Hope I didn't scare you guys off with my last note. I really appreciate how much you love my story and am sooo glad you don't throw stuff at me for my cliff hangers. Hope you like this chapter!

Anyways, I figured it was time to introduce Peter into my story. I did use plenty of quotes and scenarios from the movie to liven it up a bit and used Evil Ed as well as Charley in this scene. And, yes...I DON'T own them. I hope I did Peter and Ginger justice!

Charley paced nervously in his bedroom, peering out every second to try and catch a glimpse of Lily in Jerry's house. It had been a couple of months since she bravely traded her life for him, Doris and his mother and he was anxious to make sure she was doing okay.

"You do realize she's been turned now, right?" Ed lamented as he sat in Charley's desk chair "From what you told me, Jerry made his intentions toward Lily painfully clear"

"I know, I know" Charley said impatiently, sitting on the edge of his bed "I just wish there were some way I could help her"

"An apology to me will do" Ed huffed, glaring at Charley "Since you started hanging around those stoners, you've treated me like shit. Not cool, Brewster, not cool"

Charley opened his mouth to speak but Ed continued.

"Now you've realized that I was right and you need my help" he exclaimed, his voice rising an octave or two "Well, why should I help you? You should've asked those morons to come here, not me"

"Look, Ed" Charley said quietly, his conscience wracked with obvious guilt "I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for the way I treated you after being friends with you for a lifetime. I'm sorry for not believing you when you had me come to investigate Adam's house and I'm also sorry for everything I said that night...Will you PLEASE help me?"

Ed smirked in satisfaction and turned to face Charley's laptop.

"You and I can't face Jerry and Lily alone" Ed explained, logging onto the internet. "We need someone with expertise...someone who can give us all the tips we need on vampire hunting"

With that, he typed an address in the address bar and a website popped up.

Charley fought the urge to roll his eyes when he saw whose website it was.

"Seriously, Ed?" Charley asked, giving Ed a look "Peter Vincent? Isn't he just an illusionist?"

"Just an illusionist?" Ed repeated, shaking his head "Charley, haven't you done any research on vampires at all? Peter Vincent is the expert on all things supernatural. When top people in the field need answers, they come to HIM!"

"I don't know about this, Ed" Charlie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck "What makes you think he'll talk to us?"

"Just leave that to me" Ed grinned, motioning towards the big black duffel bag he carried around...

... "This is ridiculous" Charley hissed, adjusting his fake name tag "Do you really think he'll believe we're reporters for the Las Vegas Sun?"

"Of course" Ed replied, smirking in satisfaction as they walked through the Hard Rock Hotel casino to the venue, where Peter Vincent's show took place nightly "I made extra sure that these press badges look like the real thing. Just let me do the talking, okay? I know what I'm doing"

"Okay" Charley relented, shrugging as they entered the theatre "You do the talking, I do the walking"

"Shhh" Ed hissed, motioning for Charley to be quiet "They're rehearsing"

The two boys watched curiously at the display of three vampire women writhing and sliding towards a gorgeous brunette on a king sized bed. Always trying to stay on the safe side, Ed took a crucifix out of his sport coat pocket and kept it on hand, oblivious to Charley rolling his eyes and muttering "Oh, brother".

Suddenly, as the vampires bit and teased the woman on the bed, a flash of fire shot out of the floor and Peter Vincent emerged, posing as his back was turned to the bed.

Charley looked at the illusionist with an arched brow while Ed practically salivated at the display.

"Is this for real?" Charley whispered, making a face "This guy reminds me way too much of Russell Brand"

"Shut up!" Ed hissed, glaring daggers at Charley before turning his attention back on the show.

"GET BACK, DEMONS" Peter Vincent yelled, turning to face the bed.

He waved his arms about slowly as the vampire women hissed at him angrily. Then, the victim on the bed began to levitate and stand in the air before him, seemingly by his will. She opened her eyes and hissed, fangs emerging from her gums.

"NOOOOOOO" yelled Peter Vincent as a burst of smoky fire shot out from his hands. The fire left much to be desired and Peter was visibly irritated.

"STOP!"

The production halted and the lights came back on to reveal that the whole thing was a charade.

"Amazing" Ed exclaimed, nearly clapping his hands in delight. Charley rolled his eyes again.

"Come on! What the fuck, people?" Peter complained, exasperated as he turned to the production manager "Fire...this was supposed to be fire. Not some puff of smoke"

The make-up girl rushed up to Peter for a touch up and he impatiently brushed her off as he continued to complain about the pyrotechnics. The actress playing the victim got into a huff, complaining that the fire nearly burned off her extensions.

"Get me some professionals" Peter hissed, pushing the make-up girl away and moving away from the stage.

Ed saw it as their opportunity to catch up with the illusionist. Charley followed him slowly.

"Mr. Vincent" Ed called out, rushing up to the irate man "I'm Ed Lee from the Las Vegas Sun. We had an appointment for an interview today"

"I don't think so" Peter Vincent replied, still walking to the exit "I don't remember that"

"It was supposed to be an article about vampires" Ed said, undeterred as he and Charley followed him "Separating myth from fact"

"Do you want a quote? That's a shitty idea for an article!"

"Look, please" Ed pleaded with him "Please, I need your expertise. You're the man for this stuff, so..."

"I fucked her" Peter said proudly as the gorgeous brunette walked by. "Good lay"

Charley followed her with his eyes, smirking. Ed, meanwhile, gave Peter a pleading look.

"So, is this your first assignment or something?" Peter asked Ed warily, a knowing look on his face.

"Uh, yeah" Ed replied, folding his arms across his chest matter-of-factly.

Peter's serious face erupted into a knowing grin as he chuckled.

"I'm gonna pop your cherry" he exclaimed cheekily as Charley snickered quietly "GINGER! Bring him upstairs!" To Ed, he said "You got ten minutes"

With that, the gorgeous actress who played the victim, walked up to Ed and Charley, impatiently motioning for them to follow her while she tied up her silk robe...

... "Wow" Ed whispered as Ginger led him and Charley through Peter Vincent's mini-museum/armoury "This stuff is amazing"

"This is all his stuff?" Charley asked, trying to make conversation with Ginger as they headed to the anteroom.

"He started by collecting tarot and Ouija" Ginger replied, semi amused, in a Spanish accent "Now scholars, they come to him for answers"

She caught Ed reaching out to touch what looked like a crucifixion spike.

"No, no" she said, pulling him away "Don't touch anything. He's PMSing today"

Charley snickered at Ginger's comment about Peter as they kept walking.

"See that?" Ginger pointed to an honorary diploma, smiling mockingly before clucking her tongue in mock-pity "That's Pete's honorary degree from the Las Vegas State University. But he got it off the internet"

Charley snickered again, resulting in a death glare from Ed as they reached the anteroom.

Peter, meanwhile had started a fire as he waited for Ed to interview him.

"There" Ginger gestured to where Peter was standing "Go to him"

"Ah, Midori me" Peter said mockingly to Ginger, who taunted him back.

"Midori yourself...douchebag" Ginger sneered, turning and walking away.

"Fuck you!" Peter exclaimed testily as she left the anteroom.

"Asswipe" Ginger taunted him, using both hands to flip the bird as she disappeared from sight...