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Santa Carla. 1986.

That was the first time that Laurence ever walked into the comic book store. And it wouldn't be the last time that she would. At that time, she was just a new girl around Santa Carla, just trying to find something good to read since there were no real bookstores around. Also, she had an eye for fantasy comics. Especially ones about the undead.

Browsing the shop, she aimlessly picked up a random comic book, looked at it, and then flung it back onto the rack. She gave one a glance, and then picked it up, reading its title.

"Death To All Vampires." That's what it read. She looked at herself in the mirror.

She wasn't a vampire, but she sure looked like one. She had hair that was like a heavy, silky curtain of ebony, and her eyes were a golden-hazel color that seemed eerie in a way. Her face was pale, with only the slightest tint of a flush in her cheeks, and her lips seemed almost blood-red.

She shook off her thoughts of maybe her father being a vampire; her dad had left her mother when she was just a baby. Although the possibility of being half-vampire was a little strange, she marveled at the possible privilege of being able to fly.

Not to fly in an airplane, but to glide over clouds and oceans, with the wind whipping her face and sending her hair back over her shoulders…

"Can't find what you're looking for?"

Laurence nearly had a heart attack; she heard the boy walk up behind her, but she didn't expect him to speak to her. She didn't dare to look him in the face immediately because when he spoke, at the same time a shiver went up her spine, a warm feeling grew in her face. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the sound of the boy's low-pitched voice that sounded both threatening and reassuring. She turned to face him.

She met the face of a boy around her age with brown eyes and slightly ruffled light brown hair that almost fell to his shoulders, with a red bandana wrapped around his head under his bangs. He was average but defined, he looked sharp but at the same time soft, he seemed intimidating but…warm…

The sudden surge new thoughts had Laurence screaming at herself on the inside as she struggled to form words.

"N-no. No, I can't." She frowned at her retarded-sounding answer. The boy simply raised his eyebrows, but then moved to another rack, fishing out another comic book.

"What about…this?"

He pulled out another vampire comic, but she shook her head. She glanced downwards, and then reached to pick up a different comic book. The boy gently pushed her hand away, and then retrieved it for her.

"This?"

She nodded. She knew what she wanted. But then and there, the moment she looked into his eyes, it wasn't what she was looking for. Instead, it was something different, much, much different.

The boy led her over to the counter. He looked at the price on the back, and then started typing codes into the cash register.

"Y' know, I can't believe that you picked The Loved Undead. Honestly, to me the idea is sickening."

"Why?" Laurence was curious.

"Well, for starters, vampires are just reanimated corpses who prey on the living."

He typed in the price. He scanned the monitor for any mistakes.

"Second, they're nothing better than lustful, bloodsucking leeches."

The cash register emitted a cha-ching, and the money drawer came out.

"Third, I hate vampires, I know everything about them, and they have no real emotion."

There was an awkward silence, and then Laurence spoke.

"I respect your opinion, but to me, love isn't an emotion. It's more like a decision. Also, why shouldn't they be allowed to feel emotions towards somebody that they might have felt towards someone else while they were still alive? And personally, I think that some vampires dislike their lifestyles and would do anything just to be normal again." Bad word choice: humans are anything but normal.

The boy frowned a bit, and then nodded, though Laurence could tell that he was not entirely convinced, although she knew for a fact that he was slightly moved by her commentary.

"Well, whatever seems logical to you is fine, but I still think that vampires are nothing better than-"

"Bloodsucking leeches? I think I get it." Laurence reached into her pocket and pulled out several one-dollar bills. "How much is this thing gonna cost me?"

"$1.05. Are you new around here?"

"Yeah, I got here about two weeks ago, but this is only my third time in town."

"Seen anything strange?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Unusual?"

"Nope, not really."

Well, earlier she did see a guy running down the street only in his underwear. But she had a feeling that didn't fit into the category of "strange" the boy was talking about.

"Well, you might soon, and when you do, gimme a call." As he handed her the comic book and her change, he gave her a sheet of paper with a phone number scribbled on it.

"What's your name?" Laurence asked.

"Frog. Edgar Frog."

"I'm Laurence Farrow."

Edgar nodded, but he did not smile. Laurence felt the comic book become moist in her hand as sweat soaked into it. She hoped that Edgar didn't notice this.

"Well, I'll see you around then." She gave Edgar a shy smile, and then turned away from the counter. She walked out of the store, feeling a blush rise up from her neck to her face. What she didn't notice was that Edgar watched her walk away until she turned the corner.

It was only then that Alan Frog stepped into view next to his brother.

"Think she's one of them?"

"Can't tell; she looks vampire, but we can't be too sure. We'd have to look into it."

"You're just saying that because she's hot. If she was a guy, then we'd be following her home to see if she sucks blood out of dead people."

Edgar looked disgusted. "Bullshit."

Alan shrugged and continued reading a small, black book that was about the size of a Bible, only the book was skinnier.

When Laurence got back to her new house, she hastily stuffed the comic book under her mattress because her mother was sick of her buying that sort of stuff. Instead, she keeps buying her classics that are just plain boring, like Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, stuff like that. It's not that she didn't find the stories enjoyable; they were just stories that didn't really appeal to her.

At least she still had The Amityville Horror to read. It was one of the last five books she picked up from a bookstore before moving to Santa Carla. The other four were Famous Monster Tales by Basil Davenport, Monster Tales: Vampires, Werewolves, and Things by Roger Elwood and Franz Altschuler, Real Ghost Stories: A Record of Authentic Apparitions by William Thomas Stead, and The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty.

She liked to take her time reading, because in her mind's eye, a book skimmed might as well be a book burned. If somebody doesn't take in the soul of the book, then what was the point of reading it in the first place? Which is probably why she always got A's in English class, so go figure.

She looked at another three boxes that had not been emptied yet.

Might as well do it now, otherwise Mom will shout at me later, she thought bitterly. Taking in a deep breath, she took a switchblade knife from her dresser and carved open the cardboard boxes. Out spilled old photograph albums, journals, stuffed toys, and for some reason, a pack of beef jerky.

"Jason!"

'What do you want, monster?"

"You put your-" on the other hand, Laurence did like beef jerky as much as her older brother did, so she flung it under her bed, "-no, wait! Never mind, it's mine!"

"Whatever!" her brother shouted back from his room.

Laurence smiled to herself as she pulled a piece from the bag and chewed it slowly. It was delicious; but what made it taste better was inhaling the smell before putting it in her mouth.

As she chewed, she used her non-jerky hand to put her books and journals away on the bookshelves and stick her albums under the redwood night table next to her bed. She paused to look at her room. It wasn't that bad; the walls were a sea blue-green with glow-in-the-dark- constellations on the ceiling. Her pillowcase and bed sheets were light cerulean, while her comforter was dark cerulean. She had her favorite stuffed toy on her bed, which was a soft blue bottlenose dolphin plushie. On her walls were posters of Van Morrison, Nena, Michael Jackson, ACDC, Queen, Survivor, The Eagles, and Heart. There were more, obviously, but these were the bigger posters. On the second of seven bookshelves, there was a box of record albums and audio cassettes. Her multi-cassette player stood on a small-but-proud-looking table, with a small box full of cosmetics her best friends back home, Jamie and Alexis, put together for her.

Laurence smiled when she remembered first opening it; it had some expensive stuff in it, like very lovely smelling Chanel and Victoria's Secret perfumes and large makeup palettes with much variety. But not like she needed it, they said, you're beautiful as you really are.

Jason, with jet-black hair and blue eyes, barged into the room, leaned down, and pulled the beef jerky bag out from under the bed.

"I believe that this," he indicated the jerky forcefully, "is mine. And I'm going into town, so tell Mom that she doesn't need to make dinner for me."

He swung the door closed. Laurence sighed, and then plopped down on the bed without bothering to take her jacket off. She lifted her sleeve to her nose, and smelled it. It seemed like her sleeve had caught a little bit of Edgar Frog's scent, and she found it delightful. Inhaling it again, she tasted apple cider and firewood smoke, which was an extremely pleasing scent.

She closed her eyes and held the side of her face, pretending that it was Edgar holding her. In her mind's eye, he was with her on her mattress, speaking to her softly and stroking her hair, telling her the best of things…

Laurence fell asleep, dreaming, for the first time, about Edgar Frog.

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