*I disclaim everything that belongs to "Fright Night."

Brenda, Charley and Amy rode in Sgt. Joe's car to The Hard Rock Hotel. She was just as behooved as the Sarge, that she was going along with all of this. Yet, something inside was urging her. She was not certain if it had to do with her father appearing to her at the station. Brenda, however, remembered Ridge's neck wound looking similar to that of her father's, when he was found brutally murdered. What if whatever or whoever it was that killed Ridge, killed her father? Then, she could piece it all and finally find the killer, as she hoped to, ever since she was a young girl. That was the reason, she pursued a career in law enforcement.

They pulled up to the entrance of the hotel. Sgt. Joe dropped the three off and went to park the car. Charley lead Amy and Brenda to Peter's penthouse. When they got off of the elevator, never had Brenda seen so many medieval looking weapons. He must have more than the Museum of Natural History, she thought to herself. Brenda knew that Peter Vincent's theme to his shows was vampires, which explained all of the weapons. Props. She also saw cases filled with crucifixes of all sizes, vases and chalices.

Peter was spotted in his robe, drinking what was considered a Midori cocktail. He gestured for the three to find a seat. "Detective Brenda Banks, I see you are covering a case, in which these two claim to have seen the victim murdered by a vampire. Did Charley tell you something about a vampire living next door to him?" Peter took a swig and shook his head. He was going to offer a cocktail like his to Brenda, but realized that she was on duty, so no doubt, that was out of the question.

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Out in the parking lot, Sgt. Joe sat in the car and pondered the entire night with Detective Banks' case. Could she really believe that there is some lunatic vampire out there, ripping out throats of innocent people? Is she in her right mind? Even so, how would this go over well with the Chief of Police. Sgt. Joe sighed, "I feel like I am in an episode of True Blood." Suddenly, he noticed a figure by the driver's window of the car. He glanced around the parking lot from his car for any bystanders, then shifted his gaze back towards his left, where he saw the figure. It was gone. The parking lot was empty but for the parked cars. Sgt. Joe felt for his gun, as he slowly stepped out of his car. He combed the parking lot once more. Feeling safe, he shut the door and locked the car. He was about to head to the elevator when he heard a voice mutter, "Hey Guy."

Sgt. Joe turned around to find a brunette male figure, about 5'10," dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt, crouched on the hood of his car. The sarge noticed that his facial features were not human. Whatever it was, it had black eyes, no pupils, prominent veins on its forehead and rows of sharp, pointy teeth.

"What the…?" Sgt. Joe began, with disbelief. Before he could pull out his gun, his throat was grasped, harshly, by a masculine, clawed hand. Next, he came in contact with the concrete below, faster than a speeding bullet.

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"I'll tell you what I know, but that's it!" Peter began. "Don't expect me to join your Scooby Doo Gang."

"Whatever you got, I will take it," Charley told him.

"That picture of that insignia that you showed me," Peter said, "It's a species that originated in The Mediterranean. They nest in the earth and kill slowly. They keep their victims alive for days. Snackers!"

Brenda could tell that Peter had a wide knowledge about vampires. What she was wondering is if he had any insights, possibly, on vampire posers. "Excuse me, Mr. Vincent," Brenda stepped in.

"Please Detective, call me Peter."

"Peter. Are you actually implying that vampires actually exist ? That those are the things murdering individuals so heinously, by tearing their throats to shreds, and draining them of their blood, as was done to my victim, and many others in Vegas?"

"And they turn everyone?" Charley asked, then turned to Amy and Brenda, "They change them into…"

"Yeah we get it," interrupted Amy.

Peter continued. "I understand that it is hard to believe, Detective, but according to legend they are tribal by nature. They could be trying to turn them all. Replenish their ranks."

"'They' as in these Mediterranean vampires, and 'them' as their victims?" Brenda interceded.

"How do we kill these guys? This tribe." Amy wanted to know.

"Brace yourself, Detective." Peter muttered.

"Proceed." Brenda insisted.

"You don't. It's a strong breed, this mix. You need an army. " Once again, Peter addressed Brenda. "Detective Banks, whether you believe all of this or not, this so-called breed of blood suckers can wipe out the entire LVPD. Whatever weapons are used on the police force, cannot kill or stop those vampires."

Seconds later, Peter's phone rang. "Hello?" peter answered.

It was the concierge. "Mr. Vincent, you have a delivery. He says that you need to sign."

"Okay, send him up." Peter replied, then to Ginger, "Ginger, we've got a delivery!"

Ginger, watching her novela from the bedroom, shouted back "I'm watching my program! You get it!"

"You're TiVoing it, you lazy cow! Come on!" Peter yelled in return. "I order things late at night when I've had a few cocktails.

Internally, Brenda was in disbelief with the way this guy was with his live-in. No way would she ever let Jerome, her fiancé talk to her like that. It would not matter if they were under the same roof. Brenda saw Ginger step into the hallway. She was quite sexy, clad in a shorty robe, that was slightly opened, revealing a little more than just her legs. Charley did not need to see that. Good Lord.

To distract Charley, Brenda asked "You get deliveries this late, Peter?

"I don't know. Maybe." Peter responded.

Little did Brenda know that Charley was in disbelief, as she was. "Wait. " Charley stood up. " You just…oh no. Fuck! I'm sorry detective but Peter just told that guy that he could come in! That's a…"

"A what?" asked Amy.

"An invitation, airhead" a hostile voice finished.

Brenda looked toward the entry way to the living room, as everyone else had, and saw a young guy dressed in a delivery uniform, holding a box in one arm. He had shocking black eyes, without pupils, terrifying clawed hands and fangs! It almost reminded Brenda of the Jaberwocky in "Alice In Wonderland."

"Hey, Mr. Vincent, package for you." The terrifying looking boy threw the box, he was carrying to Peter. Disregarding everyone's astonishment, he answered his cell phone. "One second, guys. Hello? Looking at them right now. What's more, there's a fourth person. Looks like we struck it rich," he eyed Brenda with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Yes Sir."

The boy hung up then stated, "He's modern, Jerry, dispensed with all that 'master' stuff. Oh, please pardon my manners. He focused back on Brenda. "My name's Ed. I use to be Charley's childhood friend, whom he denies. And you, Pretty Lady, are?

"Detective Brenda Banks, LVPD," she answered while trying to maintain her composure. The thing was, Ed could smell her shock and disbelief.

"You must be Candice Banks' sister. What a pleasant surprise, considering that your sister mentioned you to Jerry and me, while we fed. Ed flashed her a fangy smile. I have to admit, beauty runs in your family. When we get through with you, I'm sure Jerry would love to take you back to meet up with your sister, for a touching reunion. " Ed stated that last line with a bit of mock syrupiness to his voice. "Now don't you get all CSI Las Vegas on me, Detective."

Ed, if you have a problem, just keep it with me, okay? Charley interceded.

"Oh! Have I got a problem! You let him get to me, man. You let him turn me into this!" Ed lashed.

Brenda was not sure how she was going to take all of this in. Could this "monster" actually be one of the vampires Peter described. Where did he come from? If Charley knows this individual, it means that he was human. It all boiled down to Brenda that this boy must have been attacked by a vampire, who turned him. What did he do to her sister? What kind of danger did he put her in? For the first time in the detective's career, she was in a whirlwind of the biggest nightmare. Still, Brenda was determined to subdue Ed, when all of a sudden she heard…

"Stay away, demon!" Peter shouted to Ed, brandishing a pointy device, that almost looked like the tip of a knitting needle to Brenda. What in the world was that supposed to do, she wondered.

"Oh, is that itsy-bitsy, little sticky meant for me? Ed taunted.

"It's a crucifixion nail. It's lethal to you."

"Yeah! More lethal than the detective's gun, no doubt. It's old school. Nice! You're gonna have to get pretty close to use that thing though."

Peter was not going to take any chances and darted away from the scene, shouting to the detective to take the kids and run. Brenda insisted that Charley and Amy leave the premises without her. No matter the circumstances, she did not want to witness the youth being harmed in any way. If anyone was going down, it was going to be her.

"Get a load of the good detective," Ed began, with sarcasm. "So mighty noble of you. Ed pounced on Brenda with such lightning speed, pinning her to the floor. Brenda could not get over the supernatural strength that this lanky kid exhibited. "I would like to apprehend you, 'Brenda.'" Ed spoke smugly, as he moved his face towards her neck, then all of a sudden, "Aaaaaaah!"

Ed was off of Brenda. When she lifted herself up, she noticed Ed on his knees, bent over, staring at his smoky hand. Ed hissed at her. It turns out, that while he had the detective pinned down by her wrists, he came into contact with the rhinestone, crucifix charm on her leather bracelet.

"Oh my God." Brenda muttered, before she was lifted up from the floor and made to evacuate the area. Peter started leading her to his panic room. "Hurry!" he shouted.

"Oh no you don't." Ed growled and took off after the two.

The door to the panic room opened like an elevator's and Peter raced with Brenda inside. Brenda ran to the far wall of the room and noticed Peter off to the side wall. Ed reached inside and tried to grab Peter. Peter dodged him and the door shut on Ed's arm, cutting it completely from his body. Brenda let a slight scream as blood spurted. The arm landed on the floor, palm upward, with a crucifix mark burnt into the skin. Brenda stared at the severed limb with her hands on both sides of her cheeks.

Peter also took note, and to Brenda, "You have the faith, Detective," he told her. "Looks we are all going to need it."

AN: I know that it took a long while for Brenda and everyone else to leave the police station and I apologize for the huge delay. I also apologize if the dialogue was not as close to the one in the actual screenplay. It has been a while since I have seen the movie, so I tried to remember as much as I could. I thank you for reading.