Alas, my friends. This is the final chapter. I am a little disappointed to say that it is the shortest chapter of the entire story, but I hope it is a good ending. I mean at first, chapter 5 was going to be the last chapter. I was gonna leave you guys to ponder! But alas (I love that word), I was kind and gave you a little more.

I have no idea if a sequel might bloom from this. Haha, I guess it depends on my inspiration levels and the feedback I get. Ooh, if I do make a sequel I might have an interesting idea for it.

Well, I hope you liked Sweat It Out. Keep on reading. I meant to write a Halloween treat for you guys, but I didn't have time. So I guess I'll have to hand it in late. Keep a look out my friends!

Edgar opened his eyes, finding darkness. For a millisecond he wondered why he was awake. And then there was a cough from the opposite wall. He turned his face out of his pillow and further found darkness.

He heard Alan cough again and then attempt to clear his throat. Edgar remained still where he lay on his bed. He stared in the direction of his brother.

"Are you okay, Al?"

There was a pause. "Edgar?" Edgar guessed that he had surprised his brother. Edgar reached down and waved in the air below his bed until his fingers found the lamp. He heard the switch on the table lamp clink as he pressed it and then the bare light bulb lit up the room. He squinted against the sudden light.

Alan let out a small gasp at the light. He reached up and rubbed at his tired eyes wearily. Edgar asked again, bringing his arm back up to the bed. "Are you okay?"

Alan nodded lightly against his fingertips. Edgar watched as he dragged his palms down his face. He watched as his brother looked around as he lay against his pillow.

"What time is it?"

"I don't know. Nighttime…" Edgar replied.

Alan looked over at his brother. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyebrows furrowing. "What…what happened?"

Edgar's insides froze.

"You…don't remember?"

He watched his brother tiredly shake his head against his pillow. Tension built up in Edgar. The turmoil was boiling his blood. He wondered what he should say. He wondered what the right thing to say was.

"What happened, Edgar?" Alan asked.

What do I say? His options slammed around in his brain. It hurt.

"Edgar?"

"You…" Edgar started. What the hell am I supposed to do? He looked into his brother's eyes. They were questioning.

Finally Edgar spoke, "You…passed out in the shower."

Alan blinked, an eyebrow rising. "I passed out?"

Edgar nodded, "Yeah."

He watched as his brother reached up and touched his forehead, "God…I don't even remember…I remember going down the hallway…"

Edgar tensed, "What else?"

Alan was quiet for a moment, staring off into space with a look of contemplation on his face. "That's it…" He closed his eyes with a scoff, his fingers moving into his hair. He paused and ran his fingers through the raven strands. "Well at least I got around to washing my hair before I passed out. I was probably starting to look like Dad."

Edgar nodded slightly, looking down to the floor. A concerned look came over Alan's face as he stared at his brother. He would have expected a little bit of a laugh, but there wasn't even a chuckle from his brother.

"What's wrong, Edgar?" Alan asked as Edgar slowly laid his head back down onto his pillow. Edgar was silent for a very long time. The naked bulb from the lamp on the floor was casting a shadow upon Edgar's brow.

"Edgar? What's the matter?"

"I'm just tired, Bro…" He reached down off of the bed toward the lamp, "Go back to sleep." Alan watched his brother disappear as the lamp clicked off and the room was swallowed in black darkness.

Alan stirred awake. He rolled over and pressed a hand to his eyes. What the hell? He cleared his hair from his face and sat up. He licked his lips and swallowed. He reached for a tissue and blew his nose. He dropped the dirty tissue into the trash bag on the floor and took in a deep, clear breath of air in through his nose.

His ears pricked when he heard the front door open. He pushed away the blankets and swung his legs from the bed. He stepped barefoot onto the floor and pushed himself up to his feet. He opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway. He walked cautiously through the living room and stepped into the doorway of the kitchen. His brother's back was turned to him. He was kneeling in front of the fridge, two canteens swung around his shoulders.

"Hey." Alan greeted.

Edgar jumped, one hand moving to his boot, looking over his shoulder. He sighed, "It's just you. God… How're ya feeling?" He turned his head back to the fridge. Alan leaned against the doorway, "The best I've felt in days. I guess that shower really helped me."

He watched his brother pause. He tilted his head slightly. Then Edgar stood up and closed the fridge. He was holding a couple of almost empty bottles. He smiled at Alan as he set the bottles down on the counter. "I guess it did help you, aside from the whole blacking out thing of course." He chuckled and started pulling at the tangled canteen straps to get them off of his shoulders.

Alan stepped forward and started untangling the canteen straps for Edgar. "Yeah." He shook his head, "I still can't believe I passed out in the shower. I don't even remember getting in it." He slipped one canteen from Edgar's shoulder and slid one of the bottles of water toward him.

He started unscrewing the cap on the canteen. "Have any trouble getting the holy water this time?"

Edgar shook his head, "No. There weren't many people in the church." Alan snorted, "Remember that time we went in and the Father and that kid were in the confe-"

"Yeeeah, don't bring that up." Edgar interrupted, narrowing one of his eyes as he poured holy water from his canteen and into the water bottle. Alan asked, "Think he's a shitsucker?"

Edgar pursed his lips, "I don't know, he's always around all those crosses and crucifixes and God…ness." Alan shrugged, "Could be a vampire hiding in plain sight." Edgar nodded, "Maybe…I hate that."

Alan nodded, "I do too."

Edgar took down two glasses and the jar of crushed garlic from the cupboard. He went back to the fridge and grabbed two eggs. Alan watched as his brother cracked them and dumped one into each glass. Edgar unscrewed the top to the jar and shook some raw garlic into the glasses. Alan looked at the knife sticking into the counter as his brother squirted holy water into the glasses. He yanked it out, examining the blade, wondering why it had been there.

Edgar stirred up the contents of the glasses and picked them up, turning to his brother. Alan put down the knife and took the glass that his brother was holding toward him into his hand.

"Truth, justice," Edgar said. Alan smirked with a nod, "the American way," Edgar smiled.

"And death to all vampires!" They both tossed back their Frog Juice. They slammed their empty glasses onto the counter. They smirked at each other. Edgar sneezed.

Alan frowned, "Uh…bless you?"

Edgar narrowed his eyes at his brother, rubbing at his nose. He sniffled, "I hate you." Alan smiled nervously.