Greeting Sportsfans!

Here's a little something I chewed out at what is currently one in the morning. Hopefully I can get the longer chapters up and running soon, that is if work decides to grow a heart and give me a day off to actually catch up on the twenty million things that I couldn't do because of the holidays. Cha, I'm a Humbug. I blame retail.

Happy Reading.

"STAY BACK!"

Like that was going to work.

"C'mon Edgar. I thought we were supposed to be friends." Sam snapped as he dodged the jab and plowed into Edgar's exposed chest with as much force as he could muster. He sent the Frog flying backward a good six feet and heard something snap as Edgar landed hard on the edge of the old wooden picnic table.

Sam held himself back for a brief moment as he took in the sight of the guy who was trying to ram a stake through his chest. This was it? This was the best that Edgar Frog could come up with.

"Is that all you got? Jesus Edgar, I thought you had more than this." Sam snorted as he shook his head. Vampires across the country grew edgy every time the Frog Brother was mentioned and for years Sam honestly believed that Edgar was the best line of defense against the legions of the undead. But watching Edgar groan as he rolled off the table-top was a major disappointment. This was the guy he had come to in his time of need. And what, one hit and the guy was down for the count?

"Sam. You really don't want to do this." Edgar growled between clenched teeth as he staggered to his feet favouring a few tender ribs. The stake was still clenched in his right hand but his left arm seemed to hang at an odd angle.

Well so much for that.

"That's what you always say Edgar. And you know what? I want to do this." Sam snorted as he stood back and gave Edgar a look of disbelief. "Yeah, I kinda do."

"I gave you the chance." Edgar growled but Sam ignored him with a wave of his hand.

"Yeah, so did I. And ya know what Edgar? You blew it big time." Sam spat as he ran his tongue over his elongated canine teeth. They actually throbbed as the need to rip out Edgar's throat grew to a fever pitch. Damn, it would feel so good to sink his teeth into that guy. A cruel smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glared down at Edgar in contempt. The guy was a loser, thinking that he actually stood a chance at making a difference. What a chump.

The two locked eyes for a second time but Sam didn't stand there just to gawk. He slowly began to circle the Frog, taking in every reaction that the guy made. It was kind of funny.

No really, it was.

He, Sam Emerson, actually had the upper hand for once and what did he do? He played it out for all it was worth. And it felt so damn good too.

"Did you really think that you could stop me? Dude, you couldn't even stop your own brother from crossing over. Your own brother. What does that tell you? I mean, I stopped Michael. Well kind of. But I was a kid. Look at you. You're what, 38 and still playing commando? Did you ever grow up in the last 20 years?" Sam goaded as he prowled around Edgar, taking care to keep enough distance between him and a potential world of hurt.

Edgar rotated on the spot, following Sam step for step but there was a pained look in his eyes. Weakness. Sam was getting him where it hurt the most. All he had to do was pick his words carefully.

God this was easy. There was nothing to it.

Nice.

"I made a mistake." Edgar's voice was thick as his fingers tightened around the stake's wooden hilt.

"Uh yeah, you can say that again." Sam snickered as he quickly darted to the left and then to the right just to see what Edgar would do. Heh, he knew it! Edgar was as jumpy as ever. He was waiting for Sam to swoop in for the kill. Oh but Sam wasn't just going to run into it though. Nah, that would be stupid. He was going to play this out for as long as he wanted and when he was good and ready, then he would strike.

"But I won't do it again." Edgar's eyes narrowed as he straightened as best he could and did something that caught Sam by surprise. He threw his stake away. Threw it, just like that. Gone. "You want to kill me Sam? Then go ahead. C'mon. I'm open. Take a hit."

Sam actually paused in his pacing as he looked at Edgar, not quite believing what he was seeing. This had to be a trick. C'mon! This was Edgar Frog, the Awesome Monster Basher or whatever the hell he was calling himself these days. He had to have something hidden up his sleeve.

"What's the matter Sam? Can't stomach the thought? Afraid that I might kill you? Here, I'll even make it easy for you." Edgar gritted his teeth as he wrenched off his protective vest and chucked it off to the side. All of his anti-vamp gear went with it. The stakes, the garlic, the holy water. All of it.

"What are you trying to pull? You honestly expect me to believe you? C'mon Edgar, I may be an "evil bloodsucker" but I'm not an idiot."

This time it was Edgar who did the snorting.

"If you want to kill me, then kill me. I don't care. Go ahead. But I will not stand here and listen to you go on about something you don't know jack shit about. You weren't there Sam! You weren't there when I needed you the most so why the hell should I be here for you now? C'mon Sam. What do you have to lose? Just your mortality but hey, it's not like you care about that. You don't give dick about anything except yourself. You're no better than your brother." Edgar stood there with his back to the table, exposed and vulnerable. Yet he didn't flinch when Sam snarled. He stood tall and Sam hated him for that.

"Don't you go there." Sam bristled under the glare of the streetlamp as his eyes flashed a blazing yellow for a split second. How dare he bring Michael into this? Mike had lost his life over a grudge that followed him wherever he went. Sam blamed Edgar for it. He said that once they killed off the Head Vampire then Mike would be alright. He would be safe. But the Frog in all of his macho monster killing glory had forgot to mention that vampires really don't like it when you kill off their high-ranking brethren and for the last two decades the Emersons have had to spend their lives in hiding, moving constantly from place to place least the undead terrors came knocking on their door. They had caught up to Michael in the end. Made it look like a car crash in order to cover it up. But where was Edgar? Where was the Fearless Vampire Killer when their backs were up against a wall?

"I just did. What are you going to do about it? Run away again?"

Edgar sneered and it took all of Sam's willpower not to throw himself at the guy right then. No. He had to wait it out. Wait for the right moment to strike. Instinct was telling him to hold on for the perfect opportunity but the self-righteous glint in Edgar's eyes was just too much for Sam to handle.

"I'm…gonna make…you…eat those words." Sam hissed as he bared his teeth. He felt his nails lengthen into lethal claws as his shoulders shook from the effort it took for him to restrain himself.

"That's what they all say before they end up staked. You know what? I've had just about enough of this." Edgar motioned between the two of them with his right arm. "If you don't have the balls to hang on, then fine. Go full-fang but do it on someone else's time. I'm done giving a rat's ass about you. Goodbye Sam. Have a nice afterlife."

Sam eyes widened as Edgar did what Sam never thought he could do. He turned his back on him. And walked away.

Like hell he was going to walk away from this!

Sam was not going to get walked out on. Not if he had anything to say about it.

Letting out a full-throated roar that sent a couple of stray cats half-a-mile away running for cover Sam flew at Edgar's back with more speed than he ever thought possible. For a second there it felt like he was flying. Claws out, fangs bared, Sam launched himself onto Edgar from behind with the force of a speeding bullet. He didn't care if it was a stupid move. He was not going to let Edgar just walk out on him. The Frog was going to pay in blood for that.

Well that's what Sam thought anyway as he came down on Edgar's shoulders right after he realized that Edgar knew a lot more about killing vampires than Sam first thought. Edgar had a small hand-held cross in his not-so-injured left hand ready and waiting as Sam went for the jugular.

Arrrrrrrgh! That fucking burns!

A wordless high pitch screech of pain escaped Sam as Edgar shoved the silver cross right into his face as hard as he could. It felt like a mixture of battery acid and a smoldering branding iron as his eyes instantly teared up, temporarily blinding him as he tried to get the hell away from that cross. But Edgar was with him every step of the way like some unforgiving shadow. No matter which direction Sam turned to the cross was there to drive him back.

There was just too much pain! He was burning. Burning all over. Gah! What was that? Shit! His arm was on fire!

His coat sleeve was smoking as Edgar snatched his container of holy water off the ground and threw the contents at him. Sam wailed at a fevered pitch that made Edgar's ears ring as he flailed about. He had to get away from this guy. He was freaking nuts!

"It hurts doesn't it! That's what you get for fucking around Sam!" Edgar yelled and the next thing Sam knew he was flat on his back with Edgar on top of him. Sam blinked frantically as his eyesight returned and what he saw was an image that actually scared the piss right out of him.

Oh, I'm so dead.

Edgar's knees had Sam's arms pinned to the ground while he stayed crouched over Sam's body with a stake pointed directly over Sam's heart and the cross shoved in his face in order to keep him down. The look on Edgar's face was one of pure loathing and malice. This was the face of a guy who had nothing to lose.

"Edgar stop!" Sam yelped as he shied away from the cross but there was nowhere for him to go. He could have struggled but the fight was knocked out of him. Edgar's eyes glared down at him with such hate and Sam knew that he was beat. The closer the cross came the less Sam cared until with a defeated sigh he felt his body automatically shift. The claws were sheathed as his face morphed back to human.

The vampire had been defeated. For now.

But Edgar wasn't going to take that chance.

Not this time.

Sam screamed.

"Edgar!"