Greetings folks!

Finally! This damn chapter is finally done! From here on in, it's one big rollercoaster ride. The Frogs are playing a huge part in this story and they've actually grown on me since I started this thing. Who knew? For all of you who have been waiting patiently for the Boys to start running amok, I thank you for your patience. Now that I have finally gotten everything set up, let's let the good times roll.

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Missing: Jenny Summers, age 18, vanished in 1987

Missing: Luke Sanderson, age 23, vanished in 1985

Missing: Mariah Jenkins, age 21, vanished in 1986

Missing: Jerome Henry, age 32, vanished in 1983

Ian stared at the wall covered in Missing Persons posters which was more of a testimony to the passage of time than anything else. There were some posters up on the wall that dated back seven years and judging by what he was seeing, those people had never been found.

From an outsider's point of view, they were just colourful sheets of paper with pictures of missing people on them but from Ian's perspective they were the obituaries for the possible victims of vampire attacks.

Daniel Orliander…Dead

Melissa Capadoccia…Dead

William Frog and Helen Frog….Dead

Whoa, wait.

Frog?

Ian frowned as he grabbed the half-covered sheet and tore it from the wall. The yellow piece of paper was faded and half-torn but the two black and white pictures of the missing couple were still clear enough to make out.

Missing since 1980

Ian closed his eyes for a moment as he quickly did the math in his head. It was 1987 now so the couple had been missing since 1980 that made it seven years ago they had vanished without a trace. So if it was seven years then Edgar would have been around 8 when it happened and Allan would have been 7.

Oh man.

Ian groaned softly as he shook his head and glanced at the paper once more. Maybe they weren't the brothers' parents….they could be relations or maybe they just shared the same last name.

"We've always had the shop. Our dad was a big comic fan." Allan said from behind Ian.

"What?" Ian jumped slightly, having been unaware that he had been watched by the younger Frog brother the entire time. Ian glanced at the picture of Helen Frog before he met Allan's eyes and he could see the similarity between the two. Allan and the woman in the picture shared the same dark hair and narrow angular facial structure. "I thought that…"

"That those two stoners were our parents?" He finished off Ian's question with a slight sneer, as if saying those words left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Well….yeah." Ian swallowed hard as he watched Allan's dark eyes harden in an almost menacing way. Ian realized that he had unintentionally struck a sensitive nerve in Allan and couldn't do anything about it.

"The system didn't want to separate us when they couldn't get a hold of any of our relatives so we got stuck with those two at the shop. They wanted us because of the shop and well, you don't really have a say when you're seven." Allan snorted as he held out his hand and nodded his head. Ian didn't think twice about handing over the flyer and when he did, Allan quickly tore it to pieces. "So we run the shop while our foster parents spend all day doing nothing. It's better that way. We do things our way and nobody questions us."

"Do you think they'll ever come back?" Ian asked as he watched the torn pieces of paper scatter along the cracked pavement of the sidewalk.

"They're dead. There's no coming back." It was more of a statement than an answer and Ian gave Allan a strange look before he averted his eyes from Allan's hard stare.

"How do you know?" He couldn't help but ask. It was one of those questions you know you don't want to and shouldn't ask but you do it anyways because you can't help yourself. Curiosity killed the cat and all that.

"They never found the bodies but they found the car. Well what was left of it. The reports said it was a car accident but there wasn't a second car and the doors had been torn right off the car like a lid off a sardine can. The vampires did it. It's their style." Allan watched Ian as he caught himself gawking like an idiot. Ian opened his mouth to say something but Allan just nodded. What he had said was the honest truth and all Ian could do was accept it and move on to more important things.

"So that's why you guys are like that." Ian said as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather bomber jacket. It was a bad habit of his that he did every time he found himself to be in one of those awkward moments where he didn't know what to say.

"Like what?" Allan stared him down as he waited for an answer.

"You know…" Ian shrugged his shoulders and motioned with his hands, "like that. The whole fearless vampire killers thing."

"Yeah." Allan's hard expression softened slightly as he cracked a small grin at Ian's vampire reference. "C'mon. I left my brother and your friend alone together to come find you. We better get back before they kill each other."

"We're probably too late." Ian muttered as he rolled his eyes. Allan nodded in solemn agreement. They could practically hear Edgar and Tory snarling at each other and when they finally made it back to the comic shop, the two teenagers were glaring at one another from either side of a stand of Superman comics.

"So you're saying that all you managed to get was a stupid Disney reference?" Edgar barked as Tory scowled at him. With her eyes narrowed and teeth gritted, she resisted the urge to knock the entire stand of comic books right onto him.

"That was one thing we found out yeah. We think we figured out where these guys are staying." Tory growled as she squeezed her hands into tight fists so that her nails dug into her palms. They were running out of a time and now wasn't the time to loose it and do something regrettable or permanent. That would be saved for later.

"You think?" Edgar asked without bothering to try to cover the sarcastic edge in his voice. "You had all day to search all over this place and you only think you figured out where these guys stay during the day? What, was it too difficult for you to follow a lead? Would that have been asking too much? I should have known. Girls can't do anything right."

Tory's eyes widened at the remark and she caught herself before her jaw hit the ground. "Oh no you didn't."

Edgar smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, I just did."

Ian and Allan simultaneously jumped back as Tory went from shocked to psycho in about a second flat. Comic books went flying as the stand crashed to the ground and Edgar barely avoided getting knocked down under its weight.

"That's it. I kicked your ass last night and I'm gonna kick it again!" Tory bellowed like bull as she saw red. Edgar realized that he was about ten seconds away from getting one hell of a beating from Psycho Chick and with that thought in mind he quickly scrabbled over the fallen comic stand and leapt out of Tory's reach.

"Tory!" Ian yelled as Edgar bolted past him, ducking as he did so. Comic books flew after him as Tory pelted the Frog with whatever she could get her hands on.

"Not the comics!" Allan yelped as he valiantly tried to rescue a bunch of Superman issue #356 comics from Tory's hair-trigger wrath.

"Shut up Ian." She snapped as she pushed him out of the way and started to chase Edgar around the comic shop like a raving lunatic.

"Don't tell me to shut up." Ian snapped as he looked around the store.

There were a few customers that had stopped their browsing to watch the commotion while Allan scooped up fallen comics as quickly as he could, turning a deaf ear to Tory's threats and Edgar's rebuttals.

"Yeah why don't you listen to your boyfriend for once and maybe you could learn something." Edgar egged Tory as they came to a stalemate between another comic stand, this one bigger than the one Tory had just knocked over.

"Shut up Edgar." Ian growled as he bent over to grab a few comics that had slipped out of Allan's arms. That was when he remembered the newspaper article in his pocket. "Tory I found something out about Tink that…" He began but Tory quickly cut him off.

"Good for you Ian. Get back here Frog!" Tory stamped her foot in annoyance and charged around the comic stand as Edgar just ran the other way and they were back to their stalemate, this time on opposite sides.

"Make me!" Edgar challenged and ducked as a Batman comic whizzed overhead. Instead of nailing Edgar the comic missed him and hit Allan in the face just as he straightened up with another armload of Superman comics.

"Will you two just cut it out already?" Allan growled as he reached up to grab the Batman comic and in doing so accidentally dropped the comics he was already holding.

"Who's side are you on?" Edgar muttered as he shot his brother a dark look.

"Guys will you just chill for a second? I found out who Tink really is and it's kinda important." Ian said quickly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded article. "Listen, her picture was in the paper and it says that her real name is Sarah Thomp…"

"Hey! Put that down! That's an issue 24 and there's only fifteen of them left in the world." Allan literally screamed when he caught sight of what Tory was holding in her hands.

Tory eyed the fragile Wonder Woman comic she was holding and inspiration struck. The tables turned so quickly it made Edgar's head spin.

"Oh yeah? Make me." Her crafty grin reached her eyes as she raised the comic up and pretended to start tearing it in half.

"The hell I will!" Edgar threw himself at the comic stand and tried to swipe the comic from Tory, but she just danced back and laughed. Allan dropped everything and ran to his brother's aid as the two Frogs frantically began to chase Tory up and down the shop in a mad attempt to save one of their most valuable comics. How Tory had managed to get her hands on that specific comic was beyond them but right now all they cared about was preventing a tragedy from occurring.

"Guys! Stop it! You're acting like a bunch of retards!" Ian had to shout to make himself heard over the all the racket that the three of them were making. The customers that had been watching shook their heads and left the shop as Tory jumped onto the front counter and held the comic book above the Frogs heads but well out of their reach.

"Give it back!" Allan jumped and almost snagged the comic but Tory yanked it up a second faster.

"No!" She spat and backed away. "Whoooooa shit!" She swore as she stepped too far and literally fell right off the counter, practically landing on the laps of the Frogs' sleeping foster parents.

Ian just watched as the Frog brothers threw themselves onto his best friend before he turned around and walked right out of the shop. "Fuck this."

He had just about had it with Tory and her out-of-control behavior. No matter what he did or how hard he tried he could never fully understand his best friend. She was ballsy where he was passive and yet she was clueless when it came to solving issues without resorting to some sort of fist fight. That's what he loved about her though. Tory would never back down from any fight, no matter who or what she was up against. Tory didn't know how to back down. She fought with her heart but Ian constantly wished that she'd use her head a little more. He was getting tired of trying to keep her on the straight and narrow.

Ian didn't see where he was going as he stormed off into the bustling heart of the Boardwalk and he was nearly cut down by a motorcyclist as he jay-walked across the main road that ran from one end of the Boardwalk to the other.

"Hey watch it!" He shouted as the bright glare of headlights gave him a split-second window to get out of the way. "Asshole!" Ian barked as the biker shot past with a hearty roar, cutting so close that Ian stumbled back onto the sidewalk as the guy clipped him on the shoulder.

"Smooth move kid." A leather-clad street punk snickered as he stepped over Ian without so much as a second thought as Ian lay his back, winded.

Instead of contemplating how close he came to being run over Ian couldn't help but think of what Tory would do in a situation like this. Well, the answer was simple. She'd take a stand and hack the guy's side-mirrors off. To Ian the side-mirror thing would be going too far but he could take a stand.

"That's it." Ian growled to himself as he picked himself up and dusted off his jacket. He was tired of being a doormat. It was time to show some teeth.

Little did he know how close he came to some serious teeth as he stepped out onto the road once more, his eyes on the leather-clad back of the biker who had clipped him. Just as he started towards the biker another hearty roar of a bike engine snarled out behind him and Ian jumped a mile as a colourful blur shot past him, expertly avoiding Ian by a few inches.

"Oh for Christ's sakes will you people stop already!" Ian shouted as he flipped the colouful biker the bird, only to realize two seconds later just who he had insulted. The biker shot him a god-awful look that made Ian shrink back into the crowd before he drove off with a squeal of rubber. "Oh crap…."

Well problem one of the mystery bikers solved. Here was one of them right now. Ian didn't stick around to see where Marko drove off to as he ran pell-mell back into the comic shop, pushing aside everyone who stood in his way, big and small.

"Guys! Holy crap guys! Edgar! Tory!" Ian shouted as he skidded past the front of the shop and practically dove in to find Tory and the Frogs locked in some weird three person head-lock, struggling back and forth in the middle of the store. "Guys! PEOPLE!"

His roared out as loud as he could and everyone seemed to freeze as they turned and looked at him.

"What!" Edgar, Allan and Tory shouted in unison as they held on to each other, refusing to let go.

"Outside." Ian pointed over his shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

"What?" Asked Allan as he twisted himself away from Edgar and Tory who still had their hands around each other's throats.

"He's outside." Ian repeated himself.

"Who is?" This time it was Tory who asked. She and Edgar glared one final time before they simultaneously released one another.

"One of the bikers." Ian rolled his eyes. C'mon, it was kind of obvious wasn't it?

"Which one? Mullet Guy?" Edgar picked up his green bandana that had fallen off during the scuffle and quickly retied it around his head, knotting it twice for security. He kept one eye on Tory as he moved towards Ian and he caught the scowl she sent him but thought better than to comment on it.

Ian shook his head as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure that they were alone in the shop. "No. The dude with the patched jacket."

"Which one's that one?" Allan asked as he went over to the fallen comic stand and motioned Ian to help him straighten it.

It took them five seconds to stand it up but the mess of comics that covered the floor was another story. Ian and Allan looked at them for a second before they both stepped away. Since Tory was the one who knocked them down, she could be the one to put them back.

"The little one." Edgar responded before he walked to the front of the store and stuck his head out as he carefully looked up and down their small stretch of the Boardwalk, scanning the crowd for a loud and colourful patched jacket.

"Well where is he?" Tory asked, her arms crossed over her chest while she watched the Frogs stand there as if unsure of what to do next.

"Well if you guys had cared to notice while you were acting like a bunch of morons you would have seen him drive by about three seconds ago." Ian muttered as he gave Tory an accusing look.

"Shit!" Allan swore before he ran to the back of the store and vanished into the back room before anyone could say anything.

"What's his problem?" Tory asked to no one in particular.

"Okay. Here's what we'll do." Edgar barked, taking command over the situation. "You two stay here until we find out where he's gone. If you see any of the other ones drive by, let us know."

Ian opened his mouth to say something but once again, Tory bet him to it. "Okay two questions. First, why do we have to stay behind and second how are we supposed to let you know? By carrier pigeon?" She arched an eyebrow and gave Edgar an expected look while Ian just sighed.

Here they go again…again.

"Well to answer your first question there is no point in all of us running around the Boardwalk in case the rest of the gang does decide to show up because then we'll probably miss them and for your second question you can reach us with these." Edgar said as he hurried behind the front counter and pulled out from underneath the register two green battered-looking field walkie-talkies that looked like they had seen some serious action in Vietnam.

"Oh whoopee. Where did you pick up those things from, the army surplus store? Do they even work?" Tory snorted as she looked over at Ian but for once, Ian didn't meet her gaze.

"Of course they work." Edgar growled as he picked one up and switched it on. Instead of the expected buzz of static, the walkie-talkie remained silent. Scowling, Edgar slammed the thing on the counter a couple of times before it crackled to life with a sharp whine. "There. Okay, once we track the guy down we'll let you know and you two can meet us at the spot. But until then, you stay put."

"How about you two stay here and run your little store and Ian and I will track this guy down. We know the Boardwalk better than you do." Tory suggested with a sarcastic smile as she walked over to the cash counter and picked up one of the walkie-talkies, weighing it with both hands. The thing was about as heavy as a damn brick.

"That I highly doubt and you know just about jack shit about vampires." Edgar snickered as he reached over and yanked the walkie-talkie out of her hands and handed it over to Ian. "If you tried to follow him he'd hear you coming a mile off."

"In that crowd? Who do you think you're kidding Edgar?" Tory drummed her fingers on the counter top as Ian came over and took the walkie-talkie.

"No one. You have a big mouth and a fog horn couldn't be louder than you." Edgar said as he picked up the other walkie-talkie and began to fiddle with the dials. "Check, check, alpha bravo to fox trot Charlie, check."

"I outta make you look like something out of Platoon, scars and all." Tory growled softly as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Edgar.

"I'll have to take a rain check on that. Allan!" Edgar shouted over his shoulder as he found the right channel and the two walkie-talkies hummed in unison.

"Okay I got the stuff. Everything's in here." Allan panted as he tore out of the back room loaded down with two back packs filled with vampire killing equipment as well as a drinking canister filled with holy water and a few combat knives that were sheathed and ready to go.

"You sure?" Edgar asked as he put down his walkie-talkie and took one of the packs from his brother. "Knife." He waved a hand and Allan handed over his prized Green Barrett combat knife that he quickly hooked to his belt for easy access.

"Sure I'm sure. There's no time to do a weapons check. We gotta go now!" Allan took up the walkie-talkie and stuffed it into a side pocket, making sure that it was still on and that the volume was turned up.

Ian and Tory moved out of the way as Edgar tossed his pack over a shoulder and jumped over the front counter with ease. Tory opened her mouth to say something but both brothers ran out of the store without another word, leaving the two of them alone.

"Okay…now what?" Tory asked out-loud as she glanced at the remaining walkie-talkie in Ian's hands.

"So where the hell did you go today?" Ian asked as he placed the walkie-talkie on the counter. "I couldn't find you anywhere? Why did you bail out on me?"

"Oh Ian, not now." Tory groaned but Ian turned to face her.

"Yes now! I was worried sick about you. Why the hell did you do that?" Ian demanded as he stood in her way, refusing to budge. Tory didn't know what to think.

"Why do you care?" She muttered, slipping into her tough girl persona as she started to feel cornered. Ian was her best friend but never before had he gone head to head with her. That just wasn't Ian's way. And Ian should know better than to try to demand anything from her. When push came to shove Tory always kicked to the groin, no matter who it was. That was just how things were.

However whatever nerve Ian had worked up stayed with him and soon the two friends were in the middle of a heated argument with Ian on the offensive for probably the first time in his life. As Ian tried to get the truth from Tory, Edgar and Allen were stuck in the middle of a decent sized crowd of people, looking both high and low when the trail went cold turkey.

"Which way did he go man?" Allan asked, ignoring the suspicious stare he got from an older couple as they gave him a once over and quickly moved on, muttering to themselves.

Edgar turned on the spot, peering at the crowd as he tried to spot a biker with a patched jacket. "I don't know. Look for a patched jacket or a bike."

"There are bikes everywhere." Allan pointed out as he jumped up in order to look over the heads of a few tall people that wouldn't move out of his way.

"No shit Sherlock." Edgar growled as he shot a filthy look over his shoulder at a bunch of twenty-something guys that rudely shouldered him out of their way. He was about to say something but Allan leapt high into the air and shouted.

"Wait! I think I see him!"

"Where?" Edgar spun around and tried to see what Allan was looking at but the tall people were standing in his way, talking about god knows what and were about as oblivious as a herd of cattle.

Allan jumped up once more and pointed off to the left before he landed. "Over there!"

"Are you sure that's him?" Edgar asked. He'd have to trust Allan's judgment because he couldn't see a damn thing.

"Who cares, c'mon."

Allan took off like a shot and Edgar had to hurry after him in order not to loose him in the crowd. With Allan in the lead like a dog on a scent, the two Frogs weaved their way through people, concession stands and the occasional snoozing homeless bum as Marko pulled up in front of the VideoMax video rental store and parked his bike beside a gleaming red convertible. Marko dismounted and quickly looked around before he lowered his head and entered the store.

"It is him…and he's going into VideoMax. What's our plan of action?" Allan skidded to a stop and waited for Edgar to catch up as he watched Marko vanish through the door.

"Christ, when did you join the track team?" Edgar muttered as he bent over, massaging a stitch in his side. "Our plan? Uhh…right. Keep it cool. We go in and see what's going on."

"Good plan." Allan nodded and Edgar had to grab his pack in order to hold him back so that Allan didn't run straight into the store and blow their cover. His brother was an awesome monster basher but Allan still had to work out a few over-eagerness issues.

Once Allan had calmed down slightly the Frogs strolled into the store, trying their best to look like the average teenage consumer. Allan's eyes darted left and right before he zeroed in on Marko who was talking to Max in the back corner of the store. He started to make a bee-line over to the two when a sharp growl made him jump back a few feet.

"Don't worry, he won't hurt you." Edgar said as he stepped in from of Allan, putting himself between his brother and the large white Shepard that was lying behind the cash counter, watching them closely. Edgar studied the dog for a moment before he jerked his head and drift towards the back of the store as he and Allan pretended to browse the videotapes when in fact they were trying to eavesdrop in on the conversation. They stopped behind a rack of tapes when they came within hearing range.

"How many times have I told you not to come here?" Max said quietly, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at Marko, standing a good head and a bit taller than the leather clad teen.

"Listen something happened last night that…" Marko looked over his shoulder and lowered his voice but before he could say more, Max cut him off.

"I don't want to hear about last night."

"But…" Marko stared up at him and quickly looked away when he realized that that wasn't a smart move.

"But what? Hmmm?" Max's voice carried the faintest edge to it and even though no one else in the store seemed to notice it, the biker shuddered slightly as if someone had just walked over his grave.

Edgar and Allan look at each other, both of them thinking the same thing. What was that about?

Marko fidgeted under Max's scrutinizing stare and even though he knew that he had to say something he didn't.

"Good." Max said and suddenly turned around, his eyes landing on the lingering duo behind him. "Can I help you boys with anything?"

"Uh….." Edgar blinked. Talk about bad timing for a major brain fart.

"We were uh… just looking." Allan said as he carefully stepped on Edgar's foot. That seemed to get him back on track.

"And we found what we wanted. Right here." Edgar smiled slightly as he picked up a random video tape and held it up. "See?"

"Very well then. Come with me." Max beckoned the two to follow with him a slight nod of his head as he walked over to the cash register while Marko ground his teeth and followed him, not about to get pushed aside.

Edgar and Allan trailed after Marko but tried to keep their distance from the guy without making it seem obvious. They tried a little two hard because Allan accidentally ended up walking straight into a video shelf, knocking over a few tapes. He scrambled to pick them up and put them back while Edgar went to the cash counter and placed the video tape down in front of him. With Marko standing to his left and Max right in front of him, Edgar suddenly felt less self-assured then he did when he walked into the store. There was something about the set-up that put him on edge. And where the hell was his wingman?

"Gone with the Wind?" Max asked as he looked right at Edgar.

"Uh what?" Edgar asked confused as he tried to shake off a sudden case of the heebie jeebies.

Max arched an eyebrow as he held up the tape so that Edgar could see the title Gone With The Wind written on the case. Edgar just stared at it, completely at a loss until Allan jumped in with an excuse.

"Yeah…it's for our mom."

"Nice one." Edgar thought as he nodded his head to confirm Allan's reply. Hey, what the hell was he supposed to say to that? That it was his favorite film? He didn't even know the first thing about the damn movie.

"I see." Max frowned slightly before he turned and worked the cash register. Edgar nudged Allan with his elbow as he took out his wallet and Allan carefully pulled out a small mirror that fitted neatly in the palm of his hand from his pant pocket without attracting any attention.

Marko was standing close to Edgar as he waited for the Frogs to leave in order to Max once more without any interruptions.

"That'll be $2.45."

Even though he had a five dollar bill in his wallet, Edgar began to scrounge up a bunch of change and as he started to count it out he purposely dropped his wallet and loose change went everywhere.

"Oh jeez. Sorry. I'll get it. How much was it again?" He asked, sounding as if it were an accident while he tried to buy Allan some time.

While Edgar was busy distracting Max, Allan held the mirror next to his leg and angled it in Marko's direction. It took a few tries to get the mirror angled just right but he finally got it and glanced down see if Marko had a reflection. The mirror was empty. Allan's eyes grew wide as he quickly stuffed the mirror into his pocket and tugged on the corner of Edgar's shirt, giving him the all clear.

"Here's your video and your receipt. It is due back on Saturday by eleven." Max handed over the receipt that Edgar took and stuffed into his pocket.

"Yeah thanks." Edgar nodded his head and shouldered his brother forward as they quickly moved away from the counter. Max stood there and waited until Edgar zipped back a second later and picked up the tape that he had forgotten to take with him.

"Right." He smiled weakly before he turned and practically flew right out of the store with Allan shadowing him. "Man that was bad. We nearly gave ourselves away."

"Yeah well he's one of them." Allan said after he looked over his shoulder to make sure that they weren't being watched or followed by anyone from the video store.

Edgar stopped and grabbed his brother's arm, spinning him around to face him. "You sure?"

"Positive. He didn't have a reflection." Allan grinned as he reached into his pocket and held up the small mirror. Edgar glanced at it and slowly nodded his head.

"Great. Our first blood sucker." He smiled as he high-fived his brother, both of them trying to down-play their excitement. "Get a hold of Ian and tell him to get his butt here pronto."

"Right." Allan pocketed the mirror and quickly reached for the walkie-talkie while Edgar stuffed the Gone with the Wind tape into his bag. "Ian do you copy? Do you copy Ian, over." Allan released his hold on the talk button and waited 30 seconds for a response before he tried again. "Ian? Tory? Do you copy over?"

Allan counted down the seconds in his head as Edgar scanned the crowd.

"They're not answering."

"Yeah well never mind that. They're already here." Edgar said as he squinted at something that was weaving its way through the crowd.

"What?" Allan lowered the walkie-talkie and gave his brother a puzzled look.

"Can't you hear them?" Edgar asked before he pointed at what he was looking at. Allan followed his brother's direction and instantly saw what he meant. Tory was stomping through people with Ian hot on her heels; his voiced was raised loud enough for the Frogs to make out from where they stood.

"You know what Tory, I'm sick of being left in the dark about everything. How was I supposed to know you didn't end up getting yourself killed or something?" Ian practically shouted as Tory shoved two girls out of her way. Ian didn't even stop to apologize to them for his friend's behavior like he would normally have done. Instead he reached out and grabbed Tory by her arm, slowing her down so that they could talk face to face.

"What the hell? Who do you think you are, my mother? I already told you. I had to take care of some things this afternoon." Tory whirled around and seethed while Ian just stood there, jaw jutted forward in determination. When he refused to back down Tory threw her hands up in defeat and stomped off once again.

"Yeah well you could have told me that before you ran off without so much as a decent excuse." Ian shouted after her.

"Oh give it a rest Ian." Tory snapped over her shoulder as she refused to turn around and look at him.

"No I won't give it a rest because you're always pulling this shit and one day I won't be there to save your butt when you get yourself into trouble." Ian stayed where he was and crossed his arms over his chest. He had shouted the words loud enough that everyone else around them had stopped what they were doing. Tory didn't have a choice as everyone's eyes suddenly looked in her direction.

"Hey I can handle myself just fine and I don't need anyone to help me alright?" Tory turned and growled out the words through clenched teeth, keeping her voice as low as possible so that she wouldn't draw any more attention to herself.

"Oh yeah? What about that time when you got into that mess with Brooke's gang? Who was the one who bailed you out before they…" Ian walked forward as he spoke so that he could lower his voice as well. He had issues with Tory, fine, but the entire world didn't have to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Before everyone could find out what it was that Ian had bailed Tory out of, Edgar and Allan appeared on either side of Tory in an attempt to regulate the argument.

"I hate to interrupt you two love birds but will you please shut the hell up?" Edgar said as he glared at the both of them, trying to get his point across with as few words as possible.

"What is with you and stupid relationship remarks? Can't you think of anything else to throw at me?" Tory snapped as she glared right back. Edgar just glowered at her before she decided to drop it and say nothing.

"We got ourselves a genuine blood sucker. This guy is for real." Allan murmured quietly as his eyes darted back and forth, making sure that no one else besides Ian and Tory could hear him.

"For real? What? Did you throw holy water on him and watch him smoke?" Tory muttered under her breath as she turned her back on Edgar and faced Allan.

"No. But he didn't have a reflection. No reflection means he's not part of the living." Allan emphasized his words by producing the small mirror once more and showing it to Tory.

"And….that's it? No reflection?" Tory asked with both eyebrows raised skeptically while glancing at the mirror.

"That's prime proof that this guy is a vampire. What more could you want?" Allan asked as Edgar plucked the mirror out of his hand and quickly pocketed it before anyone else could see.

"I don't know. How about some fangs?" Tory's words came out harsher than she had meant them to and the pained look on Allan's face was proof enough that she had hit a sensitive spot.

"You know you're really starting to piss me off Tory." Edgar growled as he came to his brother's defense.

"Finally. I've been waiting all night to hear you say that." Tory said sarcastically before Ian joined them.

"Tory, just shut up already." Ian said before he turned to the Frogs. "So the biker is a vampire right? You guys are sure about this?"

"Yeah. He's one of the undead." Allan muttered as he scowled darkly at Tory.

"Well if he's one then it's safe to assume that the others are vampires too right?" Ian asked them as he quickly checked the time on his digital wristwatch while Tory stood a little off to the side, eavesdropping without appearing to do so.

"That's my guess. So now we're up against a bunch of biker vampires that are bad news on a regular basis. Ian, I don't know where you get your friends from, but they all seem to be nothing but trouble." Edgar said as he adjusted the straps of his back pack and gave Ian a knowing look.

"Yeah well there's nothing I can do about it." Ian shrugged as he secreted a glance at Tory. "So where is this guy now? Is he still here?"

Edgar nodded. "He should still be in the video store. His bike's parked beside the red convertible."

"Oh yeah? You sure about that?" Tory spoke up and tilted her head towards the video store before Edgar could jump down her throat. "Doesn't look like it to me."

Edgar and Allan looked over their shoulders just as Marko kick-started his bike to life and drove off in the direction that he had come from.

"Oh crap! He's getting away!" Allan swore and before anyone could stop him, he took off like a shot after Marko.

"Allan wait! Damn it! More running." Edgar bickered as he grabbed Tory by one arm and Ian by the other and dragged them with him as he hurried to keep Allan in sight. It was a high-paced race of fox and chicken and despite the pack full of anti-vampire items that he was carrying Allan managed to keep pace with Marko as the vampire carefully maneuvered his way through the moving crowd.

"Guys! Guys! Over here!" Allan raised both arms and waved frantically as he stopped beside a hot dog stand and motioned Edgar and the others to join him.

"Put your arms down! Do you want every vampire in Santa Carla to know that we're onto them?" Edgar hissed as he slowed to a stop and bent over, resting his elbows against his thighs as he sucked in air like it was going out of style.

"Oh…right." Allan quickly dropped his arms.

"So where is he?" Tory asked, panting as well but nowhere near as much as Edgar. "Looks like someone needs to start working out."

"Shut up." Edgar grumbled before he straightened up and adjusted his bandana so that his hair was out of his eyes. "Allan?"

"Over there." Allan quietly said as he stepped behind the hot dog stand so that he was partially hidden. The others closed in around him as they stared across the street from under the striped canopy. Marko had suddenly come to a jerking halt in the middle of the road for some reason and he was staring intensely at the large glass window of an electronics shop. From their distance, the Frogs and Ian and Tory couldn't hear nor see what had made Marko turn deathly pale and rigid.

Special News Bulletin

"This is Carol Harper reporting to you with a special report. This just in. There has been a breakthrough in the string of homicide cases that have been plaguing Santa Carla. Forensic investigators have uncovered sufficient evidence that links one man to the recent killings of female prostitutes in the red light district. Today's double homicide at the Wayside Motel is connected to the other recent murders done by a singular individual who people are now calling the Red Letter Killer. Police have received an anonymous tip to the true identity of the killer and a city-wide manhunt is now underway. Police Chief Henry Morton is scheduled to hold a public conference in regard to this new turn of events. The suspect's name has not been released yet but a profile sketch has been provided. The suspect in question is Caucasian male, aged 18-25, around 6 foot 1, average build, blonde hair, and weighs between 140-160 pounds. Anyone with any information is asked to call police.

"What's he staring at?" Ian asked quietly as they all squinted and tried to make out what was on the television screen. Allan just shrugged and tried to get a closer look but Edgar held him back.

"Wait and see what he does." Edgar said as they all waited to see what would happen next.

Unaware that he was being watched, Marko couldn't take his eyes off what he was seeing. An accurate sketch of Paul was staring at him from the television screen as the news anchor continued to talk about the most recent homicide. Marko felt as though the pit of his stomach no longer existed. He couldn't believe it. It was impossible but still happening at the same time. Paul was being accused of killing over 7 people on public television that was being broadcasted along the Californian coast. Humans were now out to get him. Paul had been exposed.

Max was going to murder them.

"Oh shit." Marko didn't know whether to curse or cry. This was bad. This was beyond bad. This was catastrophic.

"Oh man." Marko glanced around out of habit as he viciously revved his bike and took off in a screech of rubber and smoke. He had to tell the others. He had to tell them now. David would figure out how to fix this. Marko didn't even know if it even could be fixed. Max always reminded them what would happen if any one of them were ever to be exposed to the public and they had always been extra careful about where they hid the bodies of their victims so that something like this would not happen. But now it was happening. What the hell were they going to do!

"I'll bet you a case of silver bullets that he's headed towards the caves." Tory said as they watched Marko race off in what could only be called a mad panic. Edgar and Allan looked at each other for a moment as they dwelled on this.

"What makes you say that?" Allan asked Tory despite his misgivings about her.

"It's a long story but we figured that those guys must be hiding in one of the caves off of Hudson's Bluff. The only thing is that if they're there, how are we supposed to get there?" Ian spoke up as he watched the Frog brothers to see what they would do. They were the monster hunters so tracking monsters should be in their field of expertise.

"Simple. We ride." Edgar said as he eyed a few bikes that were propped up against one another along the edge of the Boardwalk.

"We're stealing kids' bikes?" Tory couldn't believe it. She had thought that they'd commandeer dirt bikes or something to that effect….not bicycles.

"You got a better idea? Not all of us are motorcycle professionals." Edgar grumbled as he and Allan grabbed a bike each and hopped on. "If he's headed for the bluff like you say he is, he'll be easy to track. No one goes there at this time of night. We'll be able to follow his tracks straight to whatever cave they're using as their lair."

Tory shook her head as she took a bike. She wasn't looking forward to the amount of peddling she was going to have to do but seeing that all her favors in the transportation department had been used up, she really didn't have much of a choice.

"You sound like you've done this before." Ian said as he grabbed the last bike, feeling slightly guilty about taking it. But this was an emergency…sort of.

"Only in theory." Allan said as he reached into his backpack and pulled out two flashlights and a roll of duck tape. Both he and Edgar quickly taped the flashlights to the handlebars of their bikes, creating makeshift headlights that would allow them to see where they were going before they took off in Marko's direction.

"Something tells me I'm not going to like this." Tory grumbled to herself as Ian sped off after the Frogs without a word, keeping his eyes straight ahead as Tory watched him go. Physical labor and now the silent treatment, the night was just getting better and better.