prepare4trouble (prepare4trouble) wrote,

Lost Boys fanfic: Aftertaste. (3/8)

Title: Aftertaste
Author: Prepare4trouble
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...

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Alan was dragged from unconsciousness by the incessant prodding of something sharp into his leg. He groaned and turned over, moving away from the source of the irritation.

Edgar grunted in frustration and moved dragged the curtains closed, darkening the room, “Wake up, death breath, I've got news.”

The prodding continued until Alan opened his eyes and glared at his brother in irritation.

“Hey!” Edgar backed off a few steps, “It's me. Calm down!” He waved the stake he had been using to prod his brother in front of him and took another step backwards, “This was all I had on me, shaking you wasn't working, I was just trying to wake you up.”

Alan frowned and forced his protesting body into a seated position, “What are you talking about?”

“You've...” Edgar hesitated, he looked genuinely afraid, “Alan, you've got the vamp-eyes going on.” He waved a hand in front of his own face to indicate Alan's eyes and suddenly the penny dropped.

Alan's eyes widened in realization, then he turned his face away from Edgar and down to the floor in shame, “Sorry.”

“Um,” Edgar lowered the stake, “don't worry about it. We've got a lead on the Black Widow. Just wanted to let you know, figured you'd be out cold til after I left. Next time I'll leave a note.” He turned to leave.

“Edgar, wait, what's the lead?”

His brother turned back, “Maybe nothing. Sam called, he thinks he saw some vampires last night, hanging round town. He might be wrong, but if he's right, if I can separate one from the rest and get him cornered, then I can get him talking. It makes sense if all the vamps in town are connected to the Widow, they probably know where to find her.”

“So the plan is you and Sam hang around in town until you see a vampire, somehow get it alone, somehow capture it, and then torture it for information?”

Edgar shook his head, “Not exactly. Sam's not going. Can you believe that? After everything we've been through, suddenly he's just out?” He smacked the wall with the palm of his left hand, “We saved him and his blood sucking brother, the least he could do is help us out when we're in the same goddamn mess.”

Alan remained silent on the issue, he could see both sides of the argument and if his future wasn't resting on finding the Widow, he wasn't sure whose side he would have taken. “Are my eyes still red?” he asked instead. He turned hesitantly back to his brother, almost afraid to met his gaze.


“Eddie, don't you see a problem with your plan? Like maybe that he's a vampire, possibly with a bunch of vampire friends, and you're just one human kid?”

Edgar stared at his brother in surprise, “A kid? I'm older than you. And I've got no other choice.”

Alan stood up, “I'm going with you.”

“No!” Edgar shook his head and backed towards the door, “No way. You stay here where it's safe.”

“I'm going,” Alan advanced towards him, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. “You need back up, Edgar, I'm not letting you go out there alone. Either you let me come with you, or you don't go. You're my last resort, I need you alive to stake me if it comes to that.”

Edgar's back hit the wall and he had no choice but to stop. He looked his brother up and down, taking in the equal measures of desperation and determination in his expression. “Okay, but you do exactly what I say. If I tell you to get out, you do it, no hesitation, no questions. Got it?”

Alan nodded.

“And don't take this the wrong way, but stay where I can see you.”

“This is ridiculous!” complained Alan, just over an hour into their stakeout of the boardwalk.

“Calm down, Alan, or you're going home, I can't risk a full on vampire freak out in the middle of town.”

Alan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. All around him, oblivious civilians wandered past, going about their lives, unaware of the predator watching them. He could smell them, he could hear the blood pumping through their veins. He felt like a man dying of thirst, dropped into the cool waters of a clear, unpolluted lake and told he couldn't drink. Every cell in his body screamed out for relief, he felt like he would die if he didn't take what he needed.

They were leaning against a wire fence, just on the edge of the boardwalk, facing the throng of people, trying to look nonchalant while scanning them for potential vampires as they passed. Even while telling him to calm down, Edgar looked equally frustrated. They hadn't expected it to be easy, but it was the only way they could think of.

Another deep breath, trying to ignore the scent of blood. Behind his back, his fingers threaded through the fence, gripping the thick wire so tightly he felt it might cut through his skin. Deep, calming breaths. Just like his parents had always told him. “What was it about these guys Sam saw that made him think they were vampires?”

Edgar shrugged, “Pale, wearing sunglasses, creepy vibe. You know. Just keep your eyes open for any likely suspects.”

Alan sighed. A group of kids walked past, as he squashed down the urge to attack, a thought occurred to him. He looked sideways at Edgar. He brother was standing completely still, staring suspiciously at everyone that passed them. They had no chance of finding a vampire that way. Even the humans were giving them odd looks and a wide berth.

Deciding he had no choice but to try, he concentrated on one of the people walking past. Instead of trying to ignore his scent, he drank it it, savored it. He smelled like food. So did the family strolling by, the kids eating cotton candy while the mom held their hands tightly. As he expanded his senses, he realized that he wasn't in a lake, but surrounded by a series of small ponds, each one unique, and each one tantalizing. Then, understanding this, he tried to find someone different. Someone who didn't smell like food. Someone with something different pumping through their veins.

He lost track of time standing there, lost in the wonder and the horror of what he was doing. Then he noticed something. His eyes focused on a man walking slowly through the crowd, he looked like any other teenage kid out looking for a good time, but Alan knew that he wasn't. He smelled wrong, he moved wrong. He even felt wrong. The man seemed to exude such a sense of otherness and danger that it was had to believe the people around him couldn't see him for what he was. Alan tapped Edgar with his elbow and nodded in the vampire's direction.

“What, him?” Edgar shook his head, “Why?”

“I just know.”

Edgar looked as though he was going to argue, then his eyes widened as he realized what his brother was saying. “Oh.” He looked down, “Useful talent you've got there, bro.”

Alan didn't reply, instead he released his death-grip on the railing fence behind him and took off following the vampire. Edgar hurried after him.

The vampire quickly left the boardwalk and turned off into town. Holding back, hoping not to be noticed, the trailed him through the streets until he reached somewhere quiet and empty. Edgar sprung forward, drawing his water gun filled with holy water and pointing it at the vampire, “Hold it right there, blood breath.”

The vampire turned around slowly to look at him, then laughed.

“Something funny?” Edgar's eyes narrowed.

“Here I was trying to decide who to eat, and along comes a volunteer.” The vampire smirked, and his face changed, his eye glowed red, and he began to advance on Edgar.

Edgar held up his crucifix and pulled the trigger on his water gun. He missed. The vampire moved closer.

Allowing the crucifix to drop to the ground by his feet, Edgar used his free hand to pull out the wooden stake that had been strapped to his back. He raised it in the air threateningly. The hand holding the gun shook slightly as he fired again. He missed again.

The vampire knocked the gun out of Edgar's hand, gripped him by the front of his shirt and raised him a foot off the ground. The older Frog struck out with the stake, knowing he had no chance of victory, knowing that he was going to die. He was going to go down fighting. He just hoped Alan had had the good sense to run.

Without warning, something sped past him and collided with the vampire. Edgar fell to the ground in a heap and looked up just in time to see his brother flying through the air, pushing the vampire backwards as he did. They hit a wall with a crack and slid to the ground. Alan pulled out his own water gun from his pocket and aimed it directly at the vampire's face, “Try anything, and you get a face full of holy water,” he said. “You might able to kill us, but good luck looking inconspicuous in future with half a face.”

The vampire raised his hands in defeat, “What do you want?”

“Answers,” said Edgar as he climbed to his feet. “We're looking for a friend of yours, goes by the name the Black Widow. Where can we find her?”

Alan's finger tightened on the trigger.

“Up at the mansion, man!” The vampire answered quickly, never taking his eyes off the end of the gun, “She's got this big mansion just outside of town. Real freaky place from what I hear.”

“Been there, torched that,” Edgar said, “she's moved on. Where to?”

“Torched it? Seriously?” The vampire pressed his head back into the wall, trying to put just a few fractions of an inch extra between himself and the dripping gun. “Then she's gone. What did you do, sneak in there during the day and burn it down?” He smiled mockingly, “She sleeps in the basement, man. It's real secure. Unless you went down there with gasolene and a lighter while she slept, she survived the fire. Vampires don't need to breathe, so she wouldn't notice the smoke. You did all that for nothing, and now she's gone, and no one in town is gonna be able to tell you where.” He laughed mockingly.

Too quickly for Edgar to stop him, Alan fired the gun in the vampire's face. Before anything he even had chance to scream, Alan grabbed Edgar's stake out of his hand and drove it through the vampire's heart.

The laughter died on his lips, replaced by shock, then nothing.

The body stayed where it was, still and dead. No explosion, no screams of agony, no fire. Just the body of a young man slumped against the wall, another corpse in the murder capital of the world.

It wasn't enough. Not for Alan. He wanted fire, he wanted the vampire to die in agony. He dropped to his knees next to the body and punched it. Again and again, until his knuckles were raw, he pounded his fists into its face, not feeling the tears running down his cheeks, he punched and kicked until he had no more energy. Then he felt hands pulling him away. Arms embracing him, and Edgar's voice in his ear, “That's enough, Alan. Come home now, we'll try again tomorrow.”
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