Characters: Edgar Frog, Alan Frog, Sam Emerson
Warnings: Not really.
Spoilers: For Reign of Frogs, I suppose.
Synopsis: Set after Reign of Frogs. Alan drank vampire blood, and Edgar is going to save him even if he has to to tear down the whole town to do it...
One month ago:
Sam didn't react as Edgar shook him violently, an edge of hysteria creeping into his voice.
“Where's my brother, damn it? Where's Alan?”
A single tear fell from Sam's eye and suddenly Edgar knew, knew like he knew his own name, that this was the night that everything would change Sam was out, he was done. And Alan, Alan was...
Frustration and panic gripped him hard, and Edgar shook Sam again, “Snap out of it, Sam, right now. There could be more of them. There could be...Alan could be...”
“I'm not,” said a voice from the doorway. Edgar looked up. It didn't sound like his brother, he sounded small. Scared. “I'm not. Yet. But soon, Edgar.” He took a step forwards, then hesitated, “What am I going to do?” he whispered.
“You're going to get over here and help me get Sam out of here, he's surprisingly heavy.”
Alan straightened up and nodded, appearing to shake off his fears when given a task. He grabbed their friend under one arm, Edgar took the other, and they half dragged him from the mansion.
The sun was just beginning to set as they deposited Sam in the back of the truck. Still, Alan felt it's weakening effects. He struggled to ignore the sudden drain on his strength, thankful that darkness was approaching and soon he could pretend for a few more hours that everything was okay. He climbed as quickly as he could into the truck, Edgar drove and Alan took shotgun. They sped through the streets, taking corners terrifyingly quickly.
“Where'd you learn to drive,” muttered a voice from the back seat.
“I didn't. Too busy saving the world.”
Alan put on his seatbelt, Edgar glared at him.
“Like a car accident could kill you right now.”
Alan looked away, not wanting to meet his brother's gaze. He stared out the window, watching Santa Carla rush past at warp four.
It was full dark when Edgar stopped the car by the back entrance to the comic shop. He hit the brakes too hard, slamming everyone forward.
“Ow,” came a protest from behind him.
“Glad to have you back with us, Sam. Tell me you don't need carrying out of the car as well.”
He jerked back in shock at the touch of his brothers hand on his forearm, “Cool it, Edgar, he just lost his grandpa.”
“His creepy, chipmunk drinking, taxidermist, half vampire grandpa.”
Alan slammed open the car door and leapt out. “Damn it, Edgar. For once in your life can't you think before you open your mouth?” He turned and ran to the house, leaving Edgar staring after him.
“Oh, right.” He pressed his knuckles hard into the side of his head before turning around, “Still with us, Sam?”
“Yeah,” Sam climbed out of the truck, brushing down his clothes as he did.
Edgar looked him over, there were no obvious signs of damage. He still had that vacant look in his eyes.
“Right, here's the plan.”
Edgar was kneeling on the floor of his bedroom, back against the wall, going through his hunting supplies. A bottle of holy water, two stakes and a couple of garlic bulbs. “We lie low for tonight, the black widow's gonna be coming for us. If she sends some more lackeys, we'll kill them, then tomorrow when it's light, we go after her. If she comes herself, so much the better, we'll kill her and save Alan, and save ourselves the effort of going after her tomorrow. He threw an empty backpack to Sam, “Gear up, we've got a long night ahead of us.”
Sam picked up the bag and reluctantly began filling it with anti-vampire weapons. He hesitated, “Edgar, I don't think I can do this,”
“What do you mean you can't do this, soldier? We're fighting for our lives here. Worse, we're fighting for Alan's humanity. You need to get your head on right, or else one of them is going to rip it off.”
“No, Edgar, he's right,” said Alan from the other side of the room. Edgar looked up in surprise. “We need to get away, if we wait here, they're just going to come and slaughter us. I'm in no condition to fight, Sam either. Do you think you can take on whatever she throws at you alone?”
Edgar stared at his brother, “I didn't think I was going to be alone, I thought I had back up. What the hell is wrong with you, do you want to turn into a bloodsucker?”
“Of course not! I'm just trying to be practical. We need to lie low, because there are God knows how many angry vampires out for blood, and it's already dark. They could be here any minute, and we're not ready to take them on.”
Edgar sighed in frustration, Alan was right. He hated to admit it, but there was a major storm coming and the only thing they could do was get out of the way. “Get back in the car,” he decided, “we'll find someplace to hide, then at first light, we burn that bitch's house to the ground, and pray she's still inside.”