Title: Gleaming Black with Blood
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Warning: Gore, spoilerish for "The Lost Boys", slashy
Pairing: David/Michael
Note: I hate Twilight.
It wasn't long after Michael "killed" David that he moved his family up to Forks, Washington.
And he wasn't there much longer after that that he met Edward Cullen.
And when Michael found out about Edward's big secret – he almost died from laughter.
"You're a vampire?" Michael gasped between bouts of laughter. "Fuckin' seriously?"
Edward let his mouth hang open in shock at the human's audacity. Then he saw the flashes of David and the others...
Screams for help and for God and for the pain to just stop.
David, covered in blood and gore, gets in Michael's face and roars.
The other vampires hootin' and hollerin' and dancin' around a blazing campfire, their fangs unsheathed and gleaming black with blood.
A soft breeze blew in, carrying on it the scent of blood and death – it was David. He was coming for Michael – to turn him once and for all.
"You need to leave," Edward said to Michael. "Your friend is on his way."
"Duh," Michael said as he wiped tears from his eyes, finally regaining his composure enough to speak. "I knew he'd follow me."
"If anything," David suddenly appeared behind Edward, "you're the one who should leave."
Edward jerked around and started to back away.
"What took you so long?" Michael rolled his eyes.
David shrugged a shoulder and slowly stalked forward, cornering Edward against a tree.
"You're weaker than I am," Edward tried to sound convincing.
"I doubt that," David let his fangs slide out, he relished in the brief flash of pain as he felt his face change. He let out a low snarl as he bared his teeth.
Edward seemed to shrink in on himself.
"Let him go," Michael sighed as he came up behind David and tugged on his jacket. "He's pitiful."
"He's an embarrassment," David lunged forward, and before Edward could even move to defend himself, David sank his fangs in deep and tore out the younger vampire's throat.
The End.