"Why not? If we do, we could all stake them at the same time! You said there were three, and there's three of us!"
"There was another attack last night," Edgar stated, walking in. "On the beach. Blood everywhere."
"See? We need to take some action!"
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up." Alan said. "Besides, she coming back tonight."
"How do you know?" Sam asked. Alan smirked.
"Didn't you see the way she looked at Edgar last night? She likes him." Edgar looked up.
"What? No she doesn't." he said quickly, alarmed by the thought that a vampire liked him.
"Yeah she does. 'Don't worry about me getting attacked by vampires'. She thought you'd worry about her!" Alan looked out the door. It was around noon. A raven-haired teen darted into the comic shop, limping slightly. The teen uncovered her face and grabbed Edgar's hand. She quickly dropped a five dollar bill into his outstreached palm.
"Here's for the comic, keep the change, I have to go, bye!" She tried to dart off, but Edgar grabbed her wrist. Sam nudged him.
"Why do you have to go so fast?" he asked, trying to get her in the sunlight. Shauna dodged the beams of sun in the room while watching Edgar.
"I'm not supposed to be out right now." she answered, side-stepping a spot of light. Alan nodded to Sam. He pretended to walk out the door, pushing Shauna into the sunlight. "I'm sorry!" she told him. She quickly jumped back into the shade. "My brother doesn't like me being in the sunlight. I don't know why. He doesn't like the sun much either. So if I come home with a sunburn or something, he'll know."
"Where do you live?" Alan asked. She looked over at him.
"We're staying in a hotel with his friends."
"Why doesn't you brother like the sun?"
"His skin and eyes are sensitive to the sunlight," she lied. "He prefers night." She looked down and blushed slightly. Edgar looked a realised that he was still holding her wrist. He let go and shoved his hands into his pockets. Shauna did the same.
"Why were you limping?" Alan asked. Shauna and Edgar looked up.
"What?" she asked.
"When you came in, you were limping."
"Oh. I was hit." Edgar and Alan stared at her. "By a car." she added.
"Wouldn't that kill you?" Alan asked.
"It was slowing down." Shauna answered, placing an arm on her upper ribs.
"Why are your hands always covered?" Edgar asked her, remembering that vampires, half or not, had long fingernails. Shauna looked at her hands, which were hidden by the sleeves on her trench coat. She shrugged.
"My hands are, um, not all that great." she muttered. Alan and Edgar glanced at Sam, who was hidden behind a shelf, to promote the idea that he had left.
"They can't be that bad." Alan said
"Yes they can."
"No, not really."
"Yes, really."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, they'd disturb you."
"I've seen a vampire's hands before. They can't be worse then that." Shauna gave him an annoyed look and pushed up her sleeves. She spread out her fingers so they could get a good look at them.
"Happy?" she asked. Her right index finger was missing, cut clean off, not even a stump left where it had been as though it had never been at all. The two Frogs stared at her hand, blank expressions on thier faces.
"That's...um..." Shauna frowned at them and pushed her sleeves down.
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How did you like it? So far it's my longest chapter yet. You guys decie what happens now, because I'm out of ideas. Heh.