Alright,so here's the Edgar and Alan fan fiction I mentioned.
NOTE: This is based on the second and third movie of the Lost Boys: The Tribe,and The Thirst. Although it is based on the movies,there will be less/or few appearances of the other characters in the movies (Shane..etc) This'll be solely revolved around Edgar and Alan (and,of course,Sam). Just to make that clear - thank you.
A rattling sound against the metal of his caravan awoke Edgar with a start,his hand quickly reaching for his cross-handled stake that was situated under the blue pillow he had his head on minutes ago. He sat up quickly,yet quietly and squinted his eyes in the darkness of his caravan. There was nothing there.
The rattling came again and Edgar realised it was somebody rattling the handle of his caravan door.
"Edgar!" A voice shouted out,the handle getting more erratic,making the caravan shake slightly."Lemme in! Geezus,bro,lemme in! Get out of bed,and open..the...fucking..door." It was Alan,and he sounded desperate. Edgar frowned and got out of bed towards the door. Instead of opening it,he waited until Alan calmed down slightly before replying: "You rang?" Earning a frustrated growl from his brother.
"Dude,just because I'm your brother doesn't mean I won't vamp out on your arse." Alan commented,banging on the window.
"And that makes me want to open the door more,because..?" Edgar asked,leaning against the kitchen counter and folding his arms across his chest. It had started to get cold in the caravan,and all Edgar wore was a baggy,white shirt and green boxers that hugged him tightly. He twirled the stake in his hand as he heard Alan sigh loudly.
Edgar heard Alan start to walk away from the caravan - the gravel under his boots crunching as he made his way across the 'driveway'. Edgar raised one of his eyebrows and was met with nothing but silence once the gravel crunching stopped. He stood,leaning against the kitchen counter,holding the stake in his hand.
Well,whatever Alan was worked up about,it seemed it wasn't important anymore.
"Yo,bro." A voice whispered in Edgar ear,making Edgar yell out and turn around quickly,his elbow whacking against the kitchen counter painfully. Edgar cried out and backed up against the caravan door,firmly holding the stake outwards. He looked at the chest the stake was prodding,before looking up and seeing the smiling face of Alan.
"You didn't lock your windows,bro." Alan commented,pointing his thumb towards the window that was wide open,the thin curtains flailing in the slight breeze. It almost looked like a ghost caught on the window sill.
"Damn shit I didn't lock those window." Edgar said,making his way towards the window and sliding it shut,locking it and looking back at his brother."You did some crazy vampire voodoo,didn't you? Didn't you get the indication before? I don't want you around here." Edgar said,walking up to his brother and shoving him hard against his shoulders,making Alan stumble back into the caravan door.
Alan expression suddenly turned serious,and the same bored expression developed with a hint of anger. He straightened up his posture and backed Edgar up against the counter opposite the kitchen counter,his hands curling the material of Edgar's shirt in a ball and lifting him up slightly."You disturb me when I'm doing my taxidermy,but you won't let me disturb you?" Alan said,his voice hoarse and dangerous as his face was mere inches from his brothers."Is that how things are? Just because I'm a bloodsucker now - I'm suddenly bad,and I can't even be near my own human brother. Is that how it is,brother?" Alan hissed,but something in his eyes shown Edgar a hint of sadness. Edgar suddenly felt terrible for turning his own brother away and he shook his head slowly.
"I didn't mean for you to take it that way,Alan." Edgar said."I just didn't want you to be seen."
"Why? Ashamed of me?" Alan said through gritted teeth,his hands tightening the material of Edgar's shirt,making Edgar cringe as it was making it difficult to breathe.
"No!" Edgar said,sternly."There's alot more bloodsucker hunters,and I don't want you getting killed by accident." Edgar explained,lifting up his stake to show his brother,before allowing it to drop out his hands and clatter against the caravan's flooring."That's why I visit you. So,you're safe in your own home."
Alan's features softened slightly and he released Edgar,but his eyes were still set on his brother."Yeah?"
"Yeah." Edgar replied,nodding as he rubbed his chest where Alan gripped his shirt.
"Well next time,open the fucking door when I'm shouting like that.I've got some serious shit to tell you." Alan said,before making his way to sit at the built in mahogony table at the end of the caravan,sitting himself on the cushioned,floral bench before placing his palms flat on the table and nodding his head to the seat opposite him.
Edgar lingered for a moment,before going over and sitting on the opposite bench to face Alan,who smiled softly at him.
"You've gotten seriously weird,bro." Edgar commented,earning a kick from Alan in the shin."Hey - I'm usually the one to beat you up. When did you get stronger?" Edgar commented,laughing.
"I learned from the best." Alan said,noticing Edgar's expression light up."Y'know,Count Drac." Alan added,raising his eyebrows and giving a cocky grin. Alan then let out a jovial laugh when Edgar tutted and rolled his eyes.