|In Loving Memory Of Sam Emerson
Author: PunkVampy PM
I just felt Sorry for the guy tonight. So I felt like writing a Poem and a One-Shot Story. This is dedicated to both the Character and The Actor Even though thy're the same guy Love Ya Corey Haim xxRated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Drama - Sam E. & Edgar F. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,267 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 08-01-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7242050
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Sam Emerson has changed.
Changed in a way you couldn't imagine.
He sits on the roof of the flats. Sits and stares, stares at the wide full moon and at the bats squawking in the distance.
His newly found hearing picks up the shouts and the cheers of people celebrating the new year. 1997.
It had been 10 years ago, when he was last happy. Well…as happy as he could get around Vampires. Yes, there was the threat of death looming over him every second of every day, but, Sam smiles and lies back onto the cold tiles. He was happier, in some ways. Michael had actually managed to bag a girl, which made him finally win the bet that they had made when he was 7. His Mom had realised that dating a guy who says "Is it ok to see the food before dinner" Right in front of her, while he stares into her eyes with malice and smiles…is generally a bad idea.
Grandpa had been….well, Grandpa.
But Sam had managed to come out of the whole mess with two new friends. Well Friends is a word you would generally use with normal people, But when Edgar Frog is involved, it's better to call yourself an acquaintance.
Sam grinned broadly "Ah…Eddie Boy…I wonder where the hell you are now."
If there was one person in this whole shenanigan that managed to make him smile…Edgar Frog was the man. Even if he didn't know it. Sam didn't really know what made him chuckle about his friend. Maybe it was the facial expressions he'd shoot you from across the shop, Or maybe it was the weird Rambo style clothing. It might even have been the fact he managed to keep a straight face when grunting "We're fighters for truth, Justice and the American Way." …How he managed to do that, is still one of life's biggest mysteries.
But deep down, Sam knew what made him smile about Edgar. It was infact…Edgar's smile. Just that little smirk, or if you're really lucky a full wide grin.
That smile did wonders to the boys face.
Sam chuckled as he realised that that ''boy'' was now atleast 26 years old.
His mind drifted back to the other Frog Brother…Alan.
Alan he never quite understood. So quiet and shy. Well he might have been shy, but knowing the Frogs he could've just been damn unsociable. Alan was always at Edgar's side, doing whatever Edgar told him to do, He almost reminded Sam of a dog. A dog with a good bite. Alan had proved to be very brave in battle, [even if he screams like a complete girl] , He had done lots of damage to Vampires in the past. And that was by himself!
But Sam couldn't deny that Alan was the brains and Edgar was the brawn in their little team. He always remembers Alan getting good grades on his Maths and English tests, before hastily shoving them into the trash before his elder brother saw.
Sam laughed again, Classic Alan. So protective of his reputation towards his brother.
But He did seem to open up more. When Edgar wasn't in the room. He and Sam had shared lots of conversations about the new Batman episodes and whether Superman and Batgirl would make a good couple. They had even watched Airplane and CaddyShack for a while, it was then that Sam heard Alan laugh, and he couldn't help doing a double take. He grinned "Roger Roger."
Alan smirked and after contemplating for a while, said "What's our vector Victor?" The two of them burst into hysteric fits of laughter
"What. The. Hell." Edgar muttered as he entered the room.
Sam remembered Alan looking like he was going to pass out.
It was a shame that a boy with such a good sense of humour and wonderful laugh was forced to drink Vampire blood a few nights ago. Through no fault of Sam's…of course…
Sam got to his feet, and threw himself off the side of the roof. He spread his arms and flew. He actually flew.
Yes, his humanity was a happy time, but this….this was going to good days. Ok…so maybe he drinks the blood of innocent people, but…Do they get to fly?...Nope.
Besides sometimes being the bad guy is a little more fun. Wrecking havoc can really brighten up a Monday night. He doesn't have to worry about Uni any more…His dog is still by his side, Well as a hound of hell, but Nanook is Nanook at the end of the day.
And, much to Sam's amazement, his fashion has Actually improved. Who knew Black suited him this much. Long leather coats where his thing now, biker boots, and the odd highlight in his hair. Which was still jelled up in the spiky; unforgettable 80's style. But one thing still remains the same. The earring, small, and shiny still sits on the bottom of his left ear lobe. Just to remind him, On certain nights, that his humanity is still with him…somewhere.
Sam Emerson has changed.
Changed in a way you can't imagine.
And he doesn't give a damn.