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Disclaimer: I do not own Fright Night, any of the characters except for my own, and any of the pop culture references that I will probably make through out the entirety of my story.

"Where's Charley?" Jane Brewster shouted up the stairs, "He's going to be late for school, you know!"

"Yeah, mom," Evelina walked into Charley's room. His bed was still made from yesterday. She frowned, where was her idiot brother?

She went downstairs and her mom nearly squealed at her outfit, "Oh, you've got a color on today!"

"Black is a color," she rolled her eyes as she opened the fridge to get milk for the coffee that her mother poured for her, "It just doesn't reflect light."

She had on a pale yellow sundress that was sleeveless and fell to her knees. She had to wear white flip-flops with it, because her boots would have looked too stupid.

Charley had snuck in through the back door when they had their backs turned and he had the same outfit on he did last night. He also looked as if he hadn't slept and was incredibly disturbed.

"Can you give me a ride?" he asked from behind Evelina, causing her to jump.

"Oh, it's like living with a vampire," Jane cried out, hand over her chest, "The hours you keep, Charley."

Charley and Evelina gave each other a small glance before he turned to his sister again, "Anyways…a ride?"

"Huh, oh yeah, I had to talk to you about something anyway," she sipped her coffee.

"I have to talk to the both of you about something," Jane smirked. She was holding up a cigarette butt, "Where did this come from? It was in the driveway."

The twins glanced at each other before speaking in unison, "Jerry."

Jane sighed, "Look, if the two of you want to smoke, don't leave the evidence around for me to find, please? And don't blame Jerry," she rolled her eyes, throwing the cigarette butt in the garbage can before she made her way upstairs to shower.

Evelina groaned, grabbing her bag, "Go change your shirt, Charley. I'll wait outside for you."

She sat in the car and once her brother was in, she turned to look at him, "So where were you last night?"

"I um, just drive," he glanced nervously at Jerry's house, "And I'll tell you everything."

She sighed, putting her car in reverse before backing out of the driveway. Charley filled her in on the way to school.

"Okay, well," he sighed, running his hand through his hair nervously, "I broke into Jerry's last night to see if Doris was okay."

"You broke in?" she cried out, turning to face him. "Jesus, Charley, I thought you were asleep. I would have gone with you…you should have told me, I would have at least known that you weren't home! What if something happened? What if Jerry found you and called the cops?"

"Something did happen, Evie," he was shaking, "And I was going to wake you up and see if you wanted to go with me or wait for me, but I know how you get when you get woken up," He sighed, "But he has this room inside of his closet and-"

"You went in his closet?" she laughed. "Did you play dress up while you were in there?"

"Yes I did and no I didn't! And not only does he have all sorts of uniforms in there, but he's got this secret passage that leads to all these rooms. And Doris was in one. I had to hide in one because he came in and he bit her, Evie."

Her eyes widened as she glanced over at him, "What?"

She had tried to discard everything that her brother had said as a joke, but to hear that Doris had actually been bitten and that Charley had seen it was something new entirely.

"And I had to wait until he was done, until he was gone and I broke her out and as soon as I got her outside," he started to cry, shaking even more, "she exploded in the sunlight, he must have turned her, I-"

Evelina pulled the car over to the side of the road and hugged her brother, "It's okay, Charley," she assured him, "We just have to make sure he doesn't get into our house; that's all that matters, right? That's what they say in the movies…"

He nodded, giving his twin one last squeeze before letting her continue the drive to school.

"We have no crosses in our house?" Charley screamed out. The twins had ditched school early, deciding that the defense of their home was far more important. "Didn't mom used to drag us to church?" He let out another cry before Evie heard a crash upstairs.

"I think tomorrow I'm going to go and see Peter Vincent," he suggested to her after she had come downstairs and rolled her eyes at his outburst.

"Why don't we both go see him now? Then on the way back home we can go grab some crosses and stuff," Evelina asked, shoving her boots on. She'd done her laundry as soon as they'd gotten back home and she had her faithful, tight dark jeans and long flowy tank tops back to cover her. She glanced over at her brother who was already writing down the address for Peter Vincent's act in Vegas.

With Evelina's car they should be able to get back home before nightfall. She drove quickly, even though they had plenty of time and they snatched off badges from visitors and fashioned their own press badges in the elevator.

Charley got a hold of Peter Vincent after his rehearsal and he ordered his assistant, Ginger, to take the two upstairs. She was flirting with Charley and warning Evelina to be careful because she was pretty and Vincent would surely hit on her.

She was trying not to clutch onto Charley's arm as they walked through the museum that was Peter Vincent's room. He had so many weird things in glass cases. When they got into his living room, he was standing around shirtless. Evelina glanced at Charley, eyebrows raised.

"Oh, didn't realize you had a girl with you," Peter glanced at her. "Oh well, I'm not embarrassed if you aren't," he winked at her, pouring himself a drink.

Evelina glanced at Charley again, eyes wide. "Um, no," she nearly sputtered out. "Perfectly comfortable with your near nudity," she winced at the way the words came out of her mouth. Charley chuckled as Peter Vincent raised his eyebrows, "Very well, then. Quite forward," he turned to them with a wink, "This stuff looks like piss, but I can't stop drinking it. Do you two want one?"

"No, thank you," Charley furrowed his eyebrows at the green drink.

"Why not," Evelina shrugged. Charley glanced at her, "You're driving," he hissed. "Oh, right, never mind," she laughed.

Peter Vincent came over, taking off his wig as he did so. Evelina raised her eyebrows up as he pulled at the pants of his crotch, telling them unnecessarily about a rash on his crotch because the leather didn't breathe. He pulled off his sideburns as well as his beard and mustache. He yanked out his eyebrow ring and tossed it at Charley when he laughed at one of the boy's questions.

He was a complete fraud, as Evelina imagined him to be. However without the wig and sideburns he was quite dashing, she thought. His accent wasn't half bad to hear, either. As soon as Charley showed him the pictures he'd been printing out and going on about all day, Peter Vincent threw a fit and decided it was time that the Brewsters left his apartment. Ginger escorted Charley out as he tried to yell back that he wasn't crazy. He left his pictures on the counter and Evelina glanced at Peter Vincent, eyes pleading with him.

"And you," he glanced at her with narrowed eyes, "You just indulge his insanities?"

"He's not crazy," she whispered.

"Have you seen anything?"

"No, but," she looked up at him, "My brother is the biggest asshole on this side of the country and if he's freaking out about something like this, then it's probably true."

"Do yourself a favor, sweetheart," Peter smirked at her, "If you really care about your brother you'd get him help."

She scoffed, turning on her heel and leaving his apartment. She met with her brother downstairs and nearly dragged him to the car, "Fine, we'll do this ourselves then."

"You believe me, don't you?" Charley glanced at her. "You believe me even though he doesn't? Even though you like Jerry?"

"I don't like Jerry," she snapped, getting into her car. "I just thought he was hot." She put her hair up in a ponytail before pulling out of the spot and driving down the road. "And charming and funny, but that's the way most vampire movies begin, isn't it? The vampire is charming and sweet to an unsuspecting pretty girl whom he later eats?"

"Unless you're Edward Cullen," Charley joked.

"Believe me, I'd rather be killed by a rather nasty vampire than deal with a pretty, sparkling one," Evelina told her brother wholeheartedly as they pulled up to the home improvement store. They got a ton of wood and some knives to carve their own crosses before they stopped at the grocery store and bought all of the garlic they could.

When they got home, they got to work carving crosses and putting them up all over the house. Charley was hanging garlic while Evelina tried to find out where to buy holy water online. She noticed that the mail had been shoved through the mail slot and she got up and went through it, noticing they'd been given some of Jerry's mail by accident. She sighed, glancing over as her brother ran around the house. She slipped outside and walked over to Jerry's quickly. The best way to approach their fear was to look it in the eye and lie like she'd never lied before. Maybe, if she acted like she had no idea that he was a vampire, he wouldn't try to kill her.

She knocked on the door, glancing up at the sky. It was getting dark already, but it wasn't completely dark out yet. Would he be able to open the door?

Her question was answered when he opened it, not all the way, but enough to see her. He smiled lopsidedly, "Hey, Evelina…what brings you here?"

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, "Huh? Oh," he handed him the mail, "Your mail got mixed up in ours by accident."

He chuckled, his laughter not meeting his eyes, taking it from her. "Thanks, Ev," he glanced at her for a moment, "You uh, want to come in for a second? Grab a beer or something from the fridge and hang out?"

She grinned broadly, realizing that he was flirting with her. It had seemed like a perfectly innocent invitation until she thought about it. He was old (How old? 100? Older?) and dangerous. Then she realized that he also probably wanted to eat her. "Oh, I don't know," she smiled, feigning shyness, "I have to make dinner for Charley tonight and I'm not legally allowed to drink…"

"I won't tell if you don't," he winked at her, opening the door wider as the sun went down a bit more. She smiled nervously, "I guess one beer won't hurt, right?" She looked off to her house; she could see Charley running through the windows.

"Nah, just one beer and then I'll let you go home," he assured her, "Promise."

She smiled, making her way inside the house. As soon as he closed the door behind her, she felt her heart leap into her throat. Charley didn't even know where she was.

Author's Note: Honestly, I know this wasn't my best. But, just a random thought here: Where the heck did Charley get all the money to buy that stuff in the movie? I mean, to my knowledge he didn't work. Did he just steal money off his mom? Who knows. And why would no one stop a kid from buying all that garlic. Wouldn't a normal person be concerned? Lol. Just saying…