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Distribution: Hey, if you actually want to post it somewhere, lemme know!
That'd be awesome!
Summary: Evil Ed. 'Nuff said. *grin*
Notes: Who else is mad about Ed not being in the sequel? Or is it just me.
ah well, anyway, this one's for Evil Ed!
Fright Night 3
"Charlie, are you coming with me or not?"
"Yeah, yeah. Hold on a minute."
Charley Brewster pushed back the curtain from his window and peered out. The night had dropped down suddenly, it seemed. It had been daylight only moments before. Or, that's the way it felt to Charley. He shuddered involuntarily and hugged himself. He knew he was safe, he watched the vampires die right before his eyes. But. what if it was like last time? What if there were more of them? He didn't want to think about it.
"Charley!"
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm coming."
Charley grabbed his coat and walked towards his waiting girlfriend, who was standing in the doorway. He grinned stupidly. She was beautiful, he never thought he'd get over losing his last two girlfriends. He went through so quickly, it was almost depressing. made him think he'd never find anyone. But he knew it now, this was it. Michelle Travis. Blonde hair, big brown eyes, the sweetest smile he'd ever seen. Perfect.
They walked out the front door of the 12 story apartment building. The cool night air brushing past them curiously, with almost a life of it's own. Charley looked to the left and then to the right. Silently scanning the area. Checking for. no. The vampires were gone.
Michelle giggled and pulled at his arm, dragging him the rest of the way to the car. He had stopped walking while he was looking around. He sat behind the steering wheel and leaned over to the right, opening to lock to the passenger's side for Michelle to get in. She opened the door lightly and seated herself in the beaten old automobile. Charley pushed the key in and revved up the car. It purred loudly, like a cat that had seen one year to many.
"Yeah. hehehe, start that car up, Brewster." A shadowy figure was perched on a high branch on a tree that hanged above Charley's car. It leaned over like an animal, crouched low. A toothy grin playing on it's face. "Just make sure you go fast, I want a ride!" It laughed, a mixture of playfulness and maliciousness.
Charley got the engine going and the car moved slowly across the paved road. The tires hitting up against small pebbles, and bouncing them off, making a small clicking noise as they pulled out of the parking lot.
The figure gave one last, long giggle and leapt off it's perch, landing lightly, almost soundlessly on the roof of Charley's car. It grinned happily, and whispered to itself. "Hehehe, oh man, I'm getting good at this!" It grasped onto the car and held on.
Michelle turned to Charley, quickly, a strange, frightened look on her face. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
The car turned a sharp corner out of the parking lot and brushed against the curb. The figure squeaked in surprise and held on tighter. It let out a nervous chuckle. "Jesus, Brewster, nice driving, sheesh."
Michelle looked out the window, trying to peer up to the roof outside. After straining for a few seconds, with no product, she called to Charley. "I think an animal jumped on our roof, Charley, maybe you should pull over."
He turned to her, his brow furrowed in interest. "You think so?"
She nodded furiously.
Charley sighed. "Okay, hold on, let me get off the main road." He turned the car to the left and pulled to the side, the car slowing down to a stop. He turned the engine off and pushed his door open. He climbed out and lifted his head to look up at the roof. "Hey, Michelle, there's nothing up here."
A confused look came over her face. "Huh?" She opened her door and stepped out. "Hm, guess I was wrong. We must have just hit a branch or something."
Charley laughed. "And I thought I was the one who was nervous." He slid back into his seat, closing the door behind him.
"Very funny, Charley." She hopped back into the car and slammed her door shut, then shot Charley a guilty look. "Oh, sorry, I forgot."
"Come on, it's a old car. You're lucky the door just didn't fall right off." He sighed. "It's okay, just be gentler next time." He started the car up again and drove back onto the center of the street.
"Evil Ed" Thompson peered out slowly from the tree he was hid behind, he was breathing heavily, and all but nervous. He hit himself on the side of the head. "Good job, almost got yourself caught." He shook his head in disgust. "And you lost a meal." He walked out from his hiding spot and stood on the side of the road with his arms crossed. "I'm hungry." He sighed in frustration. No cars passed on the quiet road. It was late, that was understandable, but it pissed Ed off all the same. Why did this kind of stuff always happen to him? He made a 'tsk' sound and stepped into the woods.
It was quiet, except for the sound of crickets chirping. Ed looked around curiously, something jumped inside a bush a little to his left, and he turned his head abruptly. Heightened senses were one plus of the whole vampire side-gig. A grin spread slowly across his face, and he moved towards the shrub. Something jumped inside it again and Ed paused. Motionless, like a cat stalking it's prey.
After a few minutes of waiting, the bush twitched again, and a small, white rabbit hopped slowly out. Ed's smile widened. It wasn't much, but it had been four days since Ed had eaten last, and he was starving. He inched carefully towards it, his eyes focused on nothing else. The rabbit stopped moving, and it's eyes went wide. It knew Ed was after it, and Ed knew it knew. He lunged for it, trying to trap it underneath his body, but to no avail. It had already taken off, and was almost out of sight.
He groaned in frustration, then second thought it, and whimpered. It was a pathetic sound. In vampire standards, he was still young. Only one of the un-dead for less than three years, and he still had a lot to learn. Only. there was no one to teach him. Jerry Dandrige was dead, and he couldn't find any other vampires in the area. He knew he could leave, find others elsewhere, but something kept him bound to the town. He didn't want to leave, that was the thing. There were to many memories there that he was reluctant to leave behind. He knew he'd probably get over them eventually, but for now, he'd stay here. and, maybe, just maybe, it wasn't just the memories that kept him here. there was something that made him believe it was Charley too.
He and Charlie had been best friends, he knew it, even though he would have never admitted it. He had no other friend in the world, to be honest... what for his morbid interests with the occult and horror. It was that same similar interest that drew each of them together, no matter how much they argued and fought. Truthfully, Ed missed it. Part of him didn't want to move on, and he knew he never would, unless Charley somehow died. He had had many the opportunity to do it himself, such as tonight, but he had always screwed up, or backed out at last minute. He couldn't bring himself to kill his best friend, even if Charley thought he was dead.
He sighed and started walking down the road. He would've flown, if he could. But try as he might, he couldn't change form. It was something that bothered him greatly, as it was something he had had a lot of fun with in the past. But ever since that screwball vampire killer had stuck a chunk of wood in his chest he'd been unable to turn into bat or wolf. He still had his agility, and was able to run at unbelievable speeds. But truth be told, he was exhausted, and slightly woozy. He didn't have the strength to run. He longed for a car to pass, or another animal. Something, anything, for him to eat, to bring his strength back. But nothing came. He knew he was in a dangerous position. If he went too long, he would die, and he was getting to the point where he didn't know how much longer he'd even be able to hunt. It was a scary situation. He walked his way back to his daytime resting place, an abandoned, broken down house. He slept in the basement, in the corner on the cold cement floor. He had no coffin to sleep in, and he didn't know how to get one, honestly, he wasn't too thrilled about snoozing in a box all day anyway, but he was beginning to think that anything was better than the freezing floor. He sighed, stretched, and curled himself up in the corner, it was a few hours before the sun set in yet, but he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He sighed painfully and fell asleep.
Fright Night 3
"Charlie, are you coming with me or not?"
"Yeah, yeah. Hold on a minute."
Charley Brewster pushed back the curtain from his window and peered out. The night had dropped down suddenly, it seemed. It had been daylight only moments before. Or, that's the way it felt to Charley. He shuddered involuntarily and hugged himself. He knew he was safe, he watched the vampires die right before his eyes. But. what if it was like last time? What if there were more of them? He didn't want to think about it.
"Charley!"
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm coming."
Charley grabbed his coat and walked towards his waiting girlfriend, who was standing in the doorway. He grinned stupidly. She was beautiful, he never thought he'd get over losing his last two girlfriends. He went through so quickly, it was almost depressing. made him think he'd never find anyone. But he knew it now, this was it. Michelle Travis. Blonde hair, big brown eyes, the sweetest smile he'd ever seen. Perfect.
They walked out the front door of the 12 story apartment building. The cool night air brushing past them curiously, with almost a life of it's own. Charley looked to the left and then to the right. Silently scanning the area. Checking for. no. The vampires were gone.
Michelle giggled and pulled at his arm, dragging him the rest of the way to the car. He had stopped walking while he was looking around. He sat behind the steering wheel and leaned over to the right, opening to lock to the passenger's side for Michelle to get in. She opened the door lightly and seated herself in the beaten old automobile. Charley pushed the key in and revved up the car. It purred loudly, like a cat that had seen one year to many.
"Yeah. hehehe, start that car up, Brewster." A shadowy figure was perched on a high branch on a tree that hanged above Charley's car. It leaned over like an animal, crouched low. A toothy grin playing on it's face. "Just make sure you go fast, I want a ride!" It laughed, a mixture of playfulness and maliciousness.
Charley got the engine going and the car moved slowly across the paved road. The tires hitting up against small pebbles, and bouncing them off, making a small clicking noise as they pulled out of the parking lot.
The figure gave one last, long giggle and leapt off it's perch, landing lightly, almost soundlessly on the roof of Charley's car. It grinned happily, and whispered to itself. "Hehehe, oh man, I'm getting good at this!" It grasped onto the car and held on.
Michelle turned to Charley, quickly, a strange, frightened look on her face. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
The car turned a sharp corner out of the parking lot and brushed against the curb. The figure squeaked in surprise and held on tighter. It let out a nervous chuckle. "Jesus, Brewster, nice driving, sheesh."
Michelle looked out the window, trying to peer up to the roof outside. After straining for a few seconds, with no product, she called to Charley. "I think an animal jumped on our roof, Charley, maybe you should pull over."
He turned to her, his brow furrowed in interest. "You think so?"
She nodded furiously.
Charley sighed. "Okay, hold on, let me get off the main road." He turned the car to the left and pulled to the side, the car slowing down to a stop. He turned the engine off and pushed his door open. He climbed out and lifted his head to look up at the roof. "Hey, Michelle, there's nothing up here."
A confused look came over her face. "Huh?" She opened her door and stepped out. "Hm, guess I was wrong. We must have just hit a branch or something."
Charley laughed. "And I thought I was the one who was nervous." He slid back into his seat, closing the door behind him.
"Very funny, Charley." She hopped back into the car and slammed her door shut, then shot Charley a guilty look. "Oh, sorry, I forgot."
"Come on, it's a old car. You're lucky the door just didn't fall right off." He sighed. "It's okay, just be gentler next time." He started the car up again and drove back onto the center of the street.
"Evil Ed" Thompson peered out slowly from the tree he was hid behind, he was breathing heavily, and all but nervous. He hit himself on the side of the head. "Good job, almost got yourself caught." He shook his head in disgust. "And you lost a meal." He walked out from his hiding spot and stood on the side of the road with his arms crossed. "I'm hungry." He sighed in frustration. No cars passed on the quiet road. It was late, that was understandable, but it pissed Ed off all the same. Why did this kind of stuff always happen to him? He made a 'tsk' sound and stepped into the woods.
It was quiet, except for the sound of crickets chirping. Ed looked around curiously, something jumped inside a bush a little to his left, and he turned his head abruptly. Heightened senses were one plus of the whole vampire side-gig. A grin spread slowly across his face, and he moved towards the shrub. Something jumped inside it again and Ed paused. Motionless, like a cat stalking it's prey.
After a few minutes of waiting, the bush twitched again, and a small, white rabbit hopped slowly out. Ed's smile widened. It wasn't much, but it had been four days since Ed had eaten last, and he was starving. He inched carefully towards it, his eyes focused on nothing else. The rabbit stopped moving, and it's eyes went wide. It knew Ed was after it, and Ed knew it knew. He lunged for it, trying to trap it underneath his body, but to no avail. It had already taken off, and was almost out of sight.
He groaned in frustration, then second thought it, and whimpered. It was a pathetic sound. In vampire standards, he was still young. Only one of the un-dead for less than three years, and he still had a lot to learn. Only. there was no one to teach him. Jerry Dandrige was dead, and he couldn't find any other vampires in the area. He knew he could leave, find others elsewhere, but something kept him bound to the town. He didn't want to leave, that was the thing. There were to many memories there that he was reluctant to leave behind. He knew he'd probably get over them eventually, but for now, he'd stay here. and, maybe, just maybe, it wasn't just the memories that kept him here. there was something that made him believe it was Charley too.
He and Charlie had been best friends, he knew it, even though he would have never admitted it. He had no other friend in the world, to be honest... what for his morbid interests with the occult and horror. It was that same similar interest that drew each of them together, no matter how much they argued and fought. Truthfully, Ed missed it. Part of him didn't want to move on, and he knew he never would, unless Charley somehow died. He had had many the opportunity to do it himself, such as tonight, but he had always screwed up, or backed out at last minute. He couldn't bring himself to kill his best friend, even if Charley thought he was dead.
He sighed and started walking down the road. He would've flown, if he could. But try as he might, he couldn't change form. It was something that bothered him greatly, as it was something he had had a lot of fun with in the past. But ever since that screwball vampire killer had stuck a chunk of wood in his chest he'd been unable to turn into bat or wolf. He still had his agility, and was able to run at unbelievable speeds. But truth be told, he was exhausted, and slightly woozy. He didn't have the strength to run. He longed for a car to pass, or another animal. Something, anything, for him to eat, to bring his strength back. But nothing came. He knew he was in a dangerous position. If he went too long, he would die, and he was getting to the point where he didn't know how much longer he'd even be able to hunt. It was a scary situation. He walked his way back to his daytime resting place, an abandoned, broken down house. He slept in the basement, in the corner on the cold cement floor. He had no coffin to sleep in, and he didn't know how to get one, honestly, he wasn't too thrilled about snoozing in a box all day anyway, but he was beginning to think that anything was better than the freezing floor. He sighed, stretched, and curled himself up in the corner, it was a few hours before the sun set in yet, but he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He sighed painfully and fell asleep.