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: Here we are, the first chapter. I'd like to clarify before you read that I'm Canadian, and we have strict differences between college and university (unlike the US). So even though this takes place in the US, the idea of college is that of Canada - often two years of education (sometimes three, or one for specific programs) resulting in a diploma. It's easier to write about things you know, and I'm currently in my first year of college, so I figured that it'd be easier to write that. From what I hear, it's similar to American community colleges, but not entirely.

Chapter One

"How did you end up with such a lousy roommate?"

The first weekend of college had passed, no classes had actually begun yet, but the majority of students had moved into their rooms in residence already. Although Alan had stayed home for his first year, he had decided to move into residence as Edgar had planned to, and Sam did the same. Neither of the boys wanted to stay home any longer than necessary, and took the chance to live somewhere else. Unfortunately, neither of the boys managed to get each other as their roommate, and neither Sam or Edgar were fond of their roommates. Sitting in Sam's room, Edgar fidgeted with the book list he held while Sam sat on the bed, shaking his head.

"You have a pretty shitty roommate too," Edgar replied to his friend.

"I'd still prefer mine over yours. How the Hell did they think you two would get along?"

"Wishful thinking in terms of unity?"

Still shaking his head, Sam looked up, "Must be it."

Whereas Sam's roommate was a very withdrawn boy, one people might call, "emo," with his dark hair in his face, dark makeup, and a depressing nature, Edgar's was not what he'd ever expected. Of course, he was doing his best to ignore the boy, as was easier for him to do than Sam. Edgar's roommate wore baggy clothing, listened to atrocious music, and had interests only in partying - and he managed to figure that out in only a couple days. He continued to read his booklist, wondering whether he'd be able to take the time to read any books besides comic books, or vampire books, but obviously he would have to.

"Large booklist?"

"Not as much as I expected," Edgar told him, "Though more than you have."

Alan had taken the community and justice services program the previous year, considering the only experience he had was, "bringing justice," through the experiences the Frog brothers had from vampire slaying. Edgar had chosen to take the same program for the exact same reason, but Sam on the other hand wasn't incredibly interested in justice services or the sort. Instead, Sam had chosen to take the advertising and creative media program, feeling that he'd be more suited for that. Both he and Edgar were disappointed that they'd have no classes with the other, but at least they both lived on the same floor in the college residence building for first years.

Sam picked up a comic book from the bedside table, "Where's Alan right now?"

That was a question Edgar had been asking himself. He had gone earlier that day to Alan's room in the other residence building, but the nineteen year old Frog hadn't been there. It felt weird to Edgar not knowing where Alan was, since they were basically always together throughout their life. That changed partially when they met Sam, as Edgar and Sam often spent a lot of time together without Alan, since they were the same age. Regardless, he had always known, and suddenly being clueless made him feel strange. Standing and making his way to the small bedroom window, Edgar looked out at the windy weather.

"I have no idea. It's not like him, to just suddenly disappear."

"Maybe he's catching up with friends, he had to make at least some last year," Sam suggested.

"Probably. It'll be getting dark soon, he better be careful out there."

Edgar knew his brother could take care of himself, but he couldn't help the feeling of worry that accompanied the thought of not knowing where Alan was. He never had to worry about his older brother since they were always together, and he knew Alan would not need to worry about him - if Edgar wasn't in his own room, rest assured he'd be in Sam's, or somewhere with Sam. Grunting, Edgar began to wonder if this would be the end of that closeness of the brothers, if this would be where they began to drift apart. There was no chance Edgar wanted that to happen, but he didn't rule out the possibility of it happening.

"He'll be fine, Edgar. He thinks the same way you do - don't leave the house without a stake in your pocket."

Edgar fought to suppress a smile, "That's not a stake in my pocket."

"Eww, buddy, I did not need to know that."

"Chill, Sam. I know better than to leave without a stake, with the vampire activity we've encountered."

"You believe in vampires?" came another sudden voice.

Both Edgar and Sam had forgotten that Sam's roommate had still been in the room, sitting at his desk with his laptop, apparently attempting to ignore the two friends. Most people in Santa Carla had learned to believe in vampires, with the massive amount of them that had been living there, so it was fairly accurate to assume that this boy hadn't lived in Santa Carla before coming to the college. He had looked at the two friends with an eyebrow raised, as if asking silently the question he'd already asked aloud. Sam looked over, unsure of how to respond, while Edgar just crossed his arms and threw on his intimidating expression while taking a step.

"You wouldn't?" he challenged.

"Please, I'm not that stupid. Vampires are just mythical creatures, everyone knows that."

Just as Edgar was ready to respond, a knock came at the door. He turned around just as Sam jumped up to answer, and difficultly held back a look of wonder when he saw Alan on the other side of the door. Edgar wanted to jump and hug his brother, but it was completely out of character for him, as was smiling - the reason why he always fought to hold back smiles or laughter. People would obviously think differently about him if he was caught doing any of those things. Alan used to think the same way, but after his first year of college, he'd loosened up a bit. Though often, his only smiling or laughter was done around Edgar or Sam.

"Alan, buddy, we were just talking about you!"

"Your social lives must really suck if you spend your time talking about me, Sam."

"We were just worried about bloodsuckers," Edgar clarified, "That's all."

"Sorry guys, I was with Emilia. Her friend Addison apparently had the hots for me."

The smug look on Alan's face as he said that clearly spoke volumes of his mood, he must've been attracted to this Addison in return. Edgar had heard briefly of Emilia over the year, she was a friend of Alan's who attended all the same classes as he did. He wasn't sure what to think of Alan having a female friend, seeing as the boys were not often approached by girls at all, but the thought did intrigue Edgar. It was lucky that he was good at wearing his neutral face, otherwise his thoughts would have been clear in his expression. Sam sat on the edge of his bed, recalling something he remembered Alan telling them a few months earlier.

"Emilia?" he asked, "Isn't she the one you wanted us to meet? The one interested in mythology?"

"Yeah, I'd have brought her today, but she had to leave suddenly. It was strange..."

The different tone in Alan's voice did not go unnoticed by Edgar, and he had a thought about this girl Emilia. He had heard that she was incredibly interested in mythology, and believed strongly in creatures like vampires and werewolves. It was that which brought Alan to her, and began their friendship - a mutual belief in vampires. Why would she believe so strongly in vampires, though? That was something which caused Edgar to wonder all the time, though it didn't seem as if his brother ever had. It wasn't as if she came from Santa Carla, basically the only place where it was acceptable to believe in vampires, because it was common knowledge that they lived there.

"Anyway," Alan changed the subject, "You two want to buy your books now? I'm heading up there."

"Sure, just let me find my booklist. Unlike Edgar, I tossed mine somewhere."

Nodding Alan reopened the door, "He's been obsessing over it, hasn't he? Brother of mine, you need a hobby."

Edgar didn't care how Alan phrased it, he felt that he already had a hobby. There was nothing else he really did besides read comics, talk with Sam, and kill vampires - what else could he even want to do? Well, of course now he would have to focus on school work - college was no walk in the park - but he doubted that he needed to do anything else. It wasn't as if Alan had a hobby anyway, either...he had a few friends that Edgar didn't know, but besides that, he really didn't go anywhere or see anyone else besides Edgar or Sam. Regardless, the younger Frog felt like arguing his side, as he had nothing better to say or do.

"I have a hobby, you know that."

"No, Edgar, that's work. That's our job, our career more or less, not just to pass the time."

"Whatever," he muttered, "Let's just go now."