Author's Note: ok no warnings as of yet for this one, but I'll add them as I get a better idea of where this story is going. For now just read, enjoy, and of course Reviews are welcomed too.
Disclaimer: I don't own the movie Lost Boys and I'm not making a thing off this either sadly, this applies to this and all future chapters of this story.
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He was losing he could tell. He just needed help. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he just needed his brother's help. "I'm your brother Sammey help me. Sammey open up!" He tried again, but still the younger boy didn't move.
"Please." He was pleading now, begging even, but he couldn't care. This was his brother, he had to help him, just had too.
Finally he was moving now, coming towards the window. But no his hand wasn't going towards the clasp to open it "Please!" he tried and that was when the blinds feel over the window and he lost his grip.
He was flying backwards, but he hardly noticed. His gaze was on the window on the dark shape in the blinds, the one that was his brother. He needed him, he needed his /help/, and Sam had turned his back on him. He had the sudden hollow feeling somewhere in his chest, but he wasn't coherent enough to quite figure out what it meant right now. If not for the sudden hard form at his back who knows what would have happened to him considering his state of mind, but when he hit something or rather someone who wrapped their arms about his middle Michael all but melted into the embrace not caring who it was.
David smirked, he was connected to Michael just as he was the other Lost Boys where he was their sire and he had been in touch with him since he woke up in this panic. He hadn't thought a thing about it till he felt despair start to creep into the panic. They had been close by feeding so he had decided to see what had him in such a state, he had arrived just as the little one closed the blinds on his new childe.
He had been rather amused by it really, for about two seconds until Michael lost his grip on what ever it was and his link to the halfling seemed to go dead. That's when he knew he had to interfere rather then just smirk and head back to the hotel to wait for him. So he had moved in and caught him, but even with his worry over the 'dead' link he couldn't help that smirk when Michael just leaned into him not seeming to care about a thing. He was relive too when there was a hint of relief from the man in his arms over the link it made him feel a good deal better.
Deciding that just some rest would be good he shifted his grip on his childe to where one arm was under his knees the other behind his upper back and he headed back to where he had left the others.