DISCLAIMER
Belongs to Warner Brothers and Joel Schumacher. I only own the plot. I omitted one line because I didn't approve of the language used.
Michael had just grabbed the bottom end of the mantel that David had shoved him against and panted. David looked at the half vampire. The deep scratches he had received shone brightly. However, David looked pretty bad himself.
"You're a good, fighter, Michael. Real good," the vampire stated.
"Obviously not good enough. Just go ahead. Kill me," the Halfling replied.
"Almost too good," David mused. "How often did it happen?" Michael froze. What did the vampire mean?
"What are you talking about?" he asked, voicing his confusion.
"The beatings, Michael. How often did they happen?" David pressed. With a growl of anger, Michael tossed the vampire across the room.
"Get out of here! Just go!" he roared. David shook his head to get his bearings, and then flew out of the Emerson home. Michael blew out a shaky breath and dropped to the ground.
"Michael!" he heard Star shout. The girl rushed into the room.
"Where's David?" she asked.
"He flew the coop," he answered broodingly. Seconds later, he heard his brother's voice and moved into the shadows, pulling Star with him and telling her not to let the others see him vamped out. After telling them nothing had changed with their Halfling status, they heard their mom's voice. Sam tried to explain, but his mother was having none of it. Then, Max spoke up, causing the others to realize that he was indeed the head vampire. When the man spoke of their families joining together, Michael became enraged and lunged at him. However, he was thrown to the second floor and knocked out. He awoke to his grandfather's truck playing La Cucaracha and leaped down, sending Max straight into a stake. As everyone checked everybody else, the old man climbed out of his vehicle and took a drink of root beer. Then, he said the last words anybody expected: "The one thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach: all the vampires".