One Little Change
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Category:
G through L › Lost Boys
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,906
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Lost Boys, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Going Home
Author’s Note: Well four votes plus my opinion is all my patience/muse are willing to wait for so on we go...
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The part of him that had lead him here to start with was soon ‘pulling’ him once more and somehow he just knew it was time to find shelter before the sun could touch him. It wasn’t getting any lighter yet, but he still somehow knew the sun would be rising soon. He struggled with himself over the thought of just staying here. He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to avoid the sun, but the part of him that knew he needed to knew it was deadly to him if he didn’t.
Some might call Michael stupid for not knowing what was going on. For not knowing what he had and was becoming, but let those people kill their brother and just suddenly ‘know’ things and see if they aren’t as out of it as him.
And ‘out of it’ was probably the best way to put it too. He was letting that... voice in the back of his mind control things. He had let it attack Sam, he had let it lead him out here, he had nearly let it convince him to find shade until...
He didn’t know what that was but it smelled so very very good. He kicked down his bike’s stand and pulled himself off turning in the direction of the smell. It wasn’t like anything else that he could ever remember, but what was it? There was that ‘pull’ again too, but this time it was towards that smell. Yes what ever it was he want, no /needed/ it.
Without thought Michael just followed that ‘pull’ let it lead him where it would and he found himself a little ways into the forest watching a couple. They had probably come for the solitude, but really he couldn’t care no what ever it was that smelled so very good it was here, with them. He hardly made a sound as he got closer and closer until the girl screamed and they jumped apart. Yes what ever it was /they/ had it and /he/ wanted it.
His stomach felt like... it was trying to eat it’s self. His blood felt like it was burning him alive from the inside out. He couldn’t ever remember being this thirsty, this hungry before. His body reacted before his mind could even realize what it was thinking and what he was doing he grabbed the closer of the two which happened to be the boy and pulled him close forcing his head to he side at the same time.
By the time his mind caught up with his body it couldn’t care anymore that he was once more sitting here with his teeth buried in the neck of another person. He could hear his heart knew he was heading towards death, but his blood it was so good like nothing else he had ever tasted. It quieted the churning of his stomach, calmed the fire in his blood, and gave water to the desert that had taken up his mouth and throat.
As he drank down the last of the blood, heard the beating of his heart stop, let the now dead body fall to the ground the ‘how could I’s returned. He stared at the boy with his glazed eyes and the blood down his front and neck where it had escaped him. With the girl having managed to get far enough away to not tempt him with yet more blood the ‘real’ Michael returned once more.
The Michael who couldn’t believe what he had done. The Michael who couldn’t believe he had just killed, /again/. First his brother, his Sam, and now this? What was he? How could he do such things? No how could he do such things and not care. Well no he did care he cared greatly, but at the same time he didn’t. It was confusing to say the least.
Still he didn’t get time to think on it because once more his body was moving even while his mind tried to think his... problem... over. He made his way to his bike, but he didn’t bother starting it. He just kicked the stand and pushed it the rest of the way answering the remaining ‘pull’ that called to him.
After the other things that had happened already tonight he didn’t even bother to question why he made his way to the cave. Didn’t bother to question why David and the others were waiting for him. Didn’t bother to question when they took his bike and put it with theirs. And didn’t bother to question when they lead him deeper into the cave. It was just too much for him to think on at one time in truth, too much to take in. He had killed his brother, killed that boy, and now he was here and they seemed to have been expecting him. He needed... needed...
His thoughts were starting to get a bit fuzzy as sleep beckoned him. He didn’t remember being tired, but he knew he sure was now, very tired. He would have too... have too... sleep. Yes sleep now think more later.
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Author’s Note: ok the ‘pulling’ and the ‘knowing’ is what I see going on in his head. Star says that for her “it’s getting harder and harder to resist” these thoughts are what I see her resisting. They are the basic knowledge vampires have ‘get out of the sun’ ‘blood is your food’ ‘blood smells good’ ‘your Sire is your home’ things like this. Just explaining my reasoning the best I can before anyone asks or for anyone who is wondering :)
Wickedpurrz – actually that was my thought for him being ‘saved’ but I could decide for sure that’s why I asked. My story or not I like opinions at times very helpful helped me decide for sure what to do with Sam.
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The part of him that had lead him here to start with was soon ‘pulling’ him once more and somehow he just knew it was time to find shelter before the sun could touch him. It wasn’t getting any lighter yet, but he still somehow knew the sun would be rising soon. He struggled with himself over the thought of just staying here. He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to avoid the sun, but the part of him that knew he needed to knew it was deadly to him if he didn’t.
Some might call Michael stupid for not knowing what was going on. For not knowing what he had and was becoming, but let those people kill their brother and just suddenly ‘know’ things and see if they aren’t as out of it as him.
And ‘out of it’ was probably the best way to put it too. He was letting that... voice in the back of his mind control things. He had let it attack Sam, he had let it lead him out here, he had nearly let it convince him to find shade until...
He didn’t know what that was but it smelled so very very good. He kicked down his bike’s stand and pulled himself off turning in the direction of the smell. It wasn’t like anything else that he could ever remember, but what was it? There was that ‘pull’ again too, but this time it was towards that smell. Yes what ever it was he want, no /needed/ it.
Without thought Michael just followed that ‘pull’ let it lead him where it would and he found himself a little ways into the forest watching a couple. They had probably come for the solitude, but really he couldn’t care no what ever it was that smelled so very good it was here, with them. He hardly made a sound as he got closer and closer until the girl screamed and they jumped apart. Yes what ever it was /they/ had it and /he/ wanted it.
His stomach felt like... it was trying to eat it’s self. His blood felt like it was burning him alive from the inside out. He couldn’t ever remember being this thirsty, this hungry before. His body reacted before his mind could even realize what it was thinking and what he was doing he grabbed the closer of the two which happened to be the boy and pulled him close forcing his head to he side at the same time.
By the time his mind caught up with his body it couldn’t care anymore that he was once more sitting here with his teeth buried in the neck of another person. He could hear his heart knew he was heading towards death, but his blood it was so good like nothing else he had ever tasted. It quieted the churning of his stomach, calmed the fire in his blood, and gave water to the desert that had taken up his mouth and throat.
As he drank down the last of the blood, heard the beating of his heart stop, let the now dead body fall to the ground the ‘how could I’s returned. He stared at the boy with his glazed eyes and the blood down his front and neck where it had escaped him. With the girl having managed to get far enough away to not tempt him with yet more blood the ‘real’ Michael returned once more.
The Michael who couldn’t believe what he had done. The Michael who couldn’t believe he had just killed, /again/. First his brother, his Sam, and now this? What was he? How could he do such things? No how could he do such things and not care. Well no he did care he cared greatly, but at the same time he didn’t. It was confusing to say the least.
Still he didn’t get time to think on it because once more his body was moving even while his mind tried to think his... problem... over. He made his way to his bike, but he didn’t bother starting it. He just kicked the stand and pushed it the rest of the way answering the remaining ‘pull’ that called to him.
After the other things that had happened already tonight he didn’t even bother to question why he made his way to the cave. Didn’t bother to question why David and the others were waiting for him. Didn’t bother to question when they took his bike and put it with theirs. And didn’t bother to question when they lead him deeper into the cave. It was just too much for him to think on at one time in truth, too much to take in. He had killed his brother, killed that boy, and now he was here and they seemed to have been expecting him. He needed... needed...
His thoughts were starting to get a bit fuzzy as sleep beckoned him. He didn’t remember being tired, but he knew he sure was now, very tired. He would have too... have too... sleep. Yes sleep now think more later.
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Author’s Note: ok the ‘pulling’ and the ‘knowing’ is what I see going on in his head. Star says that for her “it’s getting harder and harder to resist” these thoughts are what I see her resisting. They are the basic knowledge vampires have ‘get out of the sun’ ‘blood is your food’ ‘blood smells good’ ‘your Sire is your home’ things like this. Just explaining my reasoning the best I can before anyone asks or for anyone who is wondering :)
Wickedpurrz – actually that was my thought for him being ‘saved’ but I could decide for sure that’s why I asked. My story or not I like opinions at times very helpful helped me decide for sure what to do with Sam.