Merry Christmas! Have all of you been naughty or nice? Most likely naughty because you're reading an incesty, Frogcesty, violent, rated M fan fiction! You sickos! Worry not my friends, for I'm probably more sicko than all of you because EYE wrote it! XDD
I feel really bad that I haven't updated in so long. But Senior school year plus everlasting shifts at Target cashiering for crazy holiday shoppers and last-minute cramming shoppers, and homework all on top of that is a pain in the ass. I'm actually looking forward to getting laid off because I have to travel down one mountain, across a flat through the valley, over another mountain and down it again, over the river and through the woods to the teddy bear picnic and lions and tigers and bears oh my to just fucking get to work. Sure the gas prices over there are WONDERFUL, lowest I saw was $3.19 a gallon. Here in my hometown it's $3.45!
I'll try and be more punctual with my updates especially since things are heating up in the world of Clandestine! And I'm not talking about Frogcest either! Confrontations will be made! Blood will be shed! Violence will break out! Aaaaaaaaaand, I might just leave you with a cliffhanger XDD Again...
Don't be too mad at me though. I hope my update has brightened up your Christmas weekend. It's my present. Oh also your Hanukkah, your Quanza, your...whatever you celebrate present...O_O Uh...happy holidays? Happier than mine at least, Christmas will be pushed back for me this year as my older brother is in the hospital after a car accident. If he'd been a smaller man (he's 6'2 and nearly 300 pounds, he's a big guy, not fat but bulky) he'd be dead now and I'm just glad he's alive. He'll be okay though, just out of action for three months while wearing a halo while being bored out of his mind, so no worries.
Alan grunted when Laddie's Chucks stomped over him. The three boys looked into the corner beside the door where the little beast was bracing himself, glaring at them with wide demonic eyes and baring his pointed teeth at him, breathing out growls. It had to be the freakiest thing any of them had ever seen. Sure they'd been dealing with plenty of scary vampires today, but they were big, and this one was a little kid. It was wrong and creepy in so many ways.
Seeing innocence tainted by such a curse…that was freaky.
"Holy shit!" Alan looked at Edgar and Sam who were littered with pieces of Sam's bed. "It's the attack of Eddie fuckin' Munster!"
"Get him!"
The three boys shoved themselves to their feet and weapons in hand sprang toward the little terror.
That's when Star came bursting out of the closet, standing between the boys and Laddie. "Stop it! You just stay away from him!" Tears touched her eyes for her little companion. "He's just a little boy…"
She wrapped an arm around Laddie when the little abomination tried to slip around her. His little clawed hand tried swiping at them around Star, and out of his mouth spewed grunts and preying growls. Sam shrunk away in fear. The brothers frowned in disgust down at the little monstrosity.
"SO—IS—MINE!"
The three boys and Star froze at the faint yell. Even Laddie paused, his fangs bared and his amber eyes looking around. "That's Michael!" Sam squeaked, but halfway through his words, there was a bloodcurdling scream of pain that echoed through the house; which was already groaning from the bloody water spraying out of any crack and opening it could escape.
"Shit!" Edgar hissed, and holstered his holy water gun and listening hard in the new silence. Star picked up Laddie and shoved him into the closet, "Stay here, Laddie. Just stay here okay?"
Alan shook his head when the little unholy freak of nature nodded in promising and shifted back as Star closed the closet doors. Then she shoved past the boys and left the room. "Watch it! It's not safe!" Sam shrieked, trying to grab at her. But she was rushing down the stairs, diving headfirst into a possibly deadly situation, calling, "Michael? Michael?"
The brothers glanced at each other and went after her. Sam gaped, "Wait for me! Don't leave me alone!" He hurried down the stairs after them. Edgar led the way, hand poised for his holy water gun. Alan followed close behind, hand gripped on a stake, and teeth clenched. Sam was hardly a step behind him, calling his brother's name when he no longer heard Star doing it.
Edgar froze in the archway to Grandpa Emerson's red-lit room of taxidermy gore. Alan grabbed onto his shoulder and saw what his brother saw and he grinned in triumph, "Yeah!" Sam joined them and gasped, and gagged when he saw what they saw, covering his mouth and looking away.
There was the last vampire. The Head Vampire as Michael had described to them. Big, bad, blonde David. All dressed in black David. Conniving, strong, deviant, manipulating, cunning, dominant David. Well there was David, laid out with a pair of long, bloody antelope antlers run through his chest, the one obviously piercing the heart. There was David, limp and unmoving, and very dead.
"Get away Sam." Came a lowly growl from the left. The three boys threw their gaze to the voice and found Star looking back at them, worriedly. Behind her, Michael was shielding himself from view in the shadows, keeping a firm grip on Star to keep her from moving and revealing him.
"Mike, what's wrong?" Sam asked worriedly as he panted. "I said GET AWAY!" came the angry response when Sam took a step toward him. Sam, in turn, jumped back.
Edgar shook his head, "What's the big deal? You destroyed the Head Vampire! It's all over."
Michael's voice vibrated with an inhuman growl as he spoke again. "Nothing's changed."
Star swallowed and gasped, "He's right, I don't feel any different."
Edgar's eyebrows lowered and Alan's jaw clenched. The Frog brothers looked at one another, nearly glaring at one another, silently communicating about what they'd just been told. Edgar said quietly, "Then there's one more…"
Alan glanced silently around. One more…there could be a hundred more for all we know.
"Sam? Michael?"
"Shit!" Sam whispered as the three boys turned their heads toward the foyer where Lucy's voice was coming from.
Sam looked back toward Michael and Edgar saw him Mike sink further into the shadows. "I'll handle Mom." Then Edgar and Alan felt Sam grab their shoulders. He turned them around, away from Star, Michael and the unmoving David. He steered them back through the foyer and he murmured to them, "Don't let her see any of the bodies."
Edgar snorted, "That's gonna fuckin' be easy."
Alan muttered, "Gonna have to hose Navajo Joe off the walls to make that possible there, dipshit." Sam elbowed them both, and squeaked, "Shut up!"
Lucy was interrogating up a storm and Sam dragged her away towards the dining room, trying to remind her of some fucking food fight…? Edgar was trying to give it to the woman straight somewhat truthfully, trying to lie better than Sammy was freakin' doing.
"The hell? This has nothing to do with a food fight!"
"Mom, just listen to me,"
"Sam! I want to know what's going on here! Where's Michael?"
"Calm down, Mrs. Emerson,"
"Mom, seriously, do you remember that time me and Michael,"
"This place is a mess! What's going on here?"
"Hold up just a second, I'm the head Frog here and I'm trying to,"
"Mom! Please just,"
Then Lucy pointed a finger at Sam and started across the foyer, "Enough Sam, I don't want to hear another word from you until I talk to Michael!" Sammy winced, having not heard his mother speak so seriously and harshly since she and his father had argued and fought until their divorce back in Phoenix.
"I'm sorry, Lucy." Came a sincere voice from the entrance to Grandpa Emerson's slaughter house.
Everyone looked over and found the tall, awkward, nerdy, innocent Max entering the foyer. "This is all my fault. David and my boys misbehaved," Edgar's jaw muscle twitched when he heard the word misbehaved laced with a chuckle. The hair on the back of Alan's neck stood up when Max removed his glasses and smiled apologetically, still approaching. He gestured to Lucy with his glasses, "But I told you, boys need a mother."
"Max, what are you talking about?" Lucy asked with her delicate, questioning voice.
Shit… Edgar thought.
Is this really fucking going down right now? Alan's skull danced with this frantic realization. He pressed his hand to the painful throbbing in the bite on the side of his neck. He swore he could feel a magnetic pull as Max looked somberly into the lit fireplace.
Lucy took a step back, obviously creeped out, bumping into Sam as she did. "Wait a second, I knew it! You're the Head Vampire!" Sam exclaimed.
Edgar slipped back into the dining room, Alan instinctively stepping back with him. Nice Sammy, keep using your idiot charm to antagonize the fucking Head Vampire. Hope you're still alive when we get back in there.
"Sam, don't start this again," Lucy scolded firmly.
"You're the secret that David was protecting." Star said as she emerged from the shadows, circling around Max warily as he glanced over his shoulder at her with a slight nod and a hum of agreement and another smiling, airy chuckle.
Edgar lifted a couple of carving knives from Lucy's stainless steel set and passed one to Alan, hardly believing what he was hearing in the next room.
Lucy stared at Star in surprise, "Who's this?"
The brothers reentered and Alan kept the knife raised in front of him, ready to strike. "But you passed all the tests."
Max paused, studying the bandages secured around Alan's neck. Alan could feel his gaze, good god how he wanted to just gouge those playing innocent eyes out. He could feel the bite throbbing painfully now, slowly heating up, bringing a bead of sweat to his temple.
Then Max lowered his eyebrows a bit, making a face that Alan and Edgar would recognize as 'pshhh, you dillhole' or 'nice going, numbskull' or in Max's case:
"Don't ever invite a vampire into your house, you silly boy. It renders you powerless." He said, looking directly into Sam's eyes. He raised his eyebrows in a done's-done sort of way and gazed back into the flames in the fireplace.
"Did you know that?" Sam asked Edgar around his mother who was looking around at everyone as if they'd all gone entirely mad.
Edgar looked sternly at Sam, "Yes, I did. Now who the hell invited this suck monkey beanpole inside the house?" Lucy looked to Edgar suddenly, appalled at his vocabulary and she exclaimed looking all around the room, "Has everyone gone crazy here? What is the matter with all of you?"
Sam shuddered when Max turned his calm gaze back toward Lucy. And he felt his stomach turn when he spoke, "It was you I was after all along Lucy." Sam took a step in front of her and he felt her jump beside him, grasping his arm. Edgar poised the long thin knife in his hand, jaw clenching. So he was after the female of the clan the whole time. Take out all the others and take his prize… Edgar thought.
"I knew…that if I could get Sam and Michael…into the family…there's no way you could say no." Max said, and Sam thought he could puke from all of the images bursting through his brain. Vampires Everywhere come to life is what it was except it was happening to him and his family.
Or bring everyone over to the dark side of the fence giving her no choice but to follow…Edgar corrected himself.
Lucy was starting to feel threatened at this point. She sternly asked, no commanded, "Where's Michael?"
But Max wouldn't deter. "It was all going to be so perfect, Lucy…" And he stared off into space for a moment.
The brothers, Sam and Lucy took a few steps back. Alan felt a palpitation grasp his heart and he sucked in a quiet gasp. His vision clouded up slightly around the edges and he could feel people screaming. Hear them bleeding. Smell them dying. He could still see what was happening in front of him, but it was as if Max's imaginings were passing through his senses. He looked to his brother who still had his cold glare fixed on Max, not seeming to hear, feel or smell what Alan could. Oh shit…
"Just like one big, happy family." Max murmured into the air. Then he turned his gaze back toward Lucy, gesturing toward her with his glasses, "Your boys," He rotated his torso slightly to look back toward Grandpa Emerson's taxidermy crime scene, "and my boys."
Edgar growled with his deep voice, "Great. The blood-sucking Brady Bunch! You're insane!"
And then Max turned back around.
Max's skin had grayed, his forehead had protruded, his eyebrows angled, his eyes glowed angry amber and his teeth had extended into a pair of pointed fangs. The stuffed lion behind him paled, shivered and tucked its tail in between its legs in comparison to what stood before them now. "But I still want you Lucy," He growled, his long tongue flicking out from between his teeth.
Lucy and Sam screamed. Star jumped and gasped in terror. Edgar ground his teeth, unwilling to accept his fear. Alan felt a shudder travel across and down his chest. He shook his head quickly, trying to get the whispering voices out of it, trying to keep his eyes from rolling back into his skull.
Then finally, Michael stepped out from the shadows, housing similar features to Max but his skin wasn't gray but flushed and shined with sweat and undried blood from his previous fight that had caused David's death. His amber eyes glared and his fanged mouth growled, "I didn't invite you this time, Max."
Edgar heard Lucy speak softly Michael's name, horrified and worried. Edgar couldn't blame her. Michael was not a pretty sight, not as bad as Papa Vampire over there but still pretty bad. Max turned and laughed demonically at the challenge. Michael charged forward, claws raised to slash at Max's throat.
"MICHAEL NO!" Lucy screamed as Max turned the tables and caught Michael around the throat instead. He sent him flying upward, crashing through the railings on the floor above them where he laid still, a foot hanging over the edge. Lucy jumped forward, looking up at her first-born, "Michael!"
Star sprang forward with a broken rod of wood that might have been a hat stand at one point in its life span. But Max caught the rod in his big, clawed hands and sent her back, flying across the room and crashing to the floor.
The Frog brothers sprang forward together, yelling out battle cries. Max shoved Edgar back sending him over a wooden cable spool that passed as a coffee table, knocking the knife from his grip. And at the same time, he seized Alan by the bite in his neck. Alan's eyes shut tightly and he yelled out in pain, grabbing the clawed hand as smoke started to rise from the broken skin of the bite.
"Kill your brother." The beast growled inhumanly throwing Alan into the air where he clung to a rafter.
Sam shouted, "Don't you touch my mother you shit-sucking bastard!" and he lunged at Max, barehanded and weaponless, ready to fight to the death to protect his mom.
Edgar coughed having had the wind knocked out of him. His vision swayed a second and then focused to the beams high above them on the ceiling. "Alan?" he whispered in horror.