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...
Edgar went home in a daze, his head spinning, unable to think of anything but the look of revulsion and fear in Alan's eye before he turned and flew away. As hard as he had tried, and he had tried everything, he had failed, the bloodlust had won. Somewhere, if there was an afterlife for vampires, the one who turned him would be laughing.
As soon as he stepped inside, Edgar felt the exhaustion wash over him like a wave. His knees buckled and he sank to the floor, placed his head in his hands and stayed there. It had been a long night. A long month, actually. Almost four weeks had passed since he had hears his brother say those terrible words, 'She made me drink.'
To his credit, Alan had fought valiantly against the evil inside him, refusing to give in, trusting that his brother would help him. In those first moments, Edgar had thought his brother was already lost. The cruelest twist was that he had been right, only it would take them both longer before they knew it for sure.
He crawled into bed fully clothed, not ever bothering to remove his boots or his t-shirt still wet with blood. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Edgar Frog cried. The tears drenched his pillow, his head pounded as the sobs shook his body, but he barely felt it. The pain his his head didn't come close to the one in his heart.