One Little Change
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Category:
G through L › Lost Boys
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,907
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.
Accepting What Is
When he woke again David and the others were gone and he knew it was well past sundown maybe even nearly midnight in truth. He didn’t know how he knew either of these things, but somehow he just /knew/ that they were true. The events of the previous night already seemed like so long ago, fuzzy memories that were to be forgotten at best ignored at worst. He hated it hated it with a passion that he had never hated another thing, but somehow he knew it was right, that all was as it should be. That didn’t mean he liked it though, not in the least and not even his sleep had made things any clearer.
He needed to think this though to figure it out he knew that. Still was here really the best place for any sort of thinking? Well he was comfortable and as long as David and the others were gone he was alone probably so he supposed at least for now it would do. Where to start though? Where to even start with trying to figure this out? How about with what he knew?
What did he know? Well he liked blood… a lot. The sun, he had wanted away from the sun. Hold on, even if he didn’t read comics or watch those silly shows he knew what the fuck that sounded like right there. Why it hadn’t come to him last night he didn’t know, but now? Now it was the only thing that came to mind, other then his grumbling stomach that felt like it was trying to eat it’s self. He settled a hand on his stomach when it informed him rather painfully that it was /quite/ empty. He didn’t like that. If… if he was right all that would help was… was… blood.
Michael didn’t at all like that thought, but his stomach gave another painful lurch apparently agreeing with the suggestion. No! He refused! He wasn’t a killer… he wasn’t… he just…
Who was he trying to fool? He had killed Sam and he had killed that boy. Killed them! They were dead and they weren’t coming back and it was all-his-fault! He pulled his knees to his chest where he sat on the dirt ground and dropped his head. How could he feel nothing? He had killed his brother, his Sam and he felt nothing. He hadn’t even blinked and couldn’t seem to manage to feel sad about it or at least not very sad. Yes part of him, a small part, was sad over the loss but the rest of him couldn’t seem to care less it just accepted that it had happened and that it would happen again.
He didn’t know weather to laugh at the absurdity of it all or be sick over his acceptance of the death; of his killing. Either way it didn’t look too good, but still he couldn’t accept his thoughts of what it meant. A vampire? /Beyond/ absurd. There was no such thing they were at /best/ some creature from one of Sam’s comics, but there was no way they could be real.
“Thought I would find you here.”
Michael jumped at the voice looking up just as David landed infront of him. He couldn’t help the once over he gave the other male, he couldn’t help looking to find /something/ to try and make the absurd thought go away. It couldn’t be real, he couldn’t be a vampire. He didn’t know much about them sure, but didn’t you have to be bit or or drink their blood or something?
David didn’t even try to hide the smirk at the look on Michael’s face, he knew that look had seen it before. There hadn’t always been only the four Lost Boys. He had made another once, another who had walked into the sun unable to accept what he was. “What’s wrong Michael?” he prodded watching the realization spread over his face.
She had warned him, Star had warned him and he had ignored her. The wine! “That wasn’t wine?” Michael knew the answer, but he couldn’t help the hope that this hadn’t been his fault.
“No Michael, and now your one of us.” David informed him wondering if he was going to lose another childe to the sun. Michael seemed stronger then the other had been, but looks could be deceiving and he was Max’s choice not his own. He hadn’t taken the time to see if he might fit well, to see if he would accept his fate, he had just given him his blood and now it was up to Michael. Well either way he wouldn’t make any deal over it he didn’t know the other boy enough to care. He would wait and see before he decided.
Michael dropped his head once more letting his chin rest on his knees. A vampire. How on earth could this be? They were a myth, a legend, something from a comic or a movie. He lifted one of his hands looking it over front and back before repeating it with the other one. He didn’t /look/ any different. Didn’t really /feel/ much different truth be told. Not outside the want of blood, the hate of sun, and that sitting here like this with David he felt more ‘at home’ then he ever had well at home.
He lifted his gaze once more to David. The changed eyes and the fangs didn’t surprise him like some part of him said it should. It was David it was… how he should be. Without the gnawing pain in his stomach he could feel the shift of his teeth when he gained his own fangs and see the difference in the world around him when his eyes changed. His own shift as much in response to David’s as the hunger that he could feel starting. It wasn’t that all consuming gnawing pain from before though.
He was hungry and he could smell the faint traces of blood on David along with something… familiar, but he couldn’t entirely place what was so familiar about it or where from. Still the blood was enough to spur the hunger farther. He knew what he wanted, needed even and while the greater part of him was all to glad to search it out there was still that small part of him that said it was wrong. It didn’t take long for the hunger and the better part of him to silence that small part though.
He was Michael Emerson: cold blooded murder and vampire. He didn’t like that not one bit, but he knew he couldn’t ignore the hunger, that larger part of him informed the small nagging part that it would force him to kill again. So the small part agreed that it would be better to just find... food and be done with it. Surely he could feed without killing. Right?
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Lilith – well I’ve updated soon as I could manage it, I know this doesn’t answer the Sam thing but no worries I’ll find a way to answer weather he is alive or dead soon. Promise.
Leianog – hope ya like this one as well as the last ones :)
He needed to think this though to figure it out he knew that. Still was here really the best place for any sort of thinking? Well he was comfortable and as long as David and the others were gone he was alone probably so he supposed at least for now it would do. Where to start though? Where to even start with trying to figure this out? How about with what he knew?
What did he know? Well he liked blood… a lot. The sun, he had wanted away from the sun. Hold on, even if he didn’t read comics or watch those silly shows he knew what the fuck that sounded like right there. Why it hadn’t come to him last night he didn’t know, but now? Now it was the only thing that came to mind, other then his grumbling stomach that felt like it was trying to eat it’s self. He settled a hand on his stomach when it informed him rather painfully that it was /quite/ empty. He didn’t like that. If… if he was right all that would help was… was… blood.
Michael didn’t at all like that thought, but his stomach gave another painful lurch apparently agreeing with the suggestion. No! He refused! He wasn’t a killer… he wasn’t… he just…
Who was he trying to fool? He had killed Sam and he had killed that boy. Killed them! They were dead and they weren’t coming back and it was all-his-fault! He pulled his knees to his chest where he sat on the dirt ground and dropped his head. How could he feel nothing? He had killed his brother, his Sam and he felt nothing. He hadn’t even blinked and couldn’t seem to manage to feel sad about it or at least not very sad. Yes part of him, a small part, was sad over the loss but the rest of him couldn’t seem to care less it just accepted that it had happened and that it would happen again.
He didn’t know weather to laugh at the absurdity of it all or be sick over his acceptance of the death; of his killing. Either way it didn’t look too good, but still he couldn’t accept his thoughts of what it meant. A vampire? /Beyond/ absurd. There was no such thing they were at /best/ some creature from one of Sam’s comics, but there was no way they could be real.
“Thought I would find you here.”
Michael jumped at the voice looking up just as David landed infront of him. He couldn’t help the once over he gave the other male, he couldn’t help looking to find /something/ to try and make the absurd thought go away. It couldn’t be real, he couldn’t be a vampire. He didn’t know much about them sure, but didn’t you have to be bit or or drink their blood or something?
David didn’t even try to hide the smirk at the look on Michael’s face, he knew that look had seen it before. There hadn’t always been only the four Lost Boys. He had made another once, another who had walked into the sun unable to accept what he was. “What’s wrong Michael?” he prodded watching the realization spread over his face.
She had warned him, Star had warned him and he had ignored her. The wine! “That wasn’t wine?” Michael knew the answer, but he couldn’t help the hope that this hadn’t been his fault.
“No Michael, and now your one of us.” David informed him wondering if he was going to lose another childe to the sun. Michael seemed stronger then the other had been, but looks could be deceiving and he was Max’s choice not his own. He hadn’t taken the time to see if he might fit well, to see if he would accept his fate, he had just given him his blood and now it was up to Michael. Well either way he wouldn’t make any deal over it he didn’t know the other boy enough to care. He would wait and see before he decided.
Michael dropped his head once more letting his chin rest on his knees. A vampire. How on earth could this be? They were a myth, a legend, something from a comic or a movie. He lifted one of his hands looking it over front and back before repeating it with the other one. He didn’t /look/ any different. Didn’t really /feel/ much different truth be told. Not outside the want of blood, the hate of sun, and that sitting here like this with David he felt more ‘at home’ then he ever had well at home.
He lifted his gaze once more to David. The changed eyes and the fangs didn’t surprise him like some part of him said it should. It was David it was… how he should be. Without the gnawing pain in his stomach he could feel the shift of his teeth when he gained his own fangs and see the difference in the world around him when his eyes changed. His own shift as much in response to David’s as the hunger that he could feel starting. It wasn’t that all consuming gnawing pain from before though.
He was hungry and he could smell the faint traces of blood on David along with something… familiar, but he couldn’t entirely place what was so familiar about it or where from. Still the blood was enough to spur the hunger farther. He knew what he wanted, needed even and while the greater part of him was all to glad to search it out there was still that small part of him that said it was wrong. It didn’t take long for the hunger and the better part of him to silence that small part though.
He was Michael Emerson: cold blooded murder and vampire. He didn’t like that not one bit, but he knew he couldn’t ignore the hunger, that larger part of him informed the small nagging part that it would force him to kill again. So the small part agreed that it would be better to just find... food and be done with it. Surely he could feed without killing. Right?
LBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLB
Lilith – well I’ve updated soon as I could manage it, I know this doesn’t answer the Sam thing but no worries I’ll find a way to answer weather he is alive or dead soon. Promise.
Leianog – hope ya like this one as well as the last ones :)