When Edgar got home to his shabby caravan - and it took him more than twenty minutes,thanks to Alan leaving him in the cemetery, - he noticed the front door was slightly ajar. The lights weren't on inside,and the lock on the door had been busted off - not visible,but Edgar noticed these little things. He was always alert,and he reached into his pant pocket and took out a stubbie. The stake fit snuggling in the crease of his palm and he took a cautious step towards his caravan door.

He couldn't hear any movement inside,but he didn't want to risk any false assumptions. Taking a small breath,Edgar braced himself and banged open the door,the door slamming against the kitchen counter loudly. The caravan shook slightly,but there was nothing,or nobody,in there. It was just an empty living space.

Edgar grunted and stepped inside,still gripping the stubbie. He checked the compartments,just in case a bloodsucker was lurking inside,getting ready to lunge,but there was none. Edgar frowned lightly - so why was his door open? He locked it before he left with Alan.

And then he thought that,maybe Alan had come back and he called out."Alan? You here?" But there was no answer,and Edgar let out a small sigh.

But,something caught his attention on his bed.

Walking to his bed,he noticed a comic lying face down. The comic was a light blue colour,and there was printed ink blood on the blurb. It was the title that made Edgar's expression drop; it couldn't possibly,because he sold that comic after Alan left.

Vampires Everywhere! The title read,in it's ghoulish writing that stood out from the drawing of the decrepit vampire,and the drawing of a stake.

Sammy.

Edgar picked up the comic and something fluttered out from the pages. It was a photograph. Picking up the photograph,Edgar flipped it over and it was the same picture he had in his drawer. Checking his drawer,his photograph was still there,so the one in his hand must have been..

"Hello,Edgar." A voice came from behind the Frog,making him turn around quickly and grasp a larger stake that was on the table near him. He pointed it up and was met with the face of Sam."Took me a little while to get out that coffin. You really sealed me in,buddy."

"Emerson." Edgar said,realising he was in a really bad position at this moment,as he was against the bed,in the far corner of the caravan,and nowhere near to the door."If you're here for help,then I'm not giving it you."

Sam cracked a grin,before laughing briefly."I can see that. You killed me,bud,the last time I asked for help!" He said,his face lit up for a moment,before suddenly turning hard. His eyes were no longer the shade of blue Edgar remembered,but a yellow hue that glowed in the darkness of the caravan."Well,nearly killed me." He growled,suddenly lunging forward and gripping Edgar by his shoulders.

Edgar scowled and stumbled backwards,onto the bed. The comic and photograph went flying in the air,before settling on the floor. "You'll only make it worse for yourself,Sammy!" Edgar yelled,pushing Sam away from him as the fangs got closer.

"I'm better off than you,Edgar. At least I still have my brother." Sam commented,and that comment hit Edgar hard.

"Don't you dare involve Alan in this!" Edgar shouted,shoving Sam forcefully,making the bloodsucker fly back into the wall of the caravan. Edgar quickly scrambled off the bed and made for the door,where he flung it open and exited his home.

Edgar heard Sam get up and follow him out the caravan,but Edgar was nearly out of the closed off area he lived in by the time Sam made it out the door."Aren't you forgetting that bloodsuckers fly,Frog?" Sam called out.

Shit. Edgar thought. Yes,I did forget,thank you for reminding me. Edgar heard the whispering noises and he automatically ran faster,but then he found it ridiculous because Sam would easily catch up,so he abruptly stopped and looked up at the sky.

Sam appeared in the sky and he dove straight for Edgar,but Edgar moved quickly and Sam ended up running along the ground in a bid to steady himself."Didn't expect your target to move,did you,buddy?" Edgar commented,his expression still serious as he twirled the stake in his hand.

"Why'd you have to go and stake me,Edgar?" Sam asked,taking a step towards Edgar."Why didn't you help me out? We're buddies,after all. You helped me and my brother." Sam then let out a chuckle."But,it looks like you couldn't even help your own brother. What's it like,having Alan as a bloodsucker? You two always went on vampire hunting adventures. Heck,I even remember us going into that church when their was a baptism going on,and collecting Holy Water. But now,your brother would sizzle if he came into contact with Holy Water. I bet that guilt has eaten at you. And by the looks of it,it's left you in shambles. I walked past Frog Bros Comics yesterday,and I seen the sign 'Closed Forever' That was pretty sad,but I don't care anymore." Sam explained,having stopped walking and was now stood in place.

Edgar grunted once and listened to Sam. He kept his grip on the large stake as he noticed Sam had stopped walking. This meant two things: Sam wanted to reassure Edgar he wasn't going to do anything,or he was going to suddenly lunge and attack. Edgar guessed the latter,and he wasn't going to wait to find out.

Sam was about to say something when he noticed Edgar suddenly turn heel and run towards a shack behind the caravan."Edgar,where you goin',bud?" Sam said,as he followed Edgar,smiling broadly,as though amused. He casually strolled around the back of the caravan,but stopped dead when he noticed what Edgar was holding.

"Unless you wanna be burned,I suggest you leave this place." Edgar said,his voice hoarse as he pointed a Holy Water gun at Sam. The water gun was large,sturdy,and it held 2.5 litres of Holy Water,that would be fired out of a compression tunnel and straight into the face of a bloodsucker.

Sam looked at the water gun,then put his hands up and chuckled nervously."Hey,buddy. I was only messing - I wasn't goin' to kill you." Sam explained,taking a step forward but Edgar pointed the water gun at Sam's face strongly.

"I don't care. You best leave,or I will squirt you." Edgar threatened,and to prove his point,he jetted some of the Holy Water next to Sam.

Sam took a few steps back quickly and shook his head."Alright,alright. Geezus,chill out,Edgar"

'Just so you know..if you try to stop us,or vamp out in any way,I'll stake you,without evening thinking twice about it!'

'Chill out,Edgar'

"Just leave,Sam." Edgar said,strongly."I don't want to kill you again."

Sam hesitated for a moment,before letting out a cocky 'heh' and flying off into the night sky. The whispering seemed louder this time,and Edgar grunted.Bloodsuckers and their goddamn whispering.

Next chapter will be on Alan for a bit.