Valerie gulped, continuing to read the documents at hand. The more they continued, the more likely a story this really seemed. Usually she was a bit skeptical of the Frogs’ findings but these journal entries didn’t lie. Unless this had been a family journal that had been passed down from generation to generation, it had been good proof of these two being immortal. “Barbara and Julian Dragomir? That sounds pretty vampiric to me, but I don’t want to jump to conclusions just yet.”
She turned to Sam who seemed pretty apprehensive over her idea. “I know they’ve done their homework, and this is some pretty solid evidence, but I just want to be sure. You never know what could happen. The last thing I want is to get in trouble for trying to stake a normal person. That’ll be on our records for the rest of our lives and we’ll be committed to the crazy house or sent to jail. I don’t know about you, but I think it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
"Barbara?" He asks with a laugh. Grabs the papers to look again, somehow he missed those details. As he reads it he shakes his head. "What kind of name is Barbara? It sounds like a soccer mom with an exotic younger boyfriend. This doesn’t say much of anything guys, c’mon."
Tosses the file full of papers back down onto the table. Scrambling a few of them out of place. Alan is quick to retrieve and re-organize them as they were but says not a word. Val is explaining it just as well as him or his brother could. She seems to have the most common sense out of all of them.
"Okay fine, you got a point you all got a point." He sighs finally giving in. No one ever listens to him anyways. "Whats the plan Velma? We gonna straight up interview or follow them around for a few days?"
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Valerie glanced over the pages, staring in confusion. “These… dates are really old, guys. A-Are you sure this belongs to them?” She glanced up at both Edgar and Alan. If these two were the real deal, they needed to be sure. One wrong move could cause them to get into some real trouble with the law—- Or worse, they could be sent to the psych ward or something.
"Look. These dates go back all the way to the early 1800’s, and they continue on until the present day… There’s no way a human being can live for that long and be human, Valerie. You know that." Edgar replied, lightly tossing the journal onto the table. "We gotta stake these two before they use Santa Carla as their personal blood bank."
"Okay, you might be onto something here guys, but maybe me and Sam should check things out first… Just to be safe." Maybe if she got a closer look at where these two lived, she’d have a better idea of what they were up against, or if they were even vampires at all. Her visions didn’t fail her the afternoon Sam and Valerie had discovered the cave where the four vampires had been hiding, so she hoped they wouldn’t fail her now.
"They’re a traveling freak show." Alan adds to Edgar’s argument. "They find small places like Santa Carla and nest for a while. Then once they have sucked it dry they move onto the next destination. They’re also very clever in disguising themselves with different names. If this isn’t enough evidence to convince you that they need to be eliminated then go right ahead." Crosses his arms over his chest while a snarl twitches at the corner of his top lip. It’s always a task to convince these two, even after all the past cases they have delt with.
Sam on the other hand is confused by Val’s volunteer to investigate further. Not something he wanted to hear. He would much rather to let The Frogs handle that part and he just tag along with his bow and arrow.
"Check things out? Why? I think Edgar and-and Alan have done their homework on the situation. Why stalk these people more?" Nervously laughs as she shrugs his shoulders. Basically saying anything to get try and get out of it. Chicken shit he is.
She shrugged, glancing over some of the comic stacks. “I know, I know… But if I remember correctly, when I met you, you were doing the exact same thing.” She teased, playfully nudging him. She was thankful to have met Sam. She didn’t feel so alone anymore, and now things weren’t all that scary anymore. They’d become used to hunting down vampires and other supernatural beings that threaten the safety of Santa Carla’s residents. Never in a million years would she have pictured herself doing something so unusual and crazy, but her life had never been all that normal to begin with.
Valerie pulled up a seat in the back room where the boys were gathered. She inched away from a stack of cardboard boxes containing their findings and newspaper clippings. Last time she kept too close, the boxes fell over and practically buried her in newspapers. She grinned in response to Sam, giving him a look in agreement. She wasn’t sure what the big fuss was about, but she hoped it wasn’t something as serious as the two usually made it seem. They had a tendency to overreact and jump to conclusions, so she assumed she’d been in for another conspiracy theory about how vampires run the government or something. “Yeah, what’s wrong you two? It’s kind of late to be having a meeting.”
Edgar glanced up at the two, pressing his hands down on the map to flatten it. “This ain’t a joke, you two. We’ve got ourselves a real issue here, and if we don’t nip it in the bud right away, it’ll be a bloodbath just like with those four vamps we took out.” He replied in his usual raspy voice, eyes shifting from Valerie to Sam. ”There’s more bloodsuckers out there, and they’re at it again, I just know it.”
"Dude, yea of course there are more bloodsuckers out there but I mean there hasn’t been much activity in a few months. Only thing we have had were false alarms." He reaches his hand across the table and pats his hand on Edgar’s shoulder. "Hate to break it to ya man, but Santa Carla isn’t much of a haven anymore. That’s a good thing. You’ve done your job." He grins pulling his arm back to his side. He wouldn’t mind one bit if this was the end of their hunting days. Could finally start to have a normal life again, never thought he would want to go back to such a boring life.
Alan appears in the room and hangs the keys on the hook near the doorway. He carries a vanilla folder and drops it in the middle of the table as he stands next to Edgar. “We have proof this time. Been tracking a man and women for a few weeks. They are the real deal.” His tone is deadpan along with his expression.
Sam grabs the folder and opens it to find a cluster of hand written pages. Looks like they have kept a journal of some sort. “Geez guys you’ve been stalking these people?” He laughs as he skims a few pages before handing them to Val.