As requested at @lostinsantacarla here are the three pictures Jamison gave me at HorrorHound.They were from Paul Davis’s vast collection of images that Jamison had resized for signing at events. I just couldn’t pass them up.
Alan Frog: We blew it, man, we lost it!
Edgar Frog: Shut up!
Alan Frog: We unraveled in the face of the enemy!
Edgar Frog: It’s not our fault, they pulled a mind scramble on us! They opened their eyes and talked!
Edgar and Alan Frog after staking Marko in The Lost Boys
Edgar slid a stake out of Alan’s knapsack. The Frog Brothers exchanged a final nod. Edgar positioned the stake so that its point rested over the vampire’s heart.
He lifted his mallet back and drove it in with a single blow.
The vampire opened his mouth and screamed. His eyes were open too. Something poured out of the wound, something too thick and dark for blood. He kept on screaming. His scream would never end.
The vampire fell from the ceiling, hitting the cave floor with a sickening thud. The dark, thick slime gushed from around the stake, erupted from his mouth, his nose, his ears in great, bubbling gobs. The vampire’s skin cracked and fell away. Sam realized the thing was decomposing right in front of him.
There were other screams overhead, shrieks of anger rather than agony. The first vampire’s death howls had awakened the rest of them.
The two closest to the Frogs opened their eyes before the brothers could move.
The last vampire’s eyes opened and looked straight at Sam. Sam knew this guy! He was the gang leader, David.
And then Sam knew. The gang leader must be the vampire leader.
The vampire leader growled and showed his fangs. But when he spoke, it was with David’s voice.