It was a dark and stormy night, as Dave stood in front of what was once his best friend's house, now nothing more than a haunted house. He walked up to the front steps and looked at the doormat, stained with dry blood. The house hadn't been touched since the day John's mom was assassinated, and no one knows how or why the Egbert family ever left the neighborhood. Dirk walked up behind Dave, whose eyes were growing watery just by knowing his friend had disappeared.

"Lil' dude, S'Time to go."

Dave turned around to face his brother and nodded, walking down the front steps. He ran back to the apartment building under Dirk's umbrella, splashing in puddles, reminding Dave of what he and John did when they were kids. He began to sniffle, and his bro nudged his shoulder, typing in the code to enter the apartment building.

"Don't cry, lil' man. That isn't very stride."

"I'm not crying, bro. My eyes are just sweating."

Dirk chuckled, "Ah, the irony of that joke. Come on, you're gonna catch cold."

The two of them ran inside and sat down on the couch in front of the T.V.

"Let's watch the news, Shall we?" Dirk said, as he flipped through the channels and on to a Breaking News report.

Dave leaned in forward towards the screen to look at the image on the screen that looked like John's house. Helicopters were swarming the house, shining down lights onto it. Officers ran to the door, and stared at the blood stained front porch, barging their way inside.

"Is that John's-"

"Shh!"

Dave interrupted Dirk as he tried to listen to what the reporters had to say.

"This house has been suspiciously noted for being the place of Merlinda Egbert's death bed. Witnesses are now saying that Mister Egbert was responsible for her death. They say that he approached her neck and bit her, causing her to fall to her knees and collapse on the ground. Callers are now dialing our number saying that Mister Egbert sucked out her blood, and left her flesh to the turkey vultures-"

Dirk shut of the T.V, concluding with, "Okay, Dave. That's enough bull shit to last you for one night."

Dave was in utter shock. "Wha…. I… Mister Egbert did…. Wh…."

Dirk picked him up bridal style and walked him to his room. "You're in shock, I realize that. But for now, just sleep it off. It'll be solved in the morning."

He tucked in his little bro, and patted his forehead, which he did instead of kissing him.

"G'night, dude." Dirk said, as he shut off the light and closed the door, walking back to the couch, and watching the news report on the Egbert family.

"So, are they trying to say Mister Egbo is a… Vamp? What the heck is wrong with this world."

He listened to everything else the reporters had to say.

"Mister Egbert and his son, John, are nowhere to be found. We will continue our search and get back to this Breaking News when we find out. This is Linda Barda, live on scene."

Dirk shut off the T.V as the man at the broadcasting station thanked her, and lied back on the couch.

"Let's see what I have to say about that." He smirked, and drifted off to sleep, the rain beating up against the window panes.