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Agreements

"So, what were we talking about before Allan dragged me out into the sunlight?" I asked once we were inside the comic store. "Um, I think you and Edgar were having a little love spat about whether you should fight or not," Allan answered. "Oh yeah…you're still not going to fight," Edgar growled. "Oh come on, Edgar, I've fought before. I've been hunting wild animals for two weeks now, which sometimes means fighting off other hungry predators. I can handle myself, you've gotta trust me," I insisted, fixing my earnest gaze on Edgar's pained one.

For a moment, we just stared each other down, and then finally Edgar dropped his eyes. "Okay, okay. You can fight," he muttered reluctantly. I smiled in triumph but it disappeared quickly. "I'm not exactly sure when this other coven is going to attack, so we'll need to start training right away," I said, and the Frog brothers exchanged a glance.

"You mean, just us, or your friends, or both?" Allan inquired slowly, his eyes wary. "Both," I replied, wondering why he was sounding so cautious.

"Dammit! Can't we just practice on our own? Hello? Professinal vampire hunters here, remember?" he complained. I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, man, it's not going to be that terrible. My friends don't bite," I insisted and they both threw me wide, disbelieving looks. Even I had to admit that it was a bad pun.

"Okay, in the literal sense they do, but they're not that bad! And you guys are tough- you'll deal. Plus, you're not really professional in the sense that you almost got killed when I was Changed," I pointed out, adding, Not to mention that they were almost killed by their parents too. No need to mention that.

"Yeah, yeah, we know, but we're still vampire hunters. We know what's what, and that's more than I can say for pretty much everyone else in the world," Allan grumbled, sounding offended.

"Yeah, well, just work with me here. My friends know more about vampires than you do and I could probably convince them to show you some tricks," I soothed, knowing that the Frog brothers would jump at the chance to learn fighting and hunting techniques…even if they were from vampires.

"Okay, I guess we could do it…" Edgar decided and Allan sighed dramatically. "I suppose…" I grinned at them. "We'll all be like one big happy family," I joked in a way too cheerful voice, wrapping my arms around each of them. Edgar and Allan groaned loudly at the mental image.

"So when's this training thing gonna start, anyway?" Allan muttered sullenly. I tried to ignore his childish sulking. "Well, I'd say right away. How about tonight?" The brothers exchanged a skeptical glance. "You do know that we have to run the store, right?" Edgar replied. "Shit. I forgot," I hissed.

"Well, couldn't your parents just watch it for a night? Or couldn't you just…I don't know…close it down for the night. Just tonight," I added, watching as their faces grew more and more skeptical. "I suppose we could…we could attempt to keep our parents awake long enough to run it for this night, but we're making no promises," Edgar cautiously agreed.

"Alright, tonight it is," I said with a grin, sensing an easy victory. "Well, I'll get to work packing our weapons," Allan muttered, still sullen. I just grinned cheerfully at him and then turned to Edgar.

"Okay, what should we do?" I asked, indicating the two of us with a twitch of my hand. Edgar shrugged, smiling at me. "What do you want to do?" he asked, pressing closer to me. "I have no idea," I murmured sarcastically as I pulled him into my arms and kissed him softly.

"Why don't we go to my room?" He whispered the words over my lips, and I breathed in his breath, tasting them. They were as sweet as candy. I nodded, eyes half-closed in pleasure. We practically pushed each other into the bedroom and slammed the door shut, collapsing on Edgar's bed. Actually, I more shoved us both onto the bed like an animal as the kiss got more passionate, erratic. Edgar's fingers tangled in my hair, pressing my face closer to his as I flicked my tongue out to trace the curves of his mouth.

We had a major make-out session.

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