I was lucky enough to get to see an early premiere of the film and spent the next week practically salivating while I waited to see it again. Then there was the Alamo Drafthouse premiere with Anton Chris And Mark (Brewster, Evil Ed, and the asshole friend) and that just made it all the more torturous a wait. I'm a huge fan of the original, it's one of my childhood favs, so when I heard they were redoing it and that Noxon was the writer (wrote for Buffy) I nearly died.

I'd like to make it clear that I've never been a huge Ferrall fan. Which is weird since he's not only hot but dark Irish which is my favorite type of man, he's even got the accent. He just never did it for me until this film. Holy god if I could bottle Jerry-Farrell up I'd drink him every day.

So here is my fan-girl input into this fandom. I just couldn't help myself. It started off as a fic between Amy and Jerry, the time between his abducting her and her change to crazy woman…as well as the mysterious loss of her sweater and pants, unless I was the only one who noticed that….I plan to post that at some point or another, but for now, I wanted to play with an OC so that I wasn't restricted and her reactions to this deadly hunk of man-god could be all my own. Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think.

God, it's so nice to have a scary vampire again, I almost want to cry in thanks to Marti. NO FUCKING SPARKLES WHOOT!

"You're telling me that guy right there is single?" I asked, leaning back against the wall and letting a leg dangle over the rail of Doris's lawn chair. The Go-Go dancer grinned, and got comfortable for her people watching.

"He is."

I nodded, taking this in and titling my head to watch him digging in the yard. "So what's wrong with him?"

He was hot, that was unquestionable, more so now that he was smudged with dirt in a fitted wife-beater. I couldn't deny that I enjoyed the way the shirt clung to him, and those arms. Those were good arms to have. However, when a girl worked as a dancer and was faced with men every night, she learned to spot the different kinds. Generally speaking, if a guy that attractive was single he was a player, an asshole, or unstable.

Doris frowned and shook her head. "There's nothing wrong with him, except for the fact that he works construction."

At this I couldn't hold back my laugh. "Obviously he's doing well enough, and when did you become such a gold-digger?" she giggled and I jumped down off the porch rail to lean against it and regard him with a wicked grin. "Besides, that construction did him good. Are you seeing the shape of him? I'd love to be his soap-suds when he showers, slowly trailing down his body into parts unknown. I bet he's got one of those sexy V lines on his hips. Soapsud Natalie would love to make her way down those lines." I paused to take a deep breath, "Is it getting hot outside or am I just turning myself on?"

Doris went into another fit of giggles, slapping my arm. Across the street, the infamous Jerry paused in his work to sit back. There was a curious little smile on his face, but I didn't know why he'd be amused. Unless he just REALLY enjoyed him some yard work.

"Don't be bad, Nat." Doris said, taking a sip of her lemonade. The ice had long ago melted when the neighbor had come outside and distracted us both, but I don't think she much cared. Jerry had started working again, and we both took a moment to enjoy the sight of it.

"So you'll let me know how it is won't ya?" I asked, nudging her with my elbow.

"Know how what is?"

"Jerry." I grinned, "Parts unknown. You haven't decided to puss out on your date have you?"

My best friend looked scandalized, but the expression was colored by a smile. She lowered her voice, as if he might hear us and shook her head.

"It's not a date, it's just a beer or two."

"Which will lead to six or ten and then that's when the clothes get lost. You forget that I know you, and when you want something, you generally get it, the consequences be damned." I smiled, ruffling her hair, "Jerry won't know what hit him." I paused a moment then shrugged, "But once you guys are getting down on the reg, maybe see if he's down to let me join the party."

"Natalie!" Doris exclaimed, drawing the attention of the yard working hottie. Unfazed I lifted a hand to give him a flirty wave, smiling brightly.

"Hey, I'm not gay or anything, but sometimes sacrifices must be made to the Ass Gods to get good play. He looks like he could rock my world." I watched Jerry stand, wiping the dirt from his brow with his forearm and the action lifted his shirt just enough to give a peek at the abdomen beneath it. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was teasing me, and it made me feel like a high school girl again. Thankfully I'd left that behind the year before, finally graduated and now I was happily working beside Doris at Club Radio downtown. The men were drunk and sometimes grabby, but it paid well and I enjoyed dancing, so all in all it worked out.

"Does he look over-heated to you?" I asked suddenly, watching the guy disappear into his garage and reappear with a small gardening tool.

"What do you mean?" Doris asked skeptically.

"He's all sweaty and…sweaty. I think he looks thirsty."

"What are you talking about? I don't think he looks sweaty at all."

Before Doris could protest further, I'd sprinted into her house to grab another glass and fill it up with ice and lemonade. On my way back outside, I did a quick make-up check and adjusted my boobs, making sure they stood up and proud, then putting on the smile that got me more tips than a stripper, I made my way outside.

"Nat!" Doris hissed after me, watching in horror as I made my way toward her neighbor, "Natalie don't you dare."

I ignored her, after all I wasn't looking to steal him, just do a little innocent flirting. Doris was my best friend after all, and I'd never kill her chances with a guy. This one was just too appealing to pass up though. Jerry spotted me as I got to his lawn, glancing around to check that I was indeed headed toward him. I slowed my pace a bit as he stood, allowing myself the pleasure of a short once over. He noticed, and his lips turned up in a tiny smile.

"Can I help you?" he asked when I stopped in front of him. I smiled brightly and shook my head.

"Actually, I was going to ask you that." I replied motioning to the glass of lemonade. "I'm a friend of Doris's and we noticed you out here working so hard. You looked so hot," I let the emphasis on that word slip a little more than intended, but he only smirked, looking up through his lashes at me with those dark, dark eyes. "I thought I'd be neighborly and bring you something to drink."

"Ah." He said, glancing passed me at the no doubt panicking Doris. "Do you…live in this neighborhood?" he asked with a smile and took the offered glass, but didn't drink it.

"Normally no, but I've been known to spend the weekends with my girl over there, we work together."

He nodded, "Club Radio, are you a dancer too?" I nodded, "Pardon me for saying it, but you don't look…"

"Old enough?" I asked, it was something I was used to hearing, and had lost its offensive edge over the years. Not that I think Jerry could have offended me if he'd been burning a flag with my face on it. "So I've been told. I'm 19 though, fresh out of school and ready for the world."

"I see that." He smiled again, and there was something behind it, like I'd missed some private joke. I didn't feel like he was laughing at me, but it was defiantly there.

We lapsed into silence, but I wasn't one to feel awkward so it didn't really bother me. Jerry rubbed the back of his neck, catching the way my eyes locked onto the ripple of muscle beneath the pale flesh of his bicep.

"I'm sorry, I must have missed it, but I didn't catch your name?"

I shook myself back into reality and laughed, "Sorry, I'm Natalie, Nat for short, and Tempest when I'm on stage."

He nodded, laughing softly in his reserved little way then his eyes snapped up to something behind me. Doris appeared on my right with a tense smile. No doubt she thought I'd said something embarrassing and was coming to make sure I didn't make it worse. I had a tendency to forget to filter myself, but I was slowly getting better at it. At least I thought so.

"Hey Jerry," she said, looping her arm with mine and squeezing it in a silent warning to me. "Sorry if she's bothering you, it was my mistake to let her off her leash."

I arched a brow, glancing at my friend but didn't comment. Let her play big jealous girl all she wanted, it didn't make me look like the jackass.

"She's not a bother at all." He smiled, dark eyes moving between us and no doubt sensing the tension. "She was just telling me what good friends the two of you are."

"Sometimes she exaggerates." Doris replied and I laughed softly, elbowing her. Jerry nodded, glancing back into his house then back at us.

"Well I've got to do a bit of cleaning, my place is still a bit of a mess from the move," he turned a charming little smile on Doris who all but melted from it, "That is of course, if you're still coming over."

"Of course," she said, voice hitching just a bit in her excitement, "wouldn't miss it."

I tried to hide my smirk at the girlish quality of her voice, but Jerry caught it. Thankfully I'd lost the expression when Doris glanced my way.

"So…" I clapped at the pregnant pause in conversation after that. "I've got to work tonight, but you kids have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do…which doesn't really restrict much besides maybe anu-"

"See you later Natalie." Doris interrupted before I could humiliate her, but Jerry seemed to be fighting back a smile.

"It was…nice meeting you Natalie." He said, offering a hand which I took immediately, "maybe one of these days the three of us could get together or something. Make a party of things."

Doris was smiling beside me, lost in her gazing at him, but I was looking right in his eyes and I could swear there was humor there. I knew there was no way he could have heard our conversation, but for a moment I imagined he was teasing me, and my grip on his hand loosened in my brief shock. Thankfully I recovered quickly enough and pulled away.

"I wouldn't want to get in the way." I smiled, but gave him an inviting look-over anyway. Hell if he was offering, there couldn't be any harm in it. I gave Doris a quick hug and waved my goodbyes.

"Be seeing ya, Jerry." I grinned as I walked toward my shitty little Volvo.

He smirked giving me a short wave, "Catch ya later."

God, if only I'd known.

So this first chapter is just formal meeting of the character, I'd originally planned to have Jerry eat the shit out of Natalie first thing, but decided I wanted her to have a bit of a thing and flirty relationship before he flipped a switch on her.

I'd like to go ahead and let you know that Natalie's character is not a good person, in the usual sense of the word. In fact she is rather broken, which is what makes me think she would make a perfect vampire, at least Jerry's type of vampire.

Don't expect her to be a simpering girly girl, and you should be ready to see her do some pretty horrible things. But hell, that's half the fun! :D

The real fun will start in the next chapters. Let's here is for REAL vampires! YAY!