Chapter Four
We drove up to Edgar's trailer. He was locking something up when Chris and I walked up behind him.
"Hey, man." He said. Edgar took Chris by the shirt, and threw him up against the fence, a metal stake to his neck. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Whoa. Whoa." I held in my laugh.
"Let's get something straight." Edgar said. "I let you get away with that shit the first time because I understand what it's like to lose a family member to the other side. If that happens again, you're gonna end up on the wrong side of the stake, are we clear?"
"Mm-hm." Chris said.
"Good."
"It's cool, man. Look, I just— I don't understand what's going on, alright? You said my sister was infected?"
"Your sister's become a member of the undead. A nightstalker. A bloodsucker. Nosferatu. Your sister's a suck monkey."
I started laughing. Edgar looked at me.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Suck monkey." I said, and bit my tongue to keep from laughing. Edgar rolled his eyes.
"Dude, that's—That's ridiculous, man."
"Ridiculous? Then what are you doing here?" Edgar went into his trailer. He came back out with a case.
"Look, some crazy shit happened at my place after you left."
"Define 'crazy shit'." Edgar told him. He set the case down, opened it, and examined it.
"Well, this—this chick came into my house and—And she sprouted fangs and then she turned into stone and exploded."
Edgar looked at him. "Now, that's just ridiculous." He said. "Vampires just don't turn into stone and then explode. They have to be pierced through the heart with a sharp object." He went back into his trailer.
"You know, I guess the antlers could have done that. I thought it had to be like a wooden stake or something."
"That's a myth." Edgar came back out, and set another case down. He opened it, and looked at it, making sure everything was there. "Any sharp object will do. As a matter of fact, it doesn't even have to be sharp. It can be a blunt object, as long as it pierces the heart."
"You said my sister was one of them? But how would that happen?"
"One of two ways. Either A, she was bit, or B, she drank the blood of the head vampire."
Chris's face screwed up in disgust.
"Your Uncle Michael did it too. So did Aunt Star." I said. He looked at me like I was nuts. He looked back at Edgar.
"How do you know so much about vampires?"
Edgar just cocked an eyebrow.
```~~~INSIDE~~~```
Edgar threw some books down in front of Chris.
"Comic books, my friend, comic books."
"I ask you for answers, and you give me comic books?" Chris asked. Edgar got in his face.
"Hey. A lot of valuable information can be gained by reading comic books. For example," he opened a comic. "See here? This poor sap's drinking the blood of the head vampire. They like to trick people by putting it into wine bottles." He walked over to the counter, and took out a cup. He put in some crushed garlic, a raw egg, holy water, stirred it up, and then drank it.
"Dude, what are you drinking, man?" Chris asked. I shuddered. Edgar slammed the cup down.
"Frog Juice." He answered, looking at him. "Garlic, holy water, and raw eggs." He wiped his mouth. I shuddered again.
"Okay, look, so what you're saying is, based on a comic book, my sister drank blood, and now she's a vampire."
"Half. She's only half vampire. She won't make the transition to full bloodsucker until she makes her first kill."
"Great." Chris said, unenthusiastically.
"That is great, actually." Edgar said. He sat down in front of him. "Because it means you still have time to save her mortal soul. All you have to do is kill the head vampire before she feeds."
```~~~LATER~~~```
Chris had left. I told him that I'd be right behind him, but stayed longer than intended.
"Thanks for helping him. Really." I said.
"I'm not doing it for anyone's sake, if that's what you mean." Edgar said. He still sat at the table, but didn't look at me.
"I didn't mean that. I'm just glad you are."
I walked over to the table, and sat in front of him. I took his hand. Edgar tensed, but didn't pull back. "Why did we get divorced?" I asked.
"It was your idea." Edgar muttered.
"It was dumb, I'll admit. And I never gave you the ring back..."
"Keep it. I don't want it."
"What about this?" I asked, leaning forward. I kissed him. It had been two years ever since we came close to doing this. We broke apart, and I stood. "I'm sorry." I said. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." I headed towards the door. Edgar got up, and grabbed my arm. I turned. He placed his hands behind my ears, and made us both lean forward. We kissed again, this one hotter an passionate than the last one. Then, we were on the couch. How, I don't remember. He placed his hand on my breast as it kept getting hotter and hotter. My hands went under his shirt, and ventured around his chest. Next thing I knew, Edgar had his shirt off, and we were grinding against each other. I hooked my legs around his waist, and his lips left mine. They ventured to my neck, where he proceeded to kiss me. I moaned. My nails dug into his skin when he nibbled on that one certain spot. The jerk remembered where it was. I couldn't help it anymore. I had to kiss him again. I pulled his head up, and kissed him. His hand went up my thigh, to my ass, and back down. His hands went to my shirt, and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere. His hands were on both of my breasts, over the bra, of course. I let this happen. I let this go on because I wanted it so bad. I wanted more, but my cell phone rang. Both of us looked up.
"Sorry." I said. I reached in my pocket, and took my phone out. "Hello?"
"Aunt Casey. You need to come. Now." Chris said. Then he hung up.
"Damn it." I muttered. "Sorry. I have to go."
Edgar sat up, looking disappointed. I got up, and saw all the buttons and Edgar's shirt on the floor. "We made a mess." I said.
"Here, take this." Edgar said, handing me a jacket. I put it on, and buttoned it up. I looked at him.
"Thanks. I'll see you later."
Edgar kissed me, and then pulled away. "Bye." He said. I smiled, waved, and the walked out the door.