of the Living Dead and Return of the Living Dead 2. While on a commercial break, she was informed that the new studio owner was there and wanted to see her. "Cool, I am on my way" she said walking down the corridor to the office. She knocked on the door.

 

[Force_of_Will]

He stood next to the desk, his back to the door. Upon hearing the knock, he called, "Come in!"

Then he slowed time. It was something new he'd discovered, after he got his body back. He thought it was amusing that they didn't realize every time they'd believed him dead, he'd just be reborn again, and with greater strength. As long as they never discovered why, (and how could they? With their pathetically short lives, their bickering?) He was safe, forever, destined to appear again and again.

To do things again and again.

Terrible things. Delicious things. Terribly delicious things.

He savored this moment like the blood of the dewiest virgin. Like the blood of a Fey. Like walking in the sunshine, like...

Like the Bloody Apparatus of Destruction. He did so love Baudelaire. There was a slim leather volume of Les Fleurs du Mal on the desk.

He stretched it out and savored it for what seemed like years. Plotting all the destruction, all the sickening licentiousness he'd breathe like air. All love's torments, as another poet said.

All love's torments.

He oozed out of his reverie and began to allow time to flow naturally.

He could hear the door opening. He could hear her heart beating. He could hear her thoughts forming.

His eyes would be the first thing she saw.

He was clad in a black Italian suit, more casual and rakish than the English cuts, with a white linen shirt open at the throat. His skin was slightly olivine, and the color combination drew the eye to the framed face, the dark hair, the wolfish, self-satisfied smile.

Jerry Dandridge turned, seemingly without moving, to greet his arriving guest.

 

[motheroftears24]

Jade walked in and immediately met his eyes. Slowly falling under his gaze she introduced herself. "I am Jade Brewster, the host of Fright Night." she said not knowing if he had seen the show. She very quickly told him about the types of movies she shows as well as shares trivia bout the movies and hosts contests for viewers.

There was something about him. He was quite attractive yet even being a human there was a dark very powerful aura to him. She made sure that the movie was playing so she could meet with him for feedback on the show.

 

[Force_of_Will]

He locked eyes with her, not glamouring, just the look of the hunter at its prey.

"Please, have a seat", he said, gesturing languidly to the chair opposite him.

He sat and reclined slightly in his own chair, alert but relaxed, with the air of one at ease.

"Jade. It is so nice to finally meet you. I've seen what you do with Fright Night. I love it! In fact, I'm doubling the show's budget, and I want to see proposals for what you'll do with the extra funding. Engage with your audience. Impress me!" he said heartily.

Then he went on in a lower, musing tone:

"Jade...what an interesting name. Jade, as I'm sure you know, has been prized for centuries for its smoothness, its luster, its lovely colors and shades. And it's quite beautiful. Incomparable, really, in its variety. Prone to...break, though. Not as hard as other precious stones. Easier to...work. Still and all, lovely."

Then quickly changed the subject as he fixed her with his eye, and continued:

"Don't let me keep you! Go do what you do and think of ideas for Fright Night!"

 

[motheroftears24]

Jade sat down and listened. Her former boss only had just a little appreciation for Fright Night, but Mr. Dandridge seemed to have a very keen interest in what she is doing which made her very excited when he told her about the new budget which allowed her to do much more. At her college there were film students that could do horror shorts that will play in addition to the movies which would help them get noticed. The contests could get better and there could be a little more fan interaction. She kept these in mind.

"Oh wow! Thank you, Mr. Dandridge" she said with a smile. Although she was just a little unnerved when he began talking about her name. It was a bit sinister, but she thought she was just overthinking things. After the meeting she went back to talk about the other movie, then start it playing. The night went really well. It was not long before she was called back to the office. She made a note of her ideas about the horror shorts and more fan interaction as well as bigger horror packs for contests.

 

[Force_of_Will]

When Jade entered the office, Jerry was talking on the phone. He motioned for her to sit down as he hashed out a deal for satellite time for another media conglomerate he owned. And as always he thought several things at once.

And yet, he was here, sitting in a beautifully appointed office in a shit local television station?

Why was that?

Punishment.

Charlie Brewster's line would be forever defiled by Jerry. Forever. How dare he?

The sins of the father are visited upon the daughter.

He hung up the phone.

"Jade! I'm so glad you came. I apologize if you felt uncomfortable earlier. I...I just love horror. Terror. Fear. The things we usually avoid. I occasionally go a bit too far. I could see it in your eyes, mea culpa."

Jerry rose from his seat and lifted a thin leatherbound book from his desk. Spoke:

"Jade, I think of this poet as the original Goth. Not historically, of course, the Goths of antiquity were good friends of mine. We destroyed Rome together. I mean the modern sense of it. Thinking about death. About the pain of existence. Of wallowing in substances, other feelings- wine, hashish, sensuality, self harm- to ameliorate it all. Well, I approve of this outlook. We feel a need to distract ourselves from pain, and that only makes sense. But feeling agony, to its deepest...that's what drives us. We love to be scared, don't we?"

He handed her the book, The Flowers of Evil.

"Please read it. He is sordid and depraved and bereft of humanity at times. But there is a great deal of truth in the pages. I love your fan-centric approach to Fright Night! I think, though, if you truly knew what it meant to be afraid...that would catapult you to stardom."

The glamour poured out of him, but not the sweet one. The command.

 

[motheroftears24]

Since he was on the phone, she sat down silently and waited until he was done. She guessed that he had seen the unease on her face, and had unnecessarily apologized. She assured him that all was well.

"Oh no, you are all good" she laughed softly, "I can be a bit shy around new people sometimes."

It was the truth considering throughout school she was that way. Very shy and awkward. She was intrigued when he brought out an old book. At her apartment, she had inherited a lot of old novels that Peter owned after his death. She listened. Deep inside something was feeling extremely off, but she could not put her finger on it.

"Yes, people do love to be scared..." she agreed as she examined the book. She then asked what he meant when mentioning that she needed to know what it meant to truly be afraid