I was sitting in my living room just trying to relax and calm myself from the fact that a vampire, of whom I had strange and confusing feelings for, was living next door to me when on came a commercial for Peter Vincent's Fright Night. I had never seen an episode of this said show but from what I could tell, this Peter guy, he knew how to deal with vampires. Whether all of his tough talk was all bullshit or legitimate it didn't matter, I needed help confronting Jerry because I had no idea what to do about him. While watching that commercial I was hypnotized and thoughts began to swim through my head of how I could somehow meet him and talk to him about my predicament, suddenly I realized how tired I was and everything went fuzzy before I fell asleep on the couch.

I couldn't believe it when I managed to skillfully forge my own false interviewer's pass so that I could meet Peter Vincent after his rehearsal, and then I also couldn't believe it when the guard actually bought that it was real. I was thrilled and excited as I pushed through the double doors, stepped into the auditorium, and saw Peter on stage acting out a scene for his next episode. Instantly I was captivated by his presence, seeing him working in the flesh so close like that was enthralling. He was powerful and dominated over everyone else in the room. If there were a hundred people in that room your eyes would be instantly drawn to him in his tight, black leather pants and his sexy, long, flowing, black leather jacket.

As I stood mesmerized he suddenly yelled in frustration when the scene was screwed up by, in his words, the 'under prepared, dismal, whore of an actress' he was working with. That 'whore' in return spat in his face and stormed off. Peter huffed and placed his hands on his hips, standing with his hips to one side, making his legs look even better in those tight pants. God, he was just too sexy. I saw that moment as the perfect time to approach him.

My heartbeat quickened and I became a little lightheaded as I walked up to him, I don't know if it was because I was star struck or because I was getting oddly turned on by him. When I reached him he didn't notice me standing there until I spoke.

"Mr. Vincent, may I have a word with you?" I tried my best to sound formal and professional. I must have really startled him because he jumped, spun on his heel to look at me, hands still on his hips, and exclaimed, 'bloody hell!'

"Where did you come from? Are you my new assistant?" That question caught me off guard.

"No…" He squinted and looked me over; I watched as he blatantly scanned me up and down.

"Damn." What was that supposed to mean? He stared at me with a blank look on his face, and somehow he didn't blink at all, until I spoke again.

"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions, I'm a reporter and I'm writing an article on you and your show." I was quickly annoyed because I swear he was going to listen but then half way through that sentence he started to look over my shoulder at something and by the end of it he was shouting.

"Hey! Hey…yeah, you! Make sure my make up crew will be ready for me in five, understood? Good…oh! And bring me some coffee with a shot of vodka in it. Thanks love." He winked at whoever he was talking to, I didn't look to see because I was too peeved to care who it was. I cleared my throat to get his attention, though I think I did it a little nervously to be honest; I still had the feeling of butterflies in the pit of my stomach. He looked again right at me with a sort of shocked, wide eyed expression.

"Oh! Sorry, what was that? I wasn't really listening." I rolled my eyes.

"I have a few questions…"

"No! No, no, no, no, no! Don't move that you twit! Leave it there! I need it for my next shoot." Once more I didn't care to look at who he was talking to, I was pretty fed up by then.

"Are you going to pay attention or not? Am I wasting my time?" I spoke a little more harshly than I had intended to but I couldn't help it. He quickly looked back at me and brought his hand up to a piece of his long black hair that had gotten stuck to his lips to remove it, he looked almost as agitated as I did and I soon felt a little bad for snapping at him. He heaved a sigh and glanced around us a bit, moving in closer to me.

"I'm sorry mate, it's just so hard to concentrate on what you're saying with all these people bustling about. Plus, you need to learn to speak up. I'll tell you what, let's go to my lounge where it's more quiet…follow me." He moved around me and started to walk away; I turned and followed him. Soon we came to a huge room with a small bar, a couch, a couple of plush leather chairs, and an array of eccentric decorations and museum items. 'Have a seat,' he instructed me.

I took a seat and he took his sweet time pouring himself a drink, I waited patiently, taking the time to look around at every detail of the room I could, it was all just so interesting. When I looked back over at Peter I saw him removing his hair! What? He wore a wig? And even better yet he was also removing his mustache. What was the point of all that?

Finally he came over to sit in the chair beside mine, pulling at the crotch of his pants as he did so. I couldn't pull my eyes from his hand moving along that certain area, couldn't keep from watching him do it and picturing him jerking off. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, I was getting more and more turned on every minute.

"Ugh! These trousers are so damn tight! I swear it's worse than having crabs mate, it's unbearable!" All I could think of as a reply was, then don't wear them! But I resisted. Of course he was going to wear them, they were sexy! So instead I said the next thing that came to mind, without even knowing what was coming out of my mouth.

"It's a shame that black hair was fake, you looked really good like that." He paused mid-action, hand on crotch, leg swung over the arm of his chair, and his mouth hanging open, quirked into a half smile.

"Well thanks…" He shifted a bit before continuing. "But you don't think I look good now?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer; his face still held a half smile.

"No, don't take it the wrong way, I think you still look great! Not to mention I love your eyeliner, I wish I could pull that off like you do." His eyes sparkled and it looked to me that he was beaming from the compliment. He turned his face away, trying to hide the huge smile that filled his face, but I could see it just fine. Suddenly he turned back and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, and with his face all scrunched up he stared closely at my face. It made me feel really nervous and I didn't know what to do so I just sat stiffly and looked around at my surroundings awkwardly until, after what felt like forever, he leaned back.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You know what?" There was a long pause and I croaked out a small, shy, 'What?' He flashed a dazzling smile and with the sweetest, softest voice he replied.

"I bet you'd look dashing with a bit of eyeliner." Instantly I felt my face grow warm and I knew that I was blushing. It's not my fault, I didn't expect him to say something so nice. But the bad thing was that I could tell for a fact that he noticed. What gave it away was that he threw his head back and gave a hearty laugh. He looked at me again, still chuckling.

"You don't fancy boys do you?" I froze…I froze and I think I even blushed a little more believe it or not.

"No!" It wasn't a lie, I didn't like boys. At least I didn't used to. I was beginning to second guess it by that time though what with liking Jerry, and longing for Ed, and now being all giddy around Peter. And now that I think about it, I sounded a little too defensive for my own good. I sat there a little embarrassed and flustered (being flustered was starting to become a habit). I knew I should have carried on with attempting to interview him but every time I tried to say something it caught in my throat, I think it was because Peter was staring at me with an extremely amused look on his face; it was almost comical. He bit his lip and looked at my playfully.

"Are you sure about that?" From the way he looked at me I didn't know what I should have said. It seemed like he was teasing me but I couldn't tell. And no, I wasn't sure! But I didn't really want to admit it in case he was making fun of me. I guess he saw my hesitation because he leant forward and placed a hand on my knee curiously with a cocky smile. With that touch my eyes fluttered and the butterfly feeling in my stomach turned into more of a multiple explosions in my stomach feeling. When he saw my reaction Peter licked his lips and began to slide his hand up the inside of my thigh, he was intent on finding out the answer. When his hand neared my private I started to panic; my breathing grew heavy and my nails dug into the leather of the seat. This was the first time ever that a man had advanced on me and I didn't know what to do, I never would have thought that I would like it, that it would feel so right. Before I knew it his hand was cupping my balls through my pants, which felt tighter than they should have been and tighter than they were a few seconds ago, and his face was right next to mine; he chose to nuzzle his nose against my cheek and I also felt his breath on my cheek as he spoke seductively.

"Well, well, well…it seems like the answer would be 'no' then. Am I right love?" Whoa, he went from calling me mate to calling me love in less than five minutes. I just couldn't believe this was happening, I had no idea what he expected from me, what he wanted me to do; I was scared that if this went any further I would totally screw up. My attention was quickly drawn from my worries as soon as I felt my balls being massaged by his delicate fingers and I felt his tongue dart out to lick a trail across my cheek and to the crook of my neck.

Ok, by now I knew for sure that he definitely was not making fun of me and that he really was wanting to get frisky and even though I was thoroughly enjoying it I was quickly becoming very nervous. I was overwhelmed and it was too much for me so I started to stutter, racking my brain for something to say and mumbling until finally I just spit the first thing out that came to mind.

"I…I c-came here…" (oh god), I muttered this under my breath before continuing, "um, to talk to you about something…" Still massaging my balls with one hand he ran his other hand up and down my arm, he took his mouth from my neck to mutter.

"Oh yeah?" he lightly bit my neck… "What about?" Again my mind went blank and I had completely forgotten what we were talking about or what I was going to say. He began to place dozens of kisses along my neck and jaw line, then proceeded to squeeze my dick hard through my pants. Soon I felt him press more of his body weight against me almost like he was getting more needy, I sure was judging from how much my dick was throbbing in his hand. Then, because it was getting too intense and I was scared, I remembered and blurted out one word.

"Vampires…" Saying that word caused Peter to instantly stop what he was doing and whatever he was going to do, everything about his being was tense; he was utterly still.

"What…about…vampires?" He talked through gritted teeth and with the way he said 'vampires' I could tell he was annoyed. I still couldn't fully think straight, especially with him hovering over me, so my mind was cloudy when I answered.

"There's one living next door to me, I don't know what to do about it." He stood up from me in a flash with closed eyes, looking upset. He brought his hand up to the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

"I think you should get out of my room." He stood there like that, hand on nose, eyes shut, and I waited to see if he would be kind enough to usher me out but he just erupted even more, "…right now!"

His outburst startled me but more so it just angered me so I got up and chucked a picture that I was going to show him onto one of his end tables, that picture being proof, and stormed off across the room and out the door, feeling like his 'whore' probably did just a few moments earlier.