A new take on a great movie; takes place after the end. All the foreign dialect is Google translator so it is probably rife with mistakes...Sorry.
Everyone was standing around, choking on dust and soot. The Frog Brothers and Sam were flexing and high fiving; celebrating their first ever completed vampire hunt. Star was in Mike's arms coughing and smiling; they were mortal once more.
Grandpa went to the kitchen and got a beer. "One thing about living in Santa Clara I never could stomach; all the DAMN vampires."
Lucy was shocked beyond all belief; these things that haunted nightmares and works of fiction were real. She ran a hand through her short hair and tried to shake the image of monstrous Max out of her mind. Suddenly a noise came from the taxidermy room; Lucy's Father ran past everyone, the old man was moving quickly. Mike looked at everyone and shrugged, he, Star and Laddie followed not sure of what was going on; Sam and the Frog Brothers took up the rear.
The old man was shocked to see the vampire impaled on his collection of antlers. "Oh my."
He did not see surprised when the black clad boy started to move and curse.
"VERDAMMT! Scheisse!" The vampire choked out. (DAMN! Shit!)
The old man ran up to him and laid his hand on the blond. "Your Mother would be beside herself hearing you talk like a dirty commoner."
"Götter, die weh tun! Hilf mir, von diesen Dingen wegzukommen!" The vampire gasped. (Gods that hurts! Help me get off these things!)
Grandpa shook his head,"Speak American I have forgotten much of that! I'm OLD dammit!"
He found a saw and worked to get the vampire free; he knew how to cut the antlers quick and soon the vampire was free and slowly pulling out the sharp horns.
Sam shouted, "No Grandpa STOP, What ARE YOU DOING!"
Grandpa looked at all of them and stood between them and David. "I guess I have some explaining to do."
"You were dead once blood sucker, we can just kill you again!" Alan Frog threatened.
The Frog brothers roared and rushed at the vampire and the old man; they were armed with their squirt guns full of holy water. The vampire saw them coming, he didn't move as they sprayed him in the face with their squirt guns. Nothing happened, no smoke, no melting skin.
The old man swatted the water guns aside. "That water is about as Holy as your attitudes." Grandpa grabbed the teenagers and pushed them back. "Stop that and let me explain!"
The brothers turned on the old man guns raised and aimed; Sam didn't move, but Lucy and Michael moved forward.
Mike pushed Edgar away. "He's not a vampire you idiots, we've seen him out in the sunlight."
"What's going on Dad?" Lucy asked stepping in between Alan and her Father.
David groaned and fell to his knees; the old man went to him and placed his hands on him, the holes in his chest were not healing. "Why aren't you healing?!"
"Ich habe Marko gefüttert, um ihn zu retten, jetzt kann ich mich nicht retten." The vampire replied as she placed his bloodied hands on the wood floor. (I fed Marko to save him, now I can not save myself.)
David must be really weak to fall back on one of his former tongues, the old man thought. Grandpa shook his head head trying to remember the language; it had been so long ago when they taught it to him.
He nodded, "Where are the others?"
The vampire shook his head, shrugged, and lay on his side; he looked so pitiful.
Grandpa ran to he work room and brought back a jar, it was filled with blood. "It's all I have, it is animal blood but it should help. Drink, and don't argue, your Mother will have my hide."
He thrust the jar into David hands and sat him up; David grimaced as he was moved, but he started to drink the crimson liquid. Everyone was looking at him, the Frog brothers were prepared to attack them both; had it not been for Lucy and Mike.
Grandpa herded them all away from the vampire, and into the kitchen, where he grabbed another beer. He figured his secrets would accompany him to his grave; he never thought he'd have to come clean about what happened and who he had met.