Blood Ties

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Part I: Coming Out Of The Shadows

The Emerson’s and the Frog Brothers had left the house a good three hours ago, and now they were all nestled down in a nice safe motel in town, near the pier. Still celebrating their victory over the Lost Boys and Max, the head vampire. Which meant Star, Laddie and Michael were all back to normal now, good old normal humans again. Everyone was celebrating, even Mom and Grandpa. Though Mom seemed a bit in shock from it all still, and overly glad they had all made it out of the ordeal ultimately unharmed.

What they didn't know though, was that the Lost Boys and Max weren't the only vampires in Santa Carla. There was actually another, one that had been Max's first childe several ages ago. One that had left him after the turning of David and Marko. The one that betrayed Max, broke his rules, and lived in the shadows, always avoiding the others, lest Max smell her on them if she held company with them. Max would have hunted her down, beat her, and possibly killed her, or left her for the sun to wash her existence off the face of the earth. The later she thought seemed more like Max than anything.

She moved over the grounds silently, the wind tossing the short blond locks about, causing the bangs to fall in her green eyes. Each move was made with a cat-like grace and a sense of certainty. No one was here. No one alive anyway. The house was in near ruins from the battle. She could no longer sense the Indian, Dwayne, or the once avid surfer, Paul. But... there was one person she could feel just on the edges of her senses. David.

She walked into the house through the gaping hole in the wall made by Grandpa's truck. A long navy tunic hung down to her knees, khaki twill pants covered her legs, her feet were in a pair or dark brown leather boots that seemed to hardly make a sound as she moved onward through the devastation. She could smell Max now, but there was nothing left of him, nor of Dwayne now as she took a closer look about, bits of both of them lying all about the room. It was sad really, not about Max of course, but Dwayne, the loss saddened her somewhat, to lose someone so beautiful and full of potential.

Her thoughts though drifted back to David now. As she looked to the left she saw him, lying back on a table with two horns protruding through his chest, blood soaked into his clothes and dripping off the table. She moved over to him without hesitation, a hand reaching up and stroking over that cheek gently. He wasn't dead, no... just in torpor, a state in which their kind slips into when injured badly. If he were left here until sunrise, he would be burnt to cinders for sure. She leaned in, ever mindful of those sharp horns, and slid her hands under David's frame, and with a good hard tug she pulled him up from them with a loud, sickening, sucking sound. She felt the wetness against her tunic as she pulled his body closer against her own.

Poor David. His eyes were still closed, lost in that state where only their mind exists and the world is gone to them. The closest thing to death a vampire will ever experience, if they're lucky anyway. And David was lucky; he always had been getting by by the skin of his teeth. If those fools had known that the head must be separated from the heart to actually kill them, then the boys would have been in real trouble. Then again, Dwayne had been blown to bits and Paul, she could smell the death coming from upstairs, Paul was gone for good as well.

She held David tight against herself as she moved back through the house now. She would take David back to his cave, the hunters wouldn't go back there and neither would the had-been ghouls. They would be safe there for now. Once they had cleared the house she tilted her head up to the sky and in an instant they were gone, up into the cold blackness of the night. Moving through the sky, the wind whipping about them. It only took her a matter of ten minutes to reach their destination and a few more seconds to bring them inside. She went into the back part of the cave now. A figure murmured in the darkness as she laid David down on the stone there.

Green eyes moved to the figure now, seeing that childlike face staring at David then up to her. "He's not dead Marko. Just hurt and very, very weak... it will take time for him to heal. More time than it will take for you to heal."

That news didn't seem to help comfort the boy as a frown settled in on his face now. A hand rubbing at the red raw flesh on his bare chest now, he flinched slightly against his will, a soft growl leaving him. Marko's growl brought an amused look from her, to which Marko found the courage to ask. "The others are gone... aren't they?"

"Yes, all of them. Paul, Dwayne…. and Max." She moved over to Marko now and squatted down beside him, her tunic still sticking to her from where David's blood had seeped onto her. "But don't worry about them... you still have David.... and me." A hand reached out and stroked Marko's hair in a sisterly way.

"I know.... it's good to know you're still around Gabrielle." Marko gave her faint little smile, his blue eyes glinting slightly.

She returned that smile to him, withdrawing her hand from his head. "You're still weak... rest now. Tomorrow I'll take you to hunt."

Marko nodded to her and leaned back against the cool wall of the cave now, letting his eyes flutter shut. Gabrielle stood up slowly and moved to the front of the cave again. Things were about to change around here. She would put them back on the right path; enforce the laws that they were supposed to live by. But that would be a big change for Marko and David. They weren't used to following rules, or laws. Then again, they had Max protecting them too; he had been Prince of the region. Now. Now everything was going to get interesting.