Paul pushed his 'date' against a closed shop window and sunk his fangs deeper into her neck. A moan rattled her chest and her fingers clawed at his back. Her alcohol fuelled blood pumped hot and fresh into his hungry mouth.

Someone barged into him from behind, and his mouth slipped from the ugly wound. Blood spurted down his front.

"Move it!" grunted the boy as he raced down the street.

"Watch it!" Paul called after him halfheartedly, his voice thick with satisfaction from the feed.

A girl swerved past him, sprinting after the asshole. His brain seemed to be trying to tell him something... about the mini-G I Joe skidding around the corner, or about the long brown hair that flowed out from behind the girl as she ran after him... Oh! FUCK! He'd missed his TV show.

The girl dropped from his arms and slumped in a heap at his feet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then absentmindedly licked it, before remembering he was annoyed.

"D-man. They were playing that concert on MTV tonight and I missed it. I told you to remind me!"

Dwayne ran his tongue around his lips, savouring every drop of blood, then laid his victim next to Paul's. He frowned and gestured at the mess covering his friend.

Paul looked down and swore at the sight of his blood-splattered jacket.

"That rude little fuck ruined my jacket! AND you forgot to remind me to watch MTV tonight. You said you would."

Previously oblivious to the interruption, Dwayne frowned and looked in the direction Paul had pointed. His brow creased further as he inhaled deeply through his nose. He released a loud groan.

"Yeah, yeah I know you are sorry, but-"

Paul's sentence stopped short as Dwayne gave him a look.

"Oh fuck. I know that look. That look says we're in trouble."

Dwayne stepped out into the street and looked back towards Gypsy Rose in time to see a curtain drop. "David couldn't see us from the window," he stated with relief.

"Heeeyy... I smell Star," puzzled Paul as he joined his friend.

Pleased Paul was finally catching up, Dwayne still couldn't help the punch that landed on the blonde vampire's arm.

"What was that for?!"

"I figured you'd appreciate my punch more than what's coming from David. That was Star who ran right past us, probably with-"

"-Frog!" Paul spat. The army gear should have been a giveaway.

Despite the forthcoming wrath of David, Dwayne was excited and full of fresh blood. He smiled and kicked into action, running in Star and Edgar's footsteps.

"Wait for me!" Paul shouted, shooting after him.

"We can fix this Paulie. They shouldn't have escaped. But we can still get them," Dwayne grinned.

They reached the Boardwalk and the crowds. Slowing down, the pair slipped between the masses and made their way towards the Comic Store.

"Good plan D-man... do you think the Frogs have MTV?"

Paul cracked up when he saw the look on Dwayne's face, giving the dark vampire an elbow in the ribs.

"Your face! Dude! I was kidding... sorta."

Normally they became the Boardwalk; it filled their senses, gave up its secrets. It was theirs. A hunting ground for everything they could possibly want or need. Tonight that faded. They hadn't taken their task seriously before (apparently it did take three vampires to guard Star's apartment), now it was all they focused on. It wasn't long before the pair found themselves turning a dark corner to their destination.

They exchanged a glance charged with murderous energy. It rolled off the pair with a flavour of revenge, anger, and excitement.

Paul licked his lips with longing. "I want to kill the Frog brothers for what they did. Both those fuckers boiled me alive."

Dwayne nodded. In a blink of the eye the airhead-jokster-Paul had became a coiled-snake ready to bite. Deadly.

"Soon. First we get them. Star and whoever else is in there. We hold them till David decides."

A low growl rumbled from Paul as they approached the store windows. "OK. But he better let me have one. I always wanted a pet Frog."

Sparking with anticipation, they stood at the windows and watched...