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I usually hate doing more than one multi chapter fic at a time, but this idea came and it had to be done. Anyway, so I'm not sure about this one, but if you guys like it then I'll continue, if not...

Flowers.

The scent of them lingered all around him, and Alan could only stare downwards, not sure of what to think of them, or to think of everything in general. Why were there flowers? Why did they have to put them down? They looked just so stupid to him, but he knew why. It was because Edgar was dead and it was his funeral, the funeral he was attending along with others, some he didn't know or couldn't even place. No, it didn't matter though, because they were all fooled, but Alan knew the truth. Very few did, only those who had known Edgar well, who had known what the Frog brothers were or had been. Zoe knew, knew what had really happened, but she played her part well. She stood some distance behind him, grief covering her face as she stared straight ahead, looking on in silence. It fooled everyone, all but him. They knew though, they knew the truth that the others weren't allowed to know. It was still silly as his eyes moved over all the flowers with un interest.

Alan let them though, and he didn't comment when the flowers were thrown down onto his grave. He merely watched them in silence, ignoring the sympathetic flashes that were given when their eyes landed on him. A pat was given on the back, words of condolences formed past their lips, and other stuff came that merely only irritated him.

Some had cried, and some just stood around, faces blank as they listened on in silence. Others talked amongst each other in quiet whispers, old friends catching up at a funeral, and Alan gave them a dark look. They didn't know and they thought it was all real and, even though he knew the truth, it was still some respect that needed to be shown. The respect was being shown now most had left. Alan was showing his respect to the old Edgar, to the one that had died, but he just felt numb as he continued looking down at his grave. Nothing but numb as he stared at all the lilies, tulips, and roses upon his grave. As if Edgar ever cared for flowers. Edgar fucking hated flowers. They would have been torn to pieces if he were ever given any but, now, now things had changed. It was all for show, so he let the flowers stay.

A small sneer came out of nowhere as his eyes raked over all of them again, but it left within a second and his eyes became blank. It was still settling in, still slowly sinking in, and Alan knew there was nothing he could do. It hurt, it hurt lots but, right at that moment, he had more important things to worry about. There was no time to stop and grieve. Alan had to silently do that, and concentrate and carry on moving, because it was going to happen sooner or later.

A sigh left his lips and, throwing a black rose down onto the grave, he walked away, not looking back but just continuing to walk. Edgar was out there somewhere, and Alan knew it was only a matter of timing until they came across each other again. Only this time it was going to be so much more different. There would be no warm greetings, not that it was ever like that, but there would be nothing nice about the situation. The only thing he would see was that blood, those sharp fangs, and the red eyes of his once brother staring back at him.

Edgar wasn't dead. He was a part of the un dead and, sooner or later, he was going to make an appearance.

''Edgar?''

Something was wrong and Alan froze, key dangling in hand. He was greeted with darkness for one, but that had been happening for some nights, weeks even. No, it was something else, something else that caused all the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. His eyes searched through the darkness of the trailer, and a wince crossed his face when the keep dug into his palm, peeling away skin. A smell assaulted his nose seconds later, faint, but his heart seemed to stop when he caught it. He stopped breathing altogether. Edgar was there, right in front of him in the darkness. Alan couldn't see, but he felt him there, watching him closely. And it wasn't good either.

''Ed..'' .Alan shook his head, a look of unsurity coming upon his face. ''Is there...''

The light suddenly came on and eyes closed for a second. They snapped back open and everything seemed to stop when he saw Edgar, saw his bloodied face, and eyes burning a bright red. His eyes locked onto Alan's, and they were begging, pleading, screaming. They were shouting at him to help, but Alan had become frozen solid, unable to form a word, unable to say anything. Edgar moved a step forwards, horror and disgust upon his face, though his eyes seemed to say something different as they looked at him. It was when his eyes moved behind Edgar did words form. It was Alan's turn to display horror and fright.

''Jesus Christ!''

Edgar was suddenly upon him, hands grabbing fistfuls of his jacket, eyes begging. ''I haven't, Alan. It was just a bit, but I stopped, and..'' .His eyes flickered from brown back to red. ''I fucking need it, I need it so bad'' Somewhere between a mixture of a half sob and growl formed past his lips, and he swallowed, eyes burning back red. ''Help me, Alan. Right now!''

''Edgar'' His eyes were still trained on the girl who lay upon the floor, wound bleeding on her neck, body as still as a statue. Slowly, so slowly they moved towards Edgar. ''You stopped''

''It was a gulpful and...'' he moved back, taking Alan with him. ''You fucking promised me, Alan. You promised that I would...you've done nothing, all of this for nothing!'' It was a vicious snarl that came as he said those words and Alan was instantly let go. He started to smash things, breaking everything, all the while shouting insults at Alan.

''Three fucking months, and I can't take it anymore!'' He moved in a blur, appearing back in front of Alan who stood as still as a rock. ''What have you been doing with your fucking promises? Three months, three months, and I'm starving. I'm so fucking hungry, Alan.''

Alan grabbed him, shaking his head, telling him to calm down. Edgar's eyes were a light with anger, starvation, and hate. He shouldn't have left him, he should have never left him. He knew it was hard for Edgar, harder than what it was for him, but Edgar, ever so stubborn, forced him out, told him he couldn't be with him all the time. Alan gave in and left with worry, not knowing that one hour could have changed everything. It did become harder down the line, no matter how much bottled blood he would have consumed. It was the real stuff he craved for. Alan had felt it too back then, but he had fought, just fought the monster away. Only it was harder with Edgar for a lot of reasons. Unlike Alan, he didn't control his emotions as well, which was the one weakness and disadvantage he held, but it also increased the hunger, made the thirst all the more worse. Alan had mastered all the emotions he had felt to begin with. They had been pushed away, and it helped, it had helped so much. Edgar had been nothing but angry and hateful for the whole three months and he never listened when Alan told he needed to control his emotions as it wouldn't help. It hadn't, he hadn't listened, but Edgar rarely ever did.

Edgar forcefully pushed him away, anger blazing. ''You've done nothing, nothing to help me like you promised.''

''Calm down, Edgar.''

''Calm down! Calm fucking down.'' He began to pace, that anger increasing. ''You don't fucking understand, you...''

They locked gazes, and Alan's eyes narrowed slightly. Oh, he did fucking understand because, although it had been months since the curse had been lifted, he hadn't forgotten, and sometimes he was sure he could still feel it. That unbearable thirst that never left, even when sleep claimed him. Just that need to sooth the burning, aching, hunger, to cool his tongue, to feel the thick, red, blood slide down his throat. Alan had needed it so fucking bad and sometimes he was close to giving in, so close to taking and biting and..just that blood. He was weak, so weak and fucking hungry for blood, but he fought the starvation, fought the blood lust and all the temptations. The monster always fought back too, but the animal blood...it helped some and, pushing the emotions away, all the anger he had felt had been pushed away, and the will to keep strong, to fight, became better, not much, but it helped some.

Though Edgar never helped, even though his visits were rare. His heart pounding was like a march of elephants, and it filled his mind, but he smelt wonderful, so tasty and just...alive, and that hunger rose. Alan would talk, his words unwelcome, somewhat cold, just to keep Edgar way. He never did. He stayed, talked, and Alan bit his tongue, tasting his own blood that didn't help the situation. The thought of tasting him came back again, and he would feel his fangs extract, picturing them sliding into Edgar's neck. Hands would clench, sweat would roll, and he would continuously swallow the saliva that would fill his mouth.

Alan did fucking understand, because he had been through it, felt it all, every thing Edgar was feeling right then, but he knew it was harder.

All thoughts vanished and their gazes were broken from a groan that filled the silence of the trailer. Edgar froze, as well as Alan. Panic filled her eyes when she sat up, hand at her neck. Alan put his hands up, telling her to be quiet. The response was a deep, frightened, yell, and Edgar's hands came to his ears. He moved towards her, and she scrambled back. Alan's eyes shot to his brother, telling him to go, to leave, but he never, only remained. Words came, more pleading as Alan looked at her. Fright wasn't good for the position Edgar was in, the position Alan and her would surely be in. It was a call, her heart was probably thundering, and her blood...His hand came to her mouth, he pinned himself on top of her, telling her to be quiet. She thrashed wildly underneath him, eyes panicked and filling with tears.

''Please. Be quiet.'' Alan shook his head, eyes going to Edgar, telling him to get the fuck out. He looked, hunger coming back with a vengeance, eyes turning back a nasty shade of red, and he moved then, the door slamming shut as he fled the trailer. She cried louder, begging him to let her go, that she promised she wouldn't say anything. His hand tightened on her mouth, and he said he would if she kept quiet. She trashed for some minutes, tears falling down her face, until she suddenly became immobile. The hand was removed and as he went to stand, her leg lashed out, hitting straight in the face. Alan crashed backwards into the refrigerator, bowls and utensils falling on top of him.

She ran out the trailer then and, with a curse, he jumped up, taking chase. He prayed Edgar was far away, somewhere hiding, somewhere away from them. Of course he didn't listen and it all went down when he got outside. He was on top of her, pinning her down to the ground, hand on her throat. Alan ran towards him then, telling him to stop, to get his fucking act together. He never listened and her choked cries of panic echoed in the nights air. Alan tried to pull Edgar away, only to be hit hard so he fell backwards, stunned.

''No! Edgar, no!''

The world seemed to stop and her cries turned shattering, pained, and full of all the horror and fright Alan had witnessed before. Fangs were lodged into her neck, burying deeper as he began to drink. The crunch came, the hunger increased, and he continued to swallow all of her precious blood. Alan, still stunned, did nothing but watch, fright, hurt, and shock all over his face, just filling inside. She became limp seconds later, and Alan stared, did nothing but just stare at her lifeless corpse. Everything crashed down, and all the work, all the fight he had been doing for Edgar was over, just lost. He turned ever so slowly towards him then, blood covering his face, eyes burning the brightest red he had seen upon Edgar before. He rolled off her, fingers coming to his throat as he tried to bring it all up. It was too late, it was over.

''Edgar'' Alan moved slowly towards him. ''There's nothing you can...''

His expression changed and he was suddenly upon him, fangs digging into his flesh, hands gripping his shoulders tight. There was no emotion upon his face, and Alan swore out, beginning to fight underneath him which got a, deep, vicious, snarl to pass Edgar's lips. He suddenly froze, snarl stopping, and Alan stopped as well. He was off him, and he fled then, disappearing into the shadows.

That time Edgar didn't return.

Right, so that was short to get everything rolling and, well, it's better to have the first chapter of a fic somewhat short. Tell me what you think. Did you like it, did it keep you interested, and would you want to read more?