Author Note

Hi! Not much to report today.

...I'm actually kind of unhappy. I'm so near the end! I think the story'll be finished in another chapter or two! Ah, well, I have plenty of ideas to continue this with, so tell me whether or not you want to see more Blanche or not. I'm going to release my one-shots soon.

I'm not far away from revealing the romance either. Sorry to keep you waiting with it, but hey, you guys seemed to like the story.

Thanks to Blackfishy and fire storm pixie for your reviews! (Extra thanks and a hug to fire storm pixie for the little comment about my stories!)

Well, enough of this. I hope you like this next chapter!

Chapter Start

Soon everyone sat in the living room. Alan was dabbing paint on his face, as Edgar had already done; Laddie sat and watched, fascinated; Sam was messing around with a bow and arrow; Blanche was staring at her hands, coming to terms with what she would probably have to do - Sure, they weren't the kindest of people - and they were vampires to boot - but it would still be killing them. It was almost wrong.

Michael and Star were probably still in Michael's room. Edgar and Alan didn't really seem to mind - they must've thought that the two would get in the way of two expert vampire slayers.

'Well, one down, two to go.' Blanche thought.

Edgar cleared his throat.

'I think I should warn you all. When a vampire bites it, it's never a pretty sight - no two bloodsuckers go out the same way.'

'Like snowflakes!' Blanche thought. 'Wow, that was immature for me!' She bit back a laugh.

Edgar's head moved from left to right as he delivered his speech.

'Some yell and scream, some go quietly. Some explode, some implode. But all will try to take you with them.'

Nanook started barking like crazy in the backyard. Sam looked up in shock.

'Nanook! I left him outside!'

He ran off.

'Don't go out there!' Edgar yelled before looking to Alan and Blanche. 'Stop him!'

Michael and Star had ran downstairs. Sam had left the door wide open, leaving the house vulnerable and cold. Michael charged past the Frog brothers, who were yelling at him to come back. Blanche and Laddie soon followed. Star pulled Laddie in front of her while Blanche stayed behind the Frog brothers. Edgar ran forward slightly. After a small struggle Sam was finally able to free his poor dog.

Then Blanche's blood froze in her veins as she heard a familiar sound. That wretched screeching filled her ears along with Star's cries.

'Michael, they're coming!'

Alan pushed her back.

'Get away.'

'Oh, yeah, where the hell am I supposed to go?'

'I don't know, Blanche. Just hide!'

Looking up, she saw the trio coming closer and closer to the house. Her heart started racing. Nodding to Alan, she raced up the stairs. Practically hopping from foot to foot, she improvised and jumped into what looked like a spare room. Almost empty besides a bed and a dresser. There were no posters, no ornaments in sight. The room was also a little dusty; Sam's family didn't seem to enjoy company.

Blanche sat down beside the bed. There wasn't even a carpet on the floor. She heard screams and stomping feet. It sounded pretty interesting. Maybe if she opened the door a little, just a crack...

No. It was too risky. Even if a vampire didn't see her, she might distract Edgar or Alan and end up killing them.

She heard her breath as she heard someone shouting. It was Paul.

'You killed Marko!'

'Yeah, and you're next!' Edgar yelled.

'Naw, you're next!'

Everything sounded faint after that. Paul gave out a small scream. Then nothing.

Until there was a splash.

Paul screamed even louder. Edgar and Alan were screaming too.

'Oh my god, are they OK?' She thought.

She heard water. Lots of water thundering around inside. The pipe not too far away from Blanche made an ominous creaking noise. Then a small jet of what looked like watered-down blood flew out of it. She squealed slightly for a second before moving around the bed, avoiding the strange liquid.

'How the hell...?' She whispered.

The screaming in the other room quietened.

'Well, either they've done it or they're dead.' She thought.

She felt a pang in her chest. No way. They weren't dead. They couldn't be. Right? Edgar had said that vampires try to take you with them when they die.

Oh, God. What if the water didn't work. Holy water dosen't work if it watered down, does it? Damn it.

...

What Blanche didn't know was that the Frog brothers were in Sam's room, alive. A little shaken, but fine.

'Jesus.' Alan said, wiping some blood from his forehead.

His brother stayed silent, dumbstruck by what he'd just done.

Here he was, covered in blood and holy water, his brother by his side. A few weeks ago, this was just a fantasy. Woah, it was strange when it actually happened. Not a bad strange, though.

In fact, it had been one hell of a buzz.

'Where's Blanche?' He said.

'Hiding somewhere. I don't know.'

'I'm gonna go find her.'