"I'm sorry I laughed at your trailer...Awww come on Eddie," Sam whined. He squirmed, trying to get comfortable at the built-in table and bench seat inside the Edgar's trailer.

"I told you the Comic Store is compromised, and my parent's house is off limits," Edgar grumbled.

The frozen yoghurt bar wasn't the first or last failed Mr & Mrs Frog enterprise. The comics had slowly taken over the store only because of Edgar and Alan. Without Alan to help, and with bills to pay, the store was on the market. At least the precious comic books were safe in storage.

"But wouldn't the vamps just, you know, pick up this tin can and throw it, like, over a cliff?" Sam asked, genuinely worried.

"They don't know about the trailer. It's far enough out of town to be off their radar, and we've been careful not to lead them here," Star replied, trying not to elbow Sam as she cracked open a soda. She was next to him on the seat with barely enough room to breathe.

"What about Alan?" Sam countered.

"What about him – he's one half-vampire, and he hasn't come here...yet" said Edgar as he paced in front of them. Not that Edgar could pace far.

"That's ominous... and it's a little squashy in here."

Edgar set his steely gaze on Sam. "Deal with the trailer, cos it's going to be your home til Alan is cured, and the vampires are dust. We meet here for training, research, and... other important stuff. This is our HQ."

"Except, it's not going to be my home. I'm totally staying with Grandpa. It's my cover story and Mom is going to be checking up on me. Plus, does this place even have a bathroom? And it smells like old farts..."

This time Star elbowed Sam – on purpose.

"You think this place smells bad? Your Grandpa's place-"

"Look, nothing about this situation is perfect, OK? We're working with what we've got," Star interjected.

"So how did we get the trailer?" Sam asked with his nose screwed up in disdain. He glanced around at the cluttered interior, noting the design elements of neo military vs. acid trip.

"It's my parent's. From their hippy days," Edgar replied.

Sam snickered to himself, "I didn't think their hippy days were over."

Edgar folded his arms and rocked on his heels. "The sun is setting. Can we start or should I just hang a sign around your neck that says 'free meal', and let you wander cluelessly around the Boardwalk?"

Suitably chastised, Sam nodded. "It's all yours Eddie."

"It's Edgar. Ok..." The boy took a contemplative breath and rubbed his chin like a seasoned professor about to start a lesson. "You heard the tape – no more comments from you guys about the tape! You heard the tape, so you know what happened. I've broken our mission into a) killing the vampires, and b) saving Alan. In the end we want all four blood-suckers staked, but our priority is David. Kill David, save Alan."

The trailer was silent while Edgar readied his next statement. Star had other ideas. "Going by Marie's notes, David used black magic to resurrect the others and to make himself the Head Vampire. We don't know how exactly. We don't know what spells he used, or what else he is capable of. Now they want revenge. Biting Alan was a start, but ultimately they want the Frogs dead and me back with them."

"I don't get it. Why bite Alan if they want to kill him?" Sam asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Turning Alan was part of David's game to make us all suffer. What David didn't bank on was Alan liking being a vampire-"

"You're wrong Star-"

"Edgar, please. Alan has made it clear he wants to stay a vampire. We've tracked him down and fought him night after night, but it's David and the Boys that are actually stopping him so far."

"I don't get it again," said Sam apologetically.

"Competition. They don't want him as a full vampire, with all that strength and power. They thought Alan would fight against the Change," Edgar growled. He was proud that at least his brother wasn't mooning around like Michael or Star had. Downside was it did mean that Alan wanted to be a killer.

"It's been a week since the night he was Turned. Between us fighting Alan, and the vampires fighting Alan, he hasn't fed. We haven't been able to talk to him much... mainly due to the kicking and punching, but it could be that he hasn't been able to go through with it," Star added.

"My brother is all talk, no follow-through."

"It's a good thing in this case Edgar. We don't want him to follow-through with killing anyone. But, the longer he is a half-vampire, the harder it will be for him to resist hurting anyone," Star commented.

"Or maybe he hasn't found the right victim," added Sam.

It was Star and Edgar's turn to look confused.

"Ok, well, I'm thinking, like when it was you Star, your first kill was going to be Mikey. There was an attraction and David tried to make you use that, right? What if Alan wants his first kill to be someone more than a stranger?" Sam shrugged and took a slurp of his own soda, "I mean you Frogs don't have any luck with the ladies alive, I'm not surprised Alan hasn't found someone special now that he's dead. Half-dead. Whatever. It's probably the bad breath."

Edgar glared at Sam. "Entirely possible. But Sam got one thing wrong- I have no problem with the ladies. The ladies love me."

Ignoring Edgar's last statement, Star continued. "Guys, time is running out. For a week he wasn't killed, but we know he wants to."

"I have a new plan. Star and I have discussed it," Edgar intoned, his eyes boring into Star's.

Star blinked and looked away. She ran a hand through her curls then cleared her throat. "David came to my apartment to Change me. Alan was bitten for revenge, but it was my fault too. If I hadn't called the Frogs, Alan wouldn't have been caught in the first place. Once They had me, I gave David an ultimatum... and he let me go."

The look in Star's eyes was a troubled one. "David has decided he can... win back my love," she almost spat the last word. "The new plan is," she took a breath and let the words tumble from her mouth in a hurry, "... me getting close to David and then killing him."