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[exceptionimagines]

Lying In Wait

(Not my gif)

(Changing the meeting scenario yet again so enjoy this little post that contains the old one: not the one where you have a boyfriend.)

- Have you ever seen a hawk in person? Not in a zoo or an aviary: somewhere where they're caged and confined to one area, stripped of the necessity to act according to nature. No, I mean seeing one completely out in the wild, being in the woods or even your own backyard when it just suddenly ...appears.

- Because that's what they do. They simply appear. If you live in an area where they're common, where they typically frequent, you learn what to look out for, what the tell-tale signs of their presence are. You don't hear them, but you do hear what comes in preparation of them: the utter silence of everything around you. One minute the sparrows are chittering noisily, and the next they're dead silent; like they can feel them in the wind.

- It creates a tangible feeling. A pin prickling sensation that tells you that, regardless of whether or not you are bigger or stronger than them, there is something out there in the wild, watching, and waiting and hunting. If you look hard enough, you might just find them, but it won't be before they've found you: their piercing eyes immediately pinning you down in place. There's something about their gaze that's chilling: beautiful, and wild, and calculated; almost to a point that's beyond your understanding.

- That's what it feels like when you meet Jerry Dandridge for the first time. Like you're locked in the gaze of something predatory: something foreign and dangerous. Something that is simply lying in wait, lingering in plain sight until the perfect moment to strike.

- It's why you're baffled when all of your neighbors are seemingly charmed by him: having nothing to say but good things whenever he comes up in conversation. You're not denying the fact that he's an attractive man, anyone with eyes will quickly realize that he's closer to a model than a regular person, but you're somewhat unnerved by the fact that no one else seems to notice how ...odd he is.

- Admittedly, when you first began avoiding him, it was entirely because he was so attractive. You're a reserved person, someone who typically keeps to themselves and the thought of approaching the statuesque figure of your newest neighbor; of attempting to endure an entire conversation without making a fool of yourself, is daunting, to say the least. Forget about letting him into your home and entertaining him one on one....

- But it was because of your avoidance that Jerry began to take an interest in you. Everyone else in your quiet suburb had welcomed him with open arms, making it all too easy to gain access to them and their homes, but nothing he did seemed to convince you to trust him; to convince you to let him inside. He isn't used to having to try so hard; especially not with someone who fits his main demographic, so he finds himself determined to wear you down; while also trying to figure you out in the process.

- You'll find yourself being pulled into conversations with him, being interrupted with knocks on your door early in the night or with offers of assistance whenever you seemingly need it. You rarely indulge him by accepting but it doesn't deter him from trying again another day, embarrassing you with all of the attention and the special treatment.

- Anyone who witnesses his actions will smile at you "knowingly", tease you about how Jerry's seemingly taken a liking to you and how lucky you are because of it. They look at you with envy; eyes blazing when he excuses himself from them in favor of approaching you, but their envy makes them oblivious, makes them blind to your discomfort.

- You don't understand why he's so intent on getting to know you, why it seems to matter so much to him that he has your approval and that you consider him a friend. There's something so ...artificial about it. About the way that he smiles and tries to connect with you, like his actions are a means to an end rather than a genuine desire for connection. And the longer his attempts to draw you in continue, the stranger he begins to behave....

- As smart as Jerry is, when it comes to you, he sort of creates a self-fulfilling prophecy. The more you refuse his bids for connection; the longer you treat him like the wolf in sheep's clothing that he is, the more frustrated and certain that he becomes: certain that you're onto him and that you've somehow realized that there is something inherently wrong with him.

- It's the frustration that makes him sloppy. The impatience that he feels when continuously being denied access to you. The carefully constructed facade begins to slip, and the atmosphere begins to change. He grows desperate and that desperation is palpable.

- He sorts through every trick in his book, hopping erratically from one thing to another, hoping that something sticks and makes you finally take to him like everyone else. He's scrambling to get you to trust him, to want him, to reach out to him, but nothing seems to be working, not like it usually does. Which only makes him want you even more.

- There's a thrill in the hunt, in being found out and sensing the fear that fills his prey once they finally realize what they're dealing with. It's a game of cat and mouse, one that he always ends up winning, and the anticipation of it is both infuriating and intoxicating. He deems you a worthy opponent and that's part of what keeps you alive. He needs a chance to stake you out, to try and figure out exactly how much you know, and how dangerous a little thing like you can be; not that he genuinely thinks that you could ever beat him.

- A part of him is intrigued by the fact that you've figured him out so quickly: that you sniffed him out from the get-go; never once faltering in your distrust. Your neighbors assure him that you're just shy, but your eyes hold the truth: the shifting discomfort that he's used to seeing when he starts picking off residents one by one.

- At first he finds your avoidance alluring. You're his perfect victim: someone who isolates themselves; unused to attention and affection. He works best with people who are crying out for something more, people who are different and yearning for someone to understand. People who are vulnerable and easy to forget about.

- But then you just don't break. You continue to keep your walls up and remain unobtainable, and it's so ...different. Frustrating, of course, but different, and different is exciting.

- Admittedly, you find him exciting as well. The attention is initially quite flattering, and though you try not to read too far into it, it feels nice to be noticed; especially by an attractive man like himself. Though, the more he notices you, the more you start feeling like he's actually kind of a creep. You're gearing more towards sex offender than creature of the night, of course; maybe a serial killer Ted Bundy style, but it's his unusual strangeness that gives you pause.

- Boundaries aren't usually in the vocabulary of men like him, so it surprises you when he refuses to enter your home, seemingly itching for you to let him in; straining against the door frame, yet never crossing the threshold himself. ...And that's just the start of it....

- It takes you a little while to realize it, to figure out why the hairs on the backs of your arms start to stand up at random, skin crawling with sudden anxiety. When you finally do, it's because you've realized that the animals of your home have become palpably tense, perfectly still and quiet for no reason, like there's something there that bothers them. But there's nothing, nothing at all and you coo at them in confusion, trying to get them to relax ...until the doorbell suddenly rings...

- Jerry materializes out of nowhere, gone one moment and right next to you the next; stepping just that tad bit too close whenever no ones around to see it. He never appears in the daylight, and it's not the whole "I work nights" thing either. He doesn't leave his house during the day, sure, but he does leave it in the evening, yet only when there's cloud cover; when the sun is low enough in the sky that you can't see it over the houses or feel the warmth of it's presence. It all makes you start to wonder....

- You feel ridiculous claiming that your neighbor is a vampire; even when it's only spoken to yourself. You feel ridiculous doing your research, of being afraid of the dark like a little kid, thinking about all of the monsters that go bump in the night. You resent the fact that you're scared of the setting sun, that you're scared of braving just a few steps outside your door, that you've developed a habit of going over all your belongings twice just to ensure that you haven't forgotten anything before going in for the night.

- Oh god, your phone.

- Your phone that's sitting in the center console of your car, plugged in and charging since you drained the battery at work; not sitting nicely in your bag as per usual. It has your work schedule, it has your alarm, it has a handful of other important things that you need before you go to bed, but it's already dark out: dark and quiet and completely abandoned. You contemplate if you really need it, then you curse yourself for being so stupid. The answer is yes, yes you really need it, so you scope out the area and hype yourself up, walking on two nervous legs as you quickly make your way over to your car.

- Your phone is right where you left it and you quickly grab it, moving to shut your car door before you happen a glance up and immediately still in place, noticing a figure standing in the distance. You think to run back to your front door as quickly as possible but you just can't do it. You're not sure which outcome will be better for you. When you're alone in a dark forest, unsure of what is out there and how hostile it might be, do you call out for help or do you remain silent?

- You stay perfectly still, eyes locked on the dripping red that's stained across Jerry's mouth, being hurriedly wiped from his lips as he begins walking away from the car that he just came from. It only takes him a moment to sense your presence and he doesn't even do you the justice of pretending to look around, of pretending he doesn't immediately know exactly where you are, his eyes locking on your figure as he begins to come to a stop.

- He watches you intently, reading your expression as you simply stand and stare, frozen in place as he tilts his head and starts to smirk. The expression makes your stomach drop, the satisfaction in it, the vagueness of it's cause. He begins walking towards you, and the idea of running crosses your mind yet again. Yet your legs no longer listen to the pleas, completely immobile, weak and quivering as he stops a few feet away from you, studying you as you stand there stupidly, clutching your oh so important phone in hand.

"You're not usually out this late," He comments and it takes you a moment to respond, to will your tongue to move and your lips to purse and press and open. "I would know."

"I forgot...I forgot my phone." You finally answer, swallowing thickly as Jerry merely continues to smile. He knows that he has you right where he wants you; even you know that: that you're cornered and helpless, and that nothing you do will change that.

- He closes the distance and you tense even further, close to trembling as he leans in and nearly brushes against you, gently closing your car door and leaning against it as he inhales deeply. He studies your face up close, taking in every nervous tick and twitch and freckle. And then he finally speaks....

"You better get to bed." He tells you, and it takes you a while to process what he's saying. It only makes him smile wider, watching you buffer in response to his comment.

- You know he's telling you to start walking to your door, and all you can think is that this is it: that you'll turn your back and he'll pounce. But it's all you have left to do, to buckle up and endure it, to knowingly take the walk towards nothingness and face it head on. You swallow hard as you turn away from him, screwing your eyes together tightly and willing yourself to accept it.

- Every second ticks by agonizingly slowly once you begin the trek to your door. You wait to feel him grab you, to sink his teeth into your flesh at any minute and tear you from this Earth in one fell swoop. But when you get to your door without an issue, you happen a glance behind you and find him gone. You go inside safe and sound, collapsing to the ground and panting wildly as you try to calm yourself, clutching your phone so tightly that you're surprised it doesn't break.

- It is now, without a fraction of a doubt, that you realize that Jerry is a vampire: the tragedy of this being that there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You and Jerry both know that this is the case, that you're powerless to stop him, and that nothing you can do will give you any sort of leverage against him. If you tell anyone, they'll think you're crazy. If you attempt to arm yourself, you risk the chance of endangering yourself even further with faulty stereotypes. You're all alone in this, and you haven't the slightest idea of what to do, if there even is anything for you to do.

- Waiting. That's what you're forced to resort to. Sitting and waiting for the moment to come when Jerry finally decides to deal with you; to resolve the stand still that the two of you have recently come to....

- He seems to find it all very satisfying: watching you try and anticipate his actions; squirming under his gaze with both fear and the urge to act out. He takes pleasure in provoking you, in reminding you of your shared secret and the obliviousness of the people around you: smiling at you mockingly and trying to spur you into doing or saying something in front of your mutual neighbors that will make you seem like the crazy one. A reminder that no matter what you do, no matter what the truth is, you'll never be able to warn or convince anyone, and you'll never be able to save them from him....

- Unluckily for you, or perhaps luckily, Jerry finds your scent intoxicating: it's a big part of what keeps you alive for so long. He wants to play with you, to make the most of your time together and to indulge in the exquisite aroma of your fear. Though it isn't just your fear that attracts him. Soon, everything about you becomes intoxicating, and it leads to a small obsession: one that causes him to grow bolder and more bothersome than ever....

- It's this emboldened behavior that causes you to confront him and subsequently jumpstart your future relationship.

- You've tried keeping your family away from you for as long as possible, not wanting to risk their safety by having them come over to your home and potentially run into your vampiric neighbor. But at some point, your excuses stop working and you find yourself being ambushed with a visit, one you try your hardest to end before the sun begins to set. Unfortunately for you, it doesn't end up happening, and as you gather the last of your mothers things, you hear her begin to converse with someone outside.

- You rush out into your front lawn and feel your anger surge as you catch your mother laughing and talking to the man that you so desperately wanted her to avoid. You usher her to her car as quickly as possible, blood boiling as they continue to call out pleasantries to one another. She teases you about your attractive neighbor as she sits behind the wheel, urging you to shoot your shot before she sends him one last wave and a wink, driving out of your neighborhood as you stand there and seethe.

"What was that?" You growl at him, quickly closing in on the man as he simply smiles at you. You're furious, furious that he spoke to her, that he purposefully left his home to make sure that the two of them met.

"I think that was your mothers attempt at getting us together. I have to admit, I have thought about it myself-" He replies teasingly before you interrupt him.

"What do you want from me?" You growl, pushing at his chest and forcing him backwards. You're so fed up, so caught up in the high wired emotions that have built and built for the past few weeks that you don't even care about the consequences anymore. If you were more relaxed, you probably would have been surprised by how easily he went along with you, how he let you act as you as though you even held a candle to his strength.

"Easy." He breathes at you, chuckling with amusement as he takes in your anger, his teeth glinting in the low light of the evening.

"What do you want from me?" You seethe, hands gripping tightly to his shirt sleeves as you hold him against your garden gate.

"What do you think I want?" He smiles, hands coming up to tease at your flesh, returning your touch as he catches your arms and steadies both of your positions. His eyes twinkle, as if he's enjoying this entire thing.

"I don't care about what your plans for me are. I don't care if you want to sit around like a creep and torment me: ring my doorbell at all hours of the night and stand in my garden like Michael Myers. I mean it, I don't care. Just stay the hell away from my family. They have nothing to do with this." You hiss, disregarding the way he raises his eyebrows at your choices of words and the way that he licks his lips, entertained by your ferocious display.

- You pull away from him, arms jerking angrily from his grasp before you're immediately pulled right back in. It's only then that the severity of your actions begin to dawn on you: the swiftness of his grasp shocking you; the strength of it making it increasingly obvious that he let you move him and not that you managed it on your own.

"You know. I really think we got off on the wrong foot," He says with a smile, almost joking in his delivery of the line. He furrows his brows when he begins speaking again, nodding at you as if to implore you to agree. "I think this has gone on long enough, don't you think?"

- The words send a chill down your spine, and you watch as he breathes in deeply, inhaling the air around you before he shivers, pulling you closer as you struggle against him, trying to squirm away. You tense as he leans in, sniffing along the column of your throat as you remain momentarily paralyzed. He ends it with a flourish, faltering inches from your lips, close enough that you feel as though he's about to kiss you, his breath hitting your face.

- You catch his blackened eyes, catch a glimpse of his growing teeth, and your brain seems to finally catch up with you, realizing what's about to happen just in time for you to do something about it. He opens his mouth in preparation just as you fish the crucifix out of your pocket and shove it against his cheek. He quickly whips his head away, momentarily releasing you as he hisses, the holy metal searing into his skin and giving you enough of a distraction to get away.

- He wants to go after you immediately, but he's quickly drawn to the sound of a neighbor who's leaving their house: one who's just seen what's happened and is standing paralyzed in shock at the sight of "charming" Jerry who's just seemingly assaulted you. He turns to the man as he clutches his cheek, smiling at him as he tries to play it cool.

"Lovers quarrel." He jokes, but he can immediately see that the man doesn't believe him. He quickly heads over to your door, watching as they hurriedly go inside their own home and undoubtedly begin to tell their wife what they've seen. He knows that he can't get away with disposing of Mr. Brenner and his family, that the town will quickly notice and that it will compromise his cover, so the only choice he has left is to use you.

"Y/n, we need to talk," He knocks on your door, speaking quietly through the wood; knowing that you're able to hear him even though you don't respond. "You're a smart girl, y/n, and I'm not just saying that. It isn't easy to get away from me so consider me impressed."

"Since you're a smart girl, I want to make a deal with you. You go over to the Brenner's house, you tell them that we had a little argument and that everything is fine, that it was a misunderstanding between boyfriend and girlfriend, ...and you'll save yours and that entire family's lives. All you have to do is play along. And I think that's better than the alternative, don't you?" Well you don't have much of a choice, now do you?

- You slowly open the door, peering at him warily as you do your best to pull yourself together. He smiles at you, praising you for making the better decision as you step outside and begin walking across the street. You knock on the Brenner's door, forcing a smile onto your face as the older man answers. Once he see's that its you, he asks if you're alright, visibly becoming relieved when you assure him that you are.

- You do your best to act a bit embarrassed as you explain the story that you've been told to give to him: telling him that you and Jerry had a bit of a fight, that you're actually kind of seeing each other, and that things just got a little heated. You apologize for scaring him and the fact that he had to see all of that, sharing a laugh as he insists that it's fine and that he was just worried you were in danger. You both say goodnight and you make your way back to Jerry who's standing on your porch.

"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" He asks, glancing over to Mr. Brenner who's watching you through his window, seemingly still a bit suspicious. You hesitate, not thinking that allowing him access to your safe space would ever be a part of the deal.

"Of course." You insist phonily, smiling at him as though your stomach isn't completely in knots, opening your door and letting him enter your home for the first time since meeting him....

- Now that you're "officially" a couple, you're forced to act along whenever you're in front of your neighbors. You're forced to pretend as though nothing is wrong as Jerry pulls you into him, kissing and cuddling you in order to make this act of yours convincing. You don't think it's as much of a burden to him as it is to you. Frankly, you think he actually enjoys it.

- A lot of the time, he acts as though this arrangement of yours is more than that: that you're genuinely a couple or; at the very least, that he isn't forcing your hand. You find yourself beginning to struggle when trying to differentiate between all of your feelings for Jerry: where your obligation to him ends and your genuine attraction to him begins.

- Jerry is naturally magnetic. His presence is erosive, stripping you down to your weakest state and jumbling your nerves. There's a fine line between hunger and lust, and Jerry's personality embodies this line; creating this palpable desire that burns you up on the inside. You hate that he has an effect on you, but you cannot deny that it is there, and that very fact keeps you up at night.

- One evening, you get a knock on your door and when you open it, you're met with the Brenner's eldest son. He's hushed when he tells you that he knows what's going on with Jerry, that he knows you're not a couple, and that the two of you can work together to stop him. You want so badly to divulge everything, to grasp onto your only current ally and finally admit the truth that you've had to keep secret for so long. But you can't.

- You look at him, look at his baby fat and his nervous eyes, at the promise of a future that's written all over his face. You look at him and you lie. You tell him that you know what things may look like but that it's not really the case. That you believed it for a minute there too, but that Jerry isn't anything and that you're in a happy relationship with him.

- He tries to insist that he knows the truth, to tell you that you don't have to be afraid, but you simply shake your head; giving him a reassuring smile as you tell him to believe you: hoping that you're either convincing him or that your behavior is enough to make him comprehend the danger that's at hand. You see the look in his eyes before you feel Jerry behind you.

"Talking about me?" He asks, voice lighthearted and teasing but you're smart enough to sense the edge.

"Just clearing things up." You tell him, smiling back at him and towards the boy standing on your front step.

"Good, good. ...Have a goodnight Daniel." He tells him before closing the door around you, caging you with his body.

"You've really gotten good at all of this, y/n. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked having me around." He tells you, cupping the back of your neck as you turn towards him, smiling down at you reassuringly, almost affectionately. "Why don't we go watch something, hmm?"

- You're beginning to come to terms with the fact that this is your fate. That in the process of saving your life, you've subsequently surrendered ownership of it, and that this ownership was handed over to him. That there is no getting rid of Jerry Dandridge and that you'll be forced to stay by his side until he decides otherwise.

- The thing is, you're also beginning to find yourself concerningly okay with that....

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @fangsandroses, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, vampire drinking blood, drinking

Standing in the back of the club, I stared out at all the people dressed up. My friends were dancing up against some people they found. One friend waved me over and I rolled my eyes at them, shaking my head.

��not a fan of clubs?” I looked out the corner of my eye to see a guy standing next to me, leaving enough space between us that I could leave if I wanted to. “Or just the everything going on out there?”

“All that.” I waved my free hand at my friends. “I prefer to know my dance partner before I get all up in their business.” The man next to me laughed and I took a sip of my drink.

“I’m Jerry dandridge.” The man offered. I smiled at him, finally turning to look at him.

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” I said, offering him my hand. He shook it with a smirk. “Here with friends?”

“nah. I had a date.” Jerry shrugged. “I’m starting to think either she bailed out the bathroom window when she saw me or she never showed.” I gave him a tight smile.

“sorry about that.” I said. Jerry shrugged. “Although it could be worse. Those are my friends…” I paused and shook my head, laughing. “Walking out the door without me.” Jerry followed my gaze and frowned.

“some friends.” He muttered. I nodded.

“yeah.” Looking at my drink, I laughed to myself. “Fuck em.” I threw back my drink and started over to the bar for another. “Want one?” Jerry shook his head and I shrugged. After getting my drink, I walked back over.

“Do you plan on drinking yourself stupid tonight?” He asked, eyeing me. I shook my head.

“nope. This is my last drink and then I’m calling a cab.” I explained. Jerry nodded and stepped a little closer. Before I knew it, my drink was discarded and I was backed up against a wall. Jerry broke away from my lips and started to kiss along my neck. I panted as I looked over his shoulder to see one of my friends stumble back into the bar. “Jerry. I gotta go.” I breathed out. Jerry pulled back and smiled at me, his eyes flashing black. I gasped as I noticed fangs.

“they’re real and you’re not going anywhere.” Jerry growled as he sank his teeth into my neck.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine

You get this amazing job- in another country. So you have to say goodbye to Jennifer and Tiffany, and everyone else in the Horror House. You're even gonna miss Patrick and Chucky! ^^ You just know you're gonna wake up sometime during the second week of being away and wish you were right there on the couch in that house between Carrie fiddling with her hair and Pennywise snoring, Billy and Stu bickering and Audrey II's hungry muffled moaning from the greenhouse in the background, Michael making his way slowly through every channel on the box TV, the sound of Pam using an electric mixer in the kitchen, Jason and Bubba at the table, Jerry on his way out, everyone 2 seconds from arguing... You just know it.

The first night you're over there you walk around your new place and it's so quiet, it's really lovely but odd and makes your heart feel kinda empty.

After you fall asleep and you feel the familiar heat of that boiler room, and you see Freddy and you hear his voice, you practically throw yourself at him.

"You couldn't have said you could still find me out of the country???"

"Now what would have been the fun in that?"

[marinerainbow]

I watched Fright Night last night and now Jerry has catapulted himself into my F/O list.

In fact, I'm gonna do something for him I don't think I've done for my other F/O's on this blog... I'm gonna post an imagine for him.

Imagine~

You know that your new neighbor is a vampire

Whether that be you saw him through your window like Charlie, you're well educated in the occult, or any other way. But either way, you know his secret. You also know that nobody will believe you. Not in this day and age. So, for the moment, you have no choice but to listen to the screams of innocent murder victims every night and hope to God that Jerry won't come for you.

It has been like this for countless nights. Or at least you've lost track. But then, just before you're about to lock up your house for the night, you find him approaching your front porch with a charming smile on his face, wanting to introduce himself.

He claims it's a pleasure to meet you and offers his hand to share yours with. He introduces himself as Jerry, and makes the typical new neighbor small talk. Though you can feel some kind of magic, trying to work its way into your mind. But it only affirms your suspicions of him. And when he asks if you'd like to 'take this inside', asking if he can be invited into your home, that is when you know you need to get away from him now.

He must know that you know. He has to when you shut the door on his face with a made-up excuse. You see it in his eyes when you try to subtly peak outside your window before he walks away. But it's not like he can do anything. After all, a vampire can't come into your home without permission.

So now, every time you leave your house, you're afraid for your life. You're constantly checking over your shoulder, even in the middle of the day, and friends are asking you why you look so exhausted. But the worst part? Is how at night, whether you're on your way back home from a night shift you couldn't avoid, or you just couldn't bring yourself to say no to going out with your friends, you swear you can feel Jerry's presence stalking behind you. And you can feel the strange magic you felt from the night before creep back into your soul, urging you to let him catch you.

You don't want to imagine what will happen if you don't make it to your front door on time

[thenightling]

How a 1985 horror film addresses the importance of true names and gave a cis character a dead name

I happen to love the original 1985 horror film Fright Night (not so much the remake).   In the original Fright Night a teenage boy named Charley Brewster discovers that his new neighbor is a vampire.  

Not knowing what to do, Charley seeks the aid of has-been horror actor, Peter Vincent.  Peter Vincent hosts a TV show also called Fright Night where he shows classic monster movies (usually featuring himself.) Now Peter Vincent happens to be the character’s stage name based on Peter Cushing (Hammer Horror actor who played Dr. Van Helsing in Hammer’s Dracula movies), and Vincent Price (classic horror actor). It was actually the name of the character he played in his old monster movies “Peter Vincent The Great Vampire Killer.”  Imagine if Sarah Michelle Geller couldn’t find work after Buffy, started hosting late night monster movies and began answering to the name Buffy Summers.  That’s pretty much what happened here. At first Peter is reasonably skeptical to Charley’s claims that his neighbor is a real vampire but after seeing the man doesn’t cast a reflection in a mirror Peter is forced to face the reality that vampires are real.

From this point on the character experiences intense character growth.  He goes from cowardly-has-been horror actor to becoming the hero he always pretended to be. One major catalyst for this is when Peter is forced to defend himself against a recently created vampire “Evil” Ed.  Seeing that poor boy die as a vampire is both heart breaking and terrifying and Peter realizes he has to become the hero he always pretended to be. While trying to encourage himself he repeats again and again the words ”I am Peter Vincent, the great vampire Killer.  I am Peter Vincent, the great vampire killer!”

Earlier in the movie when Charley had tried to encourage Peter (after he had panicked at learning vampires are real) Charley had said something very similar to which Peter had responded with “That’s a character in a movie!  That’s not even my real name!” Well, Peter finally becomes the hero he always pretended to be.  His “real” name never comes up again.  In fact his character is credited as Peter Vincent on the end credits.  And he answers to Peter Vincent all through the sequel.  At this point his original name has become a deadname. He sees himself as Peter Vincent and that is who he has become. The deadname no longer matters.   His stage name, his character name has become his true name.  This is a great symbolism to show how a chosen name can be a true name and a birth name is not necessarily your true name or who you are meant to be, and yes, you can learn who you truly are later.

There’s a lot of LGBTQ+ overtones in the original Fright Night (again, not so much the remake).  Amanda Beares (who played Amy, Charley’s love interest) was a lesbian in real life. Stephen Geoffreys (who played Ed) was gay in real life.  Roddy McDowall (Peter Vincent) was gay in real life.  Not only that but the character was half-inspired by Vincent Price (who was bisexual). The character Jerry Dandridge (the main vampire) had a live-in male companion that was implied to be a lover even though he also felt Amy looked like a lost lost.   And Fright Night Part 2 also featured several gay actors, including one who was dying of AIDS, Merritt Butrick (it would be his final role).  The character Regine was also implied to be bisexual.  And there was a one trans character named Belle.  

Though deadnaming wasn’t (by the majority) considered an issue yet in 1985 I would like to believe that Peter Vincent’s self-acceptance and discovering who he truly was is something powerful for many in the LGBTQ+ community.

There’s virtually no LGTBTQ+ content in the remake. Come to think of it, I don’t even remember there being any black actors in the remake either for that matter. Meanwhile in the original Fright Night the club bouncers and the homicide detective were black.  Jerry’s sister in Fright Night: Part 2 (1988) was of mixed race, and Belle (the transwoman vampire) was black.       

Fright Night (1985) deserves a more respectful remake, embracing the LGBTQ+ overtones of the original, not changing everything to try to make it be the anti-Twilight that the 2011 Fright Night tried to be.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

The Jerry Dandridge meeting scenario still ended up being like 4K words but I think that's just how it's gonna be lol.

It includes you finding out that he's a vampire so I'm sure you can imagine how it got to be a bit longwinded. Though it also kind of ends on a vague cliffhanger so honestly I'm just making excuses.❤️

[locke-writes]

Soul Bound

Author: locke-writes

Title: Soul Bound

Prompt: Soulmate AU (soul mark), Moscow - Autoheart, and Lavender For: @aryn-the-bearheart​

Rating: T

Word Count: 615

AN: Lavender is often representative of calmness, overcoming obstacles, and a sense of fascination with the unknown/supernatural

Jerry thought the mark on his forearm was someone playing a trick on him. It had existed once he was born and it forever seemed to exist even after he was turned. He thought it was a joke, some cruel trick of fate to forever burden him with the mark of a soulmate he would never have. Certainly his soulmate was long gone now and he hoped that they found someone who made them happy even without the soul mark. Jerry hadn't believed there was any way that a soulmate could exist this far from the time of his youth.

You'd moved to Vegas for a new job but from the moment you arrived you'd been unable to sleep. There were no nightmares and you'd been expecting the heat so you'd combated that by a fan close to your bed. Nothing you did seemed to help with getting to sleep and you were thankful that work wasn't starting for another week as they'd been understanding about the fact that you would need to get settled in a new city before reporting in to the office. Night after night you seemed to toss and turn.

He knew not to go after neighbors, be polite and have excuses in case any of his feedings got out of hand but never go after the neighbors or he'd have police to answer too. He'd seen you move in, or rather had seen the moving truck arrive in the early morning but as the sun rose he left to spend time inside hiding behind the boarded up windows and seeking whatever darkness he could find. He supposed you might have found him rude if you didn't know him but Jerry didn't care, there wasn't really a chance that the two of you would ever run across one another.

Nights grew long without sleep, hours seemed to tick on slower and slower. You knew it might not be a good idea to wander the neighborhood at night but what else were you to do? You couldn't focus enough for a movie and nothing was on tv but infomercials that bored you. A walk in the night air would do you good you thought, it was a stifling mellow heat, not as brutal as during the day but certainly not the cool night air that you wanted. Still it was silent other than the sound of crickets and the occasional car horn off in the distance.

Something was off that night, he'd gone too many clubs searching for a feed and yet nothing. No one seemed to him to be a good meal, no one seemed worth the hunt. He was pulling into his driveway when he saw you walking around the corner, you seemed distracted but looked up when you heard the truck door slam shut. He caught eyes with you and something spoke to him, it seemed to have spoken to you to.

It seemed a cruel trick of fate to bring you to Jerry but as soon as he brought his arm up to shake your hand in greeting you noticed the mark. It was hard not to notice it not just due to its placement but more so due to the fact that you looked at the same mark in the mirror every morning on your own arm. You'd always wondered who your soulmate would be and now here he was before you. Perhaps that was why you couldn't sleep for your soul knew his location and was drawing you near.

If only your soulmark would have warned you that your soulmate was a vampire. If only you had known that before you began learning to hunt them.

[askjerrydandridge]

(( I would kill to interact with a Charley blog, gotta start my search. ))

[tawneybel]

Note: Haven’t written period stuff in a while lol.

Imagine realizing Jerry Dandrige is a monster.

In your room, you contemplated how you would tell your housemate. Consumed by this unpleasant thought, you jumped when she stuck her head in.

“______, didn’t you hear me call you? Come on down.”

You were still crafting a mundane retelling of your interaction with Jerry as you followed her. Not mundane as in “boring,” but mundane as in “believable.” You wanted to tell your roomie the truth so bad. He was a type of predator. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that.

“Hello, ______.”

Jerry ceased tapping on the side of his chair and sat up to look at you. You refrained from answering. You turned to your housemate, who shared (or so she thought) a knowing look with you, smirked at Jerry, and left the room.

“Has she been converted to one of your minions?”

He chuckled, but didn’t answer. And didn’t get up like you’d hoped. If he got up, you might’ve been able to unroot yourself from the carpet.

“We have the living room to ourselves.”

The way Jerry casually drummed his fingers against his thighs made your skin crawl.

“Can you call what you do night after night ‘living’?”

This time he just smiled, shaking his head like he thought you’d either said something surprisingly clever or unsurprisingly stupid. It was hard to tell with Jerry. You were barely acquainted with your neighbor yet you wished he was a stranger. At least then you’d have an excuse to defend yourself. Why did he have to get to your housemate before you could warn her?

“Now that I’ve been made welcome, I’ll probably drop by quite a bit.” Ah. Vampires did have to be invited in, after all.

“Speaking of ‘drop,’ or should I say ‘drops’?”

An immaculate finger pointed below your waist. Driblets of blood streamed down your thigh. You stared at his ring while heat rushed to your face. You were so preoccupied, you’d forgotten to replace your tampon after tossing it.

Jerry stood up. “How about I clean you up?”

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine meeting Jerry Dandridge at a costume party on Halloween

[jinxthequeergirl]

I added Jerry Dandridge and The Lost boys (and star) to my wiriting list

[horrorstolemyheart]

Warmth

Notes: Just a quick, short little fic I whipped up. I hope Jerry feels in character. Kind of a melodramatic tone for a character from a horror comedy but hey, I had fun with it lol. Perhaps not my best? Again this was sorta quick. But anyways, hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Mention of blood, reader dying (but not permanently), I guess a slightly sexy scene? If neck kisses fall under that, I'm sure you could see some implied smut between the lines, but imagine it how you will. Nothing directly written. Umm... I think that's it? If I missed anything please let me know!

Pairing: Jerry Dandridge (1985) x reader

Jerry had always wanted you. He knew the moment he saw you he wanted to be with you for eternity. You were very clearly something special.

Jerry had lived so long and witnessed many incredible things. He'd seen the most stunning work of the best artisans in the world, watched the most divine thespians to walk across any stage, and heard singing that could only be described as angelic. But none of it compared to you.

Jerry had wanted to turn you from the beginning, but if time had taught him anything, it was to be patient. And although his overzealous nature had gotten the better of him on a few occasions, he never pressured you into it. He waited until you were ready.

The evening was a very special one indeed. Turning someone was a ritual, much like marriage. Everything was to be perfect, he made you feel like nothing less than royalty.

Candle light illuminated the room as his lips trailed down your neck causing you to gasp. The quickening of your pulse was intoxicating and a part of him would miss your fragile mortality. The sound of your heartbeat, the warmth of your skin. 

"Are you ready, my love?" He whispered against your soft skin.

"Yes," you replied breathlessly.

A few more chaste kisses were placed before fangs sunk into your neck, blood trickling from the fresh wound down the back of your shoulder. 

The beating of your heart began to slow, the grip on his strong shoulders began to weaken and your vision started to turn hazy. Your lovers face fading into a mosaic of colors.

Jerry held your body in his arms, a thumb stroked over your cheek. You were still warm, if only for a moment. He began to think of how many he'd killed in cold blood, simply to feed himself, so many strangers he cared not for. But you were his mate, his partner, the love of his life. This time was different.

The gap between your form lying completely still and the life beginning to come back felt much too long. But soon your lashes began to flutter. Your body began to shift and you blinked, jolting upright.

"Easy, darling. Your vision will adjust soon," you held onto him, glancing around the room. He placed a kiss to the back of your hand and then your forehead. The feeling was different. A bit of heat lingered, but that would soon fade. You were ready to jump up and explore, it was exhilarating. Everything looked so... clear! Colors and lights had never looked so divine in your life!

As you went to stand, Jerry held you back warning you to rest for a bit. Let your senses come down from there high. Reluctantly, you relaxed back into his arms, watching the candle flames that flickered around you, and a sense of euphoria enveloped you.

Jerry admired the look of child like wonder on your face. Reborn, and glowing with a beauty separate from your mortal kind.

You were now almost completely cool to the touch, and although a part of him would miss it, Jerry held you. And that's how you remained for just a while, wrapped in a different kind of warmth. 

**I hope to be able to write more in the coming year, I'm so excited and hope to improve. I also hope you guys will be around to read! Happy New Year lovelies!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine

"When I win your heart (Name), and I will win it, it will not be because of any trickery. It will be because you want me." (- Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones, OUAT) they say, then give you a smirk that was almost warm, and leave.

^ This ^ with you & the following villains :

CreepyPasta; Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jill, Nurse Ann, Offenderman, Puppeteer, Zalgo, etc.

Disney/Pixar; Captain Hook (i mean-), Charles F Muntz, Dr Facilier, Horned King, Jafar, Long John Silver, Maleficent, Professor Ratigan, Randall Boggs, Scar, Shan Yu, Shere Khan, etc.

Gotham; Edward Nygma/The Riddler, Fish Mooney, the Scarecrow, Lazlo Valentin/Professor Pyg, Victor Fries/Mr Freeze, etc.

Misc: Black Hat, Captain Hook (2002), Damien Dalgaard, Deucalion, Don Falcone (2022), Eris (S;LOTSS), Jack Bass, Lucius Malfoy, Mal/The Malevolent One (TDI;AS), Merle Dixon, Napoleon Boneparte (NATM), Owen/Wolf (TWD), Peter Hale, Spike/William Pratt, etc.

Once Upon A Time; Cruella De Vil, Hades, etc.

Horror; Candyman, Harper Alexander, Inkubus, Jerry Dandridge, Kieran Wilcox, Leslie Vernon, Mental Manny, Kenneth Chase/Jeffrey Hawk, Caleb Quinn, the Djinn, Tiffany Valentine, etc.

[marinerainbow]

Ahhh, your week is over! ^^ I hope you're not too exhausted 😅 Get some rest!! Here are some soft F/O's ^^ 💛💛💛

~

Its been a long-ass week for you and Audrey II knew that, so when you got up on Saturday morning and tried to hop out of bed too early for their tastes- a vine slipped out of the pot and wrapped around your waist; guiding you right back to bed. "Wait- Audrey- " "Uh uh uh, nope, babydoll!~ You're getting some rest now so get back in that bed. Whadaya want from the kitchen? I'll get it for you, hm?"

~

"Shhhh, sweetface~ " Tiffany crooned, laying by your side on the couch, your head on her shoulder and her fingers running soothingly through your hair. The air is quiet, and still, and peaceful. You feel the stress of the week slipping away like pulling a knot loose. "I don't want you thinkin' about nothin, you hear me?? Not those shithead customers, not your poor achy body, none of that. Just focus on restin' up, okay?~ Now, whadaya wanna order in to eat, huh?"

~

"Darlin' come on, we're goin' fer a walk." "A walk??" You ask, eyes round with curiosity as you look to Harper. Your mind is so tired... you don't want to think. "Yeah, I wanna show ya a place. Its my special place- I wanna share it with you. An' I think it might help ya. Its real relaxin, I promise." When he leans over, pushes your hair back from your forehead and gives you a kiss there you can feel the achiness already dissipating. "... c'mon, its quiet and no one else knows about in town. It'll be just us for the day, yeah?"

~

Jerry took a different approach to your end-of-the-week exhaustion. After picking you up from work at the end of the day he gave you some new clothes to change into (Comfy clothes that he knew you loved) and sent you back into the restaurant to change in the bathroom. Then he drove you to a somewhere unfamiliar. Your eyebrows knit together; confused as walks you into a plate-throwing warehouse??... Eyes widening, you turn to see your handsome vampire boyfriend with his coat off and rolling up his sleeves; a confident-almost-cocky grin on his face. "Ha. i thought this might be fun, and besides- its great for getting out frustrations. Come on, I booked us a whole room to ourselves."

👇 Actual footage of these imagines fueling me and making my heart feel so full 👇

Wicked!! You always know how to hit the spot with F/O's and imagines!!! I- I- can I marry these? Is it possible to marry imagines? It will be

Tiffany's is of course my favorite, but Audrey's and Jerry's intrigue me! Audrey- first of all, how are you fitting in my bedroom? XD also, I know I shouldn't be surprised since they worked a telephone but... How will they cook?? What will it taste like? I'm very intrigued XD

And Jerry!! I've never heard of a plate-throwing warehouse actually, but it sounds violently rekaxing! Would it be alright if I blasted some Metallica from my phone while we smash China? (No joke; I was on my way home from work yesterday and I turned on the radio. And Enter Sandman was playing and holy shit I felt so alive. Metallica is therapy, and I bet it would slap so hard with smashing shit)

Thank you so so so much for these! I'm definitely re-reading these for the rest of my weekend ^^

[thenightling]

Homophobia and absolutely no gaydar (Dracula related)

  I had to remove someone from my Horror Comics Facebook group for some blatant homophobia.    I guess they (yet again) forgot who created that group...  

They also went in a weird tangent about how straight Count Dracula is...  Apparently pissed off because I mentioned that Marvel's Dracula is confirmed as pan now. Many literary experts believe the character of Renfield was a reflection of Stoker's guilt for being attracted to Henry Irving (The actor who inspired Dracula's look in the novel).      The German production of Frank Wildhorn's Dracula the musical had grooms beside brides.     The 1936 film Daughter of Dracula was as gay as it could be despite the Hayes code.   It was so gay that a night club was opened in San Francisco named Dracula's Daughter in honor of the non-straight nature of that movie.  The song "Fresh Blood" in Dracula the musical has Dracula literally announce he wants Jonathan Harker and Mina. "You and your Mina, you'll live forever..."    Dracula was also interested in a man in Boom Comics Dracula: In the Company of Monsters (2011) where he stalked the male protagonist the way he does women in most films.    Steven Moffat's Dracula is bisexual. Dario Argento's Dracula (2012) was bisexual, according to the director.       There is a deleted scene from 1992's Bram Stoker's Dracula indicating that Renfield thought Dracula would be his lover but he "Lost him to that pretty woman."    The 2004 Dracula the musical has "The master's song reprise" where Dracula is literally inches from kissing Renfield on the mouth.    Jerry Dandridge (who was confirmed as secretly being Dracula in the Fright Night 1985 novelization) had a live-in male "companion" in the original movie.     Marvel's Dracula is not the only one that had male and female lovers.    I can't imagine being THAT oblivious and having that low of a gaydar as to think Dracula was ever straight...       It reminds me of when I was in an Anne Rice fan group on Yahoo back in the 90s and a Louis fan couldn't accept that Anne Rice's vampires aren't straight.   I got an angry caplocked "MY PRINCE CHARMING IS STRAIGHT!!!" in response to a post where I pointed out that Lestat and Louis were lovers...  Universal Studios forbid scenes of Bela Lugosi biting men because they felt the character was already "too gay".  But yeah, sure, buddy, you go and convince yourself Dracula was straight this whole time.    Wait until he finds out about Carmilla. Or Dracula's son being bi in Castlevania (Netflix series).

[burntcopper]

Sidney Poitier visiting the set of Some Like It Hot

(he was filming Porgy and Bess with Dorothy Dandridge on the lot next door).

Now happily imagining if he was playing Osgood Fielding III.  Jerry and Sugar in a catfight with flying elbows to get to him while Joe sabotages Sugar’s efforts at every turn so they can pay off their bookie.

‘Jerry, you know you can get a divorce - no, what am I saying, you’ll never land anyone as gorgeous as that ever again.  And he’ll treat you right.  Let’s hope he likes the athletic type.’

‘Damn straight.’