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Around the neighborhood they were the Dalton boys.
Edward was quiet and studious and the complete antethesis of Edward Senior, former Football Coach-the complete opposite of the people you'd normally find in the city. He lived like he'd belonged in a southwestern town-the sort of place you'd expect posse's to form. His son (his firstborn for chrissakes) liked to read and played in the garden and spent too much time with Mrs. Haverson and her damned cat next door.
He'd said thank god for Frankie. Franklin Dalton who liked to do battle and play with firecrackers. Edward and Frankie. Ed's boys, the Dalton boys. It was funny only when the neighborhood switched their sides. Frankie was a star athelete and popular right until Ed got into Johns Hopkins and suddenly the reverence of the community was on the oldest boy who-born of years in his younger brother's shadow shunned the spotlight. That's what the nieghborhood saw.
What they didn't see was Ed getting interested in sport's medicine and arranging for his brother to sneak out. Frankie looking the other way as his brother brought home Mary Beth Parker and Ed covering for Jaqueline, Susan, and the rest of them.
They didn't see Frankie snapping under the presssure to be the good son and Ed bailing him out of jail. Drunken fights,brawls, the two developed a relationship based on Edward Jr. being more of a caring parental figure then Edward Sr who regarded his children as a status symbol.
The boys were close. Different as the son and the moon, but close. And you needed allies.
Ed walked home to his apartment, slipping out of his coat and ignoring the pro vampire propaganda hanging on sidewalks and billboards.
Are you looking for a thrill?
Would you like to live forever?
Night was falling, and he did his best to skirt Officer Ramirez, his neighbor, who was adjusting his sunglasses outside his apartment. He nodded to the former human who smiled as he left the building, the fading light glinting off his fangs. The cops turned awful quick...
He'd wondered about that. If that were a choice or a requirement.
Turning, that was what they'd called it. Turning. Some people were starting to call it evolving.
Ed entered his apartment and locked the door in front of him only to stop and listen for just a moment. "...goddamnit-"
The electronics in his apartment were always half a step too slow. The lights roared to life and the TV clicked on.
Senate Majority Leader Peter Sprieg has announced his intent to turn, making the majority of the American Political System Homo Sapiens Nocturnus. Special measures have been put into place to ensure that the government can continue to operate. In other news, the vampire rights group Evolution into Night have pushed for the construction of special walkways beneath the city that would allow citizens infected with the disease to continue to function in society...
Ed turned the TV off, whirling at the sound of the front door opening, "...Y'know, you don't have to break in to houses just to prove you can Frankie."
He set his briefcase down. Carefully.
Edward was quiet and studious and the complete antethesis of Edward Senior, former Football Coach-the complete opposite of the people you'd normally find in the city. He lived like he'd belonged in a southwestern town-the sort of place you'd expect posse's to form. His son (his firstborn for chrissakes) liked to read and played in the garden and spent too much time with Mrs. Haverson and her damned cat next door.
He'd said thank god for Frankie. Franklin Dalton who liked to do battle and play with firecrackers. Edward and Frankie. Ed's boys, the Dalton boys. It was funny only when the neighborhood switched their sides. Frankie was a star athelete and popular right until Ed got into Johns Hopkins and suddenly the reverence of the community was on the oldest boy who-born of years in his younger brother's shadow shunned the spotlight. That's what the nieghborhood saw.
What they didn't see was Ed getting interested in sport's medicine and arranging for his brother to sneak out. Frankie looking the other way as his brother brought home Mary Beth Parker and Ed covering for Jaqueline, Susan, and the rest of them.
They didn't see Frankie snapping under the presssure to be the good son and Ed bailing him out of jail. Drunken fights,brawls, the two developed a relationship based on Edward Jr. being more of a caring parental figure then Edward Sr who regarded his children as a status symbol.
The boys were close. Different as the son and the moon, but close. And you needed allies.
Ed walked home to his apartment, slipping out of his coat and ignoring the pro vampire propaganda hanging on sidewalks and billboards.
Are you looking for a thrill?
Would you like to live forever?
Night was falling, and he did his best to skirt Officer Ramirez, his neighbor, who was adjusting his sunglasses outside his apartment. He nodded to the former human who smiled as he left the building, the fading light glinting off his fangs. The cops turned awful quick...
He'd wondered about that. If that were a choice or a requirement.
Turning, that was what they'd called it. Turning. Some people were starting to call it evolving.
Ed entered his apartment and locked the door in front of him only to stop and listen for just a moment. "...goddamnit-"
The electronics in his apartment were always half a step too slow. The lights roared to life and the TV clicked on.
Senate Majority Leader Peter Sprieg has announced his intent to turn, making the majority of the American Political System Homo Sapiens Nocturnus. Special measures have been put into place to ensure that the government can continue to operate. In other news, the vampire rights group Evolution into Night have pushed for the construction of special walkways beneath the city that would allow citizens infected with the disease to continue to function in society...
Ed turned the TV off, whirling at the sound of the front door opening, "...Y'know, you don't have to break in to houses just to prove you can Frankie."
He set his briefcase down. Carefully.
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Date: 2010-01-10 08:21 am (UTC)"Different," was all he could respond back with and felt a jolt of emotional pain when he watched his brother step back, "it's nothing to be afraid of."
Don't be afraid. Why was he so afraid? He was still his little brother, through and through.
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Date: 2010-01-10 08:24 am (UTC)He stops, shaking his head, "....You can't be serious Frankie."
He stops short, holding up a hand and looking pained, "You can't be serious. You actually bought into their "A new you" transformation bullshit? You-"
He shook his head and turned away, "...I can'tr believe you."
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Date: 2010-01-10 08:34 am (UTC)He sighed, trying to calm himself, "Look at the statistics Edward. More people are choosing to become vampires. No one has to die anymore."
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Date: 2010-01-10 08:38 am (UTC)The last remark threw him for a loop, "...People are dying." He turned to him, "You die to become one of..those-of-them."
He grimaced, "You're dead Frankie. You're dead right now and you're telling me I'm a coward? At least I'm still alive."
The last part was practically snarled out, "What about your friends? What if Mom knew? What about me? Did you think about me?"
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Date: 2010-01-10 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-10 08:48 am (UTC)"...You want me to What?"
"No. No. Frankie-I-" He stared, "...NO."
He swallowed, "I can't..." He frowned, "I can't deal with this. I need you to leave Frankie."
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Date: 2010-01-10 09:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-10 09:04 am (UTC)His hands shook as he eyed the knives he kept in a plain wooden block on the warped counter. He stood up straight and looked his brother in the eye, trying not to flinch.
"...."
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Date: 2010-01-10 09:13 am (UTC)Frankie lunged, throwing himself onto Edward and wrapping his hands around his brother's neck. His vampiric instincts were out of his control, but Frankie knew what he was doing when he dug his fangs into Edward's neck. It wasn't about him feeding -in all honesty, drinking from his brother was the last thing Frankie wanted to do- but it was more about them being together.
He couldn't do this alone and even though Edward resisted, Frankie wasn't giving his brother a choice.
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Date: 2010-01-10 09:24 am (UTC)His hand reached out, grabbing for a weapon on pure instinct but his hands were shaking. The knives scattered as Ed knocked them over when Frankie lunged.
He was a wild animal.
He'd worked with animals for years. Take care of your brother Ed.
His brother leaping at him, clawing at him. The pain was sudden and intense, violence that pierced him. He gasped, trying to scream against the wall his brother had built around his throat.
They weren't sure just how long it took for the virus to take hold-
And Ed suddenly knew. Three stages.
His brother held him close as his vision began to blur.
1.Loss of Consciousness.
He slumped against his brother's body, shaking, trying desperately to grab at the wound around his neck.
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Date: 2010-01-10 09:39 am (UTC)Body trembling and covered in blood, Frankie held Edward close as he began to slip into a dark sleep. The transition from humanity to immortality was painful, Frankie knew this on a first level basis as it was still fresh in his mind, and the only thing he could do now was be there for him.
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Date: 2010-01-10 09:52 am (UTC)The body shut down and ceased creating hemogloblin before the virus restarted the other unessential organs. Once there it began to recirculate the new DNA to other vital organs.
Far from the bliss of loosing consciousness, Ed was suddenly jolted awake by a sharp grasping pain that left him moaning and jerking. Electric impulses were changing in his brain, re-writing his DNA. There was a primal surge of intense power as his body jerked, held securely in his brother's arms before-
Final Stage: Ressurection
There was a dead sound in his chest and the cold feeling of the blood running through his veins stopping. His eyes ached and his skin crawled.
But he felt it through a veil. Smell and Taste enhanced but sight blurred and touch faded. He shivered, doused in a blanket he couldn't see.
His eyes opened and he let out a moan of pain, "...Fr-Frank-Frankie-"
He knew that face didn't he? the one who'd come to save him?