The sun rose over the hotels of Las Vegas. Charley found himself milling about in the seedy Hard Rock Casino. He looked up to see a large cloth banner with Peter Vincent's mug on it. All around Charley were people sporting liquid paper white faces and black lips. He snaked a news paper and went to take a stroll in the casinos.

The pole dancers dancing in the casinos couldn't even distract Charley today. He swiped a Casino worker's jacket from a black jack chair. He threw it on and took the tag off. He tore out a piece of the news paper that said Sun and shoved it into the tag holder and clipped it back onto his chest. With that, he slithered into the backstage area of Fright Night.

Dramatic music invaded his ears as did the howls of werewolves. He watched a lady in white lay on a bed while two women, in black, guarded her. In a flash of smoke and fire, Peter Vincent appeared on stage. He turned to the women. "Get back, demons!"

His voice had a thick Scottish accent. The women in black hissed at Peter, showing off their fake vampire fangs as the woman in white rose above the bed. She hissed, showing she too had vampire fangs. "No!"

She hissed again and a puff of smoke came from her mouth. Charley wondered why Lilith liked the shows so much he put on. She was seen a few times wearing his shirts to school. "Stop, stop, stop. Stop! Cut it!" cried Peter, breaking character. The music died and the normal lights came on. "Come on! What the fuck, people? Fire. She's supposed to be on fire, not dribbling fucking smoke."

"She keeps moving the squib," said a stage hand.

"Hey, I do not," said the woman in white. She was a feisty Latina. "But Mr. Fireman here almost nearly burned off my extensions last time."

A make-up artist came over to Peter and he smacked her away. "Bugger this. Look! Get me some professionals, all right?" barked Peter before smacking the make-up artist and walking off stage.

"Mr. Vincent? Hi, I'm from the Vegas Sun," said Charley following Peter. "We had an appointment today."

"I don't think so. Speak to my guy," said Peter trying to brush Charley off.

"No, we did. I'm doing that article," said Charley. "Vampires: Separating Myth From Fact."

"Do you want a quote?" asked Peter, stopping and turning to fact Charley. "That's a shit idea for an article."

"Look, please...please, I need your expertise and you're the man this stuff, so..." begged Charley.

A woman in black walked by and hissed at Peter. He smiled. "I fucked her, filthy," purred Peter. "So, is this, what, your fist assignment or something?" Charley nodded and Peter grinned. "I'm gonna pop your cherry. Ginger! Bring him upstairs. You got 10 minutes."

Charley followed the woman in white, Ginger, upstairs to Peter's suite. Off the elevator was a long row filled with glass cases, all containing Vampire and Werewolf artifacts. "Wow! This is all his stuff?" asked Charley, sounding like a kid in a candy store.

"He started collecting tarots and Ouijas. Gateway stuff," explained Ginger.

Charley nodded. "As does my former friend's girlfriend...er...wife. She loves that kind of stuff," said Charley taking quick notes.

"Don't tell him that, he'll get pissy. He's a sensitive little girl," warned Ginger. Charley nodded. "Those books, the forgotten texts, the Agrippa. He's read them all. Over there that's..."

"Haunted antiques?" asked Charley. Lilith had only babbled about haunted antiques a hundred times at school.

Ginger giggled. "Cursed stuff!" she giggled in a spooky voice. "And that's Pete's honorary degree from LVSU but he got it off the internet."

Ginger led him to a room, a living room, were Peter was waiting for him. "Midori me," he said to Ginger.

"Midori yourself, douchebag," said Ginger.

"Fuck you!"

Ginger threw up both hands, each flipping the bird, as she walked away. "Asswipe."

Charley neared Peter as he let his trench coat fall from his bare chest. The two men heard a thunk but shrugged it off. Peter went to the bar to make himself a drink. The thunk came from outside the window. What the two men didn't know was that Jerry, Lilith and Ed were listening in.

"You really think that that douchebag is cute?" asked Jerry gesturing to Peter. "Where did I go wrong in raising you?"

"He's a vampire hunter in leather pants," sneered Ed. He looked in to see Peter trying to separate his balls from the leather pants. "Gross."

They watched as Peter started yelling at Charley and Charley left the suite of Peter Vincent. "But hah! Cute Scottish man isn't helping Charley!" giggled Lilith.