The Frog Sister (The Lost Boys)

The Frog Siblings: Truth, justice, and the American way

It was finally a decent hour to get up after a rather restless night thankfully if there was one thing her parents had one hand at any given time it was drugs so being slightly high on pain meds did help but not as much as she'd wished still there's always makeup to hide an unsuccessful night's sleep.

Pain medication on an empty stomach though is never a good idea but at least there was some canned food that was editable she couldn't tell anyone what canned food it was though because at the time Becca couldn't care less and still frankly doesn't as she eats another one and downs some more pain medicine before getting ready to go to her brother's comic book shop.

The thing that takes the longest is redressing and cleaning her shoulder wound surprisingly it's not as horrible to look at as she thought it would be, the vampire for all his murderous ways actually knew a thing or two about cleaning and patching someone up.

Maybe it's not surprising at one point he'd mentioned making the jacket he wears still it should be harder to stitch an open bleeding wound than some stupid jacket...

Everything goes relatively smooth after the brunette manages to get a top on so from there it doesn't take long before she's standing outside of said shop and well maybe it's the fact that she never takes so much as a Tylenol due to her stance against her parents so she might be slightly high on the meds but having no time to waste on thoughts like those the older Frog sibling marches right inside and upon seeing only her tired looking brothers there asks something she'd never in a million years ask her dorky little brothers.

"Tell me everything you know about Vampires and yes I'm asking you despite my better judgment I blame it on the pain medication."

"Pain medication?" Alan asks as his previously sleepy demeanor vanishes at the thought of his sister being hurt enough to even consider taking something for the pain.

"Vampires?" Edgar is also much more alert than before she spoke.

"You know!" They both exclaimed at once and rush over to her.

The oldest sibling sighs, "Unfortunately."

Alan takes his time looking her over before asking, "What happened?"

"What didn't," Edgar pulls out a cross from his jacket and shoves it in her face, "No Ed I'm not a vampire get that cross out of my face before I shove it where the sun doesn't shine."

"Just checking." He grumbles as he puts the cross back up.

"As if my bringing my new-found knowledge of the supernatural isn't enough to prove I'm human you do know it's daylight outside, right?" With that said she leans against the counter, they should invest in chairs or something in here guess they don't want to encourage reading before buying though.

The two exchange a look before nodding to one another, "Did you... drink anything when you were with them?" It was Alan who asked but it was Edgar whose gaze was penetrating like he was looking for fault in whatever answer she came up with.

Becca looks confused but answers the question, "Not last night."

"Alan get the mirror!" Her brother runs off to the backroom to do just that.

"Again, with the mirror... what does the mirror mean?" She really should've paid their seemly ridiculous rants and warnings more attention.

"It'll tell us if you've drunk any of the vamp's blood." That brought back her urge from the night before to smack him over the head, but she refrained herself.

"I wouldn't drink blood." Which she felt was stating the obvious, but this was Edgar she was talking about.

"Maybe not knowingly." Edgar insists, "I think I'd know if I had... blood isn't exactly something that you'd forget drinking."