Hey Lost Boys Archive! This is my first Lost Boys story so please tell me what you think. Thanks.

I want to especially thank VogueCharlotteVogue for giving me the whole idea and also suggesting the title name.

October 15th, 1987

The day in the comic book store was as boring as ever. There were minimal customers, but neither of the Frog Brothers seemed to care. They both stood in their usual spot, behind the counter, intently searching through their comics, trying to find new techniques for the killing of vampires. Edgar held the comic, Alan standing behind him, peeking over his shoulder. Edgar was wearing his ever so common bandana along with his checkered red shirt. Alan was wearing his navy green shirt, the sleeves completely cut off.
Life in Santa Carla was still and quiet for the time being, something the brothers found relaxing but oddly horrifying at the same time. For an entire year already, they had been on the hunt, protecting truth, justice, and the American way. As they continued their search through their comic, Sam Emerson stalked silently through the aisles of the store, trying to find a book he had NOT read yet. Finally, he picked one up, a smile of hope spreading on his face. Eagerly, he opened the comic and began to read.
"Oh wait, I've read this one already," Sam said, letting out a disappointed sigh, closing the comic and placing it back in its spot.
"Guys, those hideous vamps are still out there, shouldn't we be planning or something?" Sam complained as he cringed at the thought of the vamps.
The Frog Brothers didn't respond, too focused on one of their comics.
Sam continued wandering pointlessly through the store, his ugly coat floating swiftly behind him.
The town was oddly quiet today. There were no customers in the store, and even Edgar and Alan's parents weren't there sleeping beside the television.
Sam decided he was going to leave, and as he did, he quickly grabbed another addition of a vampire comic for reading in case he needed it. As he headed towards the door, he looked back at the bros, debating on whether to say bye or not. But he shrugged, figuring they wouldn't notice.
He turned back to the door, and at that moment, there was the ringing of the entrance bell at the door.
A tall girl with long, wavy brown hair entered. She wore a long coat, almost as hideous and fashion victim like as Sam's. Her shoes looked like she had found them in the dumpster nearby. They were dirty and worn out. To simplify, they didn't look wearable.
She also wore a plain red shirt under the coat, and worn out blue jeans. With a tough look on her face, she stepped inside, not acknowledging any of the three guys who silently stood in the same room as her. With hardly any hesitation, she made her way over to the comics, immediately picking up a batman.
Sam noticed which one it was, it was the one and only out of four...
"A batman number 14!" He sprang forward, almost attacking the girl. She gave him a puzzled look, but continued to not speak.
"Holy shit! I can't believe you just found that! I've been looking for that for weeks." Sam's mouth fell open.
The Frog Bros had only just realized what was happening as they turned towards the two in the aisle.
"Wow, fashion victim alert," Alan whispered to Edgar, gesturing towards the girl. Edgar nodded, not responding. The both of them stared at Sam and this new, silent girl. The girl looked slightly amused at the state of Sam. He would not stop yelping with excitement at the batman number 14 she was holding.
"Wait, the batman number 14!" Alan shouted, spitting in his brother's face during the action, "Did you know we had that?!"
As Edgar wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, he shook his head, eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. "I knew we had it at one point..." He shrugged, focusing his attention back upon the other two.
The girl was now laughing silently. Sam was eager for the comic and she knew he wanted it from her, but she wasn't giving it up that easily.
Sam looked hopefully, and he wanted to hint at this girl that he needed that book. He simply didn't want to ask her for it directly.
But she got his vibe. She smirked slightly, her lips tilting upwards and looked him straight in the eyes, "No, you can't have it. Sorry." With that, she left a dumbfounded Sammy in the aisles, feeling glum. She walked swiftly towards the counter where the Frog Brothers stood, still staring at her and Sam. Alan was now holding his vampire comic, out in the open for her to see. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously as she set down her batman number 14, "Vampires, huh?" Edgar and Alan said nothing. They were slightly afraid of this girl. Edgar even looked a little worried, even as he tried giving the girl a look of intimidation. She was still grinning as she lifted an eyebrow again, "So can I pay now?"
"Uh, right," Edgar stated, receiving two quarters from the girl.
She picked up the comic, and walked out the door. There was no goodbye to anyone. There was just a smile at the brothers and flashing of a grin towards the fashion victim still standing dumbfounded in the aisles.
The three of them remained frozen until the strange girl had completely left the store. This was signaled by the ringing of the bell on the door.
Edgar looked deep in thought. Alan held his comic and looked down at it, the cover reading "Destroy All Vampires."
"What the hell was that?" Edgar finally blurted out. Sam gave him a questioning look, snapping out of his dumbfounded state, to look at the Frogs.
"That's no normal girl," Edgar said, shaking his head.
"No, don't start with that again!" Sam exclaimed, walking out of the aisle and towards the counter, "She is NOT a vampire! Besides, it's daylight outside. Why would she be wandering around during the day?"
It looked for a moment that Sam had won; he had made a fair point.
"Did any of you notice the sunglasses?" Alan fought back.
Sam shrugged, "That doesn't mean anything."
But he was ignored. The brothers turned back towards their counter, leaning on it and aimlessly flipping through the comic that they knew by heart.
Alan turned to Edgar, looking at him as if to ask something.
Edgar nodded, she was a vampire alright, or at least half.