Third Person's P.O.V.

A Conversation with the "Hunters'

Edgar bumped Alan as a boy about their age walked into their parent's shop. To be honest, he kinda looked like a dirtbag. The boy had on a button up splatter paint shirt with different shapes in neon colors. Edgar and Alan narrowed their eyes as the boy started looking through their comics. They had seen him with that biker gang, and they knew that they weren't normal, so they decided to have a chat with him.

Edgar decided to send his brother off to follow him from the back, while he blocked him from the front. When they did this, the boy stopped and looked at them suspiciously.

"Got a problem, guys?" He asked, his voice not portraying how nervous he was. The boys, well, the one with the bandana, was bigger than him, but the other looked as though he was older, tougher.

"No, just scoping your civilian wardrobe." The older one said, in a gruff voice. Sam grinned, proud of his fashion choices.

"Pretty cool, huh." He said, smoothly, not wanting his excitement to peek through. Maybe these boys weren't as bad as he had originally thought.

"Yeah, for a fashion victim." At this, Sam's cheeks burned a bright red, as he felt flustered. 'So, much for them being okay… '

Embarrassed, he debated on leaving. That was until the other boy joined.

"Look buddy, if you're looking for the diet frozen yogurt bar, it went out of business last summer." He said, haughtily. Sam narrowed his eyes. He couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. The ones everyone were scared of were nicer to him than these bozos. Really nice…

At this thought, Sam felt his face flush, and his breathing became labored when he remembered what happened that night before. Sam still couldn't believe what had happened, from the ride to their home and everything that they did afterward.

"Actually, I'm looking for a Batman #14." He said, and the others looked somewhat impressed, but Sam didn't want to hear it. When he first walked in, he assumed that they would be cool people he could hang out with. Now, he knew better.

"But, obviously, your shop wouldn't have something so rare." He said turning around to walk away. He felt a hand come down and clamp to his shoulder, so Sam turned around to meet the one with the red bandana.

"Here, have this." He said shoving a comic in his hand. As Sam looked over at the comic, he wanted to laugh out in exasperation. The title of the comic was 'Destroy All Vampires', and Sam couldn't help but to snort.

"Vampires?! You're kidding me, right?" He said, and now he knew that these kids were on something, something that rotted the brain, probably hallucinogens.

"Hey, man, we're doing this to try and help you. Our number is on the back, but when you need us, it may be too late for you. You're already hanging around our suspects." The older one said, in a sick, disgusted tone. All Sam could do was narrow his eyes at the boys he assumed were brothers. Sam aggressively pushed the comic back into the boys hands.

"They've been more welcoming to me than you! But ya' know what, I don't have to explain myself to strangers." Sam said, angrily, wanting to just be rid of those assholes' presence. He decided to do just that, but as he was walking towards the door, the older and less aggressive one moved in front of him. He shoved the comic that he had given back to them into Sam's hands, and, with a grim look on his face, he told him, "remember what we said, and pray you never need to call us."

A/N: So, no Lost Boys in this chappie, but I hope y'all stick around for a few more chapters!!!! They may or may not be in the next one *winky face* Also, I hope yall liked it3