Chapter One:
Temptation grew and he groped for the bottle that stood on the table inches away from his hand. He hoped that this would keep his sanity, if only he could reach it. The intoxicating scent of iron made him shake. Cold laughter filled his ears and startled the boy that sat near him. This boy had a gash down his arm. He stretched his arms farther, his figures just touching the bottle.
He pulled away from it, his body betraying him for the third time this evening.
David's blood in the bottle still remained.
"It can't save you from wanting more." A voice rang out. "You must feed, Phineas. I gave you the perfect boy for your first kill."
Phineas closed his figures around the bottle. He brought the bottle shakily to his lips and took a deep drink. It burned his mouth for a moment. He swallowed another sip.
"I'm the one in control!" He yelled in the direction of a shadow.
Phineas had now composed himself a bit. He couldn't stand up, however, because of his fight against his thirst. He swallowed more and chocked a bit. Something inside of him was rejecting the blood of a deceased vampire. But part of that Vampire was living inside of him.
"You do realize that David was a cold blooded killer, right?" the shadow laughed. "His blood is running in your veins."
It was true but Phineas didn't know how. David had been killed. The bottle he drank out of was not the same one that Michael had a few years previous. That one was locked away but David's blood had been stolen by Phineas before Michael could drink. He was going to destroy it but never could.
Now that David was gone, shouldn't Phineas have turned back?
Phineas shuddered and put the bottle down. He looked at the person cowering in the corner, blood dripping down his arm.
"David can't control me!" He shouted and looked away in fear. "David isn't even around! Michael killed him. I shouldn't even be a half vampire."
His voice got silent as he spoke and it lessened in confidence.
Phineas hadn't been around at the time of David's demise. Michael told him that the job had been done. When this had all happened Phineas had been long gone. He had finally got the courage to come back to Santa Carla and found out this information.
"Maybe David mixed his blood with another vampire."
"Phineas!" someone called from far off in the distance.
It was Michael. The shadow cursed.
"We'll talk again, Phineas."
"Go to Hell!" Phineas shouted back.
"Already there!"
The shadow was gone and Michael's shadow had appeared, running forward to him.
"Phineas, are you alright?" Michael asked.
Phineas curled up and sobbed. The boy with a cut on his arm had passed out. Michael looked at him.
"Who did this?" He asked.
"Sam" Phineas whispered.
…
Michael finished patching up Jack's, the boy who had passed out in the cave, arm. He was fifteen years old who looked a lot like Phineas with his dark black hair.
"I'm astonished, Phineas!" Michael said. "A little bit of blood set you odd."
Phineas was glaring at the wall!" "It's just as Sam said, David's blood runs in my veins!"
There had been rumors that Sam had turned. Nobody knew for sure if they were confirmed.
"So is your own blood!" Michael said.
"Who is David?" Jack asked nervously. "What is this talk about Blood?"
"David was a vampire. You're lucky he's not around anymore." Michael said. "He ticked me into drinking the blood of Max, the head vampire."
Jack stared questioningly.
"Sam is my younger brother. He helped get rid of the vampires here in Santa Carla with his friends, the Frog brothers."
Phineas scoffed at the mention of the Frog Brothers.
"Those two can't even help with their own problems. Alan is a Half Vampire." Phineas said.
Jack sat down. The Frog Brothers?
"Start at the beginning of the story. I want to know the facts."
…
That was close, Sam Emerson thought to himself as he walked along the beach in the sunlight. He looked out to the waves and remembered the times of vampire hunting with Edgar and Alan. Those had been good times. It was a Shame that it would never happen again.
Sam couldn't face his brother who had replaced him with the half vampire Phineas. He hated Phineas so much. His loyalty for his brother had been challenged and hi ran away.
"Sam, Sam Emerson?" A voice started him. "Is that you?"
"It depends on who is asking." Sam retorted without turning to him.
"Wow, Sam, you are so different." The person said.
"Stay back," Sam said defensively.
The person was now approaching him.
"Sam it's me, Alan."
Sam spun around to see Alan Frog. He was the one who was different. His face was covered in dirt but Sam could see how pale he was. His clothing was disheveled and really dirty. He seemed to have been hiding from someone or something.
"Wow, Sam" Alan gasped. "I never expected to see you here."
"I've been replaced. I'm on my own now." Sam said.
"Replaced? By Phineas? That half vampire who dark the blood of David and another nixed together?"
"Edgar confirmed it?" Sam asked.
"That was the last time I saw him."
Sam put his hand on Alan's shoulder as if to comfort an old friend. He turned to walk away but Alan grabbed his arm.
"Let me go, Alan. I'm trying to get home before the sun sets fully." Sam glanced at the sun almost off the horizon.
"Don't even try!" Alan said. "You shouldn't have come here while the sun is leaving."
…
Michael handed Phineas David's bottle even though he knew the half vampire detest touching it. He had finished explaining to Jack the story and the confused boy had gone up to bed. Phineas held the bottle but didn't take a sip. He was sick with himself. Michael passed him a beer and sat down next to him.
"I'm worried for Sam." Michael said.
"Don't think about it." Phineas suggested. "He might be totally fine."
Michael nodded but couldn't help to think about his little brother.
…
"I wouldn't do this Alan." Sam said easily wrenching his arm from Alan's grip. "I don't understand how you became a vampire, bud, but attacking you're friend and making your first kill won't help."
Alan glared at Sam. How had he figured it out?
"Are we in the same boat?" Alan asked as Sam nodded. "How did it happen to you?"
Sam could remember the night clearly.
"I don't remember." He lied. "how about you?"
"Edgar and I went to hunt vampires in D.C." Alan started. "We saved a congressman but I was forced to drink Vampire Blood."
"Have you made your first kill?" Alan asked softly.
Sam looked away and shook his head. "There have been so many close calls."
…
Michael woke up to the sound of something moving. Light poured into the room and he looked around. Jack was creeping over to an asleep Phineas with a spoon in his hand. As he was nearing and Michael was waking the spoon transformed into a stake.
Michael jumped up and wrestled the stake from Jack's hand. Jack glared as Michael tossed it into the fire.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Michael yelled and Phineas sat up startled.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Jack tried to stake you!" Michael said. "What do you have to say?"
"Sorry." Jack mumbled angrily.
Michael gapped. Before he could say another word, however, there was a knock on the door. He walked over to it was Jack tried to slip up the stairs (Phineas grabbed him). Michael opened the door slowly.
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AN-What did you think? I hope to continue.
Background info: This story takes place after the first one and a short time before the second. I hope to run the story through the Tribe and the Thirst. This has no connection to the comic book series Reign of the Frogs. I have never read it. Please review. I want to know what you think.