Truth, Justice, And The American Way Tribes by LongLostFrogSister

Summary: 15-year-old Danny Marquette moves to the unusal Santa Carla. There, she is constantly running into four boys. But not during th day. She takes her 13-year-old brother and 15-year-old twin brother to the comic book store and she winds up meeting to boys who work there. They end up being friends with her and tell her what's going on in Santa Carla. Danny isn't suprised. Her old town had vampires also. Soon Danny joins Edgar and Alan Frog on their vampire hunts and she falls for Alan. Will they be together forever, or will the vampires come between them?
Categories: Lost Boys
Characters: Alan Frog, David, Dwayne, Edgar Frog, Grandpa, Laddie, Lucy Emerson, Marko, Max, Michael Emerson, Paul, Sam Emerson, Star
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance, Supernatural, Suspense
Pairing(s): Alan/Original Character
Warnings: Character Death
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 3 Completed: No Word count: 3451 Read: 8040 Published: 13 May 2013 Updated: 15 May 2013
Story Notes:
This is a little before the Sam and Michael situation. Sooo yeah. Enjoy!

1. Santa Carla by LongLostFrogSister

2. I'm not the only one who's crazy! by LongLostFrogSister

3. New Comers by LongLostFrogSister


Santa Carla by LongLostFrogSister

Author's Notes:
First Chapter! Yay! :)
I stared out the car window. The car ride wa silent until mom spoke up,"We're here!"

"Finally," my twin brother, Toby, muttered. My brothers weren't to happy about moving. I was. I hated where we used to live. All the damn vampires. But, I'm sure Santa Carla won't have any vampires. Will it?

I have black hair that is cut like a boy's. For a girl it's called a pixie-cut.So yeah, I have a pixie-cut. I have dark brown eyes and I'm 15 years old. I read a lot of horror comics and books. I also watch a lot of horror films. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts etc. are all real. No one ever believed me and that's why I really never made friends. Because they al thought I was crazy and weird. We're moving to Santa Carla. Where no one knows me. I am just gonna act normal and make some friends!

I have a little brother and a twin brother. Gordie, is thirteen years old. He has light brown hair and tan skin. He has braces and he's quite skinny. Gordie is a smart kid. Though he also gets beat up and picked on by other kids.

Toby in my twin brother. He is 4 minutes older than me though. He always rubs it in my face though. He looks a lot like me, though his skin is just a little lighter.

I love my brothers. They are like my friends if anyone isn't.

We arrived at our new house. It was a light green color, cucumber type color. It had four bedrooms. Yipee all the children get their own room! It was planted right on the edge of town, along with other houses.

I jumped out of the car with my backpack. I raced toward the door, knowing whoever gets to a room first, they get it. My brothers ran out of the car too, but I had already chosen a good room.

"Hey, no fair!" Toby said standing in my door way.

"It's completely fair, I got here first!" I smiled at him and chuckled. After I had claimed my room, I went to collect the rest of my stuff.

In two hours, my room looked perfect. My posters of Michael Jackson, The Doors, and all my other favorite artists were all hung up on my walls. My bed was made, and everything was arranged how I wanted it.

"Danny!" I heard my brothers call from downstairs.

"Hm?" I leaned against the stair railing.

"Well, are you coming?" Gordie asked.

"Where?" I asked confused.

"To the theme park, remember?" Toby said as if I was stupid.

"Oh, yeah! Wait just a minute! I have to get my shoes!" I ran back up the stairs and pulled on my white converse. I threw on my hat and shoved my wallet in my pocket. I ran back down the stairs. Then we left for the theme park.

We walked there because it was really nice out. The sun was setting and it was nightfall by the time we got there. We went on a couple rides then just started walkin around and checking out stuff.

"I'm hungry can we get something to eat?" Gordie asked.

"Yeah sure, Gordo!" I saiud and we walked over to a little shop. Toby and Gordie ordered some food while I picked a table outside. I gave them money for the food and sat down as they walked off. Just out of the corner of my eye, I saw four biker-looking dudes. They looked about seventeen though. Isaw them watching me. I turned my head to look at them. I was right they were staring at me.

The first one had bleach blond hair- almost white. The second one had curly blond hair. The third one had dark brown hair. He looked kinda scary. But then, they all did. The fourth one was blond and his hair looked like twisted sisters'. They all had long hair and were on there dirt bikes when a teenage girl and a little boy went up to them. The girl got on the back of the bleach blonde's bike and the little boy, on the back of the brunette's. They sped off. I could still feel the brunette's eyes on me. Boy, they were creepy!

Toby and Gordie came back with the food. I started shovling french fries in my mouth and Toby took a big bite out of a burger.

"You two eat like pigs!" Gordie stared at us in disgust.

With our mouths full of food, at the same time, Toby and I said,"Can't help it!"

After we were finished eating, Gordie pointed out to a store on the board walk, "Look a comic book store!"

My brothers and I loved comics. They were more into the super hero type stuff, and I was more into the horror comics. We entered the store. There were to adults asleep on a bench, and a couple of other peole, here and there. Toby and Gordie instantly found the type of comics they like. I, however, could not find the horror comics.

I saw a guy with a box of comics, stacking them on the shelves. He had dark brown hair and eyes. He had tan skin. I supposed he worked here, since he had that box of comics, so I confronted him, "Can you show me where the horror comics are, please?"

"Right this way, miss," he led me through the store and to the section I was looking for.

"Thank you!" I thanked him. I picked up a comic that looked interesting. It was called Destroy All Vampires. I could tell that he was still standing there.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

"Danny Marquette. What's your's?" I replied.

"Alan. Alan Frog," he stuck his hand out and I shook it. "You new here?"

"Yeah. We just arrived today." Then I pointed ou my brothers, "That one, is my twin brother, Toby. And the other one is my little brother, Gordie."

I realized we still held hands. I let go and blushed.

"That's my brother, Edgar," he pointed to a boy with brown hair and a piece of cloth tied around his head.

Alan looked at the comic I held in my hand, "That's a good choice. That one is real helpful."

I gave him a questioning look.

"I'll explain later," Alan said, "Can I get your number?"

"Yeah sure!" He handed me a sharpie and I wrote it down on his hand. Just then, Toby and Gordie came up to me, "Are you ready to check out?" Gordo asked.

"Yeah," I handed the sharpie back to Alan, "See ya!" I smiled at him.

"Bye!" He smiled back. We paid for the comics and walked back home. I crashed down on my bed and smiled. I had just met the cutest guy, and he asked for my number!! Best day ever!
End Notes:
Look for the next chapter soon!

I'm not the only one who's crazy! by LongLostFrogSister

Author's Notes:
Hmmm.... What's going to happen this chapter?
I woke up. I was still in my clothes from yesterday. Then I remembered all that happened last night, as if someone had just spilled a bucket of water on my head. I smiled, squealed, and skipped down the stairs.

"Good morning! Good morning!" I sing-songed. Gordie was sitting at the table eating some Cocoa Puffs and Mom was doing the dishes. "What's with you?" My mom asked.

"She met a boy last night. He asked for her number," Gordie said through bites of cereal.

"A boy? I'd like to meet him before you start getting close." She narrowed her eyes at me. She returned to dishes and asked, "What's his name?"

"Alan Frog," I put two waffles in the toaster.

"Frog?" She asked. I nodded. "That's a weird last name!"

"No it's not!" I defended. Mom just chuckled. I turned to the toaster. When the waffles popped up, it made me jump. I hate that. I sat down at the table with Gordo. I purposely stared at him to annoy him. At first, he tried to ignore it, but then he looked back at me and said, "Would you quit staring at me!" I started to laugh, and he couldn't help but smile to. He tried not to smile, but he couldn't help it. Toby came from his room and stole a bite of my waffles an Gordie's cereal. Toby was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, he had his shoes on. Odd. He usually is in his pjs all day.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm going out to look for a job for the summer," Toby continued, "save up my money for..... well I don't know what I'm saving for. I'm just saving."

"Well that's good!" My mom said., "You should make some new friends while your at it."

"Yeah, ok," he replied. I finished my waffles, and sat in the living room and watched Spongebob. Yeah, I know. The kid inside of me never died! The phone started to ring. I hopped up from the couch and tripped over the coffee table. I scrambled up and picked up the phone. I heard my family laugh and I answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Danny?" The voice on the other end asked.

"Yup, sure is!" I replied.

"Hey, it's Alan. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?" He asked.

"Yeah of course!" I smiled.

"Okay, do you mind if my brother comes?" Alan asked me.

"Yeah sure!"

" 'Kay. Where do you live?" He asked. (I know, so many questions.)

"234 Bay St. ," I answered.

"Hey, that's close to where I live! I'll be there in ten minutes and we'll walk into town."

"Okay! See ya then!" I said. We hung up. Ten minutes. I rushed to my room and put on some clean clothes. I put in a black tanktop, grey skinny jeans, and my white converse. I made sure my hair looked okay, then I went down the stairs.

"Someone's got a date?" Gordie wiggled his eyebrows.

"No it's not a date. We're just hanging out!" I glared at him.

"You wish it was a date, though," he replied back, picking on me.

"Yes, I do," I said, not denieing it. Gordie just laughed at me.


Alan's P.O.V.


I got off the phone with Danny. I was so excited. I really liked this girl. She was pretty, cute, funny, an she was different from other girls. Danny isn't afraid to be herself and doesn't try to be someone she's not.

Edgar and I locked the house. Our parents are hardly ever home. Danny's house was just down the street from ours. We started walking
over there. "You like her don't you," Edgar teased me.

"Maybe." I smiled. Not maybe. I was positive I liked her.

I knocked on her door and her little brother, Gordie, answered. Before I could say anything, he turned his head and said, "Danny, your friends are here!"

She came to the door and Gordie left back into the house.

"Hey," she closed the door behind her.

"Hi," I said.


Danny's P.O.V.


"Hey," I said.

"Hi," he smiled at me.

"You must be Edgar," I turned to Alan's brother.

"You must be Danny," he said back. We started to walk into town.

"So, where ya from?" Alan asked.

"Roseburg, Oregon," I say.

"What's it like there? I bet it's different from here." Edgar says.

"Actually not really," I said, "They are kind of similar. Except that Roseburg has something different though."

"What?" Alan looked at me.

"Forget it," I say, "You wouldn't believe it anyway."

"There's a lot of things people don't believe," I heard Edgar mutter. We all got a soda and walked along the boardwalk.

"Let's go fijnd a table," Edgar said. We sat down by the railing, a perfect view of the ocean. It was quiet for a minute until Alan spoke up, "Notice anything unusual about Santa Carla?"

"It's not very different from Roseburg," I reassured.

"I highly doubt that," Edgar said.

"Oh yeah, how?" I said.

"You believe that vampires are real?" He asked. I was silent.

I heard Alan kick Edgar under the table and whisper to him, "Great! Now she thinks we're weirdos!"

"No, I don't," I told Alan.

"You don't?" Alan looked suprise.

I shook my head, "Vampires. They are all over Roseburg. I've seen them. I almost got attacked by one. I told people at my school and I told my family. No one ever believed me. Rumors around school spread. And soon I didn't have any friends. People picked on me and beat me up after that. The only friend I had was my dog." I chuckled at the last part.

"We're used to being called weird. People just ignore us." Alan said.

"That comic store," Edgar shook his head, "We're deticated to a higher purpose. We're fighters for truth, justice, and the American way!"

"We are vampire hunters," Alan said. "We've been aware of a lot of vampire activity in Santa Carla for a long while, now."

Everything made sense. Why Alan said that comic would be helpful. Why Santa Carla was so much like Roseburg. It all made sense.

"We could use another person to help," Alan raised his eyebrows, "I mean, if you want. You don't have to."

I smiled, "Yeah, sure. I know a thing or two about vampires."

"Really? You will?" Alan asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Great! Keep an eye out for suspicious characters. Oh, and all those missing posters, are the cause of vampires. Keep a low profile, if a vampire finds out you're hunting them, they will target you," Edgar warned.

"Okay. So do you guys need any help at the shop?" I asked. Alan looked to Edgar and nodded.

"Nine a.m. to ten p.m., Monday through Friday," Edgar looked back at me. I nodded.

We walked back. It was about five 'o clock. Their house is past mine so they continued walking.

"Bye guys!" I said.

"See ya!" They said.

I turned to open the door, but then heard, "Danny wait!" I turned around, to see Alan running up to me.

"Yeah?" I say. He nervously leaned in and kissed my cheek. I smiled and so did he.

"See ya tommorrow?" Alan asked.

"Yeah." I smile at him. He makes his way down the road and waves to me. I wave back and then go inside.


Alan's P.O.V.


I cannot believe I just did that. She smiled at me after that. As I walked down the street and I waved to her. She waved back. I ran and caught up with Edgar. He wiggled his eyebrows and I nudged him. He nudged me back. I couldn't help but smile the whole way home.


Danny's P.O.V.


I closed the door behind me and smiled. Then, Gordie and Toby ran from my room and towards their own.

"Hey! Stop right there!" I snapped. They froze and turned around slowly. I went up to them. "What were you two doing in my room?"

"Heh heh, what're you talking about? We weren't in your room!" Toby laughed nervously.

"Toby, I'm not stupid." I folded my arms over my chest. They were silent. I glared at them and then pointed to the couch. They scurried over and sat down. I paced around the couch.

"I have ways of making you talk." I pause in front of the couch and look to Gordie.

"Oh, no," Gordie spits out.

"Gordo," I said mischevously. I run quickly to his room and back. I had picked up a comic that took him years to find. One that was rare.

"Don't say anything Gordo. " Toby said. Gordie just sat there wide eyed. I opened a drawer and pulled out a lighter. I lit it and held it apart from the comic.

"No!" Gordie said quickly.

"Tell me what happened Gordie," I said moving the two objects together slowly.

"Don't do it Gordo!" Toby urged.

"No!" Gordie repeated.

"Tell me!" I said. Toby and I ranted on and on telling him two different things to do. Gordie is bad under pressure. When the lighter was about an inch from the comic, Gordie hopped up andc said, "Fine! We read your diary! I swear it was Toby's idea!"

I let him have the comic. He hugged it tightly and ran to his room. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at Toby.
"Do you have anything you want to say?"

"Uhm.. You have a very interesting life?" He guessed.

"I'm gonna get back at you!" I assured him. He scampered off to his room. I was going to have to find a new hiding place for my journal.

I was lying in my bed. It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep. I sat up and looked out my window. I could've swore I saw someone sitting on a branch outside my window. I looked closer and saw the shape of a figure. I couldn't see who it was but they had long dark hair. The night time made it nearly impossible to see. The figure started moving towards my window. I got scared and turned on my lamp. When I turned it on, no one was there.
End Notes:
Watch for the next chapter! :)

New Comers by LongLostFrogSister

Author's Notes:
Third chapta! VICTORY SCREECH!!
I've been working at the comic book store for a while now. Summer job. Not too bad. Plus, I get to work with my two best friends.

I lie in my bed Thursday morning. It's seven 'o clock. I have tok be at the shop in two hours. I hop out of bed and take a quick shower. Then, I get dressed and go downstairs and eat my daily waffles. I tell my mom that I'm leaving it's 8:30 now. I get my headphones and my skateboard and head to work. I listen to music on my way there. As I go, I see really strange people. The kind of people who have too many pierceings, tattoos, and too much or too less clothing. I saw people with hairstyles that you don't see everyday, people smoking, giving tattoos. I even saw a girl kissing a rat.

I then saw a car pass by. This car had a uhaul attatched to it. New comers. There was a boy on a dirt bike following the car. Inside of the car was a woman and another boy. I couldn't quite exactly see what they looked like, for the car went by too fast. I shrugged it off.

When I got to the shop, I put my skate board in the back. I heard someone behind me say, "Hey, Danny! What's up?"

"The sky," I say to Alan.

"Ha-ha!" He fakes a laugh.

I go to the cash register, my usual position. Not many customers come today. I think we got about 5 or 6 customers just between 9-12. Then our boss let us out for our lunch break. Alan, Edgar, and I go to a burger joint not to far from the store.

"This morning, as I was on my way over here, I saw three different people. I suppose their moving here. Had a Uhaul attatched to the car." I told Edgar and Alan.

"You get a good look at them?" Edgar asked.

"Nah," I reply.

"Hope it isn't more vampires," Alan says, "we already have enough of those." We start walking back to the comic book shop. It was a long day, and now it's dark out at 8:00. Two more hours.

I was singing quietly to myself since I left my mp3 with my skateboard. When a boy walked into the store. He looked about my age and he was wearing some odd clothes. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.

Alan waved me over to him, since I wasn't busy with customers.

"Is that one of the new people?" He asked me.

"I don't know. Maybe. I've never seen him around here before." I say.

Alan and I follow him over to the Batman comics. So does Edgar.

"Is there a problem guys?" The boy said.

"Just scoping your civilian wardrobe," Edgar said.

"Pretty cool, huh?" He replied.

"For a fashion victim." Alan said.

"If you're looking for the diet frozen-yogurt bar it went out of business last summer," Edgar told the boy.

The boy corrected him, "Actually, I'm looking for a Batman, #14."

"That's a very serious book, man," Edgar said.

"Only five in existence." Alan added. I just stayed quiet.

"Four, actually," The boy named Sam, corrected again, " I'm always lookin' out for the other three."

Sam looked at the shelf and said, "You can't put Superman , #77 with the 200s. They haven't even discovered red kryptonite yet. And you can't put the #98 with the
End Notes:
Sorry! I haven't finished the chapter! I promise I will though! Promise!
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