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"What are you serious?" Michael exclaimed after Sam relayed the news to him.

"Yes," Sam answered.

"Are you positive those two know for sure. They aren't exactly right in the head if you ask me."

"They're fine and yes. They wouldn't mess up on something like this. Especially if it involved a friend."

"Okay, okay. Well, we'll just have to keep an eye out for her until this is taken care of."

"Yeah."

"I think we should tell her."

"No, it would scare her!"

"She has a right to know and I think she can handle it."

"Michael!" Sam pleaded as his brother left his bedroom and headed to knock on Kris' door.

"Kris? You in there?"

"Oh, Kris isn't here she went out," Lucy told her sons when she walked by witnessing them knocking on the door.

"What?" the boys asked terrified.

"Is she alone?" Michael asked.

"Of course not that girl can't stand being alone for one minute. A friend of hers called and asked to go to the movies with her tonight."

The boys bombarded their mom with questions.

"Who's the friend?"

"What movie is it?"

"When is it?"

"Is it at the Boardwalk?"

"Whoa," Lucy exclaimed. "What is with you two? She went with Vicky Campbell to see Beetlejuice at 8:00."

It was completely innocent, their sister going to see a movie with a friend from school, but why did Sam and Michael have a terrible feeling in their stomach that told them something was very wrong.

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"Ugh, where is she?" Kris said to herself for the hundredth time. Her friend Vicky, who she had met at the Boardwalk over the summer who Kris quickly bonded with, and fortunately attended Santa Carla High as well, was very, very late.

In fact she was driven to the point that she was fed up with waiting any longer. The movie had started fifteen minutes ago and she had no interest in watching a movie without having seen it all the way through. Sighing she headed to leave.

For whatever reason Vicky couldn't come, but it didn't mean they couldn't try to see the movie again. Kris couldn't blame her friend she had no clue what was going on, on her end. Deciding to find a nearby payphone to call her mom, Kris started walking along the area. She was a little scared at the moment because she knew it wasn't safe to be alone at night in this city.

Before she knew it, she had gotten herself lost. How it had happened she had no clue, but it panicked her even more. What was she going to do now?

The feeling of a hand grabbing her shoulder made Kris spin around and hit the figure standing behind her. She put her hands to her mouth when she realized it was Edgar.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. You scared me," Kris said.

"It's okay," Edgar assured as he rubbed his cheek where she had hit him. "What are you doing here alone? It's the middle of the night, you know it's dangerous."

"Sam called?"

"Yeah, he was worried sick. We all were. Why do you keep doing this to us?"

"I'm sorry. I guess I should be making sure I don't wind up in these situations."

"That would be nice."

"Are you mad?"

There was a pause as Kris desperately waited to hear his answer. She didn't want Edgar to be mad at him especially if it was her fault. "No, I'm just afraid something's going to happen to you. In a town like this, I have a reason. Lets go. Luckily my house isn't too far from here. We'll be able to walk there. Once we're there you can call your mom to pick you up."

"Okay," Kris said.

The two started walking and Kris felt much safer now that she was with Edgar. However she was still slightly scared and she could tell he was on edge too by how he was more alert than usual, even at night.

"We're almost there," Edgar murmured seeing the girl's wide eyes reflecting fear. Only a little bit more and they'd be safe.

That's when he appeared. "Hello there," a voice said, the owner of it appearing suddenly as if out of thin air.

Kris jumped in surprise at the voice and almost screamed when she saw who it was: Matt, the boy who might have possibly raped her that night on the beach if Edgar hadn't stopped him.

Immediately Edgar protectively grabbed Kris. "You're supposed to be dead," he yelled.

"Yeah, well your aim sucks. You're supposed to get my heart not my lungs," Matt teased. "Don't worry I'm not here for revenge, I'm here for Kris."

"Not a chance."

"I'm not entirely certain that's your choice to make. Kris?" he said looking at her directly.

"No. Go away," Kris said sounding and feeling like a kid at her poor and weak choice of words and tone.

"Come now Kris. I won't hurt you. Come to me."

Unable to control herself, Kris loosened her grip on Edgar and started to head towards Matt when Edgar's voice pulled her back. "Kris!"

Shaking her head, she came back to Edgar once again. Immediately Matt glared angrily seeing his power having been thwarted by Edgar. However he was a vampire and something as small and insignificant as this wouldn't stop him from getting his chosen mate. Which was why Edgar swiftly pulled out his water gun filled with holy water and shot it at the Vampire.

"Run!" Edgar shouted.

As fast as their legs could carry them the two sprinted desperately to where Edgar's house was. It was almost there, only a few more seconds, but Matt had recovered from the water and was swiftly gaining on them.

Urgently Edgar took out his keys and twisted them in the keyhole of the door when they finally got to it. Swinging it open he attempted to push Kris in, but Matt snatched her arm pulling her back. In retaliation she elbowed him in the face and darted past the door with Edgar who slammed the door behind them and locked it.

They were safe, vampires weren't allowed in a house unless they were invited and there was no way Matt would ever be invited into the Frogs' house.