A/N: Hey, people! Okay, so sorry about the other stories! Will get to them as soon as possible. But the problem was is that I got this idea for a Lost Boys fanfiction. I freaking love those movies (The Thirst is my personal favorite, but I love them all ) anyway, I would like to know if I've gotten these characters right. So, if you can please R&R and tell me if I did get them right, I would really appreciate it! Oh, and if you favorite, please review. I haven't been getting many reviews lately. I like the feedback. Just don't be too negative. Thanks!

Chapter One

People laughed and scoffed at them all the time. It was either because their noses were buried in comic books or they were talking about getting the next vampire. Either way the Frog brothers and Sam Emerson were mocked at school. The one it hit hardest was Alan. Not because he was the youngest, but because he couldn't stand it any longer. He was Edgar Frog's younger brother, and people tormented him most out of the three. His parents were always stoned or having sex, so one way or another, they were on their own. One night, Edgar dropped a bomb on him at dinner.

It was very quiet. They had ordered out again because it was either sandwiches or pizza. And they didn't really want peanut butter sandwiches again for dinner. Edgar pulled his hair out of his face, and said, "I'm thinking about dropping out."

Alan stopped, and looked at his older brother. He furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" he asked.

"I'm thinking about dropping out," Edgar repeated. "No one's here during the day to watch the store, and since I'm the oldest, I think it should be me. No one's really gonna care, anyway."

Alan sank back in his chair. "And what am I gonna do? At school you know I'm constantly locked in lockers or something along those lines. You're the only one that can get me out. I can't fight as good as you." He leaned forward. "I know you're trying to do something that is right in your mind, but, Edgar, please. Don't drop out."

"I haven't made up my mind, yet. It was just a thought." Edgar took a bite out of his pizza. Alan looked down at his slice, and thought about what Edgar had said. He picked up his glass of milk and drank from it.

That night had been the beginning of it. In a few weeks time, Edgar had become a high school drop-out, besides Alan's pleadings of him to not to. Now, things were even worse than before. The teachers, even though they already hated him, began to cut-him zero slack when he came in late from being in a locker. Sam helped him out a little, that's what best friends do, but he wasn't able to fend them off as well as Edgar had. They were outside during gym one day, the one class that the three had had together, and Alan was pulling out the grass.

"Listen," Sam said. "I'm not saying what he did was right, I mean, I don't agree with it, personally, but I think Edgar was doing it to protect you, you know? Well, I mean, he must've thought that he was basically the thing that kept getting you beat up."

"It's the family." Alan explained. "All of us have gone through this, including Angel. Angel had the most pressure, and she was just a little kid."

Sam looked at him. "Who's Angel?"

"No one. Forget I said anything."

"But, I've never heard of Angel before. I just-"

"Drop it." Alan snapped.

"Okay. Sorry." Sam took in a deep breath. "Edgar thought he was doing the right thing, that's all I have to say about that."

Alan swallowed, and looked at the ground. At the slip up, he had begun to rip the grass out more violently. He eventually ripped out a flower, roots and all. Dirt flew everywhere. Sam shook it out of his hair.

"Holy shit, dude." He said. "I didn't know you hated flowers so much."

Alan took a good look at it. The petals were as red as her hair, the stem as green as her eyes. But Angel was gone. He threw it over his shoulder, buried his face into his knees, and silently cried.

Later that day, Alan came into the store. It was the first floor of their home. On the second was the living room, dining room, bathrooms, and kitchen. The top floor had two bedrooms. One for their parents and one for Edgar and Alan. They didn't have separate beds-they had to share a double. And now being a drop-out, Edgar went to bed later than he usually did, and Alan had to just beg him to turn out the light and put the comic up until he fell asleep. Or he would put the pillow over his head, and that was more effective, since Edgar was pretty headstrong. Every time he did, though, he saw the picture of a little girl, of the age of three, with red hair and emerald green eyes smiling up at him-the only innocence in his life. No one outside of the Frog family knew about the girl, and Alan kept kicking himself mentally for letting it slip to Sam.

Finally, on a Friday night, Alan sat up.

"Edgar," he said. Edgar grunted in response. "I fucked up big-time."

"How?"

"I almost let Sam know about Angel."

The comic fell out of Edgar's hands. "What?" he demanded. He spun around, making the bed bounce. "How?"

"We were talking, and her name slipped out. It's…. I-I didn't-I'm sorry. It was an accident."

"You didn't tell him everything?"

"No." Alan didn't meet his brother's eyes. "I just said she went through the most shit, and that she was a little kid, that's all."

Edgar sighed in relief. "Thank God. Alan, if you slip up like that again, I am going to hit you so hard that when you wake up, your clothes are gonna be out of style. And I mean it."

Alan nodded, turned on his side, and closed his eyes. He could feel Edgar turn back around, and heard him pick up the comic.

No one outside the family was supposed to know about Angel. She was the family secret. The Frog Family Secret.

And the reason why Edgar and Alan hated vampires so much.

Soon, Alan heard the click of the light. The room flooded with darkness. The lights from the boardwalk went out. It was around 11:45, and they were both tired. Edgar has to chase down five shoplifters and fight them for the comics, and Alan had been stuffed into two lockers, and got into three fights-both of which included Sam. He had gone home with a soon to be black eye. Alan had a black eye, a busted lip, and a bloody nose. When he came in, Edgar had asked him what was wrong, but Alan shook his head, and walked upstairs.

Around three in the morning, Alan woke up. He could feel Edgar holding him as if not to lose him-they were all each other had, after all-and sighed. He carefully removed his brother's arms, and could feel the cold where the warmth had been. Alan stood, and carefully walked on the floor, trying not to step on the squeaky board. He made it to the door, and out into the hall, where he turned on the light. Pictures of him and his brother lined the wall. They, too, had once been innocent little boys, putting their hands into the dog bowl and eating the dog food. They horse-played. They stole cookies from the cookie jar. They did everything a little boy would do.

They used to have normal lives.

The pictures of Edgar lined one wall and Alan on the other wall. There was a brief space for the little girl, Angel, but there was very few pictures. Dark spots still mark where they hung. Alan's eyes drifted to Edgar's first grade picture, when he was still very innocent. He had his two front teeth missing, and smiled like there was no tomorrow. How Edgar hated that picture now. Alan went to as far one time to color Edgar's two front teeth black with marker when he was asleep. It wore off after a couple days. How Angel had laughed that morning. Alan bit back his lip from laughing and crying at the same time. Laughing because of Edgar's face that morning, and crying because he had again thought of Angel.

"Alan," someone said, sleepily. Alan turned, and saw Edgar. "Come on." He said. "Let's get to sleep."

Alan, finally, yawned, and nodded. He walked back into the room that he shared with his brother, flopped onto the bed, and fell asleep.