Unfortunate Vampire Convention

Willy and I drove through the night, generic Midwestern farms, houses, and trailers whizzing by us. I could just imagine the little chintzy wooden plaques covered in pastel colors, with messages like "Bless This House," and "Home Sweet Home" written in those ugly letters. I wondered absently how many people would buy the crafts if, instead of happy little snowmen, pictures of skinless monkeys and the like were painted.
I must haved dozed off again. Willy was smacking me with an empty Pringles can. "Dude, we're there. Wake up wake up wake up..." He volunteered to drive through the night, saying that it was a good opportunity to think. I suspected that he enjoyed the opportunity to chew on caffeine pills and listen to techno for six hours straight. The best way to describe his personality was... Obsessive.
The re-frozen snow crunched under our boots as we walked up to the warehouse. It looked like a suitable location for our meeting: large, open, and with plenty of space for our guests with wings.
We were the first to arrive, but the others followed shortly after. The first guest was Ahmed ibn-Qa'ali, representing the Djiin. He wore a suit that seemed to pull light into it, making it appear as if it were made out of a black hole. He pulled up in a black Lincoln drove by a man whose face seemed like it had been painted on, literally.
The next arrival was Steve, representing the Vampires. He arrived in a similar fashion as the Djiin, but instead wore sunglasses and long black robes that left no skin exposed to the sunlight. That seemed to make sense, at least to me. Willy poked me. "Look at this guy. He looks like an Afghani woman. Heh."
The other representatives arrived over the next five minutes. We took our seats around the folding tables. Willy was in charge of setting up the place, and he apparently forgot to add the lights to the room. Fortunate, because the Vampire representative may have been a little irked.
Willy tapped his Rungu stick on the table for attention. The sparse conversation drifte off.
"Ahem. Gentlemen... or, whatever you happen to be, you all know why we are here. Since I figured there would be some tension in the room, due to various disagreements, wars, and douchbaggery, I have decided that we should begin this meeting on a lighter note. My distinguished guests, please welcome DJ Squeaks!"
The curtain set up on the end of the room dropped as the steady thump-tss of techno began playing. The guests looked confused for a split second before regaining their composure. Even they knew this was weird.
The music swelled and crashed as bright lights struck the disco ball hanging from the ceiling. The Vampire sqealed and fell off his chair, pulling his hood back on and fumbling with his sunglasses.
"Willy!" I yelled. "Turn that off! You're pissing off the Vampire!"