Title: Miseria Cantare.
Pairing: Edgar/OC, minor Alan/OC.
Rating: T for now, maybe M later for violence and sexual themes.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Boys, and if I did, The Tribe would never have been made. The Thirst is acceptable, though.
Author's Note: I don't even know why I wanted to write this, I just did. Beware, it's just for fun so there's a likelihood of me discontinuing it at any time. I just kinda wanted to write it, and see where I'd go with it, so here it is.
Prologue
"Finally, baby brother, you've done it!"
Edgar Frog had to suppress a sneer as his brother Alan had spoken, an uncharacteristic great smile upon the elder brother's face. It wasn't as if saying that Alan never smiled, he actually smiled a lot more than Edgar, but the trademark look of the Frog brothers was not one of joy - it was one of neutralness, bordering on angry. Of course someone had to be happy that day, and it was not surprising that it was Alan over Edgar. The lighter haired boy groaned as he noticed his hippie mother approaching.
"Get together, boys!" she told them, "Picture time!"
"Not now mom, please."
"Nonsense, now is the perfect time!"
Before Edgar could protest again, Alan threw his arm around his brother quickly so that their mother could take the picture. The younger brother did not smile for the picture, but that didn't seem to phase the woman in the least. Sighing a breath of relief when she walked away to find their father, Edgar grabbed the graduation cap off his head, holding it beside him as he did his diploma. He'd finally graduated the grueling final year of high school, and was already set to attend Santa Carla College alongside his brother the next year. Alan had said nothing more than good things about the college, despite the fact that he hated school.
"Why do all mothers have this urge to embarrass their kids at graduation?"
Alan looked thoughtful, "I think it's something they're born with."
The youngest Frog had to wonder why his brother was so happy about this graduation. It was probably because they had always been together, every single year of their life since birth, and suddenly this past year, they were at different schools. It was hard for them to be the Frog brothers when they were apart, making new and separate friends, having to watch the students in their schools separately and therefore covering less ground. Edgar had felt suddenly lost the past year without his brother, and was at least thankful that he had Sam to hang out with. Just thinking that, the younger brother noticed the blond boy coming their way.
"Hey Edgar, we did it! Surprised we lived long enough for this, huh?"
"You maybe, not me."
Sam laughed, "Whatever you say, you're not as tough as you seem."
"I think you're insulting him," Alan jokingly said.
It didn't seem to matter to Edgar, though, what Sam said - they'd known the boy for a few years already, and he was basically their only close mutual friend, so of course he wouldn't find either brother intimidating in the least. He had to watch throughout the room, seeing his mother attempting to chase around his father, cursing them mentally for even showing up. His parents never went anywhere, they almost never set foot in their own comic shop and left the boys to work there, so why did they have to come to his graduation? He was pulled out of his thoughts by Sam putting his arm around him, grinning in a friendly way.
"Just think, Edgar - a new year, a new school...no more vampires terrorizing our lives!"
"Yeah," he agreed, "Hopefully."
Author's Note: Short prologue, chapters will be longer I assure you. I just wanted to hurry up with the prologue so I could get around to writing the first chapter! Haha.