Edgar's hair was long… it fell pin straight right above his shoulders and it was a little greasy. He had sunglasses over his eyes and his face was a little scruffy. He looked about as normal as an average Santa Carla citizen could as he pulled on his denim sleeveless jacket. This had been his signature vampire hunting gear, since he was 15 and the Emersons came and discovered 'the ones who got away' as well as helped save Star and Laddie. They had killed the head vampire back then , Max, but the others had just disappeared. Edgar knew for the past two years he was being hunted, just as they knew he was hunting them in return. He'd caught fleeting glances of them back on the boardwalk lately up to their usual mischief, but whenever he got close too close they just disappeared… they were getting smarter and stronger.

He grunted. Edgar was going to the airport. He hated places like that. Airports, Train stations, they were all just like the boardwalk over crowded with innocent, oblivious humans. They were the ideal places for Vampires to feed, they could easily corner an innocent young girl and drain her in a minute flat. He hopped in his truck, He and Alan had saved up for a year to buy it. Comic book sales were good but they had to keep the store going… their parents were just a little too high to deal with that kind of thing these days.

HE rolled down the window leaning one arm out of the window and keeping on hand on the wheel. He thought about her… Kennedy McKenzie Evans. Her mom had been his mother's best friend… they had been on vacation together in Hawaii when she met Kennedy's father. Edgar had never liked him… even was he was little and Kennedy would come to Santa Carla every other summer with her brother. He had always hollered at everything he ever did. 'EDGAR DON'T TOUCH THOSE ROCKS!' 'EDGAR DON'T LIE ABOUT THINGS, YOULL SCARE HER!' So he had tried to explain to Aaron and Kennedy that vampires weren't myths! Big deal was that really so hard to believe? Apparently everyone else thought so. Well now her ass of a father was shipping her off… his mom had told him that it's because she looks like her mother, and brother. He can't deal with that after his loss. What bull. Edgar knew her dad had never really cared about her… no he was much too interested in her brother, the one who could carry on his dad's motocross dreams.

Edgar Grunted again. He remembered Kennedy… she had been nice. Always happy no matter what… with a good sense of humor. She had 'played' Vampire hunter with him and Alan. Edgar wanted to keep her safe back then… those green eyes had made him smile. It was strange, even he knew it. He had always been a serious kid and it was petty little crush. He was excited to see her again but worried about how she would be. Deep in thought he almost missed his exit to get to the airport terminal. He made a quick right and in a few minutes he was there. He parked directly in front of the exit, the only place that was completely off limits for civilian parking, He shrugged it off and strolled in. Tightly holding the wooden cross on his necklace, he kept his eyes open scanning for any sign of any vampire activity. His necklace was small but it was the perfect size if you stuck the sharp end into the chest cavity it would pierce the heart perfectly.

He continued to scan the area… her plane would just be landing. That's when he heard it; a low hiss. He whipped around. There was no way he could have mistaken that for anything else. It was a vampire… he was warning Edgar, and Edgar knew it. Edgar's eye twitched. He needed to find Kennedy and get her out NOW. He took off running, pushing through countless people. He shoved a few out the way to get to her terminal. Number 19. Number 19 where the hell was it. That's when he spotted the sign a white sign up green reading "Terminal 19-22" with an arrow. He jogged in that direction and found himself in a swarm of people… He hadn't seen her in two years how the hell was he supposed to find her?

A voice came over the loud speaker, it was scratchy and it took him a second to decipher what the women was saying but it was what he was waiting for. 'Flight 739 has landing and is currently making its way into the building. Again that is Flight 739 from Hawaii to Santa Carla . Have a Super Fantastic Day!'

The voice annoyed the crap out of him. He wanted to yell at it 'What's so super fantastic! Were all gonna get eaten by vampires!' but he thought better… he needed to find her. He tried picturing her…tight, curly, blonde hair with fair skin with some freckles, slight body, and green eyes? Yeah that sounded about right. He whirled around like a maniac pushing people and spinning women around trying to figure out which one was her.

"Nope." He sighed as he spun around a girl with some wavy platinum locks. He was getting fed up… she could have gotten eaten by now!

He cupped his hands to his mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs. "KENNEDY! KENNEDY EVANS?" He knew he was making a scene… he didn't care as long as he got her back to his place safe. After all she'd been through recently… he was never one for sob stories, but her's had managed to turn him soft. Disgusted by that fact he called again "KENNEDY EVANS!" His voice was deep and raspy even for a teenager… he sounded like a chain smoker. He shook his head. No sign of her…

"God Damn it." He murmured as he turned around again. This time he found her though. He hadn't realized the crowd had parted around him in almost a perfect circle as if he had some kind of disease. Lucky him though there she stood right on the edge of that circle. He hadn't seen her in four years, not a picture, no a description but he knew it was her. Her eyes were filled with haunted feelings; complete and utter humiliation that he screamed her name. Her tumble weed hair fell to her waist, her body was lean but had curves, she was dressed in just a black tank top and a dark pair of jeans, obviously she was still mourning. 'Great' He thought 'She looks like every vampires dream… exposed skin, with a pretty face," he sighed.

"Kennedy!" He said, grinning despite everything. She looked like she was going to hit him, but he didn't have time to worry about that right now. "Come on. Let's go Kid" He spoke in his abnormally low voice, trying to nonchalantly scan the area once more.

"Kid? Really? After the stunt you just pulled!" She punched his arm. Yep that was Kennedy alright. She still had that spunk. He looked un-amused down at his arm, raised his eyebrows at her once before saying "Were leaving now. You can walk or I can drag you. Take your pick sunshine." That was Edgar. The real Edgar, the overly sarcastic, constantly working, turd that everyone knew and for the most part hated. Alan was the exception.

She immediately responded, by rolling her red puffy but somehow still blindingly beautiful green eyes, and saying "Fine."

Quickly leading the way, he walked ahead of her. Edgar pushed people out of the way like he was trying to escape a fire. He was going to save her, and then come back here another day and beat the shit of some vampire scum. Immediately his mind went to some of his witty catch phrases, like "someone order the stake?". He cracked a wicked looking smile and continued walking. Finally he saw the door. He glanced behind him and saw a confused Kennedy struggling to keep up. He tapped his foot as the girl finally caught up. She scowled at him, blowing a piece of astray hair out of her face.

He sighed giving his own displeased look back at her before exiting the building, her petite body next to him. Their his truck was illegally parked just as he had left it. He picked up and threw her bags in the truck, she scowled because one of them was her purse. But chose to let it go, opening the door to the rusty, old blue Chevy, and sliding in her face bright red with embarrassment.

Once Edgar was closing his door, and starting to car she spoke. "Is it you sole mission in life to Embarrass me now? This is the only place in the entire parking lot, where you can go to jail for parking!" She groaned. He took a look at her from the corner of his eye as he placed his sunglasses on, and stated as if it was common fact that "I'm a fighter for Truth, Justice, and the American Way. I can do what eve the fuck I want." With the raise of Kennedy perfectly sculpted eyebrows, he drove off.

By the time they got back to Santa Carla, the sun was setting gracefully. Not a single word had been spoken the entire time they were driving. She had just stared out the window solemnly. He didn't blame her and actually this made his life a whole lot easier. No unimportant, annoying common courtesy questions. There would be time for that later. She went to go try and pull her bags out of the back and he shook his head as smiled. "Lemme get that for ya." She expressionlessly took a step back, letting him. He took them and they began walking, directly up onto the boardwalk. She looked confused again… she must have forgotten. "We're still living in the upper level of our comic book store. It may not seem that big, but it's pretty sick up there."

She looked up at him and tried to force a smile, but it was a failed attempt. People pushed by them just as they did at the airport. But here people had a little more courtesy; they parted slightly to let Edgar through due to the authority he always walked with. Because it was clear Kennedy was walking with him, the sea of people parted for her too.

He glanced at her. She was looking longingly out into the surf, where some guys were fooling around on boards. 'She must miss Hawaii already.' he thought, as they finally entered the confines of the small shop. He reveled in the scents; the ink, the must, and the pot. Kennedy looked around as Alan came bounding down the stairs. That grin; that excited grin on his face. He always had been 'the nicer one'. He Pulled Kennedy into a tight embrace, and she tried to smile again, getting a little closer this time. "Heyy." Alan said once, before turning around and walking back up the stairs motioning for the two to follow him.

Both followed him silently up a spiral staircase, and onto the top of the special shop. Up there was a decent sized kitchen and dining room space, with a small black and white tv. There was a short hall with four doors, one on each wall except for the one to the right which had two. It was then that Mrs. Frog came rushing toward them. She stumbled a little, and had a wild grin on her face. She was clearly the source of this pot in this house. She reached out and hugged Kennedy who cautiously accepted.

"Ohhhh Keennnedddyy! Loook at you honey; so pretty. Whensss your mom cominggg?" She looked around blankly, as she pulled back. Kennedy was frozen speechless her eyes welling with tears. She looked around frantically and Alan injected immediately pulling her towards on of the four doors in the little hallway. It was the one of the doors on the right side of the hallway. He pushed her in and followed, saying "Kennedy I'm really sorry about our mom… I'll give you a minute. This is your room. It connects to the bathroom right there. Its not huge but got a really nice window that overlooks the board walk and yeahh…" He awkwardly took a step back walked back to Edgar took her suitcase and placed it in the room, closing the door afterwards.

"Worst. Welcome. Ever." He muttered to Edgar as he took his mom by the hand and sat her down. Explaining to her once more that Mrs. Evans was dead.

Kennedy's eyes filled with tears, but she fought them. She bit her lip and blinked, looking around the room. It had clearly been on of the boys rooms before. There were horribly old comic book covers taped to the dingy white walls, as well as some posters for things she had assumed were bands, eve though she hadn't heard of one called "Vampire Hunter's Unite" before.

She took a deep shaking breathe. The bed was just a queen sized mattress laying on the floor, on top of it were lilac color sheets that had yet to be unpackaged, a white comforter as well, along with a White faux silk pillow. There was a rectangle shaped mirror up on the wall, a single wooden dresser, and a relatively small closet.

"Great…" She moaned bending way down to sit on the edge of her 'bed'. She groaned and placed her head in her hands, and began crying, again. What could possibly go wrong? How could this get any worse? In Hawaii, she had lived a comfortable life… had a room that out looked the ocean, a four post bed, with bright orange walls to match the sunset as it hit the water. She had a brother who teased her all the time, but would fight for her, an over protective, but loving mother, and a dad that was always just a little too busy. She was okay with all that… she had been happy. Now… she could barely remember what any of that way. Glancing at the small window with sheer curtains she could see the night sky through the haze of carnival lights, and boardwalk glow. She didn't bother to make her bed she just pulled the comforter over her pitiful weak body, placed her wild head of hair onto the large pillow, and curled up crying herself to sleep.