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"How to Kill Vampires"

I couldn't believe I was there again. I mean, sure, in my dream the creepy kids had turned out to be my saviors, but in real life they were as crazy as could be. What did that kid mean when he'd said that "Vampires Everywhere!" could save my life? That vampires were real; that they existed and they wanted to feed on my blood? Yeah, right. But, despite all that, I was at their store again, with little Laddie. He wanted more comics. Again. Figures.

I stuck by his side this time, not totally certain I wanted him to be around the two kids. They were still watching us. As soon as we were up at the counter, I heard a familiar song- "Laying Down the Law" by Inxs and Jimmy Barnes.

"Hey, Megan! I like this song!" Laddie piped up cheerfully as the chestnut-haired kid rang up his comics. I smiled slightly.

"Me too," I replied, glancing at the kid behind the counter. The corner of his mouth was pulled slightly into a small smile, too. I couldn't help my dream from rushing back whenever I looked at him or the other boy. I shivered at the thought and was so consumed with the disturbing thoughts that at first I didn't notice the boy slip an extra comic into our bag. I only noticed when Laddie and I were up in my room, him reading his comics, me reading a substantial book.

"Hey, Megan, I didn't want this book!" Laddie complained and handed it to me. The title read: "How to Kill Vampires". I rolled my eyes on the outside, but inwardly I was scared. My dream...the creepy kids...all the vampire comic books...it was all just really wrong and crazy. It wasn't as if vampires really existed.

"Oh, I must have picked it up by mistake..." I mumbled. That's what decided it. Tomorrow I would go down to the comic store and demand to know what the hell they thought they were doing and that the "joke" or whatever they were doing had gone too far. That night I had the same dream.

When I got ready to head out to the Boardwalk the next day, I noticed that Marko was acting very strange. He was wearing his sunglasses in the house and acting like he was exhausted- he tried to deny it when aunt Patti had asked him about it, but we could all see he was dead on his feet. I figured something was really wrong when he snapped at Laddie. He was never mean to Laddie! So I decided to postpone my trip to the comic book store to follow him around.

At first I was forced to stay in the house during the day while he slept (which was boring when I still wanted badly to go to the comic store and give those two creeps a piece of my mind...although after my dreams I had to admit that I felt stupidly grateful to them for things they didn't even do.) But my patience paid off when he finally got up, dressed in his biker outfit, and slipped stealthily out his window, landing gracefully on the ground below- which was two stories down.

I gulped and decided to use the door...of course, by then, Marko had taken off on his motorcycle...which meant it was my bike for me. I quickly hopped on and rode down to the Boardwalk after him. Trying to find him in the millions of people at the Boardwalk was a different story, but after about three hours I finally found him- about to take off on his bike again outside the comic book store (of course) with three other dudes on their bikes.

"Marko!" I called out, both relieved and wary. These weren't normally the kinds of kids my cousin would hang out with. I didn't know what exactly was going on, but I did know that Marko had changed- the look he gave me when I called out his name just confirmed my suspicion. He glared at me. Glared at me in an annoyed, angry way. Even when Marko was furious, he never glared that mean, accusing glare he'd just thrown me.

"Get out of here, Megan," he growled, and I took a step back, startled.

"Wh-what's going on?" I asked shakily, noticing for the first time that the two creepy kids were hovering in their store, eyes fixated on me and the group before me. It annoyed me, but not as much as Marko's attitude was frightening me.

"Marko...what's wrong?" I asked again and he rolled his hard eyes.

"The only thing that's wrong is that you're following me around like some obsessed little puppy. Get lost and leave me alone," he growled, hopped on his bike, and sped off. The four other kids- three guys, one girl- all stared balefully at me and then followed Marko. I just stood there, dumbfounded. What was going on?

"Hey, c'mon," a deep voice murmured and I looked up, startled. One of the creepy kids- the one with the chestnut hair- was standing in front of me, offering his hand. I blinked for a moment, and then hesitantly took it.

He pulled me along, through the crowd, into the comic book store. Immediately the other kid started closing the big doors of the store and locking them tightly. I watched, appalled and wondering exactly why I was there...but ultimately still deeply disturbed by Marko's behavior.

After the doors had been shut and locked, the two kids turned to me, their eyes awed, confused, and concerned. "Do you know those guys?" the chestnut-haired kid asked me.

I shook my head. "Just Marko...the one I was arguing with," I replied and the kids exchanged a glance.

"Who are you guys, anyway? Why are you determined to make me believe in vampires?" I demanded, finally remembering my original mission.

"I'm Edgar and this is my brother, Allan," the chestnut-haired boy explained, and I almost laughed. Edgar and Allan. Cute. Instead all I did was lift an eyebrow and wait for him to continue.

"We're vampire hunters," Edgar went on and I scoffed.

"Yeah, sure. And I'm a vampire," I retorted. Immediately, I regretted that. In a heartbeat, Allan had me pinned to the floor, a stake held threateningly above my heart. "Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed, kicking and squirming.

At the same time, Edgar grabbed his brother and wrenched him away from me. I glared at them both. "What the hell was he doing, trying to kill me?"

Edgar fixed me with a hard stare. "As a matter of fact, he was. You said you were a vampire. We take our job very seriously." I almost laughed, but my anger won over.

"Your so-called 'job' is about fighting things that don't exist!" I spat viciously as I stood up, watching them with wary uncertainty. My dream came back again- if they were really what they said they were, then I had to watch myself around them.

Edgar didn't flinch like I expected him to. Nor did Allan, although he curled his lip at me in distaste. "They do exist. And you seem to be caught in the middle of it all. 'Marko' is a vampire- or at least, he's hanging around with a coven of them. And that puts you and your whole family in extreme danger. Do you know how many times vampires have destroyed families?" Edgar's eyes grew dark and sad, and I wondered what he was thinking about.

Suddenly, I felt overwhelming pity for him. The expression on his face was one of complete despair, as if he were remembering the most tragic event in all of history. Glancing at the two hippies, once again asleep behind the counter, I wondered if they were really the brothers' parents. They looked a bit old...

Edgar followed my gaze and his eyes hardened once more. "They ruin a lot of families," he continued. "So either you sacrifice yours or you kill Marko."

My eyes grew wide with horror. "What?" I screeched in outrage, forgetting the pity I felt. "You want me to kill my cousin?"

"It's the only way to save your family," Edgar replied with a shrug. Allan looked on- there was no compassion in either of their eyes, and I saw that they truly believed in vampires and the evil that lived inside them.

But I, however, had had enough. "No. You both are lunatics, and I'm through playing your little mind games!" I yelled, marched through the front door, and stormed away.

That night, the front door slammed loudly, jarring me awake with a gasp. My heart pounded as I glanced at my alarm clock- 3 a.m. Who in this family would be coming home so late? Unless...it wasn't my family! The blood drained from my head at the thought, but the instinct to protect my home was greater than my fear.

Carefully, I eased myself out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat that leaned against a corner in my room. Ignoring my fluttering heart, I crept out into the dark hallway and made my way downstairs.

I stopped dead when I heard a rustling in the kitchen. Following the sound, I turned the corner and raised my bat. A shadow moved. I uttered a battlecry and leaped. I hit the shadow square in the side and someone moaned. Reaching for the light switch, I gasped and fell backwards with shock. Embarrassment colored my face.

Marko glared up at me from a pained face. I smiled meekly. "Hi, Marko."

Chapter 3! Hope you guys liked it! No flames please.