Description
The year is 1993. Something has happened that will change Blanche and Edgar's life forever. How will Edgar take it when he finds out?
Characters
Blanche, Doctor, Edgar, mentions of Alan and Mr and Mrs Frog.
Author note
Sorry, but this story gets a little soppy. Kind of fits with the main plot, though. Hope you enjoy it!
Story Start
Blanche looked up at the doctor, mouth wide open. She hadn't expected this to happen.
'What am I going to tell Edgar?'
'You didn't expect this?'
She shook her head. 'I didn't think that I'd...' Her voice trailed off.
After a short silence, she looked up to the doctor.
'Please, don't tell him? He wouldn't be able to cope with this.'
'He'll have to find out eventually. He's the -'
'That's why I'm going to have to leave.'
The doctor looked over her glasses at her.
'Blanche, I don't think that you should separate the -'
'I'm going. I can handle this on my own. I'll cope. Somehow.'
With a short thank you and goodbye, she stood up and left the room. Edgar was still in the waiting room, obviously uncomfortable. Blanche thought she could see a little bit of relief in his face when he saw her and stood up.
The doctor swung her head around the door.
'Edgar.' She whispered. 'Come here a minute.'
He turned around, staring at the doctor.
'It's important. About Blanche.'
He looked a little worried and walked into the room.
'This is for your own good.' She thought as she closed the door.
...
When Blanche came home, she hauled an empty backpack from under the bed. Something strange crossed her mind as she packed clothes and essentials into it; Edgar had stayed at the doctor's clinic for a while. He hated doctors and stuff like that. Why would he stay there longer than he needed to?
With that, he burst through the bedroom door. He looked from her to the bag in confusion.
'What're you doing?'
'Packing.' She calmly returned to the bag.
'Why? You don't have any plans, do you?'
'No. I just... Have to go.'
'It's about what happened with the doctor, isn't it? She told me what's going on. For Christ's sake, why didn't you tell me?'
She looked at him. 'I guess I was scared.'
'Why? Did you think I was gonna leave you just because you're having a baby?'
She looked away again. 'You probably don't want kids. I thought you'd probably make me get rid of it.'
Edgar furrowed his eyebrows. He'd never really thought about having kids. Besides, what if he ended up treating it the way his own parents had treated him?
Sure, they used to be really good parents; the Frogs had once been a perfectly normal family. Then mom and dad got into drugs somehow when he was a kid. Alan had to watch him practically all the time. Both of them were ignored by their parents, who usually sat in their room and smoked themselves silly or slept most of the day. The only real sanctuary the boys had was their imaginations. Or of course their comic books.
Then one day in English class he stumbled across a copy of Dracula. A very simplified version, but the same story nonetheless. From then on, he became obsessed with vampires and the undead. Abraham Van Helsing became his idol. Alan followed suit, and through the years they turned into the vampire experts they were now. Well, Alan was more than an expert now; he had stooped as low as becoming one.
If he kept this kid, he could be putting it in a lot of danger. Members of the undead were constantly trying to kill Blanche and himself; if word got out that she was pregnant, the attacks would probably get worse. Besides, what if they actually did get killed - what would happen to the kid then?
Did he really want this? He didn't want to lose Blanche, but...
'I thought I'd better get away.' She continued. 'I can look after the kid myself, or we could put it into an orphanage somewhere.'
'No.' He said, holding her hand and squeezing it gently. 'We're keeping the kid.'
'No child of mine is going to live like I did.' He thought. 'My kid's gonna have two parents that love it and take care of it.'
...
A/N: I was thinking of turning this into a sort of mini-series. Any thoughts?