Author note

The sun is getting too much for me today! I didn't drink any red wine, did I?

...No. I don't like or drink alcoholic beverages. So, unless one of my friends is a vampire and they spiked my Coca-Cola supply (Coke is kind of my anti-drug, next to manga and fan fiction!), I'm safe. IT'S TOO HOT TODAY! I'm not much of a bright and sunny day fan. (Having red hair sucks, you don't tan! Not that I'd like to get a tan, it's just that I burn really, really easy!) I'm more of a freezing-cold-room kind of person! The sun's shining into my room, turning it into a bloody oven. Thankfully, the clouds are coming back! Yay, clouds!

I've just realised that while I don't like, and never have liked, Bond movies, the theme songs are pretty cool. 'Lie and Let Die' is ace! Paul McCartney's cool. Anyone notice the small Beatles reference in a previous chapter? (Well, duh, I did make it pretty obvious to fans!) They are Blanche's favourite band; her favourite solo artist is Weird Al Yankovic - nice little tit bits of info for you. But I have no favourites. I listen to everything. One minute it's 99 luftballons (by Nena), then Rammstein - usually Sonne, Rosenrot or Amerika - then Dir En Grey - Yokan rocks! - Then My Chemical Romance - Seen 'em live twice!

Well, enough of my rambling. Hope you enjoy my next chapter.

Bye! Oh, wait! THE STORY IS OFF OF BEBO! Yes, the Bebo profile is gone forever and will never return! People on Bebo don't really like fan fiction as far as I know, and it could get my profile deleted. Plus, you have to ask permission to get other people to see it! How dumb is that?!

Chapter Start

Once again, light flooded into the kitchen from four large windows. Nothing had been moved at all; the plates from breakfast still on the table, several bits of paper lying around - notes about both comics and vampires; untidy, but comfortable. Nothing strange around. Six doors led away from the bright room; her room, the Frog brothers' room, the living room, the parents' room, the bathroom and the spare room. All of the bedrooms besides her own were forbidden to her - God only knew what would happen if anyone went into the master bedroom; either they would get a nice smell of smoke or someone would get yelled at. Edgar and Alan were very private when it came to their room. It was practically an honour if you were allowed to go in. Blanche had snuck in a couple of times before - it was surprisingly normal for the Frog brothers; a teenge boy's bedroom - a complete pigsty. Clothes could be lying on the floor, the occasional poster on the walls - which they would change on a regular basis and often argued about - unmade beds and so on. Blanche had no clue why the spare room was forbidden.

Blanche knocked on their bedroom door. Unsurprisingly, there was no answer. After waiting for a few minutes of waiting, she opened the door and walked in. The curtains were half closed. Edgar lay in his bed, the sheet nearly falling off, his head under his pillow. Smiling, she shook her head and walked to his bed.

'Edgar.' She spoke softly, shaking his shoulder.

There was a faint grumble as Edgar pulled the pillow tighter over his head. She shook his shoulder again.

'Come on, Edgar. I'm not going to leave you alone until you get up.' She spoke louder this time.

With a growl, he threw the pillow at her; it hit her in the face and she laughed.

'I hate you.' He said, looking her in the eye, drowsy and ticked off.

'I know. Blame Alan, he was the one who wanted you up. I'm just following orders.' She smiled and left the room.

She ran back down the stairs.

'He's up.' She said to Alan, who nodded. 'And he's not a happy bunny.'

Alan simply shrugged and turned back to the TV. Blanche went outside for some fresh air. Leaning against the door frame, she allowed the mid-afternoon atmosphere of the boardwalk to wash over her. Kids were running around with their friends; parents were scolding or laughing with their kids; punks ran past her; a dog sat in front of her.

Wait a minute. A dog?! That wasn't normal.

The dog tilted its head at Blanche. She smiled, bending down so it could sniff her hand. It seemed friendly enough.

'What a beautiful dog.' She thought as it wagged it's tail and licked her hand, making her giggle. 'Someone's owner loves them very much!'

Patting the dog on it's head, she noticed the leash that it was dragging behind it. It's dark eyes looked at her innocently. It occurred to Blanche that the dog's owner would be looking for it. She held the loose end of the leash tight. Nobody seemed to be looking for a lost dog; or lost anything for that matter. Then, a certain perplexed creep appeared.

'Nanook!' Sam yelled, his eyes scanning the boardwalk.

The dog's ears perked up and it barked. Sam turned around and a look of relief filled his face. He walked over to Blanche and Nanook.

'Thank God you're alright, boy.' He said, patting the canines head. He looked to Blanche. 'And thanks for catching him. I don't know what would happen if Nanook was gone.'

He smiled. Blanche found herself smiling back.

'It's cool. If I see a lost dog, I look for it's owner. Your dog is so cute!'

'I think he prefers handsome, don't you boy?'

Nanook barked.

'You must take really good care of him. He looks really happy to see you.'

'Thanks.'

'He's not really all that bad.' Blanche thought. 'Narrow minded Blanche. Again.'

'Well, I better get him home or my mom'll flip.' Sam said. 'See ya, um...'

She'd never told him her name. 'Blanche.'

He smiled. 'Bye, Blanche.'

With that, Sam led his dog home.