I realized that I shouldn't have submitted these all at the same time, since reviewers might not come for EACH chapter (rather, it'd be easier to just review the latest chapter XD). Anyway, if you do have time, I'd really appreciate reviews for each one - but only if you want to of course!

This piece was going to be a multi-chapter, but I guess life got in the way and I completely forgot about it.
It's angsty. Basically, Alan has been a vampire for a while now and decide to - along with his cronies - attack Edgar and Sam who currently reside in Edgar's caravan. Accordingly to Alan's plan, he bit Sam to break the two maliciously.

It was only a few hours after it happened. He thought he was ready, he really did. On this night the fight was meant to be settled once and for all, however it took a turn for the worse and it was difficult for Edgar to simply look at Sam now. Every little glimpse sent a wave of revolution through him since…

If he was honest, it was his own fault. Why didn't he look out for him? He should have. Why couldn't he fathom that Alan would go straight to Sammy? It seemed so obvious to him now and he underestimated just how cruel the vampire was. It made him feel sick. Why would Alan fight him when he could easily get to the one thing that mattered to them both, once - that still mattered to him?

Edgar stopped his pacing and turned to Sam – another feeling sunk itself all the way down to his feet. What was there to do now? After Sam took a long hot shower – Edgar took note of the hard scrubbing against his neck where… it was – the blonde sat quietly at one end of the caravan, staring at nothing in particular – had never looked at him or even spoken a word. He missed the normal Sam, greatly. His Sam. Edgar had an itch to do something, anything, and decided to scavenge for food in the kitchen. Maybe Sam would be grateful for something normal to eat, to make him forget what he was – what he could become if he made his first kill.

He found he couldn't think of eating for himself, but the idea of drinking alcohol would be the next best thing to calm his nerves. As he went through the pantry, he suddenly heard Sam speak in a soft tone, almost a whisper, "I can still feel him."

Edgar could already tell who Sam meant but couldn't say anything back. What was there to say? Instead he decided to pretend looking through the cupboards but kept his ears open to Sam's murmuring. Whether the other was talking to him directly, he wasn't sure but clearly he was in distress.

"Behind me, I didn't see him coming – there was just too many of them. I remember he said, 'hey, Sammy buddy' and then I felt it on my…"

Edgar nervously took out a tin of spaghettis. He felt a lump in his throat that felt constricting like rope woven around his oesophagus over and over again.

"I couldn't feel anything, but I remember being cold and my eyes felt heavy and I didn't think. Then I felt his… blood from his wrist to my mouth, I just… I don't know why, I just drank, I-" Sam covered his face with both hands, "-I don't know what to do, Edgar. He did it and now I'm just like him!"

The vampire hunter put down the tin on the table and did his best to stop his hands from shaking as he placed them on the table, sitting opposite from Sam; unsure of his next move while Sam looked up through his fingers, desperately and fearfully, "are you going to kill me now?"

Edgar shook his head, attempted to find the words, "no, Sam."

"But I'm a vampire, Ed. It doesn't matter that it's me, right? You said so yourself. I'm a monster, I'm just like him. Just like Al-"

"Don't say that!" Edgar found himself blurting out, slamming both hands against the surface of the table, causing them both to jump.

"It's true! There's no other way," Sam whispered, hiding behind his hands again.

Edgar felt the need to see his face for some sort of reason and reached over the table, pulling the hands away, "I'll fucking kill him! And you'll be human again."

The short blonde shook his head, "you can't kill your brother, no matter what he is."

"I'll do it for you," Edgar said standing up, pulling Sam away from the table with him, "Alan's lost to me – it isn't him anymore, I know that now. He wouldn't do this to you. You're all I have, Sammy. I can't lose you," his voice quivered, "forget what I said back then, do you hear me?"

Sam nodded, looking deep into his eyes – feeling his eyes grow hot.

"We will kill him, I can't hesitate to now. He thinks he's won by doing this but we can't let that happen, you got that? I'm not letting you go. Do you understand me, Sam?" Watching as the other nodded again, he let go of the arms and places them gently over the sides of Sam's head, "Remember this, don't forget." He pulled himself away to fetch a drink, attempting to stop his whole body from shaking. He couldn't show this weakness, especially not to Sam.

As he opened the door, he sighted the photo of the three of them – Sam smiling so brightly, arms linked around the other two. Edgar only smiling a little to keep Sam happy – he hated photos – and … Alan, with a smile slightly wider than Edgar's, also attempting to please Sam. What he would give to go back to those days. If only they had trained harder. If only he had his brother back.

He couldn't wish this anymore. Sam was in even more danger now. Maybe this was Alan's plan all along - to have Edgar come after him. To take back what would be lost to him.