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Elle: Thanks for reviewing! :) Yep, I've been building Charlotte upfor this story. She won't be as main a character as the vampire hunters but she's definitely important for one of the characters. ^^

The group had split after school. Apart from Edgar and Alan, everyone else had gone straight to the mall to start their dance attire hunt, dragging along a ranting Bridget with them. The brothers had gone straight to the comic store on the Boardwalk to do their afternoon shift. Alan breathed a sigh with relief as he made his way in through the entrance to the one place he always felt comfortable and at home in. The store was almost empty and filled with comics to sneakily read in between jobs. Absolutely perfect. Uncle Gerry was busy switching some comics around in the aisle and clipping new issues up. Their father worked the till, attending to the shops' sole customer and gave the boys a brief nod when they came in. Only Edgar returned it.

"You don't look well, Dad," Edgar commented, walking around the counter and he dumped his bag on a chair near the television. His eyebrows knitted together in a frown, taking in his father's pale, gaunt face. His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses but Edgar knew they were covering dark shadows.

"I'm fine, son. Just a cold."

"Maybe you should rest."

Their father smiled, peering at his eldest son over his round sunglasses. Edgar could just about see his father's smile behind his long, bushy beard and moustache.

"I can do a couple more hours. I've been working most of the morning and I've managed that." He thanked the customer politely as he handed the boy a plastic bag full of comics and turned to pat Edgar on the shoulder when the boy left.

"How was school?" He looked towards Alan who had settled himself against the counter, nose already buried in a Spider Man comic. He still kept his smile when the youngest Frog glanced up after sensing eyes on him but Alan didn't return the cheerful expression. He shrugged, looking back down at his comic.

"Fine," he mumbled.

"We're going to the dance on Friday," Edgar added.

Mr Frog laughed. "The Valentine's Day Dance? You two?"

"It's Bonnie's birthday that day as well. She's using it as a celebration."

"Far out!" Their father said, beaming at the boys. "It's nice to see you two with more friends and doing this kind of stuff. You'll have a blast. It was the Valentine's Day Dance where I had one of my first dates with your mom, you know. We had our first dance to Love Affair." He pointed to his sons as he left the counter with a grin. "You never know. You could meet your future wife there."

Edgar wrinkled his nose as Alan continued to read his comic but there was a clear redness in his younger brother's cheeks. At his sons' obvious distaste in the idea of dating and girls, Mr Frog laughed out and left the boys at the counter to go into the storeroom at the back. But since the mention of the Valentine's Day dance, he was now shuffling his way to the room singing Everlasting Love.

"I'd rather single-handedly fight five vampires at once," Edgar said with a small grunt of disapproval. "I guess some good will come out of this dance if we can use it to hunt. We'll take it as a job."

"I don't think the school will pay us for keeping guard," Alan said with an amused smile.

"Cheapskates," Edgar muttered. He nodded when a couple of comics appeared in front of him on the counter. Moving the first one aside to see what else the customer chose, Edgar nodded in approval and started to tap in the price.

"Daredevil issues one hundred and eighty four and one hundred and eighty five. Good choices," he said to the girl.

"Two of Frank Miller's best," Alan added. "Oh, that reminds me…" He moved away from the counter, going straight to the Batman section on the other side of the aisle. He quickly collected a thicker comic and brought it over to the counter with some of his money.

"We've already got The Dark Knights Returns," Edgar said. "We have that exact volume."

"No, this is for Bridget. Bonnie introduced her to Batman recently and she's hooked. I thought she might like this miniseries." He counted his money carefully.

"Get the girl to pay for her own comics," Edgar muttered.

"It's a gift," he answered and frowned at his brother's shaking head. "What?"

"Never mind," Edgar sighed, gathering the correct change."

"I was looking for Days of Future Past as well. That X-Men storyline," the customer said.

"We don't have that in stock at the moment." He carefully slipped the comics in a bag and handed it to her along with her change. "Sorry."

She shook her head, black hair gently bouncing as she did, and she poked her slipping glasses back up her nose. "No worries," she said and walked out, taking out one of the comics to read already. When she was around the corner, she looked back once with a sneer and tossed the bag into the bin along with her glasses. Her posture changed, straightening her back and taking on a cat-like grace as she slinked past humans and marched straight to the railings. She stood next to a boy who looked about sixteen, still with his smooth, boyish features but his cold, brown eyes looked much older. The breeze blew at his dark hair as he stared out into the calm ocean, reflecting the black of the night sky above.

"You were quick," he said. "I needed you to properly observe the Frogs."

"Found out something better," she replied, smiling at him. "There's a dance on at the high school. They're all going to be there for vampire hunting." She laughed at the idea, shaking her head.

"Something funny, Ruby?"

"They look like a pair of idiotic kids. Weak and probably don't know which is the right end of the stake. Seriously, Logan? These are the Frog brothers?"

Logan raised an eyebrow at his blood sister. "Those idiotic kids killed a whole pack of vampires last summer and in these last eight months have been staking vampire after vampire successfully. And they're not alone. There's a whole gang of them hunting down our kind. Haven't you been paying attention?"

Ruby shrugged, twirling a lock of black hair around her finger. "Almost killed a whole pack. Marko survived."

"Barely. You're making the same mistake Marko's pack made. They underestimated those teenagers and set out to kill them without a plan. If you want to be able to kill your enemies, you need to do your research. Don't waltz in and improvise."

"We've been watching them for eight months," Ruby said. "I think it's time to start acting."

"I'll go to this dance then. See what we can use." He suddenly grinned, correcting himself quickly. "Who we can use."

Ruby didn't return his grin, still in the mood for arguing. "Just do something, Logan," she said. "Marko's getting impatient. And so is your father."

"I will," Logan snapped. "Am I the only one here who knows how to have a bit of fun with revenge?"

"I think you're mistaking fun for procrastinating," Ruby muttered and Logan elbowed her.

"You two kids have no creativity," he said and nodded for her to follow him through the crowds of the Boardwalk. They dodged people easily, eyes scanning for a possible meal later on in the night. At the sign of the Boardwalk, Marko stood by himself. He was silent, arms folded and his expression was serious and blank. It still stung every time he came onto the Boardwalk, now that he was fully healed. Just near the sign there were some railings and that was one of the spots he used to lurk near with David, Dwayne, and Paul. It seemed empty now, bare without the four of them hanging out and observing the crowds around them. He glanced back, still quiet as Logan and Ruby joined him. While Logan had taken him into their small pack, helping him gain back his strength and promising that he was going to help Marko make those hunters pay for killing his family, he couldn't quite get attached to them.

Logan smirked as he came up to Marko, a smirk that reminded him too much of David. But Logan wasn't David. It was hard to have respect for a vampire who even looked younger than those brat hunters he wanted to see torn to pieces. David led but he never controlled and Logan had this problem. His pack, his rules. That was the way it was. After eight months, those hunters were still alive and Logan didn't seem to mind this. Apparently it took time to make sure the revenge plan was perfect. And maybe he did have to take a couple of months to properly heal from his injuries. But after that, they should have acted. Instead, he had to stay away from Santa Carla to make sure he wasn't spotted by the hunters who still thought they had killed him in that cave. But now he was back and too much time had been spent letting those brats run about.

"There's a dance on at the high school," Logan said to Marko. "I'm going there to see what I can find out."

"There's nothing to find out," Marko said. "Just track them down one by one and kill them."

"Killing them is too easy."

Marko growled, looking away irritated. "Killing them is what they deserve."

"I've told you. A whole group of friends going missing will look too suspicious. Split them up. Turn them against each other. It's enough."

"It's a weak revenge."

Logan laughed, slapping Marko on the back. "Just be patient and watch. It's perfect."

"Maybe I'm fed up of being patient. If nothing gets done, I'm sorting it out myself," Marko warned and Logan's cheery face disappeared. He leaned closer, looking down on the short vampire and scowled.

"If you go around on a murdering spree you'll get us exposed. Even after last summer you're still wanting to act recklessly. Use your head for once, kid. Don't forget. If I think you're a danger to this pack or to vampires in general, I don't mind getting rid of you."

Marko scowled back, narrowing his eyes. He couldn't match Logan's height but he could match that stare. He shrugged casually and kept his glare until Logan backed away and returned to smirking.

"You need to learn that killing is an easy option. I'm sure your old pack used to like a bit of messing around. Fucking with someone until they crack."

"Meals," Marko said. "We played our games but that was just a bit of fun for feeding. If anyone was a threat, we killed them immediately."

"Then it's time to learn what the best revenge really is for a hunter. They're not afraid of dying. They're out there risking their lives already. If they die, they die a hero. So why give them that? If you want to mess them up, then there's only one way to really fuck them up. Let them find out what's it's like to be turning into the thing they loathe the most."

Marko scoffed. "You're out of your mind if you think I'd let one of those brats in this pack."

"Good thing this is my pack then and I make the decisions," Logan said. "Tough shit, Marko. I've already got an idea of which hunter I'm having some fun with."

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