So finally Peter Vincent has been introduced, and as we're approaching the climax of the movie, I'll begin to lead Lucy and Jerry's story on an entirely seperate path of it's own :)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Fright Night. But I own Lucy and Nathaniel! Enjoy the wingingness in this chapter. That's right, I winged it.

Lucy gaped at this 'all-powerful' magician perched upon his stage, hands on hips and irritated at a petty mistake. This was the guy Ed was thinking of asking for help?

The girl, still suspended in the air, ripped out her fake fangs and hissed at something a technician said, "...but Mr. Fireman here almost nearly burnt out my extensions last time!" She had a thick latina accent, and Lucy nodded. She liked this girl.

Meanwhile, Mr. Fireman - Lucy chuckled- carried on whinging, smacking away a make-up woman and sending her equipment clattering to the floor. He yelled something about wanting professionals.

Lucy felt her eyes narrow. What a spoiled brat.

Whilst she was thinking of how horrible the imminent meeting with Peter Vincent was going to be, she didn't even notice Charlie head towards the magician to catch his attention. When she did, she quickly walked over to the two, dodging busy crew members bustling about the stage as the talking males headed backstage.

When she caught up, she saw Peter smirking at Charlie, and it didn't give the impression that they'd get the interview. Then Peter looked up, and his eyes locked with hers for a few seconds as she came to a stop next to Charlie. She smiled meekly, averting her gaze as she greeted Charlie, "Hey."

"Oh, hello, who's this?" He drawled, eyes glancing up and down her body like she was a piece of meat.

Urgh.

"She's my photographer." Charlie said, slightly glaring at the look Peter was giving Lucy. Peter's eyebrows furrowed in a look similar to jealousy, "And my sister." He said with more force.

"Oh so she's not taken then." Peter grinned and Lucy blushed in embarrasment.

"That's not what I said-!" Charlie protested, but Peter cut him off.

"Tell you what, I'll give an interview if you do a favour for me in return." He spoke to Lucy, who resisted the impulse to flinch away.

"Depends on what kind of favour it is." She said, straightening and crossing her arms over her chest. Peter looked momentarily surprised, but appreciative of her bite.

"Well as you saw in that little failure of a rehearsal, all of my actresses are shit, and you look like a girl who fits the bill for one of the final scenes. Act the part for the next ten minutes in rehearsal, and I'm all yours." He smirked sleazily and leaned towards Lucy. Charlie put his arm out to block his path.

"C'mon, we're leaving." He said, grabbing Lucy's arm. She shook him off gently.

"No, we need this scoop, Charlie," She said, making the sterness evident in her voice, "Besides, I've always wanted to have a go at acting..." She fluttered her lashes at Peter and inwardly puked.

"Oh alright, if you didn't want to, all you had to do was say something, not lie to my face." He scoffed, "Ginger! Bring them upstairs! You've got ten minutes."

With that, Peter Vincent turned on the spot and swanned off.

Ginger was the girl that was suspended from the wires in the performance. She was dressed only in a blue and pink floral robe and her (Lucy flushed) bra.

A great conversation starter, for any occasion; especially when you're stuck in an elevator with said girl and your brother, wouldn't you agree?

To Lucy's relief, the elevator doors soon flew open with a polite 'ding', releasing all three of it's passengers from awkwardness.

"This is all his stuff?" Charlie asked, glancing around the room in what Lucy could only describe as awe.

Whilst Ginger walked ahead with Charlie, giving endless reams of information about Peter, Lucy hung back, peering into the numerous glass cases lined neatly throughout the room. She recognised a few of the items in the cases from what Nathaniel had previously described to her; Simple stakes, special guns, sacred tomes. To give Vincent credit, Lucy was impressed with the man's collection. Obviously, he knew his stuff, and they had come to the right person, no matter how...perverted he seemed.

She increased her pace to catch up with Charlie, but stopped when another object caught her eye. She turned to the case that Ginger had scolded Charlie at seconds earlier and stared. They weren't anything miraculous, or special. They were probably just usesless fakes. But the stake crafted of bone with the metal cross adorning its tip looked odd to Lucy. She couldn't place what it was, she was just getting a sense of...foreboding coming from it. And the necklace behind that. It was way too familiar. It wasn't a common pendant; it was a key. At the top, where a normal key would be flat, was an intricate pendant of layers of patterned metal, woven into a triangular shape made from leaves. In the centre of the triangle was a clear blue stone, and above the triangle were a dainty pair of metal wings.

It felt like it should be around her neck, when she knew that it must have been behind the glass barrier of the case for at least ten years, and she had never owned a necklace like that in that time. But she knew what it would feel like; the weight of it against her chest, the ridges of the key shape, and the coolness of the metal. Noticing a small white tag next to it, Lucy leaned closer to the case. Her eyes widened, and it felt like her stomach had dropped to her knees.

She pulled away from the cabinet when Ginger's voice interrupted her thoughts, "No touching, remember?"

Lucy gasped and stumbled away, realising that she had her hand against the case, "S-sorry..." She mumbled, blushing slightly in embarrassment.

Ginger only smiled kindly, "Come on." She beckoned, and Lucy followed.

Ginger went on to talk about the haunted items section, to which Lucy stifiled a smile at her spooky actions. She then pointed out a certificate in another display case; "And that...That's Pete's honorary degree from LVSU. But he got it off the internet." She whispered the snippet of information like it was a conspiracy, and ended it with a wink, strolling to where 'Pete' was trying to light the fireplace. Charlie looked at Lucy, puzzled, and she returned his expression.

The stuff in this room doesn't match this guy at all. Except maybe, the forged education documents.

The fireplace burst into flames, and Peter leaped away from it, cursing.

Jesus. If mom was here, Peter Vincent would have been grounded thirty times over and choking on soap by now.

Ginger waved the siblings into the room, "The one and only."

"So I suppose we can agree that didn't go well?" Lucy muttered. She and Charlie faced the sunset-drenched Las Vegas as they stood in the descending elevator.

The meeting had started out fine- extremely uncomfortable- but fine. Charlie shakily started with discreet questions; the perfect image of a rookie reporter. Lucy stayed silent at first, shuddering whenever Peter's glance moved over to her, which was often.

But then Charlie let everything slip out in a rush, and there was no stopping the flood gates when Charlie was on a roll like that.

Lucy didn't get the chance to bring up the key or stake before they were kicked out.

"At least we were able to leave the pictures. Hopefully he'll look at them in time." Lucy commented.

Charlie looked over at her sternly, "Wasn't it obvious, Lucy? The guy's a fake."

"Ah, but he's not." Lucy countered, "The things in that room. Like you said; he wouldn't have them if he didn't believe. That man has been through more than what we have so far. It's written all over his face. The way he speaks, the way he acts, the way he surrounds himself with people and acts spoiled. The way he reacted when you really started. He's scared of something, absolutely terrified of something."

"And how do you know anything about the stuff in that room? If you had gotten any closer to that one case, you'd have been sat in it." Charlie smirked as Lucy pouted.

"Oh shush. I have my knowledge. And at least I'd fit in the case." She protested.

"Oh yeah, knowledge, vampire books." Charlie made spooky motions with his hands and Lucy batted them away, laughing.

"Okay, okay, stop teasing me!"

The duo sobered up when they looked out to the setting sun once again.

It's like it's abandoning us...

"So what now?" Lucy asked, panic beginning to bloom. She only had...She shook her head slightly- now wasn't the time to think about that.

Charlie just frowned.

Neither of them knew.

It was night time, and the first idea that came to mind was defence. So the siblings ransacked the attic, grabbed all of grandma's crusifixes and garlic, and got to redecorating the house. Charlie was sat in his room, sharpening various sticks into stakes, whilst Lucy was checking that every room had at least one cross in it.

She needed to keep moving, to keep her mind off the text Nathaniel had sent her not ten minutes ago.

Lucy, you haven't got long. Be safe.

N.

She faintly heard Charlie and her mom talking, and sighed. She had to protect them, no matter what. At least if she was going down, she wasn't going down without a fight.

Then the doorbell rang.

Lucy froze, the fight or flight sensation kicking in. She thought to hell with it, let's go with fight.

She heard Charlie fly down the stairs and she left the room she was reviewing, meeting her mom on the stairs to see her smirking at Charlie, who was being royally told off by Amy.

"-You're not nothing to me, Charlie, so whatever is happening, I would like you to talk to me. To tell me what is going on."

Lucy smiled slightly. Her big brother had hit the jackpot with this girl.

"Look, Amy, I...I...uh...need you to just forget about me, Okay?"

Idiot!

Although she knew what he was saying was for the best for Amy, Lucy felt like throttling him.

"I'm not going to let you get hurt, I'm sorry-"

He was cut off by a bewilderd Amy, "What? How? How am I going to get hurt?"

Lucy saw a dark shadow flit past the closed curtains.

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock.