A/N: Hey. So, just wanted to let you know a few things. First of all, as you can guess, I'm going to be going through all the Lost Boys movies (1-3). So, be on the look-out for Casey Emerson Part Two The Tribe and Casey Emerson Part Three The Thirst.

Now. On with the story!

Chapter Five

Michael walked into the kitchen.

"Eh," Grandpa said. "Looks like I wasn't the only one who got lucky last night." He chuckled. Sam and I looked at Michael.

"Did you take care of everything, Michael?" Sam asked. Michael just left the room.

```~~~LATER~~~```

Mom stopped the car.

"What's the wine for?" Sam asked. Mom grabbed the wine as she got out of the car.

"My apology to Max for running out on him last night, which you two should be making."

"Mom." Sam and I groaned. Mom walked over to the gate and opened it. She looked back at us. "Honey, I better bring this up to the house or somebody's just gonna take it." Mom said, and walked up to the house.

"Alright. We'll be here." Sam said, and we looked back at the comic book. A white dog approached my mom.

"Hi, Thorn." Mom said. The white dog, Thorn, began to growl and bark at her. Mom realized something was up, and took off running. She dropped the wine. "Sam! Casey!"

Sam and I looked up.

"Stop!" Mom yelled at the dog that just kept chasing after her. "Help!"

"Mom!" Sam and I got out of the car. Mom ran up to gate, and got one leg over it, screaming. Thorn grabbed her skirt and ripped a piece off, and then Mom landed on our side of the gate. "Mom!" we said again, as we got on the ground next to her. Thorn was going nuts. He broke the gate, trying everything to get us.

"Oh, my God!" Mom screamed, and we helped her up.

"Honey, get in the car! Get in the car!" Mom yelled at us. Sam and I asked no questions. We did as we were told. The three of us got in the car, and Mom drove off.

```~~~COMIC STORE~~~```

"So then the dog started chasing our Mom like the Hounds of Hell in Vampires Everywhere." Sam said.

"We've been aware of some serious vampire activity in this town for a long time." Edgar said, as he and Alan were opening some doors to get the shop started for the day.

"Santa Carla has become a haven for the undead." Alan added.

"As a matter of fact, we're almost certain that ghouls and werewolves occupy high positions at City Hall."

"Kill your brother. You'll feel better."

Sam and I looked at each other, and then looked at the Frog brothers like 'are you nuts'?

"Look, guys, our brother's not a bloodsucker." Sam defended. "Look, it says here that if you kill the head vampire, all half-vampires will return to normal. Guys, if our brother's a vampire, believe me, he's only half."

"Does your brother know who the head vampire is?" Edgar asked, as he and Alan were behind the counter.

"No, I don't think so."

"Then you'll have to kill him. And if you don't," the Frog brothers looked at each other. "Then we will." Edgar said this as he looked back at us.

"This all started when my Mom went to work at Max's video store." Sam said. "Max never comes in until after it's dark. The dog who chased my Mom this morning was his. And listen to this: "Vampires require a daytime protector, a guardian, to watch over them as they sleep. Fierce dogs, the Hounds of Hell are often employed for this purpose."" Sam read.

"No shit." Edgar said. He had his fist up, his elbow resting on the counter.

"Yeah? Well, what happens if my Mom is dating the head vampire? You guys can nail him, and save Santa Carla. Truth, justice, and the American way triumphs. Thanks to you two."

"We'll check out Max."

Sam smiled, and walked out. I started to follow, but saw Edgar looking at some comic books. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to chat, I walked over to him.

"Hey."

Edgar looked up at me, a red tint growing in his cheeks. "Hi."

"So, it's just you and your brother that run this store?"

I saw Alan look around, and then leave. Edgar looked at his brother, and then back at me.

"Yeah."

"Edgar, about last night..."

My sentence stopped when I felt Edgar's hand on the back of my neck. He leaned in and kissed me again. I heard footsteps.

"Casey." It was Sam. Edgar and I broke away. Sam was smirking. Alan walked up behind him.

"How—How did—Did you tell my brother?"

Alan shrugged. "I don't know." He said. Edgar rolled his eyes.

"I hate little brothers." He muttered.

```~~~LATER~~~```

Sam and I were in his room.

"Sam. Case." Michael said, but Sam shut the door. A few minutes later, I heard a door close, and headed downstairs.

"Hello." Said a man, but it wasn't to me.

"Oh, hi." I heard Mom's voice. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Is it alright for the guest to see the food before dinner?"

"Oh, no. You're thinking of the groom not seeing the bride before the wedding."

I tuned the two out, and opened the door, just as Edgar and Alan walked in.

"Hey." I said. Sam came up behind me, and nodded at the two. He started to lead Alan and Edgar into the dining room, but Edgar stayed behind. I smiled at him, blushing. Edgar kissed me again. I heard footsteps.

"Case, really?" I heard Sam ask. Edgar and I pulled away. "Let's go."

"Fine."

We walked into the dining room. I saw Mom and the guy who I guessed to be Max kissing.

"Oh, that's hot." I muttered, sarcastically.

"Mom?" Sam asked. Mom and Max pulled away. I looked at him.

"God, you love to ruin moments, don't you?" I asked.

"Shut up. These are my and Casey's dinner guests." As Sam said this, Edgar and Alan walked up. "Edgar and Alan, the Frog brothers."

"Oh, I didn't know you were having guests." Mom said.

"Well, you know, Mom, if we're in your way, we can go eat some peanut butter out of the jar in the kitchen."

"No, there's plenty for everybody." Mom said. "Max this are my twins Sam and Casey, and Edgar and Alan...Frog?"

"Mm-hm." The Frog brothers said, and nodded in response.

```~~~LATER~~~```

We were sitting at the table. I noticed Edgar was wearing a bib. It was more like a napkin in his shirt, but I call it a bib.

"Lucy, this looks terrific." Max said.

"Well, I hope it tastes good." Mom said. The order we were sitting in was me, Edgar, Max, Mom, Sam, and then Alan. When it got to Mom, she was sitting at the front of the table. Max took a bite of the spaghetti.

"Mmm. It tastes wonderful." He said. Mom wrinkled her nose.

"Mmm! Boy, somebody around here has bad breath." She said. Sam, Alan, Edgar, and I all looked at Max, who looked at Edgar. Edgar looked around, and then looked back at his plate. I heard Nanook panting. He whimpered, and got his front paws up on the table. Mom looked at him. "Nanook, would you quit breathing on me?"

Nanook just looked at her.

"Nanook, get upstairs. Go on." Sam said. Nanook got off of the table, and left. Edgar nodded to Alan, and then nodded to Sam. Alan picked up a container that had some shredded stuff in it, that looked like Parmesan cheese. Sam took it. "You want some Parmesan cheese on that?" Sam asked, holding the container out to Max.

"Uh, yeah, Sam. Thank you very much." Max said, taking it. He put a bunch on his plate. Sam looked at us, and nodded once.

"Sam grated the cheese himself." Mom said. "My son."

"Another budding chef in the family." Max said, putting down the container. The four of us watched Max intently as he took a bite. He started coughing. Mom looked up from her plate.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"No. It's not cheese. It's garlic." Max said.

"I bet you hate garlic, don't you?" Sam asked.

"No, I like garlic. It's just a little much. It's raw garlic."

Mom picked up the container, and sniffed it. Her face screwed up, and she put it down.

"Garlic? How did that happen?"

"Guys, he likes garlic." Sam whispered to us. We all looked at each other. "Here. Quick, drink some water." Sam picked up his cup, and then splashed the water on Max, who jumped back.

"Oh!" Mom exclaimed. She picked up a napkin, and began to dry Max off. "Sam, what's the matter with you?"

"Does it burn?" Sam asked.

"Burn? What are you, nuts?" Max asked him. "It's freezing."

"Oh, look at your suit, Max. And your pants." Mom said. Edgar got up, as did the rest of us. Edgar and I turned off the lights, Alan put out the candles, and Sam got a mirror. "Now what?"

"Must be a circuit breaker, Mom." Sam said.

"He's not glowing." Edgar said.

"I know. Hit the lights." Sam said. He stuck the mirror in front of Max's face, and Edgar turned on the lights. Max jumped back.

"Ah!"

"Oh!" Mom screamed, throwing her napkin in the air. "Sam, Casey, what has gotten into you tonight?"

"I think I know what's going on around here tonight." Max said.

"You do?" Edgar asked.

"Yeah. I know what you're thinking, you two, but you're wrong."

"We are?" Sam and I asked.

"Yeah. I'm not trying to replace your father. Or steal your mother away from you. I would just like to be your friend, that's all. Good night, Lucy." Max left the room.

"Thanks a lot." Mom said, quietly, and left.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Sam whispered.

"Max, I'm so sorry. I mean, nothing like this has ever happened." I heard Mom say.

"Major mistake." Sam said. We left the room, and I took another look at Edgar.

"Every badass vampire hunter needs a bib." I said. Edgar looked down, and Alan yanked the napkin out from his shirt.

"That's not yours." Edgar said.

"I know." Alan said. He threw it on the counter. "We gotta go. Who knows how many comics Mom and Dad smoked up." Alan walked out of the kitchen. Edgar ruffled my hair.

"See you later." He said, and left.