Author Note

Hey, guys! I've been reading your reviews, and you asked for a sequel so here be it! (Yes, that was intentional!) I was really surprised by them - People like my stories! Yay!

GEORGE WON BRITAIN'S GOT TALENT! WHOOO! Sorry. He really, really deserved to win.

Just a little side note: That other story I just started, it's just to tide people over while I suffer from writer's block. It's not going to be as quickly uploaded as this, and it's just a bit of fun. I also don't know when I shall complete it. If you have any requests or ideas, feel free to PM me!

Thanks to Blackfishy for doing so!

Hope you guys enjoy this next story! (It's all my imagination, so I hope it doesn't suck!)

Story Start

Three months had passed since they had killed the vampires. Max and his boys were long gone.

Sam's family had managed to rebuild the house - eventually. It had taken a long, long stay at a local hotel. They had had to get friends of the family to repair the plumbing and the lights. It had taken hours to clean the blood from the walls; with some reluctant help from the Frog brothers. The bodies had been buried in the backyard; nobody would know - the vampires had been living in that cave for years, and nobody lived close by.

Star and Laddie had moved in with them. Sam didn't mind sharing a room with Laddie; Michael obviously didn't mind sharing a room with Star.

The Frog brothers' parents had passed away in their sleep. They hadn't reacted much at first; but one night they just broke down. Strange; they had always talked badly of their parents. They told Blanche they could have, should have done something to stop it. She'd never seen them that upset before.

Edgar had been going out with Blanche. Alan and Sam knew about it, of course. It was pretty obvious; whenever a guy walked into the store, he would either stare at them or put his arm around her. Or both.

Now it was midnight. The moon was high in the sky. Taking in a breath, Skylar smiled. The boardwalk was becoming more and more deserted; people always went missing late at night.

Locals knew that now was a good time to go home; But Skylar couldn't. He had a job to do. He had orders from David.

After all, he couldn't go against the head vampire unless he had a death wish.

...

Blanche was sitting alone on what looked like a stone slab, hugging her knee. The sky was pitch black, and the moon was red.

Wait - red?

A dark, blood red to be exact. She was sitting on a cliff, away from the edge. In front of her was a long valley that stretched beyond the horizon. She had a feeling she'd been here before. Why she didn't know.

Two groups of people appeared, one on either side of the valley.

Armies.

One side consisted of what could only be vampires. Wait; why would the undead be out? Sure, the sky was black, but the ground and surroundings were bright, visible. If the sky hadn't been black, she could have thought it was daylight.

What about the other army? ...Ask a silly question.

They held stakes, bows and arrows, cloves of garlic, flasks of holy water, guns... They were obviously slayers. Two familiar figures lead the group.

Edgar and Alan.

Shit.

The vampires bared their fangs and attacked. Total carnage engulfed all; some mortal, some dead. Limbs flew out in all directions, blood glazed the ground. Several vampires lay on the ground, screaming with stakes in their hearts or because of a sudden shower of holy water. Someones head flew to the ground, rolling until it hit a rock. Veins and tendons hung from where a neck should have been. The eyes were wide open in shock, but glazed over.

For some strange, wicked reason, Blanche found herself laughing. Laughing maniacally.

That is, until she saw Edgar. He had just driven a stake through a young vampire's heart. A young, female vampire's heart.

Oh, dear God.

It was her!

She fell on her knees, supporting herself with one arm as blood poured out of the wound. Edgar carried on slaying the vampires. Blanche had stopped laughing and was now beside herself. Literally. The stake protruded from her. She could've sworn her sternum was sticking out of her shirt. The vampire stared at her with lifeless, empty eyes.

'You left the window open.' She whispered before collapsing in a bleeding pile.

...

Blanche shot up, shaking and sweating.

Just a dream.

She breathed out and put her hand on her heart. A rapid heartbeat hit it. Then someone clamped their hand to her mouth, pushing her back onto the bed.

'Don't move.' An unfamiliar voice commanded her in a violent whisper.

Damn it. She had left the window open.

'This might hurt, by the way.' He continued. 'Nothing personal, miss. I'm just following orders.'

Her eyes widened with shock as his canines grew. He pulled her head to the side, sweeping her hair from her neck casually. He laughed as he got closer to her neck.

She desperately tried to struggle, tried to cry out for help. Nothing happened. No noise or movement came. She was in a trance, either going to die or be turned. Whether she liked it or not.

She closed her eyes tight as his teeth sank into her flesh. A feeling of dread and disgust filled her as he sucked and licked the wound. It was grotesque, unwanted.

After what felt like an eternity, he stopped, giving her neck one final lick, making her shudder. He laughed and brought his arm to his teeth. He winced as he tore into his wrist. He offered the wound to Blanche, who instinctively turned away. Her movement was still restricted; she couldn't move her legs or arms just yet.

He grabbed her jaw and pinched her nose, forcing her to open her mouth. He forced her to feed. The revolting liquid oozed down her throat. He stroked her hair.

'Good girl.' He laughed.

Taking away his wrist, he scraped his lips against hers.

'My name's Skylar.' He said, laughing. 'I'll come back real soon.'

Leaving her in the trance he thumped on the wall.

...

Edgar's eyes snapped open at the sound. A loud thud from Blanche's room. He and Alan sat up, looking to each other in alarm.

'She's one of us now!' Someone yelled. 'You hear me? Damn Frogs!' A small laugh followed. 'Damn Frogs!'

The boys shot from their beds and rushed to unlock her bedroom door. Forcing it open, they found Blanche crying, lying flat on her back, small trails of blood running from her neck and throat. The window was wide open. The guy appeared to be gone.

'I'm sorry.' Her voice was barely a whisper. They could only just hear it. 'He turned me.'

A tear fell from her face, quickly followed by another, then another. Alan went to the window, looking out. Edgar sat on her bed and scooped her up in his arms, trying not to hurt her. Her head rested on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat.

'It's going to be OK, Blanche. Trust me. It'll be alright.'

He tried his best to comfort her; but somewhere in his heart he knew that she was a goner. She was going to be one of them. They didn't know who the head vampire was. He only had one choice

He had to kill her when she came back.

'Don't leave me.' He thought. 'Please.'

'Edgar.' Alan said. 'There's no one out there.'

He looked to Blanche, whose breathing was beginning to slow.

'I'm sorry.' She repeated, her voice even quieter.

Her eyes closed and her head fell heavy. Edgar stared in shock.

'No.' He muttered.

Alan shook his head. He didn't know what to feel. 'She's one of them.'

Edgar just held her close, gently rocking back and forth. This couldn't possibly be happening. First his parents, now his girlfriend.

His name meant 'protector of the good', for Christ's sake; he wasn't exactly living up to his name, was he?

...

A/N: If you don't believe me, check for yourselves. Edgar does indeed mean 'Protector of the Good'. Alan means 'Rock' and Blanche means 'White'. I only know this because I'm sad enough to check. ...I was looking up the meaning of my name, OK?! Hahaha, amazing what you can find out!