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Note to the reader: So what did you think of the last chapter? It was pretty epic wasn't it? Haha, I don't know, I was hoping it was. So anyways, enjoy this chapter! :D

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Oh fuck, I thought to myself as I helplessly watched Emma lose consciousness before me. "Emma!" I tried to shake her awake again. "Emma!" Her eyes slowly flickered open, and she moaned in pain while writhing on the ground. "I know you're in pain right now, but trust me it'll go away!" I started to try and plead with her frantically, "I just…I couldn't let you die like that!" I felt the same choked up feeling return to the back of my throat. I tried to swallow it back, but it only half worked. Her eyes filled with rage, "At least dying was fucking peaceful!" She growled at me. I was a bit taken back at this. I had really hoped she'd be grateful, but then again, her dad was Edgar fucking Frog, killer of all vampires. Emma groaned in pain again, but sat up anyways. "I fucking hate vampires and everything that has to do with them!" She shouted at me, strong rage filling her tone. "Why the fuck did you try to save me? Even death would have been better!" She was screaming now, throwing me into a fit of anger too.

"God damn it Emma!" I spat at her, "You should be grateful that I did that! But no, you're going to yell at me for it instead?" I was screaming now too.

"You bet I'm going to yell at you!" She bit back, "How could you even WANT to do this to me?"

"I didn't want to do it, but you're my cousin AND my best friend! I couldn't let that happen!" I felt my chest heaving in anger now.

"Well you should have!" She growled, "I can't believe you would even try this! You could've turned fully!"

"I wasn't trying it for myself!" I argued with her, "If there had been another way to help you, trust me, I would've used it!"

Her eyes gleamed a bright yellow in the darkness, "I didn't say you were trying it!" She hissed, "I said that you shouldn't have risked fully changing for me! I'm not important! And you've only been a vampire for a few days!"

"You're important to me!" I shrieked at her, "And I didn't kill you! I wasn't even close!" I took a deep breath. "Stop criticizing me for something that didn't even happen!"

"It doesn't matter!" She shouted viciously, "You should have let me die! Death at least, would be better than this fucking half life!"

"I couldn't let you die! I just couldn't!" I was breathing harder now, "But don't you get it?" I tried to reason with her, "You're a HALF vampire, we both are. We still have a chance at turning back!"

She rolled her eyes now. "Yeah, except that the bloodsucker who turned us got away. So now we have NO idea where he is."

I sighed, "We can find him. We did it once, we can do it again."

Her eyes were burning with anger again. "Yeah, and the second time I almost got killed. AND he got what he wanted…"she trailed off, looking out to the ocean, then right back at me, her anger rekindled. "So why the fuck did you have to do that?" She spat at me.

"I didn't want to have to do that, but did you really expect me to let you die like favor.

"Of course I did!" She growled at me. "The head vampire got exactly what he wanted!" She was screaming by now.

I screamed back, "He wouldn't care if you were dead or not! He only wants to hurt our dads!"

"Shut up!" she moaned. "Just shut up! You should've let me die! I can't go back to my dad like this!"

Now I could feel a burning anger rising up in my chest, rapidly growing to its full potential. "Yes you can! You forced me to do the same thing!" I instantly regretted those words at seeing Emma's slightly hurt expression. "And he wouldn't do anything to you…" I defended. "You're really all he's got."

She appeared less angry now, but there was still a touch of it evident in her voice. "Yeah, well your dad knows what it's like." She spoke with an edge in her voice. "He can even sympathize. You guys have formed a fucking closer bond than my dad and I ever will, thanks to this."

I was a bit taken back at that response. "What do you mean closer? If anything he gets more tense around me!" I tried, "And by the time we work this out, you and your dad obviously formed a closer bond too!"

She shot me a glare. "Are you fucking insane?" She was screaming again, this time, more viciously though. "My dad will NEVER be able to look at me the same way again! At least YOUR DAD knows what you're going through!"

"He was never able to look at his own brother the same way again either. But they made it through, we can too!"

She ignored my last sentence. "Exactly! That's how I know he'll never be able to look at me the same way again!"

"I bet he'll respect you even more once we find a way out of this!"

She stared back at me, arms crossed, her face twisted in what I guess was pain, anger and confusion-What an awful combination. "He respects his brother doesn't he? It's the same fucking concept!" I shouted at her.

"You seem to forget that I'm his daughter!" She shouted, "Damn it, he'll never be able to trust me!" That shout I felt wasn't directed towards me, but I wasn't sure.

"He'll learn to trust you! How could he not?"

"SHUT UP!" She shrieked at me. "You don't understand!"

I took a step away from her, taken back by that comment. I felt my anger and rage rising higher and higher, getting dangerously close to its breaking point. "I don't understand?" I felt my fangs grow out quickly and they poked my bottom lip as I spoke; I could sense my eyes starting to glow that stupid bright yellow again instead of their normal green. I didn't care at that moment though. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND?" I shrieked back at Emma, now advancing toward her.

"No, you don't!" She screamed at me. "Stop trying to tell me it'll be alright because it won't!"

"Why don't you trust me on this?"

She took a moment to respond to that. "I do!" She finally answered. "But my dad won't understand!" She argued, suddenly much calmer. I realized then how moody we might've seemed to anyone who could've been watching us. I banished the thought from my mind because of its randomness.

I sighed. "No. He'll understand, even if we have to force him. My dad will probably understand, like you said, and then it will be three against one."

She looked away, then back to me. "…Fine." She finally answered. "But I'm still pretty sure that we're totally fucked."

I exhaled through my nose. "I know. I'm sorry."

"I'm not sure whether I forgive you or not." She replied dryly and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I…" I looked away, unable to form a coherent sentence, even in my head.

"I just know that now, we have to work on not killing anyone, or ourselves."

"That's always been the goal." I replied dryly, finding my vocabulary again.

"Well now it should be a little easier." She sighed, and looked down at the ground, and kicked a rock in the sand.

I looked at her, feeling incredibly bad for her all of a sudden; I reached out to put my arm around her shoulder, for comfort like we always did, but then I remembered. She was probably still furious with me; I pulled my arm back to my side. "I know…" I replied feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Thanks." She responded, while staring blankly at the ground.

I nodded, and bit my lip. "Well we should probably go back home and face them now." I started walking back down the cliff. I heard Emma start walking too, and before long she caught up with me again. "I am so fucked." She mumbled and I sighed.