"Frog's comics... Frog's comics..." he muttered, squinting his eyes against the sun. He pulled the hat down enough to sheild his eyes and walked on, looking for that damned sign. "Why couldn't Paul or Marko just bring Frog with them? Don't they like their Hound of Hell?" he asked himself. He walked along the boardwalk, ignoring the stares he recieved for talking to himself. One girl stopped and smiled seductively at him. He pushed past her, pretending not to notice. She was ugly anyway. Maybe he should just bite someone. That'd make the crowds disappear for sure. Lost is his thoughts of blood, he almost passed up the small comic book store, squeezed in between an arcade and an ice cream shop. He darted inside, glad to be out of the sun.
"Ehmehgawd, you're that vampire!" a feminine voice said somewhere from the back of the cramped shop. "Alan! Edgar! Bloodsucker alert!" Benji looked around, trying to spot the body that the voice belonged to. He saw her almost immedantly because of the fact that she was jumping over the counter. She had lightly tanned skin, and was somewhat short, about 5'0. She had curly brunette hair with a purple-red streak weaving through her curls on the right side of her head. Her combat boots bumped against the counter as she jumped over it while trying to maintain her decency in the miniskirt she was wearing. As Benji watched her, he noticed that her spaghetti-strap tanktop fit her quite nicely. He mentally slapped himself for that one. She was the enemy!
"Uh... No I'm not?" he tried, pulling the hat down over his eyes. She ignored him, reaching below the counter and pulling out a cross and a water pistol.
"Don't give me that shit." the girl growled, aiming the pistol at him. He took his hat off and looked around the shop as Edgar and Alan ran out from the back of the store.
"Christ!" Edgar shouted as he and his brother saw Benji. They too jumped over the counter and grabbed pistols, crosses and stakes.. "What're you? Some kind of special breed of sucker?" the older Frog demanded. "Take another step closer and we'll annahilate you without thinking."
"Yes, you do that often, don't you? Not think." Benji stated boredly. He put on his hat and donned a manical grin. Taking another step toward the counter, he was met by a shot of Holy water in the chest. "Idiots." He laughed and decided not to tell them of his half-vampirism. "Well, ladies, I'm here today playing the part of delivery boy." Benji pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket. "My dear sister was unable to deliver this herself, due to a horrible injury." He looked at Alan. "Here ya go." He tossed the letter on the counter and turned, walking out of the shop. Edgar reached over and picked it up. He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
Frog Brothers,
The Lost Boys are leaving Santa Carla for a while, and I'm going with them. I will pick Frog up next time I am in Santa Carla. I expect you two to take good care of him. If you don't, I will bite you both and then have David or Benji drain your blood after your first full moon. Trust me, changing from human to werewolf form is very painful. Don't think you're crazy if you see Frog doing things that normal dogs wouldn't do. He's half lycan, so he is way smarter then other dogs. Becareful what you say, because he can understand you perfectly. We'll come back within a year or so. Hopefully. In the mean time, you might meet a vampire who speaks jive. Don't stake him. His name is Phillippe and he can help you track vampires to stake or whatever.
Happy Hunting,
Korey
End
Alright, before you guys eat me and crap, I never forgot about this story. Or my other one. I've just had a crapload of writer's block. Yes, I was planning on finishing this soon, and decided that Benji should deliver a goodbye letter. I might write a sequel when I get my Stand By Me fic done, but I guess I have to so you guys can meet Philippe. Ah well. Thanks to all of you who reviewed, now go review my SBM fic so I'll get done with that and write a sequel to this, m'kay?