For years the vampire family lived in the shadows, hidden by the night and people’s disbelief; feeding on animals or throw away people who would never be missed. But as the family moves into an old theater, and uses it to cover up their crimes, the youngest of them are restless and determined to live as they like. Recklessly. Killing and feeding when and where they want. Feeding on who they want. Only the parent vampires have managed to keep them in check. But no longer. Unaware of the night stalking menace, the townspeople of Summer Haven,
Jenny ran to the phone and made the call then ran to help Jeff drag Joey inside. They gently laid him on the couch. He was a mess, cuts and bites over his hands, arms and face. Blood everywhere.
He was hysterical, or so Jenny thought. He was raving.
“Vampires, Jenny. Help me! Don’t let them get me!” he groaned, curling up on the couch like a frightened child, his expression one of dread.
“I saw them!” Her brother’s eyes were terrified. “They ... were... wolves!”
The sound of an ambulance’s siren droned louder and louder as it traveled from across the city.
“Joey, it’s okay. I’m here.” Jenny leaned over and hugged him.
Jeff had found a towel to help staunch the blood from the nasty punctures on Joey’s hands. He held it tightly over the wound as Joey thrashed about. “You’re safe now.”
Joey’s eyes cleared and focused panic-stricken on first Jenny then Jeff. He was obviously fighting to remain conscious.
“No ... not safe. None of us. You know the missing people? They took them. Vampires.” He grabbed at her arm, and yanked her down so he could whisper in her ear, “...killed Dad, Albers ... but he saved me.”
“Who saved you, Joey?” She was cradling him in her arms. Before he could answer, he passed out.
“God, Jeff,” Jenny gasped. “What the hell was he talking about, and why was someone trying to kill him?”
Jeff didn’t have time to respond, because the ambulance arrived, and they were too busy watching the attendants trying to save Joey’s life.