Chapter One: TV Prophecy

Sam rushed down the boardwalk towards the Frog Brothers' Comic Shop. Tonight, he and the brothers were going to have a night off from vampire hunting, which took a lot of convincing that the world could survive one night without them, and were going to pull an all night monster/horror movie marathon.

He swung open the door and walked in, dumping out the bag of movies he had. There were about ten he had brought. Alan stared in disbelief. Edgar glanced at his watch.

"It's almost midnight! How the hell are we going to watch all of these?" Edgar said.

"Well, if we don't fall asleep-" Sam began.

He was cut off by Edgar. "Or if vampires don't destroy everyone in Santa Carla,"

Sam continued, ignoring the vampire hunter's comment. "We can watch maybe half of these, then watch the rest tomorrow. Sound good?"

Alan and Edgar exchanged a glance. They did most of the time when they either didn't feel like talking, or just knew what the other was going to say.

"And miss another day of killing bloodsuckers? I don't think so.."

This time, Sam interrupted Edgar.

"Oh come on! You don't seriously think that vampires will take over the whole world in one night do you?"

"Well..." Edgar continued on.

"Oh well. Let's just go watch the movies before you go into a mental breakdown over a few sets of fangs."

Sam walked into the back room, then upstairs to the actual house part of the shop. There were two couches, sitting opposite of each other to the left and right of the TV set, and a simple chair straight ahead of the television. Sam walked over to the VCR and put in his copy of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and sat in the chair.

Only a few seconds into the movie, the Television went into a white noise. It flickered on and off, followed by the flickering of the lights in the house. In a moment, all of the lights turned off, leaving them all in complete darkness.

"The one time I get you two to do something normal and there's a blackout!" Sam stuck his hands in front of himself and found his way to the window. Looking out, he saw every other light in Santa Carla on. This wasn't a blackout.

The television flickered on quickly, then shut off. A voice sounded from the set, sounding familiar, yet no one in the room could put their finger on who it belonged to.

"Stick together through everything..." It said, sounding like it was everywhere in the room. "Let nothing tear you apart...not love, not courage, not fangs. Nothing. Stand together and achieve what you have to, get rid of any threat..."

The voice faded off, and the lights came back on. The movie continued playing on like nothing had ever happened.

"Did the TV just...talk?" Sam said, staring at the now normal television.

"It was nothing. Just...nothing." Edgar stated. "Let's just...continue with the movie..."

The next day, Alan was first to wake up. He was the first to fall asleep last night, too. Not even making it through the third movie. He walked downstairs and opened the shop. The boardwalk was open now, and hopefully that day someone would just wonder in.

His eye lids started failing him, closing, trying to make him sleep. But the sound of the door opening woke him up. He glanced from the comic book he had nearly fallen asleep reading, to find that a girl had wondered into the shop. A girl. In a comic shop. It had to be his lucky day.

She had long blond hair, reaching to the middle of her back. Her hazel eyes almost mimicked Alan's brown.

He glanced around to see if his brother was there. He wasn't. Thank God. At least now, he'd have some kind of chance with her.

The girl was looking at a comic book, flipping through the pages and skimming each one of them. She turned around in a quick spin, and noticing Alan, she spoke.

"Oh, um, do yo know where the book that sounds almost like this is?" Her voice had a very light tone to it, almost like she was singing while she spoke.

He looked at the comic in her hand- Destroy All Vampires. Well, at least she was smart enough to grab one of the 'Survival Manuals' first.

Alan thought for a moment of what she could be talking about. One came to mind.

"Vampires Everywhere?" He asked.

"Yeah. That's the one." She replied, starting to walk towards the counter.

"Right behind where you got that one, actually," Alan glanced once more for any sight of his brother. "And you can have it. For free, I mean. It's a pretty important comic for someone living in Santa Carla."

"Seriously? For free? Thanks, I guess, but I'm coming back tomorrow to pay for it." The girl waved, and started walking out the door.

"Your name, by the way?" She asked.

"Alan. Alan Frog." He told her.

"Natalie Jackle. Nice to meet you, Alan. And thanks, again, for the book." She backed out of the store, book in hand.

"Got yourself a girl there, Alan?" Sam teased, walking in from the back room.

"What? No...she just wanted to know where a book was, so I told her." Alan defended.

"Uh huh. Which is why she was flirting with you, right?"

Alan sighed. There was no point arguing with a fashion victim. But, he was kind of right. He did like Natalie, he was sure of that. But there was no way he would tell Sam. Or Edgar. He would be teased for an eternity. All he had to do now, was wait. Until tomorrow, when she came back in. Maybe she knew vampires were real, too. Maybe she didn't. Maybe she just wanted something to read. Who knows?

The lights flickered again.

"Again? Really?" Sam exclaimed.

"She's the one...you need her to finish this. Do not let her go..." The voice said. Then, once again, it was gone.

Well, what did you think? Trust me, it's going to pick up. I have a lot planned for this.

Please R&R!

-NAT-

HOPE YOU LIKED IT!