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All three of the boys quietly walked along the boardwalk listening for any supicious sounds.
Suddenly, they heard a crash coming from a back alley nearby and they ran towards the source of the noise.
It was just a cat.
'Lets keep looking guys' said Edgar, beckoning the other two to follow him back.
They carried on looking out for any creatures of the night.
Sam felt a rush of wind on the back of his neck and spun round with his gun raised.
Nothing was there.
He turned back around and saw that his friends were way out in front of him so he ran to catch them up.
Sam let out a relived sigh and checked again to make sure they weren't being followed.
'What's the matter Sam?' asked Edgar, noticing his friends strange actions.
'Nothing, I just...thought something was there' said Sam turning to face Edgar.
The Frog Brothers were fearless, Sam wasn't.
He admired the fact that they were brave.
He knew they would protect him and help him if anything bad were to happen.
Alan patted him on the back, bringing him back from his thoughts.
Sam took one last look behind him and let out a quiet, nervous laugh.
Edgar knew Sam was scared.
Alan knew Sam was scared.
They both wanted to reassure him that nothing bad was going to happen but if they did then they might not be able to keep that promise.
Then they saw a dark figure about a mile away standing on the beach, they could see it was carrying something in it's arms.
'What is it?' asked Sam worriedly, hoping it wasn't a vampire.
'I'm not sure' said Edgar, who was staring at it.
'Lets check it out' Alan held his stake tighter and began to head down the steps to the beach.
'No, it'll see us' Edgar pulled his brother back and spun him round so they came face to face 'We'll sneak along the top'.
They walked along the boardwalk.
Sam's heartbeat was getting faster as they neared the figure.
Sam gasped when he saw what it was.
It was a vampire, he had menacing red eyes and short blonde hair, he was wearing a green shirt under a leather jacket.
What was most shocking was the fact that he had a young wonan in his arms and his fangs were poking into her neck, draining the blood from her veins.
'What do we do now?' asked Sam.
'We have to kill it' said Edgar rubbing some garlic on the tip of his stake.
Sam was afraid that he was going to say that.
He wanted to be at home in bed right now but he knew he had a duty to the people of Santa Carla.
RIP Corey Haim- You will never be forgotten.
