The two left their shop to walk up too Saints one. It was right across their one so they could keep an eye in it. They had two much older people in there to keep an eye on it. They were stoners so they barely talked to them. As they made their way into the shop they looked around, music was playing, Cry Little Sister. Alan started humming along to it, Edgar nudged him to stop, they walked over to the vinyl's flicking through them.

Saint was behind the counter smoking a cigarette. She was by herself. A few people were flicking through the vinyl's glancing at the two brothers. Edgar and Alan looked around. The smell of the store smelt hot, stale and of smoke. They couldn't say much because their store didn't smell any better.

They slowly made their way up to Saint. Alan placed the Vampire comic on the counter and slid it over to her. She quenched her cigarette on the Ash tray and picked it up.

"Vampires?" She questioned.

"This will save you; these are creatures of the night-" she cut Edgar off.

"I know what they are. They don't call it Murder Capitol of the world for fun, do they?" She leaned towards them over the counter.

Alan left a small laugh put which made Edgar glare back at him.

"I've heard the rumours, seen the missing people's posters, hell I even got some death glares by a few, but don't worry I'm not a shit sucking vampire" Saint chuckled.

"Well keep it you never know..." Edgar looking up at the girl.

Saint smirked back at him.

Alan was just about to speak when a tall dirty blonde-haired man with dirty ray bands came out from the back. Saint rolled her eyes. They could all smell the drink off him. The two brothers stared him down. He was wearing a weird stone necklace which he put underneath his shirt when he spotted them staring.

"What...? he snarled at them and looked over at Saint, "Saint, go do something useful for once I didn't take you in just so you can do the shit you did back in Atlantic City" his words slurred. He pushed past the boys bumping them on purpose and walked out of the shop.

"Fucking dickhead" Saint flipped him off.

"Who was that asshole?" Alan asked.

"His my... my uncle."

"OH." the brothers said in unison.

"Anyways, do you boys have names or do you just like giving comics to girls? she lit up her cigar again.

"Alan and Edgar Frog" Alan told Saint.

"Vampire Hunters" Edgar told her handing her a card.

Edgar and Alan Frog and Sam Emerson Professional Vampire Hunters - 555-735-921

"Sam Emerson?" she looked at the card and questioned it.

Just then they heard a crash outside. It was Sam on the ground getting up. He knocked the post card stand over and he tried picking it up. Saint and Alan couldn't help but laugh. Edgar huffed as he ran out to help Sam.

"I'm guessing that's him?" She laughed.

"Yeah. Still in training" Alan looked back at him.

The two boys walked in. Sam looked at Saint. He tried to flatter her by telling her Saint's a pretty name, but soon realized she hadn't even told the boys her name yet.

"How did you-? OH... The three stooges, Michael must be your brother" She laughed again.

"Yeah, he is." Sam was embarrassed at this stage.

"But thanks, my names Saint... Saint Protz..." she smiled.

Alan laughed when she said her last name.

"Why are you laughing at her name?" Sam asked cluelessly. She smirked at Sam.

"It's an old German word for Frog dude" Edgar explained.

"You're a Nazi?" Sam looked up.

Saint almost chocked on the smoke of her cigar out of shock and laughing. Alan elbowed him hard in the side and Edgar gave out.

"God NO! It's from my dad's side, my great grandpa was German"

"So, where's your parents?" Sam asked another stupid question.

They see Saint's smile drop.

"Sam!" Edgar pulled him away to look at the vinyl's.

"I am sorry about him" Alan apologized.

"He didn't mean any harm" she looked down lighting up another cigar and lifted up the box to offer him one.

Alan didn't smoke but he wasn't going to look like a dork like Sam. He accepted and took one out, he placed it between his lips and was going to reach for the lighter when Saint leaned over and lit it on his mouth for him, they stared into each other's eyes, he inhaled but immediately started coughing up. He tried to hide it, but his eyes watered up.

"Don't worry happens to me all the time" she smiled puffing smoke out.

Sam walked back up with a vinyl putting it on the counter, Alan quickly put the cigar on the ash tray beside the register and Sam gave him a weird look.

"Good taste Emerson" she smiled punching in the numbers.

Sam smiled at Saint as they talked about the vinyl he picked out. Alan rolled his eyes and looked behind him to see Edgar was already back in the comic store. Sam told Saint he would see her later as he walked out.

"Just be careful around here, you know, with the strangers and freaks." Alan warned her.

"I won't you worry" she looked up at him smiling exiting the shop.

Not a second later Saint ran into the shop up to Sam.

Alan walked back in behind the counter looking at Saint as she ran back over to her own side.

"Hey what did she give you?" Alan perked up trying to snatch the paper out if his hand.

He said it was just a receipt and he didn't need it.

Alan jumped behind him and snatched the paper and unfolded it and it read -

Call me Vampire Hunters x ;) (555) 555-9229

"It's her number!" He smirked.

"Vampire Hunter?" Edgar scoffed at him.

Alan couldn't believe it. He thought Sam made a complete fool out of himself back there.

Sam chuckled grabbing back the paper mocking him.

"Yeah, she gave you her number, but it's our number on the card" Alan snapped.

"Calm down Lucifer it says Hunters not Hunter, it is for US" he smiled patting him on the shoulder. Alan quickly copied down the number on his hand.

"Fuck off out of here bastard!" Saint yelled.

They looked back over at the shop.

Saint was hitting a person trying to steal a vinyl out of the shop.

"She's amazing" Alan slurred.