A/N: If you don't like the plot, characters or character pairings, then don't read. You have been warned.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fright Night 2011. Or Colin Farrel...or David Tennant... :'(

WORD COUNT: 2, 074

PROLOGUE:

Welcome to Fright Night.

Vanessa Collins and her sister Audrey arrived in a small town near close to the capital of Vegas. They parked their vintage 69 Valiant Pacer on the curb of their new house.

"Hey, Essa, look at this place!" Audrey exclaimed from the passenger seat beside her sister, her face pressed against the glass.

"Yeah, Rey, I can see it, I'm not blind" Vanessa sighed, it was obvious that her sister was the more excitable one.

Both girls were capable of a successful modelling career, but Vanessa went into Journalism, for her thirst for knowledge and to strive for the truth and Audrey found herself into Drama, which suited her personality and her desires.

Vanessa turned off the car and got out, her blue denim shorts and off-the-shoulder beige sweater soon became uncomfortable in the humidity and heat. She was thankful that her feet could breathe in her pretty golden sandals she wore. "Jesus Christ." She exclaimed. The wind rustled her hair, which was a dark pure red and rested at the middle of her back in a thick straight curtain. Audrey hopped out of the car and jumped on her sister, wearing a light blue short skirt, a loose white top with a dark blue denim jacket which reached her ribs and she also wore her modest heels, (which is only modest if she hasn't fallen with them on in the last hour) with a shock of messy blonde hair that reached her chin as she hugged her beloved sister.

"I know, isn't it great?" Audrey asked as Vanessa started to suffocate in her sister's chest with her added height.

"Audrey, get off me, I can't fucking breathe!" Vanessa yelled, pushing away from her sister, who giggled and started to skip, which was impressive.

"Oh, hello! You must be the new neighbors!" A blonde-haired woman called from next door. Both Vanessa and Audrey smiled at the woman.

"Yeah, we are." Vanessa said, crossing the distance to meet the neighbor. "Nice to meet you, I'm Vanessa Collins, this is my sister Audrey." Vanessa pointed to Audrey who bounded up like an excited puppy to shake the neighbor's hand.

"Nice to meet you!" Audrey exclaimed excitedly.

"Jane Brewster. Nice to meet you, both. My son. Charley, is probably still sleeping. You could probably catch him around with his girlfriend Amy." Jane explained, smiling. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, girls."

Vanessa and Audrey both said their farewells and walked into the house, starting to move all the furniture in.

~~~6 hours later~~~

Both Vanessa and Audrey lay on the couch, spent after hours of placing, arguing, re-placing and cleaning and setting up electronics, re-assembling, assembling, dis-assembling and throwing away, they were finished.

Audrey poked Vanessa's thigh with her foot.

"What?" Vanessa mumbled through the pillow.

"Make dinner." Audrey groaned.

"Do I look like your slave? Go and make your own dinner, you lazy-ass." Vanessa slapped her sisters leg gently, getting her message across.

"You're a better cook than me! Remember the last time I cooked?"

Vanessa did and she vowed never to sample any kind of edible creation brought to form by Audrey's less than capable hands.

Vanessa instantly got up, one side of her hair sticking up in odd places. "Did you apply for that acting position in that Peter Vincent show?" She asked and Audrey nodded.

"He replied almost instantly, said that he'd be conducting the auditions himself and wanted a girl who was charismatic and not a cow, so obviously, I fit the criteria." Audrey said, and Vanessa laughed.

"Did he actually say that? What a douche-bag!" Vanessa laughed and helped her sister up before the both of them walked into the kitchen and she started to make sandwiches. "It's all we got. I'll go shopping tomorrow, and I am proud of you for landing your first audition. Thank God, we have enough wine and champagne to last us twenty years."

Audrey smiled at her big sister and nodded. "Thank you very much, I am almost certain I'll get it." Her two sandwiches were set in front of her. Vanessa produced two wine glasses and went to the fridge and pulled out one of the many champagne bottles they had in store, filled up both glasses to the brim and clinked them together.

"To your audition. I hope it all goes well, little sis." Vanessa toasted and Audrey smiled brightly.

"Thanks Essa, and it will. Because I'll be the next assistant for Peter Vincent's show, watch me." Audrey said, grinning as they sipped at their drinks and ate their dinner.

~~~Next Day~~~

Audrey was next in line for the audition. She had been trying to piece together what the Hell was going on, girls and walked in and then come out, grumbling angrily and their faces were wet, their make up ruined.

What the hell did Peter Vincent do to the girls?

"Crystal?" Peter Vincent's PR guy called, sticking his handsome head out the door. "You may come in now."

Shit.

(..)

"Hold on, just one moment, Blondie." Peter's English accent stopped her, she had acted her ass off and he seemed impressed, but he refused to call her anything but her 'name', seeing only her bleach-blonde hair.

Peter (who was in costume) walked up to her, holding a wooden flask with what looked like an ornate cross etched into the wood. He raised his arm and brought it down to her, water splashed across her face and he looked closely, as if looking for anything out of the ordinary, apart from the spluttering and the coughing.

"Alright, you passed. See you tomorrow for our first rehearsal. Jason, get rid of all the other girls, I've picked the one I want. Quickly now! Quick, quick, quick!" He ordered, turning his back on her and clicked his fingers as he walked away, his skinny frame clad in leather and Jason rushed her out.

Audrey stared at Jason with her sapphire-blue eyes narrowed angrily. "What the fuck was that about?" Audrey hissed at him and he looked at her apologetically, his sweet brown eyes sympathetic and his light brown hair floppy. He was adorable and Audrey liked him instantly.

"I'm sorry, Miss Collins, but Mr Vincent is making sure you're not a vampire." Jason explained, his eyes wide as his tanned skin paled somewhat.

"What, is he that deep into his character? Gotta admire that." Audrey said, smiling at Jason and he blushed at her, his heart beating just a little faster.

"Yeah, stays in character quite a lot actually." Jason grinned back, before going to the line of restless girls and hearing their groans and their curses as they stomped to the exit and Audrey followed, bouncing with happiness, unable to contain her joy.

'Wait until Essa hears this!'

(..)

Meanwhile Vanessa had just come back from the shops and stocked the entire pantry and fridge full of food and necessities they needed. She had just finished dinner and was currently on a call from her Editor and Chief.

"Listen, Collins. I need you to get a 3 page exclusive on Peter Vincent. He's the new hottest thing, since those disappearances two years ago. I want you to be the first journalist on scene to get the inside scoop on what really happened to his assistant: Sophia Valara, a.k.a Ginger who was murdered."

"But why should I be the one to get a couple of quotes from some guy who thinks he hunts vampires? He sounds like a complete dumb-ass. And in any case, I thought she hit her head on one of his many trinkets and she died from blood loss?" Vanessa argued her case, dreading the thought of having to interview some wannabe vampire hunter and ruin her sister's fledgling career. Vanessa's temper started to rise at the thought of Audrey's anguished look when she found out what Vanessa had to do now.

"We tipped off the coroner to give us the reports. Sophia's entire body was drained, apart from what Dr O'Mallay could siphon, she measured only a glass of blood, if that, left in that woman's body. And the marks on her neck, were not from any implement that Vincent had said in his statement. They were bite marks, and the puncture wounds were elevated, as if her neck had been sucked on. AND the puncture wounds coincide with the main artery in the jugular. Either he was into kinky freak sex and it went too far, or he believes his own hype, OR, there's a third party and he's too scared to tell. Get me that story, Collins."

The line went dead.

Vanessa growled and threw her phone across the room and willed it to smash, but it didn't and it landed safely on the couch and it pinged, indicating a new message, though Vanessa looked as though it was mocking her. She turned her back to the phone and set the table for herself and Audrey. She set the lamb shanks with her special wine sauce drizzled on top as well as home-made mash potatoes with garlic and herbs woven in the mixture.

The front door opened and Audrey sang. "I'm home~!" Vanessa smiled at Audrey's way of announcing herself and she ran into the kitchen/dining room. "Oh! Essa! I got the job! I got the job and he's so cute, but his PR guy is way hotter!" She ran into Vanessa's arms and hugged her tight. "I got the job, Essa!"

It was hard to not get swept in Audrey's tornado-like joy but somehow Vanessa managed and realizing that her sister was not in an equally happy mood, Audrey pulled away, "Essa, what's the matter?"

"My Editor and Chief just called me." Vanessa said and sighed.

"Oh, fuck, she hasn't fired you, has she?" Audrey exclaimed, wide-eyed and concerned.

"Oh, no, she hasn't. I wish she had though." Vanessa sighed. "I wouldn't be faced with this fucking decision, right now."

"What's going on, Essa?" Audrey asked, her tone and her face serious, seeming much older than her 27 years.

"Joan wants me to do an exclusive on Peter Vincent, your new boss. Wants me to hound him for information on the death of his last assistant Sophia Valara, who was also known as Ginger, he said it was because-"

"-she slipped and fell into one of his newest editions to his museum, puncturing her neck. I know the theories that went along with it too. You're worried, if he gets angry with you, he's going to take it out on me."

Vanessa nodded. "And now, I'm worried you're going to fucking slip and kill yourself, literally, you know what you're like with you're heels."

Audrey hugged her sister tightly before saying her bit. "Listen, I know it's a bit dangerous because he's an illusionist and he takes it a bit far, but I'm telling you, he doesn't know we are sisters. I have a stage name, my name is Crystal. So don't worry, he's not going to fire me and I'm not going to trip. I'll put in a good word, anonymously of course and I'll get you in. Give me a week." Audrey said and winked at her sister who smiled back. "Now, Miss-I-Act-Way-Older-Than-I-Am-But-I'm-Really-Only-30, let's eat and I'll tell you about my day."

Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this new story about Fright Night. I hope you enjoy it and it is based on a Peter Vincent/OC thing, but it will progress. I hope you enjoy it, because I rather like writing it.

I'm sorry if it's also a little fast.

Thank you so much

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