Author's Note: Thank you, dear reviewers! Now that I am officially by my mom's...updates will come faster. Not too much, though. Pacing myself...

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Racing past the two freezers containing the diet frozen yogurt, Edgar looked around anxiously, hopping foot from foot for his other younger brother. Fear had stricken his heart when he entered the shop, worried of his parents' wrath as they found out he had lost them. When he didn't see him down any of the isles of that or the comics, he turned towards the back room, wondering if perhaps he was looking through old issues.

As he made his way to it, though, he heard a voice call to him and he jumped, fear shooting his heart once more as he knew who it was.

"Edgar, did you remember to set up Spiderman for them?" his mother asked, her sunglasses blocking her eyes that were currently glued to the cash she was counting out from the days work.

"Ummm--no, Mom," he said under his breath. "Mom, something happened! I was taking them home and when I wasn't looking somebody took them!" he shouted, suddenly frantic once more as he realized he had no idea what he was trying to do, hiding the facts from his mother.

Cringing as he heard the change drop onto the counter, he hurried forward as he noticed her eyes were wide and frantic. "We've got to look for them, what if they're hurt?" she said in a panic, looking around wildly. "Get your father...we'll take you and Alan home and you are to stay there," she said, a look on her face showing her seriousness as she began to force the dollar bills and change back into the register before closing it with a loud snap.

Taking no time to wait any longer, Edgar turned towards the back room's door, taking off at top speed as he flung against it, turning the knob frantically until the door pushed open, he ran it to see both Alan and his father inside, their heads turned from the issues they were unpacking.

"Dad, Alan! Someone took Poe and Emily!" he said in a fearful voice, fearing he may throw up. "Mom says you have to take us home and then look for them!"

A confused look adorned Alan's face while their father one of fear and comprehension. "Come on, Alan, let's go to the main shop," he said, dropping one of the magazines into a box before he hurried the two of them out until he was faced with his wife. "Do you think they got far?" he questioned, knowing that their children meant a lot to his wife.

"I don't know, we have to hope," she murmured, before grabbing a very reluctant and confused Alan's hand. "Let's go, quickly now."

As the four made their way out of the shop, both Alan and Edgar forced between their parents, there was no talk except for an occasional 'I don't see them' or 'I'm sorry, Mom' from their only blonde child who was sheepishly looking at the ground.

As they made their way to their home, ten minutes from the shop at a slow pace, Edgar couldn't help but think that they would never find them. Looking after his parents as they turned away from the door of their house, both boys inside the now locked up home, he turned towards Alan nervously.

"Alan, I have to tell you something," he told his brother as he scurried to the kitchen, digging inside one of the drawers.

"What is it?" Alan asked, peering curiously over his brother's shoulder but jumping back as a knife was produced from inside the depths of the drawers.

Edgar looked towards the knife with a slightly gleam in his eye, turning it back and forth before returning to look at Alan. "Vampires are real. And we're going to kill them."