The Lost Boys
Another ending and a Sequel
by miarath
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I don't own Lost Boys nor do I make profit with this.
It's just one of my oldest, or should I say it is my oldest fanfic and … seriously quite silly but I thought to give it a try.
The ending is just the beginning
There was this telling, like in the bible: Thou should not kill.
Sam had told that to him, too. But what had he done? He kept asking himself.
There was still this picture: David lying quiet and so peaceful, in the middle of our living room.
The fight between them had been ugly and heavy, that feeling of pure rage. He had wanted nothing more than to wipe David's grin forever from his face.
He wanted to kill him for everything he'd done to him. "It is too late. My blood is in your veins", that was what David told him, but he only returned, "so is mine" and threw him against one pair of antlers on the wall. Then it was over.
But it was not. He still felt that rage floating freely through him.
The feeling he got, after the fight was worse than rage. First relief, than confusion, finally fear. Fear for himself. Something was changing inside.
That was when he realized that he had killed. He could only hope that killing a vampire would not have the same effect than killing a mortal human being. "I hope it is not to late for me" he told to himself.
"Michael, Michael?! Oh God!!" he heard Star screaming. Then she was at his side, putting her arms around him. Returning her embrace, he knew she was afraid that something might have happen to him but in her eyes there was just pure love for him. "Oh Star" he muttered to himself, and kept her close to him.
"We won!" he could hear the Frog Brothers shouting and laughing. The others thought he had destroyed the head vampire. But he knew that David wasn't it. Sam and the Frog Brothers seemed to believe David was the head vampire.
"Michael?" he could hear Sam asking.
"Stay away from me! Please, Sam" he pleaded.
He did not want anybody, especially Sam, to see him like this. He wouldn't be able to stand the horror in his face. Star was caressing his face, as if she knew what he must feel like. Of course she knew.
"Thank you Star" he whispered into her ear.
"Why Mike? We won. Haven't we?" Sam confused babbling.
"You destroyed the head vampire! It's over!!" Alan told him.
"It's not" he replied.
"Michael is right. I don't feel any different than before" he heard Star telling them. But he thought he felt somewhat different. Only he couldn't say in what way.
"Shit! We must have missed someone." Edgar expressed.
Sam: "Max!"
"But that isn't possible! He passed the tests," Alan replied.
"Who then?" Sam asked the Frog Brothers.
Lights and sound of an engine interrupted the tense quietness. Just like that kind of noise a car would produce. It was a car, Max' car. Lucy and Max were coming home. Sam, Alan and Edgar quickly improvised something to tell Lucy, so she would not recognize the dead bodies in the house.
But Max went through the living room. Directly to that place where David's now dead 'undead' body lies. Seconds later they could all hear Max telling her "I am to blame for this all. I'm sorry Lucy. "
"Max, say that isn't true! Please Max. Oh god..." Lucy almost cried. It simply couldn't be possible. First that disaster with Lance and now this. Would she ever get happy again?
"I wanted you Lucy. From the first time I met you. I never met a woman like you in all the years" he told her, "It was a perfect plan. If I could get Michael and Sam into the family, there would be no way you could say no."
Sam: "I was right, all the time... You are the head vampire"
Alan and Edgar replied "But he passed all the tests..."
Max was laughing "You should never invite a vampire into your house, stupid boy!"
Sam to the Frog Brothers: "Didn't you knew that?"
"Of course everyone knows that" they answered.
Max continued, "Lucy, I still want you!" and vamped out.
Out of the shadows they heard Michael whispering, "This time I didn't invite you, Max."
Lucy gasped in shock at sight of Michael. "What had happened to my son?" Lucy was worried.
Michael could feel the anger, the rage coming back to him. "Max, this happened all because of Max." he found himself thinking. And he let the rage guide him. He had thought his anger towards David had been strong, this was worse. His rage towards David had been born of his own torn feelings, of his protecting feelings about his family – but which one?
Now, he only wanted to kill. He didn't care it if was wrong.
He attacked.
"Michael!! Oh God, please don't let them … hurt …" Lucy screamed.
Star cried and followed Michael in the battle, almost as angry as him. Sure, hurting Michael was nothing she could forgive.
Michael fought, but Max was stronger and threw him off.
Suddenly Max had Sam in his hands. So he forced Lucy to give up.
He almost won, but Grandpa brought the cavalry: He staked Max with one of his fence posts.
Max was dead. He did explode inside the fireplace.
Bang, Flames and lots of ashes made things hard to see for a while.
It was that extreme that they needed to bind things over their faces, their eyes.
Then suddenly it was over. It was a miracle that the house still stood. That it hasn't been burned down to ashes by all that fire.
The nightmare ended. Did it?
Everyone felt relief and pure happiness than. Especially Laddie, Star and Michael. They were free! Michael felt relief too. But deep inside of him was a gnawing feeling in his guts, which seemed to tell him that it is not over yet. He felt tired. He looked at Star, and saw his tiredness mirrored in her eyes. She, too, was tired. The others were still so excited about their won battle against this nightmare. They couldn't find any sleep now; they needed to talk about that all. Michael and Star went upstairs to bed.
Sam, Alan, Edgar and Lucy were still talking. They needed it, to process all the events of this night and the days before. They were that busy with talking and laughing that they missed completely that Star and Michael had gone to bed.
In the mean time grandpa began to tidy up this mess. He started that they had at least to do something about the vampire's remains. They came to the decision to burn them outside of the house. This way they could be sure they were really dead. When they came in again, they realized that they didn't know where Star or Michael was.
"Where are Michael and Star? Has anybody seen them?" Lucy asked anxious. But nobody of them did know that. It downed them that they had been that busy with talking and cleaning the house from those dead vampire bodies and because of that they had simply missed them leaving. Now they began searching for them. They began to worry about them.
Laddie was calling aloud, "Star? Michael? Where are you?" almost shouting, but he got no answer.
In between Michael and Star were in deep sleep. Cuddled in each other's arms.
It was a very peaceful sight. They were in Michael's room.
Guess who found them? Nanook of course. When the rest of them heard Nanook's low barking. Not loud enough to wake those lovely two. But enough to led the others to this room. Ah, they were really relieved that Michael and Star were just fine.
"Such a peacefully sight" Lucy thought. "He must love her a lot" And so did Star, that was obvious. "They must have been very exhausted" That battle has been much harder as it at first seemed.
"This is a good idea. We all need sleep. So go to bed! All of you." Commanded Grandpa.
And they went to bed. Got their well-earned rest. "I hope there are enough beds left to sleep in," said Lucy with a little smile on her face.
Sam replied, "I don't really care Just a smooth warm place were I can sleep at all".
Lucy was simply grinning to that comment. But he was right; none of them did really care about that. Not after a night like that. That was how this long night finally ended. Tomorrow would be enough to do.
so sleep zzzzZZZ zzzZZZ zzzZZZ
Hope you like this despite the silliness.
Thank you for reading.
Miarath
