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That’s incredible!
Edgar would be the one to run quicker than the other too. In my mind he ahs always bee more of a action orientated man, and he acts before thinking everything through. He would run the second he realized he was going to be a threat to his brother and Sam. Just weeks alone in the wild, fighting the first until he can’t take it anymore and kills an animal, then hiding away to wallow in the guilt of what he has done.
I love your headcannons for vampAlan and vampSam, but Id like to hear your thoughts on a little idea I had a while back.
Rather than Sam or Alan getting vamp young, it's Edgar.
Human Alan and Sam are the ones having to deal with a vampEdgar and are completely flummuxed as to what to do.
First of all, I’m super glad that you like to hear me waffle about my turned lads! Second of all, I’m really gonna need you to bear with me, because if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s latching onto an idea and pushing it to the extreme.
TW: Mentions of suicidal thoughts
So, starting from where the blood drinking/bite has already happened, because I can never settle on a story for how each of them get turned, in any AU. Something I’ve realised about my interpretation of the effects of vampirism, is that the pain and the hunger brings forth what a person hates most about themselves. Actually, that’s pretty much what monstrousness has always symbolised in horror, however, I just noticed how it’s happened with the vamp!AMB in my mind. Alan gets sick and sad, Sam gets mean and cold. In Edgar’s case, I think his wrath would come out, and I mean really come out.
Anyone who has been turned halfway becomes a ticking time bomb, of sorts. Unfortunately for Edgar, he gets far less of a lethargic preamble towards his first bout of hunger. If Michael was struggling within a few weeks, Alan a few months, for Edgar it was a few days. And he’s frightening. If you’ve watched “Ginger Snaps” and seen that scene where Ginger is clawing bloody scratches into a locked door? That’s the level of ferocious we’re talking about.
Sam had been staying with the Frogs since the incident, trying to help them work something out (though as you say, they’re totally listless), and help Alan try to soothe Edgar, as every fibre of his body now seems permanently alight. One day, when he chanced to step out for some provisions, he returns to the most gut wrenching sounds, swelling up the walls of the house.
He finds Alan, balled up in the corner of the landing, outside his and Edgar’s bedroom, tear streaked and trembling. There’s a stake cuddled against his front, tipped with wet blood. From behind the bedroom door (though it seemed to seep from every corner) rang the guttural screams of an enraged beast. Barely coherent, Alan tells Sam that Edgar flew at him, while he was alone. Sam notices flecks of frothy saliva dribbling down Alan’s cheeks and is chilled by the age of it raining from Edgar’s fanged mouth. Alan sobs when he says he couldn’t calm him down, couldn’t push him of, he had to hurt him. He had drawn the stake he had prayed he would never have to use, and thrust it into Edgar’s shoulder. As he had hoped, this had loosened a shrieking Edgar’s grip on him, long enough for him to throw him into the bedroom, full of crosses and protective herbs. He didn’t know where he got the strength. He had managed to stay on his feet long enough to lock the door, and lock their parents in their room.
Edgar had not been able to sleep in their room since it began. It had hurt all the more for his budding nesting instinct. Weakened by the purified room, and agonised by the wound in his shoulder and the shame of his attack on his brother, he eventually crumpled to the foot of the clawed door. His animalistic howls dissolved into a young boy’s cries. He curls up on the floor, like a dog, and wonders if he shouldn’t tear the curtains from the window and let the sunlight do what he cannot bring himself to do.
Edgar, like Alan would have, does leave home and much sooner. Unlike Alan, however, Edgar does not attempt to reintegrate into human society. He does not trust himself around people. This is what I meant about taking it to the extreme. Edgar cannot bring himself to surrender to the sun, or drive a stake through his heart. He tells himself he is a coward, but it is not just fear for himself that prevents him. Despite everything, Edgar still has the deep seated desire to live to protect Alan and Sam. Even if he never sees them again, he feels like taking his own life would be like betraying them, neglecting his duty. So he lives as a half vampire, but in isolation.
He does not find a clan, or a comfortable nest. He frequents a certain cave, but often ends up tucking himself away in the roof of a barn, or beneath a bridge for the day. Reports begin to spread around the farmland, of shredded and bloodless corpses of cattle, sheep and pigs being found. Of humanoid foot and handprints in the mud, nearby. From Edgar’s attacks rise rumours of a vicious gang. or great beast. He becomes something of a cryptid, in the area he resides.
When Alan and Sam track him down, he is almost unchanged. Almost, but for his wide, yellow eyes full of fearful recognition and a number of burns where the sun has just caught him.
I am sorry, buddy, this is pretty grim. I hope this was not to far from what you wanted, but your idea did get me inspired. If I have any more thoughts about this idea, I’ll be sure to post them! Thanks so much for this awesome ask!