A few years earlier (i.e. "in the first movie") I had been in junior high and one of the teachers at my school had become a serial killer. He was inviting students over to his house one at a time and stabbing them to death, cutting them up and hiding the bodies somewhere, and nobody knew who was killing students until I was intended as the next victim. He had invited me over and when I got there I realized something was up, got away from him just as he pulled out the knife, and ran like hell with him chasing me until I found the police and they'd captured him. This was all a memory from the past.
So he'd gone to trial, been found insane, and got sent to a super-hi-tech psychiatric facility, which had used a combination of "advanced therapy techniques" and "new developments in pharmacological stability" to cure him of his madness-- so cured, in fact, that he was being released back into society, back to his hometown. Just in time for me, now that it was a few years later, to be a senior in high school. See where this is going? Yeah, I did, too.
So he's going to come back and be a teacher at the high school. He's living in a new house, a little one bedroom place. The principal owns his old house, the huge old Norman Bates-like victorian. Everyone is very excited that these new curative techniques have done such a good job in making the psycho teacher well again. I'm the only skeptical one. Everyone tells me to have more faith in humanity.
There's a press conference at the school and he steps out of the car that has brought him and we make eye contact and he suddenly jumps forward and says BOO! and I scramble back, and then everyone laughs good naturedly and he apologizes "for making a little joke there" and offers me his hand to shake and there are camera flashes and he actually does seem very normal and well-adjusted but that doesn't mean anything because he seemed normal and well-adjusted the afternoon he tried to stab me in his living room...
Anyway, the press conference is fine and everyone sees that he is cured and that night there is a big Welcome Home party and all the teachers and students are going to be there, so they need to find a place big enough to hold everyone... which of course would be the principal's gigantic victorian. Which, as you'll remember, had belonged to the psycho teacher.
When I get there I go around the whole house and collect up all the sharp objects and bundle them up in a towel, and hide them under a pillow on one of the couches. Everyone arrives and the party gets started and all is well and the teacher seems like he's staying cool and all... but then they wheel out a big cake. What are they going to cut it with, since all the knives are safe here right next to me?
No problem, the principal has a spare knife that I somehow missed, and he takes it out-- a big old carving knife forged from a single piece of steel-- and with a smile he hands it to the teacher to cut the first slice. Teacher takes the knife in his hand with a look of contrite and sincerely repentant serenity on his face, and then he looks up and makes eye contact with me and I know it's coming just a second before it happens: He raises that knife and slams it right into the principal's heart, and breaks into a huge happy expression, as if he can't believe he's actually getting away with this: "You people are SO STUPID!" he starts laughing. And then as I start reaching for my bundle of knives, it goes from bad to worse: I realize he has fangs. They didn't give him better therapy and super-drugs in that facility-- they made him a vampire.
Cue a series of short intercut shots as, between his knife and his fangs, he just whirlwinds through everyone else in the room. STAB. CHOMP. STAB. CHOMP. STAB. CHOMP. Four shots a second, second after second, and the knives are going to do me no good at all so I start running and it's six years earlier all over again, I am running in that house and he's got a knife somewhere behind me.
There are some others not yet killed, and the four of us run out of the house and over to the next house, up the back steps to the back porch, into the kitchen. The teacher's victims have come spilling out, all vampired up, and so I start locking the doors of the kitchen from the inside. The other three survivors are freaked the hell out, they don't know what to do but at least I've had this experience (sort of) once before. I decide that even if we can't kill the vamps with knives, I should have brought them anyway, so I start going through this kitchen looking for knives, meat cleavers, etc. While I do this, I shout "GET THE WINDOWS! LOCK THEM!" to my fellow survivors, but they are too scared to think or act, so just as I pick up a meat cleaver I turn to see a trio of female vampire students pushing open the windows. Fucking dumb-ass fellow survivors only now realize what they should have been doing. I fumble with unlocking the kitchen door, lamentably agreeing with psycho teacher: these people really ARE all completely stupid, and they deserve to die while I get away.
I run outside and onto the street. Psycho teacher is behind me somewhere, I can hear him: "I'm glad it's down to just you again, Dan!" Ah, this time I have a cell phone! I don't have to run all the way to the police station. So I get my phone out and dial 911, still at a full sprint, and I proceed to have the most difficult cell phone conversation ever, as I pretty much swing my arm up and shout some stuff into the phone and then leave the phone on while I concentrate on running. I can't really bother with listening to what the dispatcher is saying, holding the phone up detracts from my running effort.
"The teacher went crazy again! He killed everyone at the house!" (in the dream I gave her the address but I don't remember what it was now.) Then: "I'm on Juniper Street, I'm running on Juniper Street and he's right behind me." And I can hear her say she's sending a unit to intercept us. But then I go around a corner and I shout into the phone "Now I'm on Third Street!" and I keep running. And around another corner: "I'm on Priestly Avenue!" And she keeps saying the unit is trying to find us and can I just wait where I am until they reach me. What, is she crazy?
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Then, it sort of fades to a coda. I'm back at the big victorian, sitting on the couch next to my still-hidden cache of sharp objects. Everyone else is a vampire-- fellow students, policemen, parents, everyone. My former best friend (not anyone I actually know) is sitting next to me. I get the impression that psycho teacher has left town, gone on to spread his madness elsewhere. My friend tells me they're going to leave me alive because they know I can be more useful to them as I am, than if I were to become a vamp. Becoming a vamp makes you less smart, less clever, and they want to use me to deceive other people into becoming vamps. "Isn't that lucky for you?" he tells me. I nod slowly, feeling the bundle of knives against my back, looking around at the lamps in the room and wondering what would happen if they were full-spectrum UV... wondering what will happen when the sun comes up... wondering what would happen if I cleaved off his head with the cleaver... trying to figure out what my next move is...