Author Note: I have not forgotten this story. I'm sorry for not updating in a while. I just want to say Happy Birthday, Miss Ralai and hope you have a wonderful day or had. Here's your update, sweetheart. This chapter is in two parts. So this is part one of chapter twelve.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fright Night in any shape or form. I merely own Samantha.

Now you guys must help me. I'm torn between these two: Lawless and This Means War.

Which one should I write about?

Watching with slight fascination, she yanked her hand back, her skin sizzling and then healing in an instant. Flexing her hand, she stared out the black painted window, her eyebrows furrowed together.

She watched the faint glimmer of sunlight dance it's way into the room threw the small unpainted part of the window.

"You should be down in the basement, Samantha." She glanced towards the voice and smiled lightly at Jerry before glancing back towards the window and sighed.

She rubbed the back of her neck. "Sorry, I got a little distracted." She murmured as she felt his breath on her neck, his lips teasing small kisses on her skin and she shivered lightly.

She turned towards him and sighed leaning her head against his chest. "I know Charley is going to come for me, Jerry and I just want you to know on which side I will be on."

She took a deep breath and looked at him.

"I see you got my message." Peter Vincent visibly jumped at the sudden voice behind him and whirled around before sighing in relief as he found himself staring at the familiar face of Charley.

Peter raised a eyebrow. "How did you get in here?" He questioned. Charley sighed as he pointed at the screen. "Secuirity is a little lax, with everybody's throat ripped out."

Peter glanced back towards Charley. " I don't know if my sister is alive or dead or turned - but he's got her. I don't know if my mom will make it. I'm going to end him, or he's going to end me."

Staring at the kid, Peter couldn't help but notice how different Charley acted. "One way or the other, that's how it's going to be and you're going with me."Peter scoffed as he sighed shaking his head.

"Don't you get what this is? There's no fighting. There's only surviving, if you're lucky-" Charley took a step towards him, his eyes narrowing.

"You call this surviving? If you live and we all die, you think you'll ever be able to get us out of your head?"He questioned.

"I know I won't. I never could -not after the first time."This stopped Charley and he stared at Peter, his eyebrows furrowed. "I told myself I probably made it up. I was a kid. Maybe it was easier to believe in monsters..."

Charley sighed. "Made what up?" Peter took a deep breath and shrugged.

"The vampire who killed my parents my brothers. But not me. I hid." A look of surprise crossed Charley's face as everything started to make sense. "I didn't collect all this stuff for fun. I thought maybe I could find the tribe, "avenge" my people." Peter stated as Charley took a step forward.

"So do it. We'll go in at dawn. He's got to rest sometime-" Peter shook his head and stared at Charley unconvinced.

"It's not like that. When I was a kid, I hid because I wanted to live. I still do! This isn't the comics. You want to be a dead hero. Good for you. But I'm out." He groaned seeing the look on Charley's face. "You think I'm a coward. I'm just a realist."Moment of hesitation for Charley.

"So you bail on people, erase them. I don't want to make it to tomorrow, not if you're the kind of man I have to be."

A moment.

Peter is full of self-loathing, but resolved and he sighed watching as Charley turned to leave. "Wait." Taking the stake carved from white wood, he handed it to Charley. Blessed by Saint Michael. Kill a vampire with it - it's supposed to turn his victims back. If your sister is changed, you can still save her."

Charley took the stake and raised a eyebrow. "If it's for real."

Peter shrugged. "Who knows what's real anymore. There's no guarantee he'll be asleep during the day. He's housebound, not hibernating." Charley shrugged.

"I'll figure it out."

"No, you need a plan. To stake him, you have to get close - he's stronger than you."

"Holy water?"

"Slow him down. Won't stop him. Torch him, you'll have a few good minutes before he really goes up. Believe me, a vampire on fire isn't thinking clearly." Peter replied as Charley's brows furrowed together.

"But if he's on fire how do I get close enough to stake him?" Peter thought about it for a second and cursed under his breath. Charley shook his head and sighed. "You just worry about yourself."With that he left.

Entering the hospital, a sudden unwanted feeling bubbled in the pit of his stomach and his eyes widened. "Amy!" He whisper-yelled and picked up the speed. Running down the halls, he hoped that his gut feeling wasn't telling the truth and that she was safe.

Loosing his mother and sister was one thing but loosing Amy was another thing.

Approaching his mother's hospital room, his eyes searched frantically and he barged in the room, and all breath left his lungs as his feet slowly carried him forward. His body shaking, he crouched down and grasped the crumbled note and instantly he stopped breathing as he noticed the familiar handwriting of his sister.

You should look after your girlfriend, Charley. Who knows what horrible things might happen to her. Think of this as a generous payback. You took something from me, and now I'm taking something from you. If you want your girlfriend back, you know where to find her.

His eyes read over the words over and over again and with anger and determination, he clutched the note in his hand and stared at his motionless mother. "Don't worry, I'm coming for you. I'm going to get Amy and Sam out there. Even if it means my life, I'll get them out. I promise mom." With that, he kissed his mother's forehead and turned around, not knowing that he'll return alive or dead, with or without Sam or Amy.