The Cullen Family Meets The Lost Boys

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WARNING
GRUESOME GORY GROSS HORRIFYING DESCRIPTIONS
next chapter will be a recap/summary

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"Edgar we have a problem."

"What is it?" Edgar sat in their hotel room sharpening his stakes and slipping them into the old, worn, garlic laced bag he carried everywhere.

"Sam. He's dead."

There was silence from the blond brown-haired Frog. The dark-haired Frog looked at him sadly. "How?" Edgar's voice turned deep and rocky, it was far from his usual gruff town.

"Someone or something attacked him. Quite possibly the ones who killed the rest of the Emerson family."

"What wounds?" The blond brown was unable to form coherent complex and long sentences caused by the grief that held him at the throat.

"Broken neck, mutilated body, his blood gone. All of it."

"We'll avenge him. Him and everyone else those monsters killed. We'll destroy them." Edgar's voice shook in grief and anger and his whole being trembled with fury. "We'll kill them." There was a murderous glint in his eye.

Both remaining hunters knew the only thing that would stop them would be their own death and/or destruction. Take your pick, they certainly didn't want to.