First Staked (Alan Frog/The Lost Boys)

Chapter #14: The Plan

A short while later, we pulled up to the entrance of the boardwalk. Sam and I practically fell out of the car from how rushed we were to get to the Frog's comic book store. With a wave and a 'thank you' to Ms. Emerson, Sam and I started walking hurriedly through the already large crowd. I held onto Sam's shirt with one hand to keep us together until we arrived at the shop.

When we finally came up to Frog Comics, Alan and Edgar had just gotten there as well and were locking their bikes up outside. They both looked over at Sam and I as we approached, smiling at me, but stared surprised at Sam. Probably shocked that he was still alive after last night.

Since this morning, Alan had showered and changed into a green camouflage jacket with a white "wife-beater" tank top underneath it, army cargo pants, boots and of course his other dogtag.
Edgar had on his red flannel and white "Why Waltz When You Can Rock n Roll" shirt on again underneath a green jacket with the sleeves rolled up, camouflage cargo pants, boots and a dark green bandana tied around his head. He eyed me as Sam and I walked closer and snickered.

I raised an eyebrow at him and decided to break the awkward silence.
    "What's so funny, Edgar?"

He smirked.
    "You. What you're wearing. Alan has his own mini-me!"

I rolled my eyes at him.
    "Oh you're funny, Frog."
I walked over to Alan then, who put his arm around me.

    "Well I'm definitely not complaining. I think she looks hot as hell." He supported, giving my side a squeeze.

    "Ahem." Sam cleared his throat, making all three of us look at him.
Oh...right.
    "Speaking of hell..."
For once, the Frogs took the time to listen to Sam rather intently as he told them about what had happened at Max's house. Towards the end of the story though, they both turned away from him and started unlocking the doors to the shop, still listening as Sam finished.
    "So then the dog started chasing my mom like the Hounds of Hell in "Vampires Everywhere"!"

Edgar, opening the store's first door, was first to respond.
    "We've been aware of some very serious vampire activity in this town for a long time."

    "Santa Carla's become a haven for the undead." Alan added on, opening up the second door.

    "As a matter of fact - we're almost certain that ghouls and werewolves occupy high positions at city hall." Edgar continued.
My eyebows raised at that one. Was Edgar for real? Ghouls, werewolves AND vampires in Santa Carla? It sounded absolutely insane, but at this point I'd believe anything.

Sam stood in the entrance to the store while the brothers walked into the shop and started arranging things for the store to open up for the day. Alan though, paused for a moment to speak again.

    "Kill your brother. You'll feel better." He stated bluntly, nodding and even offering Sam a slight smile before following his brother behind the register.

Sam and I, both dumbfounded at Alan's comment, looked from each other to back at the boys, jaws agape.

    "Look guys, my brother's not a bloodsucker!" Sam insisted. He pointed down at the "Vampires Everywhere" comic that he held in his hand. 
    "Look, it says here that if you kill the "head vampire", all "half vampires" will return to normal."
He walked further into the shop, following the brothers who appeated to be only half listening to him.
    "Guys, if my brother's a vampire, believe me - he's only half!"

    "Does your brother know who the head vampire is?" Edgar asked now.

Sam shook his head.
    "No, I don't think so."