Chapter five

"Jack!" Michael yelled angrily at him. "How could you?"

Michael stared at Jack and the two Colite clan brothers whose attention seemed to be on Phineas. Phineas seemed very somber in the presence of the boys who he once called family: Roger and Jason. Jack stood there nonchalantly staring back at Michael.

"I don't think that I did anything wrong, Michael," Jacks said with a shrug. "I was learning how to hunt vampire scum like Phineas."

Michael glared and shook his head. "Phineas is a half vampire. He hasn't killed anyone yet."

Jack shrugged. "I don't care! He could have killed me and he would have too if you hadn't shown up!"

Michael sighed. "I will not let you hurt Phineas, you understand?"

Jack laughed and nodded and saluted Michael as he walked away pulling Phineas with him.

Michael was seething with anger. He couldn't believe that someone would want to hurt someone who was innocent. Why was Jack fixed on killing Phineas? Two weeks ago, he had no idea that vampires even existed.

"Michael?" Phineas said, his voice soft. "They want me dead."

"It doesn't matter," Michael said through gritted teeth. "I won't let them kill you. We'll find a way to change you back into a normal human. Don't worry."

"Michael?" Phineas stopped and so did Michael. "Is there a way to get Sam back?"

Michael shook his head. "If there were, we'd never find it."

…

Sam walked through the tunnel caves carrying the bottle of blood he was going to deliver to Alan. Alan was slowly beginning to enjoy the taste of blood and Sam noticed it as he brought more bottles to his friend. It was all a part of Sam's plan.

Alan was easily manipulated in his weak state and Sam planned on exploiting this for his own personal gain. His target for Alan's hidden blood lust? The only person he planned on getting was Edgar. After what Edgar had pulled two years ago with a vampire who had kidnapped Sam and turned him, Sam was pissed off!

Edgar simply left Sam when they were escaping. He only cared enough to save himself when he had ever chance to save Sam as well. How could the bastard leave him at the mercy of a crazy killer? Sometimes, Sam wished that he had been killed. But, since he was alive, he had a goal to accomplish.

Sam entered the small room that Alan was staying in. He found his friend laying across his bed with his face buried.

"Alan?" Sam asked. "I brought you some blood."

Alan grunted in response. Sam sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and rolled Alan onto his back. His friend's eyes were read and puffy. He stared at Sam sadly and Sam shook his head.

"Hey," He said and patted Alan's head. "What's wrong? You look awful."

"I don't like this, Sam!" He growled. "What's happening to me?"

Sam spoke with precision. "It's natural. Alan, it's going to become harder and harder for you to resist feeding. You shouldn't find it so much. It will become very exhausting."

Alan shook his head. "I don't want to be a full vamp, Sam! You know that!"

Sam laughed. "You were going to bite me when we were on the beach."

Alan looked at the ceiling and glared. "SO?"

"You need to feed, Alan. The taste of human blood is so satisfying and rich. I used to hate what I was but when I embraced it, life was so much easier!"

Sam wore a twisted smile upon his face. He remembered his first kill as if it were yesterday, the life that left the poor soul he came across in his anger.

"You'll learn not to feel guilty. You'll learn that it is such an amazing experience."

Alan turned onto his side to face away from Sam. Sam grinned. Alan was actually thinking about his words.

Soon.

Very soon.

…

The Colite brothers lead Jack back into their little, cozy house where they replaced their weapons and both of them grabbed something to drink. Jack took a seat on the sofa in their living room and, a few minutes later, Roger and Jason joined him.

For a few minutes, all was silent. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of Jason and Roger sipping on their drinks softly and then setting them onto the table before Jason began to speak.

"Jack," He said, his voice light and smooth. "Do you want to take your vampire hunting skills to the next level?"

Jack nodded. "Of course!"

A smile washed over the face of Jason. "Then, you must meet our best hunter, Sarah."

Sarah? A girl? A girl was their best hunter?

"She's our sister," Roger said with a slight glint in his eyes. "She taught us."

Jack nodded. Roger and Jason seemed like very capable vampire hunters. If they had learned from her, she must be very skilled as well.

"I'd be honored to meet her." He said with a nod.

"Excelent," Jason said with a grin. "She'll be on her way in the morning."

Jack nodded and then went to his bed, the bed that Jason and Roger made up for him. If this girl, Sarah, was going to help him become a skilled vampire hunter, he couldn't wait! He wanted badly use his skills to kill Phineas and every creature who was like him.

What did it matter that he was only a half vampire? He was still a blood crazy fiend that must be taken out! They all were! Why was Michael protecting Phineas anyway? Vampires were menacing creatures. If Michael wouldn't take out Phineas, somebody had to. Sooner or later, Phineas would end up biting Michael, right?

Something had to be done and Jack felt that he was the exact person to do it,

Whatever it was.

…

Michael threw the door to his house open and went inside. He grabbed his cellular phone and dialed a number.

"Who are you calling?" Phineas asked.

"The person who brought Jason and Roger here to become a vampire hunter who preys on half vamps," Michael replied.

The phone rang in his ear three times before Edgar picked it up on the other end.

"Frog," Edgar's voice echoed.

"Edgar, it's Michael," Michael said. "Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" Edgar asked.

"You brought the Colite clan back here after all those years," Michael said angrily. "Seriously! Why?"

Edgar grumbled on the other end. "Do Jason and Roger look the same as they did back then?"

Michael sighed in frustration. "That is not an answer to my question! Why did you bring the Colite clan back here? After they adopted Miranda, they left and said they wouldn't be back!"

"Correction," Edgar voiced. "I didn't bring the Colite clan back. I brought Roger and Jason to Fisher. And I did it because the brat was yammering about some stupid half vampire who I could only assume was Phineas. They only people who know how to deal with Phineas are the ones who grew up with him, right?"

Michael groaned angrily and slammed down his phone. Phineas seemed startled.

"Not the answer you wanted?" He asked.

Michael shook his head and sat down on his sofa. Phineas pulled him a beer from the fridge and passed it over to him. Gratefully, Michael accepted it and began to drink. Alcohol always seemed like a good way to calm his nerves.

Phineas sat beside him on the sofa and sighed softly. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them knew what to say. A few minutes later, Michael went to his room and locked the door behind him. Phineas sighed softly and laid back on the sofa.

…

Edgar walked away towards the small trailer he had been living in for the past month. He was in Lunar Bay and he had just dropped off Chris Emerson and his sister, Nicole, who he had just saved from the vampire group lead by Shane Powers who had turned both of them into half vampires.

Chris had teamed up with him to destroy the head vampire and things were pretty alright now. Chris and Nicole, the cousins of Sam and Michael, were now home safe. For Edgar, it was a win. He had just killed another group of vampires and that lessened the population. Every time one of those suckers went rouge and he killed them, he felt very pleased with himself but there was always more.

Edgar sighed softly and sat down on the small, make-shift table. He blended together a raw egg, some holy water, and mashed up garlic (frog juice) and gulped it down easily. He had been drinking this odd concoction for a few years now hoping that it would aid him against vampires.

So far, it's worked.

Edgar clicked a button on his television screen but it didn't come on.

"Great," He scowled. "They shut my electricity off again."

Damnit!

Edgar turned on a small gas lamp and, when it lit up, it cast light over a picture. He picked up the picture in his hands. It was him, Sam, and Alan all standing together.

Back in the good old days.

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AN: I rather liked typing this chapter. I added in characters from The Lost Boys: The Tribe (Nicole and Chris Emerson) because, like I said previously, I am hoping to run this fanfiction all the way through The Lost Boys: The Thirst. I just want to make something clear: The Colite clan that I keep mentioning is an allusion to another fanfiction I wrote for The Lost Boys. It featured characters Sarah, Jason, Miranda (who had a different name when I first wrote it), and Roger as well as Phineas. This fanfiction was not a hit but I appreciated when it was up and people read and enjoyed it.

I hope you enjoyed this update and I hope that I will be updating soon. I have to write an English essay on The Life of Pi right now for my English class. Thank you for reading and I would love it if you left a review.

~ Ted Theodore Logan (Rahxas)