Disclaimer: Obviously don't own the lost boys, however little Bidella is of my own invention :)

Author's Note: I was going to wait a week before posting this next chapter, especially since I haven't even begun to scribble out part 3 but I'm hoping putting this up now gets me motivated to get writing again.

"What the hell was that?" Edgar growled his voice echoing into the night.

Alan didn't seem to hear or perhaps he just choose to ignore. He stood half out of the car, searching the skies as if something was up there. When he seemed satisfied nothing was coming down he leaned across the drivers seat and grabbed their dinner, an extra large cheese pizza. Garlic sauce on the side for his over the top brother.

"Hello? Earth to fucking Alan," he snapped as his brother walked past him,"I had her! Why-"

"I know you did. That's why I stopped you."

"You better start explaining. Now!"

"Chill out, bro. Our guest is still here."

"Guest? We don't have undead guests. I kinda' thought that rule was just implied."

Stoic as always Alan perched himself on a work bench giving his brother a clam, even look. That blank stare was enough to drive him crazy somedays but Edgar checked himself. If he lost his cool now Alan would just turn reclusive and he'd never get his answers.

"All right, fine. So where is our…guest?"

"Come on down, Bidella," he called opening the pizza box and taking out a slice," its stuffed crust."

"Fuck that!"

Each looked overhead, Edgar the more surprised of the two at seeing the beautiful young woman crouched down on a rafter. She glared at them, especially at the one who'd tried to slay her, attempted murder weapon gripped tightly in his hand.

"I'm fine right where I am, thanks," she said edging as far behind the support beam as she could in fear of how good his aim might be,"I wouldn't even have come here in the first place if you 'd told me your brother was fucking insane!"

"He isn't insane. Not completely anyway."

Edgar shot his brother a reproachful look. You're on thin ice it said but Alan only offered up a calm smile. Grunting he turned back to the rafters. The pair of eyes had moved from him to the man behind him. Those eyes that had been so soft and playful while she was fixing the truck we're full of something else. Something Edgar couldn't put his finger on.

A sort of sick feeling was growing in the pit of his stomach. Keeping one eye on the vampire he turned his head slightly. The look on his sibling's face was as unreadable and passive as ever. Still, he didn't like this.

"So you wanna fill me in on just how it is you know one another?"

"Sit down, Edgar," he urged indicating the stole the vampire had been using," She's harmless. Ella's never killed a human in her life."

"That's impossible. She's a vampire."

"It is if you were born one."

"Also not possible."

"Sit, have a slice," Alan said offering him a piece.

"I don't want a fucking slice. I want someone to start making some goddamned scene. Now!"

No one spoke for a moment, their silence an almost tangible cloud hanging in the cool night air. A board creaked overhead as Bidella came out from the support beam and seated herself, legs dangling freely in the air. Edgar gave her a long look. A born vampire? That was almost laughable. Almost accept Alan seemed to sincerely believe it. Reluctantly he took the seat offered to him, sure to keep the girl in his line of sight.

"Happy?" he snapped and was lucky not to see the smirk his brother gave him.

"We met a few weeks after I…you know," he paused for a moment as if deciding how to proceed," After they turned me."

That feeling was back again. When they'd first turned him in Washington Alan had run. He'd been gone a little over a year before returning home and even then neither had enough courage to talk about his absence. So it had remained a dead subject. Until now.

He looked over his shoulder to find his little brother's gaze trained on him imploringly to see if he should continue. Whether they should or not Edgar wasn't completely certain. Some things were better left unsaid but the box was cracked already, why not open the damned thing? What was started couldn't be stopped much as he wished he'd have killed the girl before Alan could intervene.

Edgar gave him a nod. Time to see just what was in his brother's past.

"I'd been drifting for a while, never staying in one place too long. Mostly cheap motels and then abandoned buildings when I ran out of cash which was pretty quick. I didn't have a plan or a destination just a need to keep moving."

"Why didn't you just come home?"

"For the same reason I fled. I thought you'd kill me."

"Thats ridiculous," his brother sneered but Alan knew just how deep the truth had cut him.

"The bloodlust was starting to get the best of me. Most days I spent in a dazed fever, held up as far from the sun as I could get. Thats the way they found me, two officers checking out a report of a break in," Alan explained not looking at his brother any longer but to the girl in the rafters," I don't remember much about them or anything about the trip to the hospital."

"You were so out of it. They thought you were some homeless drug addict going through withdrawals. But I knew right away what you were…"

Both brothers turned their heads up at the small sound. Alan looked wistful, as if he there were things he wished to tell her. Things that no vampire hunter should say to their prey.

"The next real coherent memory I have is waking up in a hospital room, curtains drawn tight against the sun, staring up into her face. She'd guarded over me, pumped me full of plasma to alleviate the fever-"

"Plasma?"

"It's the component of blood which white and red cells are suspended in. All the dissolved proteins, glucose and minerals a vampire needs to sustain itself are in it," Bidella explained assuming a sort of instructing tone as if she weren't new to giving lectures,"That's why animal blood can support the undead. Just not as well as a humans, you see the bloodlust comes back faster but injecting a half vampire with plasma will quench their thirst for far longer without turning them."

"I don't exactly see how thats any different from making a kill."

"Don't give him the whole philosophical story, Ella. He won't believe it anyway."

Edgar's head snapped around giving his brother a sharp look but Alan didn't recant," Just think of it as a vitamin supplement for vampires."

"Whatever."

"Listen to her, Edgar. She knows what she's talking about."

"Who the hell is she? Dr. Quinn, Vampire Medicine woman?"

At this Bidella began to laugh. Softly at first then in great whooping howls almost falling backwards off the rafter. The sound was no less musical than it had been earlier. He hated that, how jovial and innocent it seemed. However he hated even more the soft laugh that came from behind. His own brother joining in with the vampire's sudden outburst.

For the first time Edgar truly felt out numbered. As if Alan was siding with this undead girl instead of the person who would always have his back. He growled softly gripping the steak he still clutched in his hand. Could he get a good throw of before either noticed?

Seeming to sense his change of mood, Bidella straightened up still chuckling and wiping affectedly at her dark eyes.

"Yes, Edgar. I am a doctor. What do you think I was doing at the hospital?"

"Looking for blood donors?" he sneered.

She threw her head back once more laughing at the garage's wooden ceiling. It was a genuine laugh, not feigned or meant to mock, which Edgar just couldn't understand. The girl seemed so real, so alive. It couldn't be, this just wasn't possible.

"I have to admit I have lost a blood sample or two."

Edgar merely grunted.

"Look, I can see you're out of humor tonight so let me put it in a nutshell," said Bidella, a hint of weariness in her soft voice," I took Alan home, which of course he protested at first but he was really in no position to argue and I'm just so damned persuasive! I taught him all the vampy shit he needed to know to stay on the human side of his duality and while he was with me we got attacked by yet another clan after my blood-"

"What so special about your blood?"

She stopped a moment, tongue pressed to the rough of her mouth as if it were glued there. A look of mingled sadness and perhaps a little desperation passed through her eyes. It was like a raincloud had overtaken the sun.

"In the history of the world there have been less than a half dozen born vampires," Alan spoke up when she couldn't," Their blood coveted the world over for its unknown powers. And all, Edgar, all of them were eventually murdered by their own clan. Their families, in order to protect the species."

"Protect it from what?"

It was Bidella who answered this time," Evolution. I've never given my blood to another. Who knows what I could create. Maybe more like me but then again maybe monsters…"

The trio fell into an awkward silence, each fumbling with their own feelings on the subject. It was a lot to swallow even for the woman that had been living for centuries with the secret burden.

"I came to see if the rumors were true. That you'd been turned back," she finally said and slide off the beam.

Edgar was up before her feet hit the cement floor, ready to move if he had to. Behind him Alan also rose but he was more than certain now that it wasn't to aid him. His blood boiled at the thought.

"I'm leaving so stay where you are."

"Wait-"

"Alan, I just wanted to see if you made it," Bidella almost whispered giving him a last look over her shoulder," I'm happy for you."

She seemed to blur in their vision as she turned to walk away, as if she weren't really a part of this reality. Then the woman was gone. Blink and miss it, like she was never there. The night was still once again the silence only broken by a lone coyote in the hills crying out to the moon.