Chapter Eight: The Battle Begins

Some of these next chapters will be longer than others. Will also contain violence and blood and guts. Just warning you.

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The next day was tense. The knowledge of the battle that was going to happen the next night was lingering over them, wanting to be brought up yet no one wanted to bring up the subject.

Natalie wanted to lighten the mood, but had no idea how. She was scared- no terrified. She knew what was going to happen after the battle, something horrible, something she wouldn't have agreed to if it was only her life on the line. But it wasn't just her. She had to protect Alan. Edgar and Sam, too. And if she didn't do what had to be done, they would all die. she would rather have to live with the fact they were alive without her than dead with no one.

Nobody had spoken the whole day. Nobody had done anything at all either. The only things they had done that day were eat and sleep.

So now that night had fallen, not a single person was tired.

"We could go kill them now if we wanted to," Alan muttered, his face buried into a pillow as he tried to sleep.

"No!" Natalie snapped. "We can't. It's night, they're too strong right now. We wouldn't stand much of a fight."

She quickly made an excuse for why she had responded so quickly. They couldn't know about why the battle had to be tomorrow, they just had to know that it had to happen tomorrow. The deal would be off if they attacked now, and Alan speaking of ambushing them at the very moment was just adding more weight to Natalie's shoulders.

"They're coming tomorrow night anyways, Nat. If they're stronger at night we won't stand much of a chance either way. It's kind of clear that we're doomed." Sam pointed out.

'Why is there always a reason why I'm wrong? Especially now...' She thought.

"We beat them last time." Edgar replied.

'At least someone's on my side...'

"Michael killed David, Sam's grandfather killed Max, and Sam killed Dwayne. Plus, Edgar, we would be dead right now if Nanook hadn't tackled Twisted Sister into the holy water." Alan kept the debate going.

"It doesn't matter what happened in the past. Right now, we have to be thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow night. We need to be ready for that. It's almost 2 AM for christ's sake. We need to get some sleep so at least we stand somewhat of a chance tomorrow."

"But-"

Edgar stopped Alan from talking. "Shut up Alan."

They awoke late the next day. Not a person had fallen asleep until at least two hours after the conversation.

Edgar's eyes opened slow with sleep, but he awoke fully not long after. He stood up and walked into the kitchen. He poured a glass of water and turned to the counter. He glanced up at the clock.

8:30 PM!

He spit out his drink in surprise. The vampires would be here in less than an hour, it was almost dark. He spun around, running into Natalie.

"Jumpy much?" She asked. Noticing the worry in his eyes, she kept talking. "What's wrong?"

"It'll be dark in less than an hour. We have to hurry and get everything ready. Wake the others, I'll get weapons."

She rushed over to Alan and Sam, shaking them both awake.

"What?" Alan groaned.

"C'mon! Get up! The vampires will be here soon. We need to be ready."

With those words, Alan hopped to his feet. Sam stretched a little and got up, rubbing his eyes.

"What happened last night? I feel like we fought off a whole army of the-" He yawned. "Of the undead."

"We didn't do anything yesterday actually. But right now it's 8:33 at night and we need to be ready to fight off an army of the undead." Natalie replied.

"I think I'll go back to sleep..." Sam's eyes were closing with exhaustion.

"Sambo! Wake up!" Alan yelled.

Sam struggle to keep his eyes open, but he was waking up every second they weren't closed. He knew he needed to be ready for this so he tried to stay awake the best that he could.

Edgar was busy sorting through weapons to notice anything happening behind him. Personally, he didn't care. He had to slaughter vampires in less than fifteen minutes so he rushed grabbing things to defend himself with.

10 minutes later...(sorry for all of these time spans...=P)

Everyone was prepared. They carried as many weapons that they could hold.

Edgar and Alan were in their normal vampire killing gear, war paint on their faces. Sam was wearing his fashion victim style clothes, the same ones from the night he fought David's gang the first time, and Natalie had eye black on, with a white tanktop and camo pants with army boots.

"We know how these bloodsuckers fight. It should be easy to stake them all." Edgar spoke.

Natalie fidgeted with the water gun on her belt, moving it to a more comfortable position.

"Not Marko." Sam added.

"Well, besides him."

Alan looked at the clock.

"They'll be here any minute." He said.

Edgar and Sam went upstairs and Alan went to follow. He turned around, noticing Natalie wasn't following.

"You coming?" He asked.

She glanced at the window, then back at him.

"No," She replied.

"Why? You're not going to fight?"

"I am. You guys will kill Marko, Dwayne, and Paul. David's mine."

"How do you know he'll be down there?"

She thought for a quick excuse.

"If he's the David I used to know, he'll try to come up the stairs and get us from behind. I'll stay here and take him on."

"I'll help too," Alan volunteered.

"Sam and Edgar need your help upstairs."

"They can take on three vampires. Have you ever seen my brother fight?"

"I have, actually. And he was with you. You're a team. The Frog Brothers. Plus Sam."

Alan must of given up fighting with her because he continued up the stairway. Moments later, a window shattered on the upstairs and growling sounded from the upstairs rooms. They were arriving.

An evil laugh made Natalie look around the room, searching for the source.

Wind blew past her face and she spun around quickly. David was here. The real battle was about to start.

Upstairs, Alan, Edgar, and Sam were fighting off David's gang.

Paul was advancing in on Edgar, fangs bared. Edgar was holding a stake in front of him, backing away from the angry vampire. In less than a second, Paul swung his talon like nails at Edgar's face. The boy ducked, barely dodging the claws. In the moment it took Paul to step backwards and regain his balance, Edgar had stabbed the stake through his heart. The blonde screeched loudly, exploding into ash on the floor.

"One down, three to go." Edgar muttered, staring down at the ash pile at his feet.

Sam was raising his bow in the air, swerving around every time the taunting Marko darted across the ceiling. Dwayne was darting around Alan, making the Frog dizzy as he turned in endless circles trying to get a good aim with his stake.

Sam let an arrow fly. It hit the ceiling with a soft ping and fell back down.

"Damn it!" He cursed under his breath. This was pointless. Marko could dart around all night and never get tired, but eventually Sam would either run out of arrows or fall asleep standing. He couldn't be distracted for a second or he was the young vampires next meal.

Alan's eyes were glancing from the doorway, to Marko, to Dwayne. He couldn't help but think that with every second that went by Natalie was dying. Maybe she was already gone. He had no clue. The very thought of her limp body sent shivers down his spine, yet fueled a flame of revenge that he would have to unleash.

He charged towards Dwayne, tired of his taunts. He wanted to go help Natalie and that couldn't happen unless the vampires upstairs were dead.

Dwayne, noticing the sudden advance, darted to the left. Alan's stake just grazed his arm, but he healed it quickly and kept on messing with the Frog brother.

As Alan tried to kill Dwayne, Edgar and Sam were cornering Marko. Sam had his bow constantly aimed at the vampire, while Marko's yellow eyes were glaring into Edgar's soft brown.

"Ready to die, Toad?" Marko laughed a deep, evil laugh that sent goosebumps all over Sam's arms. Apparently Marko had forgotten he was there and had his eyes on a new piece of food.

"Not before you do!" Sam replied, flinging an arrow straight at his heart.

Marko had only enough time to turn his head towards the arrow and mutter "Shit!" before he, too, melted into ash.

Dwayne now knew he was the only one left, the only one who stood between death and victory for his leader. He flitted straight towards Alan, smiling a fanged smile. The black haired vampire was confused when Alan smirked back.

At that moment, three stakes pierced his body and he let out an ear splitting shriek, causing all the boys to cover their ears. Vampire blood poured onto the floor in a puddle. The dying vampire let out one last screech and exploded. Blood and vampire chunks splattered the walls, getting on the boys' clothes and faces in the same moment.

Sam rubbed his hand over his eye, removing some thick blood from it.

"We are awesome monster bashers!" Edgar started, putting his hand down in the air.

"The meanest!" Alan continued, putting his hand on top of his brothers.

"The baddest!" Sam finished, placing his hand on Alan's.

They all pulled back, finishing their signature handshake.

In that moment, a scream sounded from the staircase.

Alan was the first to rush out of the room, only to witness Natalie running as fast as she could up the old wooden stairs. He went to grab her outstretched hand, only for David to appear behind her. He grabbed her ankle, dragging her down.

Her knees scraped against the wood, scratching them. The blood that came out of the cuts only tempted David more. He couldn't wait to make Natalie hold up her end of the bargain.

"Alan!" She screamed as her chest hit the floor. There was a sickening crack sound as one of her ribs broke against the floor.

She desperately tried to grip the corner of the wall, only to be ripped away. Her hands were now bleeding also, sharp slices and splinters covering her hands.

Edgar and Sam appeared behind Alan then. They saw a trail of blood leading around the corner and knew what had just happened.

"Alan, I'm sorry," Edgar started to say. She was obviously dead.

"She's still alive! We can kill him and save her!" Alan charged down the blood coated stairway, turning sharply around the corner.

Sam and his brother followed swiftly.

Natalie's face was behind a door, and a sinngle glance let Alan knew where she was. David slammed the door and locked it from the inside, making sure he could finish the trade off.

"Don't touch her you bastard!" Alan yelled, slamming his shoulder hard against the door. It barely budged.

He stepped back and ran into the door again.

"Calm down, Alan." Sam told him.

He didn't listen to Sam. He needed to save Natalie. A window shattered from in the room and the door was knocked down with one last blow.

Alan felt his eyes water at the sight inside.

His girlfriend lay on the floor, blood dripping from her mouth. He ran up to her, looking closely at the trail down her chin. His heart ached at the realization. It was vampire blood.

He ran to the window, leaned out and screamed as loud as he could into the air.

"You asshole! I swear to God I will slaughter you!"

He had never felt worse in his life. A tear slid down his cheek, making some of his war paint run with it.

"Sam, get Alan out of here. She'll be awake soon." Edgar ordered. He stared down at Natalie's body. Her knees were healing rapidly and the slices on her hands were slowly turning to scars. He even saw her chest rise as the rib healed.

"Edgar, no. I'm staying with her." Alan replied.

"What if she-" Sam started.

"She won't try to murder me! She loves me!" Alan snapped.

"You're lucky if she remembers you after all she's been through. You know how it goes. The broken pieces mend and the last moments of human life can fade. It's possible she won't remember any of us." Sam said. Luckily he had researched enough on vampire to know that this was true.

Edgar took out a stake and held it in his hand.

"No!" Alan shouted. "You can't kill her!"

"Alan, he can." Natalie's voice sounded from the floor. She stood up, revealing yellow eyes.

"What do you-" He stepped closer to her, only to be cut off mid-sentence

"Don't come any closer. You smell too good right now. Too tempting." She said.

"Well what do you mean he can kill you?" Alan asked.

"I've been through this once before. It was a living hell. I don't want to hurt any of you, so Edgar and I made a deal. If I was turned, he has to stake me. I don't want to hurt any of you."

"I trust you. You won't hurt any of us. We'll kill David and it'll be okay."

Natalie shook her head. She knew this had to be done.

"Alan...go. Before I start crying too."

Or I don't do this and we all die.

"But-"

"Go, Alan!" Her eyes were watering now, tears would drip down her face any second. She knew how hard this was going to be for the both of them, but she had accepted that when she did this she was going to hurt someone. She just didn't know how bad.

With that, he backed out of the room, his eyes not moving from Natalie's face.

How could she do this to him? How could Edgar, his own brother, do this to him? This was all David's fault! He was going to pay for all this.

The door to the room shut and it wasn't until two minutes later that Edgar stepped out.

"She's dead isn't she?" Alan muttered.

Edgar nodded slowly.

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-Nat