welcome to fright night

“‘Damn you!’ 'But,’ said the carnival owner quietly, 'I am already.’”

[frightnightx]

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This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

All details vary based on verse, but in general Jerry is taken from Fright Night (2011), with occasional connections or lore pulled from the original two movies as needed. I also mix my plot with The Lost Boys (1987) and headcanon that Jerry/Max are the same person, that Jerry is my David's maker, and that both of those films had very different endings, verse depending.

Please note before interacting that Jerry is an unrepentant villain. He sees humans as little more than food or temporary entertainment, and while he has a fondness for some of his kind, particularly his own descendants, he generally won't hesitate to let them die in order to save himself (exceptions made if they prove resilient enough to survive decades or more). The majority of his plots outside of other supernaturals are likely to end in death or turning, but I will check with you before either! Likewise, if you prefer to plot Jerry's death, I'm happy to work with you on that. Being a villain has consequences, but communication is key.

wanted connections:

Coven: Jerry's breed of vampire likes to be around their kind, so I headcanon that he's made many of them over the centuries and wouldn't stop them from going their own ways, especially when staying together as a group attracts too much attention. He would check in on them every so often though and welcome the same. Happy to talk through turning a muse or pre-established connections there! Vampires: Fright Night's lore implies that there are many kinds of vampires in that universe, so I'd love crossovers with other kinds of vampires/supernatural from other fandoms! Friendly, antagonistic, etc. all welcome. Other: Charley Brewster, Peter Vincent, David Powers, Star, Michael & Sam Emerson, Frog brothers

default verses:

horror!verse: Any crossovers with other horror/paranormal fandoms, where all kinds of vampires and other creatures co-exist.

welcome to new york: After most of his "family" is slaughtered, first in Santa Carla and then in Las Vegas, Jerry wanders as a nomad for decades before settling in New York City. Best for all the "I think my neighbor might be a vampire" plots.

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

all the damn vampires: A specific crossover with The Lost Boys (1987) universe, where Jerry and Max are the same person. Must be plotted beforehand, since I won't assume a Lost Boys muse (aside from mine) is connected to Jerry without prior discussion.

[boghermit]

Vampires when they sip on your blood and catch extra strength Tylenol, at least two psychiatric meds, two cups of coffee, weed, and microplastics 

[freakytikigifs]

Colin Farrell as Jerry Dandrige FRIGHT NIGHT

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

He paced him toward the stairs but didn't move to ascend, his head tilting curiously to see if he was even capable of climbing them under his own power in his weakened state. He wasn't expecting the sudden surge of aggression, a laugh that ended in a growl spilling past his lips when he shoved him. "Damned," he practically snarled, stalking back into his space and grabbing at the cross around his neck. He wasn't trying to break it. He just wrapped it in his fist for a few moments and then let it fall back to his chest, his hand unmarked. "Do you know why it burns you but not me? Because you're weak. You're not cursed, Matthew. You're just hungry."

With Jerry grabbing the silver cross hanging around his neck, there was no smell of burning flesh or any sign of distress from the vampire...marking what he said as truth. But at the same time, Matt didn't want to believe it. "I'm not weak!" He spat, firmly holding his ground against the vampire. Though he didn't know how much his resolve would hold and if Jerry was telling the truth about what would become of him if he continued to refuse to feed, the choice would no longer be his. "Why can't I feed off of you again? You had me do it when you first turned me. How is now any different?!"

@frightnightx

[frightnightx]

"No, you won't," he agreed, his voice returning to normal as his free hand stroked the side of his face. The anger had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. That bond he'd just called upon was a double-edged sword. It allowed him to control his fledglings, true, but it made him inexplicably fond of them as well. Make no mistake, Jerry would sacrifice all his offspring to save himself if it came down to that, but he wouldn't be happy about it. He liked them, protected them in his way, wanted them to thrive.

"You make this more difficult for yourself than it has to be." He sighed, the hand around his throat slackening, although Matt technically no longer needed to breathe. He was cruel enough to say no, but he didn't want to. Matt wouldn't be able to heal the burns without fresh blood. Jerry was trying to make him break his hunger strike, not leave him tortured in a basement, and making him endure them seemed like a layer of punishment too far, even for him.

Letting him feed meant Matt started the process all over, but he supposed they could both live with that, in a manner of speaking. He tilted his throat toward him, a sharp nail slicing the vein in his neck. Hot blood gushed instantly to the surface, and a firm hand at the back of his head guided him toward it, though he probably didn't need help at this point. Jerry would be surprised if he wasn't one tick away from being completely feral.

[frightnightx]

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Humans didn't often capture his attention, which was probably for the best. It rarely ended well for the human. Once, he hadn't been that particular about who he turned when he wanted a family. There was strength in numbers, and most of them were just cannon fodder, but the world wasn't made for that anymore. Now, he turned one if he turned any, spent years or even decades with them, and then left them to their own devices. Every fledgling went off on their own eventually, and Jerry didn't fight it. It was the natural order of things. He checked in on them now and then, or they dropped in on him, and that was enough.

It had been some years since he'd had a companion, and he was starting to get… he wouldn't have called it lonely. Bored, restless, tired. Unfortunately for Clint, the archer had caught his attention. Jerry could never say exactly what it was that drew him to a specific human. Perhaps it was something different every time. Vampires as a whole tended to be drawn to beauty and talent, things they didn't have, and Clint had both. What he'd initially thought could be a problem--close neighbors had been a problem for him in the past--had turned into an entertaining diversion.

It was obvious Clint didn't believe in vampires, and it had almost become a game to Jerry now, seeing what it would take for him to notice and put the pieces together. Garlic, mirrors, running water, holy items-- all myths. He couldn't turn into a bat or a wolf either. (Pity.) Sunlight, on the other hand, was very real, and so was silver, at least in large quantities. Shoot him with a silver bullet, and it would burn like fuck, but it wouldn't kill him if he was already at full strength. A wooden stake would be more dangerous to him, but those were damn hard to aim. Had to destroy the heart completely. Invitations were also real, and he'd enjoyed himself a time or two leaning in Clint's doorway to see if he'd ask him in, finding veiled excuses to leave if he didn't.

Even Jerry got bored with games after a while though, and he was about to take this one to the next level. He knew Clint was following him--no matter how quiet, there was no masking his heartbeat--and he'd deliberately taken a turn into a more posh neighborhood. Knowing full well that Clint would have a clear view of him, he leapt a high fence faster than a human would have been able to and vanished into the shadows around the back of an empty house. He could smell that the home had been empty for days, but the in-ground pool was well-kept, the landscaping carefully maintained.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Cautiously, Clint moved further into the yard in search of the surprisingly elusive Jerry. Lawn chair, planters, pool, garden shed on the far side of the yard, and a grill. There wasn't a whole lot of places for the man to hide but yet Jerry seemed to have vanished into thin air with ease. It was unnerving, his instincts screaming at him to get to a vantage point. Somewhere that would give him the upper hand and offer the opportunity to spot him before he had the chance to sneak up on him. Though another scan of the backyard and he was quickly coming to the conclusion that Jerry was not there. He was about to head to the far side of the yard to climb the fence to hunt his tenant down but there was suddenly a voice behind him.

The archer startled with a small jump and gasp, heart racing as he spun around to find Jerry sitting smugly in the lawn chair that had been empty only seconds before. It wasn't humanly possible for him to have gotten past him without notice but yet there he was, not even out of breath as if he had been running. His instincts screamed for self-preservation and to run, to get far away from the man as fast as he could. But his problem was that he had always been the worst when it came to self-preservation, always charging towards danger and tonight was no different.

"Hey Jerry," Clint said with a stiff swallow, trying to reassess his situation as quickly as possible. Jerry in front of him and now the pool was at his back, in a sense trapping him. A sidestep towards the opposite fence. "You live across the hall from me. I wouldn't exactly call it watching but it's hard not to notice when things are going on. Don't you think?" It sounded reasonable and it wasn't a lie. It was hard not to notice that Jerry was different only because they lived so close.

"Was it HYDRA? Did they hit you up with the super serum? A super evil dose?" With no less confidence in his voice, he eyed the man suspiciously. "The kind that turns you into a serial killer?"

[frightnightx]

It amused him to watch him startle, but his fear was having a different effect. He could practically taste it on the air, and he inhaled deeply. Jerry didn't need to breathe at all except out of habit, but scent was one of his strongest senses. He could have hunted him by scent alone, without his eyes or ears. His fangs ached in his mouth as he held them in check and hunger cramped in his belly, never fully satisfied no matter how much he killed. He hadn't fed tonight. He hadn't had a chance with Clint on his tail. Black spilled from his pupils and pooled in his irises, not yet spreading fully, nearly invisible in the darkness.

His smile widened. People did come up with the most interesting explanations for his behavior. Once in a while, one of them even got it right, but he wasn't surprised Clint's frame of reference took him in a different direction. There were darker things than HYDRA in the world. "Strike one. Care to take another swing?" He got up from the chair slowly, the movements almost sensual, a predator who knew it had all the time in the world to strike.

He didn't take a step toward him, at least not that a human could have observed. He was just suddenly standing in front of Clint, a mere breath away. He didn't attack yet. Jerry did very much want to hurt him, but he wanted to play with him first. His fear would make his blood taste that much richer. He toyed with the idea of changing him. Jerry was an impulsive creature. He hadn't had a family since that debacle in Las Vegas, but the need for one always came back over him eventually. Maybe it was time. "You know, Clint… I think you might be too interesting to kill."

[frightnightx]

Jerry, how do you feel about David hanging around Matt so much? I mean, he’s your baby vamp

@alwaysxinxtrouble, @allthedamnvampiresx

"It's normal for the kids to bond, and David's always been good with them. Real, ah, leadership quality, you know what I mean? Matt hates me too much to listen to me right now, but he'll listen to David. I don't mind that. What I mind is that little pissant teaching Matt how to feed without killing. Matthew needs to come to terms with what he is. He can't do that by tip-toeing around the violence of us. We're killers, predators. It's natural. A gift, even. Ask David how many people he's killed. Ask him how many he killed last month. He won't know the answer. He doesn't care enough to keep track. Matt's got a rude awakening ahead of him."

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

He paced him toward the stairs but didn't move to ascend, his head tilting curiously to see if he was even capable of climbing them under his own power in his weakened state. He wasn't expecting the sudden surge of aggression, a laugh that ended in a growl spilling past his lips when he shoved him. "Damned," he practically snarled, stalking back into his space and grabbing at the cross around his neck. He wasn't trying to break it. He just wrapped it in his fist for a few moments and then let it fall back to his chest, his hand unmarked. "Do you know why it burns you but not me? Because you're weak. You're not cursed, Matthew. You're just hungry."

With Jerry grabbing the silver cross hanging around his neck, there was no smell of burning flesh or any sign of distress from the vampire...marking what he said as truth. But at the same time, Matt didn't want to believe it. "I'm not weak!" He spat, firmly holding his ground against the vampire. Though he didn't know how much his resolve would hold and if Jerry was telling the truth about what would become of him if he continued to refuse to feed, the choice would no longer be his. "Why can't I feed off of you again? You had me do it when you first turned me. How is now any different?!"

@frightnightx

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Even with the sound of footsteps racing up behind him, Matthew had held onto the hope he had gotten enough of a lead to make it front door before he was caught. His fingertips were nearly on the nob as a hand wrapped his neck, stopping him from taking another step forward. Stiffening at the grip, he was firmly pulled back against Jerry’s chest and hand forced out beyond the door. It wasn’t in the direct dawn light but the effects were still there.

Blisters instantly began to appear with the scent of burning flesh filling his noise as a searing hot pain shot through him. A cry ripped from him before turning into quick sharp hisses between clenched teeth, thrashing weakly with the attempts to pull his hand from the tight grip holding it in the low light. He cried out again in agony, feeling as if his skin was on fire and threatening to creep up his fire. Pressing back against Jerry's chest, he frantically tried to get away from the light, sobs beginning to slip in between his growls and cries.

[frightnightx]

The hand gripping Matt's blistered and burned alongside his, albeit a little slower because he was older and stronger. It hurt, of course, but his expression didn't so much as flicker as Matt writhed in his arms, his grip like iron keeping him pinned against his chest. Pain had ceased to mean much to him centuries ago. The only thing likely to really hurt him at this point was a direct shot to the heart or, naturally, the full might of the sun. Fire might stand a chance too.

It had never been a fair fight. Even if Matt wasn't weak with hunger, a baby vampire was no match for one that was hundreds of years old. And he had one other advantage over him, one he hadn’t bothered to reveal until now, when it was necessary. He yanked their hands back into the shadows and turned Matt to face him, his other hand still locked around his throat, forcing him to meet his gaze. His eyes darkened, pupils swelling to solid black, filling his field of vision. "As your maker, I command you never to harm yourself, up to and including killing yourself."

[frightnightx]

@defectivexfragmented

Jerry couldn't recall much about his human life after centuries like this, but he recalled enough about the attack to know he hadn't been meant to survive it. There was no maker waiting for him when he woke, and he'd had to learn the ropes himself. He wasn't sorry for it. He wasn't particularly prone to sentiment, and it taught him how to survive. It was his best skill. Shame so many humans didn't share it. For whatever reason, certain ones had always been drawn to his kind. Curiosity maybe, or simply a fascination with darkness, with death. He couldn't say for sure what this one was, but Jerry was a predator. He knew when he was being hunted.

Or followed, at any rate. He'd slipped into the club to see whether his human tail would follow, and he could admit to some curiosity on his side too. It wasn't just any human who could spot what he was or keep up with him. The other man didn't smell like a killer. There was no blood on him, no fear, both scents that lingered. Jerry had eaten enough serial killers to know the signs. (What? It was more entertaining to hunt monsters than victims when he felt like a challenge.) He was something though, and something was interesting. He did not want to catch the interest of something like Jerry.

He'd melted into the crowd of humans, senses alert for one in particular. He could hear every swish of fabric, every panting breath, every skitter of an insect in the walls over the pulsing music, the lights painting the room a vibrant, gory red. His favorite color. Every human in the place had a scent he could pick out and follow like a thread marking his way until he found the one he wanted. Closer than he'd expected. Did he know how close he was? Intrigued in spite of himself, he drifted closer, moving like water through the crowded dance floor until he'd appeared behind him almost like magic, breath by his ear. "You're playing with fire."

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Vampire. Every instinct he had screamed at him to turn and run. That the man was far more dangerous than Matt could handle at the moment. He wanted to rip free from the grip on the back of his neck and run for But his body still refused to comply with the desperate signals from his brain, feet rooted firmly in place. The vampire's voice was too captivating to deny and pull away from, hanging on every word as if they were the only thing that mattered.

The metallic scent of blood hit him before the vampire smeared it over his lips, a sharp inhale of breath sealing his fate before he could stop himself from it. Matt could taste the salty iron particles on his tongue, feeling the effects before he licked his lips. Brown eyes fell shut behind the red lenses as he gave into the overwhelming sensation, the heavy music booming around them melting away into a background thrum.

Compelled forward, Matthew closed the small distance between them to connect their lips together in a kiss. His hands came up to rest on the vampire's chest, fingers curling into the fabric to pull himself closer.

[frightnightx]

Humans were so predictable, yet time and time again Jerry found himself intrigued by them, drawn to them in spite of himself. He sensed that this one, this Daredevil, was special. He’d managed to follow him here, which was no small feat, and he smelled… complicated. Different. He hadn’t started the night intending to find a companion, but he found himself wanting to keep this one, to know him and let himself be known, and Jerry rarely denied his impulses. Perhaps he'd been alone too long. Perhaps it was time to try again.

A hand slid to his jaw, the other wrapping around his waist to support him as he leaned to close the distance. He kissed him deeply, tasting his own blood on his lips, as much a claiming as it was a kiss. His jaw ached, two slender fangs descending. He had a whole mouth full of them at his disposal, more like a shark than anything, but some things required more finesse. It was almost impossible to kiss a vampire without nicking lips or tongue or both. He groaned when the taste of Matt's blood mingled with his, just a little, just enough to ignite the bloodlust. His grip became vicelike, the kiss deep and thorough, as though he could lick every last drop of blood from his mouth.

He was panting when he drew back, eyes gone black and sharklike. He didn’t give Matt a chance to recover, fangs sinking into his neck. He was careful, controlled, only a single line of blood escaping into his collar as he drank. He’d already fed tonight, the hunger under control but never truly gone. It would hurt, but only in that initial moment of teeth piercing skin. After that, it could be heaven or hell, and Jerry wasn't trying to frighten him. He wanted him to enjoy it. Some of his offspring had described the experience as euphoric, a better rush than any drink or drug, so much that some humans even grew addicted to the sensation.

[shadowhaert]

blood on his mouth monday. teeth in his neck tuesday. wet and pitiful wednesday. tongue in his mouth thursday. fear in his eyes friday.

[frightnightx]

muse: Jerry Dandridge, Fright Night (2011) limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: y/m's home; maybe they're frightened, maybe they're secretly hunting him, maybe they want to be a vampire or a pet, totally utp open to: other horror canons, multifandom crossovers, OCs, whatever!

He'd been stalking them for a while, long enough for them to start suspecting him, though Jerry had no idea whether they'd made the leap to vampire. His kind was ubiquitous in popular culture, but few people actually believed. He had always enjoyed playing with his food. They tasted so much better when they were afraid. But this one… this one was special. He had plans for this one. It had been a while since he had a family.

"Rule number one when dealing with vampires…" His gaze traveled along the doorframe, that barrier that would usually keep him out but for a few small details. It had to belong to someone, it had to be structurally sound--no house, no invitation necessary--and, of course, he had to be invited. His eyes settled back on them, darkening to black, flat and sharklike, as he slowly and deliberately stepped over the threshold. "Never invite them into your home. It negates all your power there."

[pleinsdemuses]

Alice’s hands trembled as the weight of his revelation sank in. She could feel her pulse pounding in her throat, but her mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all. A vampire. It explained everything... the strange encounters, the eerie feeling that clung to her every time he was near. The scientist in her wanted to know more, wanted to dissect the impossible truth standing right in front of her. But the part of her that was human, the part that was terrified, was telling her to run.

Her eyes darted over him, her curiosity fighting with the fear crawling up her spine. There was something mesmerizing about him, something dangerous but undeniably fascinating. For a moment, she forgot her fear and stared at him, the word vampire echoing in her mind.

"So it's true," she whispered, almost to herself, her voice trembling. "You're a vampire..." She took a slow, cautious breath, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. Despite the fear gripping her, the scientist in her couldn’t resist. She had studied countless creatures, but never something like this. Her mind wanted to understand. How? Why?

[frightnightx]

His gaze lingered on the rapid flutter of her pulse. The thought of her blood filling his mouth, laced with the sweet flavor of her fear, was almost enough to draw his fangs. Almost, but not quite. Jerry hadn't survived for hundreds of years by being impulsive, although he could be at times. Killing her would be too easy. Dying was a boring side effect. He had to stay in control if he wanted to keep her.

He could practically watch her mind ticking away even under her fear, and he couldn't help laughing, surprise and delight in what was otherwise a sinister sound. "Look at you. Even now, you're just dying to get me under a microscope, aren't you?" That intellectual curiosity was one of the things that drew him to her. Vampires liked the exceptional, humans who were clever or talented or beautiful, humans who had qualities they could never have.

His steps toward her were measured and slow, a predator stalking its prey, but his voice had gone low, almost seductive. It was too easy to chase her down. He could overpower her easily. It was more fun if she chose to come to him. "I can give that to you, Alice. I can give you all the answers you're looking for… and an eternity to seek out more."

[jellogram]

God vampires are so fucking annoying "Unnnngggghh I have to attack humans to live 😩" no you don't. Literally just put an ad on craiglist or fetlife like "Hey I'm a vampire and I'm looking for someone to be my blood bag" and you would get like a thousand replies. You are a creature borne from repressed horniness, why don't you stop being catholic about it and start using it to your advantage

[frightnightx]

@defectivexfragmented

Jerry couldn't recall much about his human life after centuries like this, but he recalled enough about the attack to know he hadn't been meant to survive it. There was no maker waiting for him when he woke, and he'd had to learn the ropes himself. He wasn't sorry for it. He wasn't particularly prone to sentiment, and it taught him how to survive. It was his best skill. Shame so many humans didn't share it. For whatever reason, certain ones had always been drawn to his kind. Curiosity maybe, or simply a fascination with darkness, with death. He couldn't say for sure what this one was, but Jerry was a predator. He knew when he was being hunted.

Or followed, at any rate. He'd slipped into the club to see whether his human tail would follow, and he could admit to some curiosity on his side too. It wasn't just any human who could spot what he was or keep up with him. The other man didn't smell like a killer. There was no blood on him, no fear, both scents that lingered. Jerry had eaten enough serial killers to know the signs. (What? It was more entertaining to hunt monsters than victims when he felt like a challenge.) He was something though, and something was interesting. He did not want to catch the interest of something like Jerry.

He'd melted into the crowd of humans, senses alert for one in particular. He could hear every swish of fabric, every panting breath, every skitter of an insect in the walls over the pulsing music, the lights painting the room a vibrant, gory red. His favorite color. Every human in the place had a scent he could pick out and follow like a thread marking his way until he found the one he wanted. Closer than he'd expected. Did he know how close he was? Intrigued in spite of himself, he drifted closer, moving like water through the crowded dance floor until he'd appeared behind him almost like magic, breath by his ear. "You're playing with fire."

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

The man mirrored every step back Matt took with a step forward. It sent a chill down his spine, the blatant arrogance and confidence of how he moved. There had been hope in such a crowded space he wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything but at the same time, he realized this would actually be the perfect place for it. The mass of people around them were swept up in the booming music of the club, drunk, high, and more focused on who they were grinding against than anything else. Someone could be murdered right in the middle of them and no one would notice.

A warm hand came to cup the back of his head, the attempt to pull away was futile against the firm grip. Normally so well spoken and eloquent in the courtroom, Matt was at a loss for words. He didn't even know what he was up against, only that the man had no heartbeat and was impossibly strong.

"I'm Daredevil." The words left his lips without a second's hesitation and weren't even an afterthought. If anything, he leaned in closer towards the man and the warmth of his body. He couldn't help it. He was captivated by the sound of his voice, lured in like a moth to the flame. "That's my secret."

[frightnightx]

From the outside, it didn't look like anything terrible was happening. They were just another couple chasing the high of attraction, seducer and seduced. Even their movements looked more like dancing than fighting, though the man had yet to put up any real defense. It was part of Jerry's charm to so easily disarm the unwary. Something about him called to certain people just as clearly as it warned others away. He thought this one might be drawn to darkness.

His smile widened slightly, though there was a flicker of confusion in him. He hadn't been in New York City long enough for the words to mean anything to him. He didn't know about the city's moonlighting vigilante, the savior of Hell's Kitchen. "Well, Daredevil… My secret is that I'm a vampire." His voice had dropped, the moment almost intimate as the crowd surged around them without ever disturbing their little bubble of space, a still point in the chaos.

"You want a taste?" He drew him closer, bringing his own finger to his mouth. He bit hard enough to pierce the skin, blood welling to the surface. He pressed it to Matt's mouth, smearing blood over his lips, and then sucked the digit clean, the skin smoothing over as though the wound had never been there. It could have an intoxicating effect on humans, stronger than his eyes or his voice. "It could be like a dream." His lips hovered over his, a breath away from a kiss, waiting to see if he would struggle or close that last small distance.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

He paced him toward the stairs but didn't move to ascend, his head tilting curiously to see if he was even capable of climbing them under his own power in his weakened state. He wasn't expecting the sudden surge of aggression, a laugh that ended in a growl spilling past his lips when he shoved him. "Damned," he practically snarled, stalking back into his space and grabbing at the cross around his neck. He wasn't trying to break it. He just wrapped it in his fist for a few moments and then let it fall back to his chest, his hand unmarked. "Do you know why it burns you but not me? Because you're weak. You're not cursed, Matthew. You're just hungry."

With Jerry grabbing the silver cross hanging around his neck, there was no smell of burning flesh or any sign of distress from the vampire...marking what he said as truth. But at the same time, Matt didn't want to believe it. "I'm not weak!" He spat, firmly holding his ground against the vampire. Though he didn't know how much his resolve would hold and if Jerry was telling the truth about what would become of him if he continued to refuse to feed, the choice would no longer be his. "Why can't I feed off of you again? You had me do it when you first turned me. How is now any different?!"

@frightnightx

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

"You're a fucking dick!" Matthew snapped against his better judgement, turning away to begin pacing back in forth. He knew Jerry was right though. He could feel the feral side fighting to take over and give into his most primal instinct; feed. Hands raked through his hair with a nervous bounce as he rocked back on his heels for a moment, realizing he did have one option left. If Jerry was back, that meant the sun was beginning to rise...and that would be his out. A small smile graced his lips, rubbing his thumb over his brow and sighed. It was the only way. Turning sharply on his heel, he darted for the stairs with all the strength he had left in him, reminding himself he just had to make it outside and it would all be over. The people of Hell's Kitchen would be safe from him at least.

[frightnightx]

"Ooh, right in the heart," he mocked. Things would have been simpler if Matt liked him, but it wasn't required. Jerry didn't care about being liked, not even by his progeny. Being hated had its entertaining moments. Matt could shout whatever he liked, curse him to hell and back, even attack him if he was so inclined. None of it would change what he was.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he seemed to calm, distrustful of the sudden change in his attitude. It was lucky Matthew was so weak from starving himself. He wasn't half as fast as Jerry. He streaked up the stairs after him, catching him at the door with a hand around his throat. "You want agony? I can give you agony," he hissed, yanking him close against his body, his grip like iron. He grabbed his hand, forcing it out the open door. It wasn't in direct sunlight--vampires went up like flashpaper in direct sun--but even the weak dawn light was enough to make their flesh start to blister and smoke.

[frightnightx]

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Humans didn't often capture his attention, which was probably for the best. It rarely ended well for the human. Once, he hadn't been that particular about who he turned when he wanted a family. There was strength in numbers, and most of them were just cannon fodder, but the world wasn't made for that anymore. Now, he turned one if he turned any, spent years or even decades with them, and then left them to their own devices. Every fledgling went off on their own eventually, and Jerry didn't fight it. It was the natural order of things. He checked in on them now and then, or they dropped in on him, and that was enough.

It had been some years since he'd had a companion, and he was starting to get… he wouldn't have called it lonely. Bored, restless, tired. Unfortunately for Clint, the archer had caught his attention. Jerry could never say exactly what it was that drew him to a specific human. Perhaps it was something different every time. Vampires as a whole tended to be drawn to beauty and talent, things they didn't have, and Clint had both. What he'd initially thought could be a problem--close neighbors had been a problem for him in the past--had turned into an entertaining diversion.

It was obvious Clint didn't believe in vampires, and it had almost become a game to Jerry now, seeing what it would take for him to notice and put the pieces together. Garlic, mirrors, running water, holy items-- all myths. He couldn't turn into a bat or a wolf either. (Pity.) Sunlight, on the other hand, was very real, and so was silver, at least in large quantities. Shoot him with a silver bullet, and it would burn like fuck, but it wouldn't kill him if he was already at full strength. A wooden stake would be more dangerous to him, but those were damn hard to aim. Had to destroy the heart completely. Invitations were also real, and he'd enjoyed himself a time or two leaning in Clint's doorway to see if he'd ask him in, finding veiled excuses to leave if he didn't.

Even Jerry got bored with games after a while though, and he was about to take this one to the next level. He knew Clint was following him--no matter how quiet, there was no masking his heartbeat--and he'd deliberately taken a turn into a more posh neighborhood. Knowing full well that Clint would have a clear view of him, he leapt a high fence faster than a human would have been able to and vanished into the shadows around the back of an empty house. He could smell that the home had been empty for days, but the in-ground pool was well-kept, the landscaping carefully maintained.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

His curiosity and suspicions of his neighbor across the hall had piqued. There was something about Jerry that was simply off. It had taken him a few weeks to begin to notice, embarrassingly, though in his defense he had been busy with his own things, including a broken bow after a mission. Repairs had to be done and whole sets of arrows as well as trick arrows had to be remade. It was a time consuming process and everything needed to be completed before his next mission, a call that could come at any time. He missed the red flags in his distraction and assumed Jerry was just different.

When Clint actually began to notice the oddities around Jerry, he could only pay more attention. There was the way the man never left his apartment during the day, which was originally brushed off as him working nights. Lots of people worked nights and rarely left their homes during the day, nothing unusual there. But then Jerry would bring women home after the sun would set and they would never leave. A few times Clint had sworn he heard a scream coming from across the hall that his neighbor would brush off as the tv or his company having a good time.

Finally Clint gave into his curiosity and against his better judgement decided to follow Jerry one night after he left his apartment. He had to know if he was living across the hall from a serial killer. He was an Avenger after all, wasn't it his job to protect the innocent? At least, that's what he told himself to justify stalking his neighbor.

They were getting to a more posh area of the city and Clint had begun to wonder what he was actually doing in following him. If he was going crazy. Right as he was about to turn around to head home, Jerry leapt over a six foot high fence in a way that would compete with Steve Rogers. It took a second to sink in what he had just seen and left him wondering if Jerry was a super soldier. A serial killer super soldier. What other explanation would there be? And there was only one, unfortunate, way to find out; up and over the fence he went into some poor sod's backyard, not as graceful as Jerry but not without his own grace.

"Jerry?" Clint called out when his feet touched the ground on the other side of the fence, gaze moving over the perfectly manicured backyard and pool. "I'm just looking to have a chat with you."

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The backyard appeared empty as though he'd already gone, or perhaps as though he'd never been there in the first place. Jerry didn't have the power to make someone who was staring right at him not see him. Not even glamour packed that kind of punch. But he could influence the humans around him, draw their attention or turn it away as needed. It was the reason he could kill someone in a crowded room and nobody else would even look up. It took a very sensitive person to notice him when he didn't want to be noticed.

The shadows also helped. It was darker behind the house than it was on the street, very little of the street lamps' glow reaching past the hulking shape of the house. He'd practically vanished into them, black eyes watching as Clint moved further into the yard. The silence stretched, almost letting him believe he'd lost his trail before he appeared suddenly, reclining casually in the lawn chair behind him, too fast for a human, too quiet for a super soldier.

"You could have knocked on my door for that. Let's not lie to each other, Clint. You've been watching me. I've been watching you. Seems fair." There was something sinister about the amusement in his expression, his voice. Jerry had been surprised and interested to discover he was living next door to an Avenger. Clint lacked the self-righteousness of most of those do-gooder types. He couldn't help wondering if Clint would feel the same when he learned he was living next door to a vampire, but in his experience the reactions tended to be decidedly more negative.

[frightnightx]

muse: Jerry Dandridge, Fright Night (2011) open to: 21+ only please / mutuals and non-mutuals / other horror canons, multifandom crossovers, etc. / OCs welcome if you have active threads with mine set: y/m's home; maybe they're frightened, maybe they're secretly hunting him, maybe they want to be a vampire or a pet, totally utp

He'd been stalking them for a while, long enough for them to start suspecting him, though Jerry had no idea whether they'd made the leap to vampire. His kind was ubiquitous in popular culture, but few people actually believed. He had always enjoyed playing with his food. They tasted so much better when they were afraid. But this one… this one was special. He had plans for this one. It had been a while since he had a family.

"Rule number one when dealing with vampires…" His gaze traveled along the doorframe, that barrier that would usually keep him out but for a few small details. It had to belong to someone, it had to be structurally sound--no house, no invitation necessary--and, of course, he had to be invited. His eyes settled back on them, darkening to black, flat and sharklike, as he slowly and deliberately stepped over the threshold. "Never invite them into your home. It negates all your power there."

[justanotherrpmeme]

Voluntary Vampire Victim starters

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