Peter Vincent sat by the window which overlooked the Vegas strip. Lost in the thought of Charley and what he had said. Ginger came out of the bedroom to make herself a drink. "Good show tonight, right, babycakes?" she asked him.

"You were late again on the "The Devil's Torture Chamber"," sneered Peter not looking at her.

Ginger got all huffy. "You were early again in the bedroom," she sneered walking away from Peter.

"Fuck you!" yelled Peter.

She smirked. There was her rise. "I will fuck myself. Someone's got to do it," she giggled walking back to the bedroom.

Peter got up to make himself a stronger drink and noticed that Ginger still had put away Charley's vampire evidence. He started thumbing through it. He saw Jerry's crest. It matched the crest of the vampires that had killed his parents!

Amy watched as Charley's mom was being checked on my nurses. "Honestly, it's really not a party," said Amy on the phone with her mom.

"Sit tight," said police officer who was talking to Charley a few feet away. "We might have a few more questions for you."

"Mom?" asked Amy. "...I love you...bye."

At that moment, Charley walked over to Amy. "They only asked a couple of questions. We should be okay," said Charley.

"I don't know. I think maybe you should've said something to the police," said Amy.

"Like what? "This vampire moved in, borrowed a six-pack of bud, ate a stripper and blew up our house because we wouldn't invite him inside?"," said Charley. "Last time I called the cops, they nearly all went to Chili's together." They sat down in the waiting room. "This is my fault."

"You didn't make any of it happen," said Amy.

"Ed came to me, and I turned my back on him," sighed Charley. "I mean, he seems happy now with Lilith...but..."

"How were you supposed to believe him?" asked Amy.

"I mean, he begged me," said Charley. "I mean, he really...and he was my best friend."

"I know, but, Charley, people, they change," said Amy.

"Yeah, and I changed into a dick! He changed into a loving father who sucks blood. Rather be that then a dick!" cried Charley. "I figured my dweeb past wasn't going to be popular with the ladies, so I..."

"Oh are you trying to say this is my fault?" asked Amy. "Ed stayed a dweeb and he got a girl. A blood sucking girl but still a girl."

"I just really wanted you to like me, that's all," sighed Charley.

"I knew you were a dweeb," said Amy, hanging an arm around him. "Do you think I wanted some dude like Mark? Or Ben? I like you. Because you're different."

Charley's cellphone began to ring. "I can help you," said Peter Vincent on the other end. "My place in one hour."

Charley and Amy had walked out of Charley's mom's room after placing crosses everywhere around her. "We're going to see the Peter Vincent?" asked Amy.

"It's underwhelming, believe me, but he's what we've got," said Charley. He noticed a nurse staring at all the crosses. "Mom's very religious."

Charley and Amy stood as Peter poured himself a drink. "I'll tell you what I know, but that's it!" said Peter. "Don't expect me to join your little scooby gang. Sit down."

They all took a seat. "Whatever you got, I'll take it," said Charley.

"That insignia you showed me, the first one," said Peter. "It's a species in that originated in the Mediterranean. The second one is a species that originated in Bavaria. They both nest in the earth and they kill slowly. They keep their victims alive for days. The Bavarian vampire, will mate once in their lifetime and turn a human of their choice into a vampire. They're both snackers."

"And they turn everyone?" asked Charley. He turned to Amy. "They change them into-"

"Yeah, I got it," said Amy.

"They're tribal by nature. They could be trying to turn them all," said Peter. "Replenish their ranks."

"How do we kill these guys? This tribe?" asked Amy.

"You two? You don't," said Peter chuckling. "It's a strong breed, this mix. You're going to need an army." The phone began to ring. "Hello!"

"Mr. Vincent?" asked a man on the other end. "You have a delivery."

"All right. Send him up," said Peter. He hung up the phone. "Ginger, we've got a delivery!"

Ginger was laying in bed watching TV. "I'm watching my program! You get it!" she yelled back.

"You're TiVo-ing it, you lazy cow! Come on!" yelled Peter. "eBay. I order things later at night when I've had a few cocktails. So, yeah, some nice stuff."